Danielle continued to walk south. She was directly east of the Fairfax ruins and Fort Independence.
[Perception]No Outcasts nearby, and the raiders in Fairfax didn't seem to want to mess with her.
Danielle didn't like being in Outcast territory. It brought back bad memories.
Those bad memories brought her mind onto the subject of family.
She wondered how Frank was holding up. She didn't have any casualty reports. On the other hand, she knew Frank wasn't the type to die in any ordinary fashion.
[Perception]The old Nuka Cola plant was in view. Sounds of battle could be heard coming from behind it.
They we're going down alright, but it wasn't all that easy. The guy upstairs punched a hole and Wayne and co each took shots trying to blast through that hole. It took a lot of ammo and time for each one, they were fast and unpredictable. At this point a number of them were at the barred windows downstairs or bashing the door down.
Gunfire sounded behind him, he turned to check. It was the guys guarding the barricade, trying to suppress the crabs and Nukalurks coming up the stairs. Then a huge rumble, bigger than before, enough to send almost every person and creature tumbling to the ground. Dust fell from the cracks in the ceiling, rubble moved, the barricade came apart slightly. The fat vault dweller quick to get up with the others and reassemble it.
'Get to the roof!' Shouted Wayne. It would have to be their final defense, hopefully Stan had managed to call for help by now. The group ran up to the roof, the clicking of claws ant stomping of feet behind them
They closed the door and barred it shut, everybody aiming at the door now, waiting in the brief silence. Wayne reloaded, almost out of ammo. 'When they get to that door give 'em hell!' He said, slowly starting to sound like the great leader his Dad was. 'Come on you fuckers' he said under his breath, waiting for the next wave...
Stan had sprinted up the stairs, back to Estabahn.
"Oi, fancy. We're not going to make it by ourselves. Have you got any pals you can call for help? We're in a bad way." he said breathlessly, barely keeping his feet as the building shook, harder than before. "As in, people are going to start dying in the next few minutes if we don't get help." he added helpfully. He grinned, and gave a two-thumbs-up to the white-faced businessman. "Well, good luck! I'm heading back down. See if I can't shoot a few of the cunts myself."
He turned, and saw, off to the north... Something. He tried to look closer. No dice. He decided it was a trick of the light, and started back down the stairs.
"I am in no position to be any threat to you, Captain." Said William, he nodded to himself to indicate there was not much he could do at this point. The Captain appeared to be ready to kill him, so pointing out that he was no danger to her seemed like the right idea. William considered saying something scary but there was no point making threats if it is obvious you can't back them up.
"Killing me will gain you nothing, if you shoot me you have wasted an energy cell and have my body on your hands, if you do not kill me you still have that energy cell and I am not dead. I would consider that a win-win situation for the both of us. Besides, had I wanted to destroy you would I not have come armed with more than a sword and a gun?" William hoped he was selling the idea of letting him live with some success, otherwise death by plasma it was.
The scratches on Williams cheek were starting to itch though, and making any sudden movements to scratch them may be seen as trying to grab the gun.
Meanwhile, Evan and Dudley were being led around by Fallout Jack, who had stopped to speak to another soldier and had been disclosing rather more information than he would have thought. The Enclave had recruits that were well trained and special sectors called the Omegas or Fallout Sector, so far Evan and Dudley knew that Jack, John and another named Bob were part of this division.
Evan spoke to Dudley while Fallout Jack was distracted with the newcomer, "There's a chance we can make it through this if they consider us 'good stock'. Otherwise, I don't know."
"Good stock? You think they're going to recruit us? I don't want to be recruited. Besides, William should have gotten what he needed by now and there hasn't been any alarms. I'm thinkin' we make our excuses and get out."
"What excuses? 'Thanks for showing us all your important stuff, we'll just be going now, thanks bye' I don't think that will work."
"Hey don't knock it 'till you give it a try." Said Dudley, striding towards Fallout Jack and saying, "Well friend, I've seen enough to know our bosses will be very interested in doing business with you, we'll just be going now, you'll hear from us again."
Evan felt he had to contribute, "Yeah we have to handpick the technicians to send you, help you with all the gear you find."
Maybe running as fast as they could was the better option......
An Undertaker Finds the Antonym for Dignity
(Undisclosed Location within The Citadel... okay fine it's a prison cell)
"Hey you, Undertaker. They say you've got a way with words. What's a 10 letter word that's the opposite of dignity?" Said a rather harsh voice from somewhere out of Our Frazzled Undertaker's view. Of course with your eyes closed, everything in the world is out of view. However, the voice in question, and unbeknownst to Our Hungover Friend, belonged to Paladin Rickles, current and reigning overlord of the Holding Cells in which Mister McGee was a current involuntary visitor.
"Uuuuhhhh ... *burp* ... Wazzit? ... Muuuuuh ... blech" Isn't that always the way? You would think that since the pale man's expansive vocabulary was one of the last things to go before the blackout, it would have been one of the first things to come back when his body had metabolized enough of the vile Vodka out of his system. However, this was not the case with our not-quite-so-eloquent-Undertaker pal.
"W'rm I?" The words, or rather word fragments, wobbled out of the Undertaker's mouth, through the putrid stench of B.O. and sweated alcohol before collapsing on the eardrums of Paladin Rickles, who had the particular skill of understanding drunk speak through his years as serving as the head jailer that the Citadel.
"You're in the drunk tank, though I don't think you'll be there for very long. Seems that you're gonna get transferred to a real cell after you sober up a little." The man said as he moved on to the next word of his crossword puzzle.
"Wha?" Questioned Our Dear Little Digger of Graves as he tried to piece together the memory fragments that his ethanol saturated brain had managed to hold onto whilst it had been rudely shoved into the backseat of Shifty's body.
White teeth flashed in a smile as Shifty remembered dancing with Lucy and thought that it was a rather nice time that was had, his brain conveniently forgetting the certain parts of what had happened during that particular encounter. Though he knew there was something that caused him to leave the lounge... He couldn't qui...
"Rnk" He muttered as he remembered the Gorilla with multiple personalities that had chosen that moment to insult Our Quite Innocent Undertaker Friend, causing Shifty to remember chunks of various rejections and insults that he had received over the years.
However, it was to his horror that he remembered the bit as to why he ended up in the drunk tank and was slated to get transferred over to an honest to goodness Prison Cell later. Apparently it was an ill advised thing to get drunk off your ass... go out into the Brotherhood of Steel court yard for a bit of the old target practice ... start feeling hot and stripping off all your clothing.
Of course... that still didn't explain just what it was they were going to place him in custody for...
"wud aye duh?" The Tall one asked as his brain started clearing up a bit.
"Ohhh... you don't remember getting down to your skivvies and waving that sword and knife of yours around? Cut a Scribe up pretty bad when he tried to stop you." Jailer Rickles responded with a laugh.
Now that would have been news to him... he really didn't remember any of that part. He just remembered the urge to practice a bit of hand to hand combat ... but everything else was rather fuzzy.
"Yeah... you cut up some Scribe that was having an already bad night. Gomez's night went from bad to worse after she ran into you!"
"Yessir... you are probably gonna fry for this." The Jailer said unable to contain himself as he laughed at the stricken Shifty McGee who at that point thought that he was going to be executed by a Brotherhood firing squad.
"HAHAHAHHAHAHA... I'm just pullin' your leg my boy. You pissed all over one of our vertibirds and they locked you up in here for the night." Paladin Rickles laughed as his secret vice was revealed. He enjoyed his rather boring nights by scaring the shit out of drunks.
"So... What's a 10 letter word that's the opposite of dignity?"
Wayne had managed to calm his breathing and his heart rate,
he began thinking clearer, 'I wouldn't go down there if I
were you' he said to Stan as he neared the door, a fire in
his eyes that Wayne never new existed.
He turned to get a feel of his surroundings, the roof was
flat, apart from the door to the lower levels. There was the
sniper, he had stopped firing and was in the process of
reloading. Stood by him was a well dressed man, looking
particularly useless. That must have been 'fancy pants' Stan
had met earlier, the boss. 'Where's our goddam help?' He
called as he walked over to the edge. There were no more
lurks outside, they must have made their way in, probably
through the loading doors on the south side where they were
popping out of the ground. He began walking around the edge,
looking for a way down, hopefully they could get away before
the lurks broke the door down.
The knocking started on the door, there wasn't much time. No
way down. 'Does anybody have a rope?' He called, desperately
hoping for one to materialise before him, but the crew just
looking aside, probably feeling guilty for not being better
prepared for an attack. There was no safe way down then, he
decided, and joined the ranks of the other guards, guns aimed
intently at the door when another huge rumble came, sending
everybody over. They were up quick enough to catch sight of a
claw coming through the door, a few opened fire on the
opening, there was an unusual gurgling screech from the other
side. 'Hold your fire until you can get a better shot'
Shouted the sniper, trying to gain control of his men after
Wayne had been leading them so long.
The next claw came through, making the opening bug enough for
a few small crabs to get through. 'Here we go...'
Her Brotherhood escort had quickly become an armed escort since another soldier had taken her side just as they exited the bar.
This had grown unnerving for her.
Complete with a laser rifle and face-concealing helmet no less. She was guided through the Citadel, where she was however, she didn't know. The corridors all quickly blended together, with the notable exception of dimmer lighting and less people people as they proceeded.
From the shadows another armed soldier started walking in step behind them, taller than the other two, but no less frightening.
The soldier with the laser rifle had stopped by a doorway, while the other one turned to face her.
She was scared enough as is, the familiar weight of her rifle was her only comfort at this point. With some deliberation, she reached up to grab her Gauss Rifle when she heard the hum of an energy weapon behind her. Clearly they weren't taking any chances, but she handed it over slowly. "What's this all abo-"
The soldier insisted, only made more insidious by the helmet.
Dammit, she was hoping to keep the knife at least. Then again, what the hell was a knife going to do against armour anyway. She grudgingly handed over her combat knife. She was promptly frisked from behind anyway.
If she weren't scared, she would be a little more light-hearted about the matter, but the uncertainty could be heard in her voice.
"She's clean." replied the soldier behind her.
"Seriously, can someone please tell me what this all about?"
She was ignored until they had reached some sort of holding facility. Guards stood at each door, in the middle she could see the Elder, tapping her foot impatiently until they came into full view.
"You can find out from Elder Lyons herself." her escort had muttered and took his position by the doorway with her weapons in hand.
"This doesn't look good..." she softly muttered under her breath.
[Sneak 40/30][Success!]Danielle stuck to the north wall of the Nuka Cola plant, and moved east.
She switched on her scope, and poked it around the corner.
[Perception][Survival 25/35][Failure]...Blue mirelurks? Bigger than the normal kind. They were attempting to siege the plant, while being shot at by the people inside.
[Precision]Their faces looked to be armored, unlike other mirelurks, but their joints appeared to be vulnerable.
[Energy Weapons 100/50][Success!]A yellow laser fired into the knee-joint of one of the mirelurks, causing the meats inside to turn to ash, but leaving the shell intact, and letting out an awful smell.
"I always did like the taste of laser-seared mirelurk."
The smell of incinerated nukalurk wafted over to Danielle, and made it through her helmet's air-filtration systems. It smelled like boiling nuka-cola, it reminded her of old patrols, when she would practice shooting on bottles of Nuka Cola.
"Ugh! Can't stand that stuff!" (Nobody in the Rose family likes the taste of Nuka Cola.)
[Energy Weapons 100/60][Success!]An orange laser went into the knee-joint of another lurk, causing it to stumble and fall over. It was still twitching though. A series of red lasers went into the knees of another lurk.
She had their attention now, some of the mirelurks broke off, and were heading towards her.
Danielle briefly considered switching to her max-charge cells, but decided against it, as max charge shots with a high charge in the breeder would melt and distort the rifle's internal components.
[Superior Defender]"Come at me Broseph Stalin!"
Even Stan couldn't miss the bright flashes of lasers when he was looking in the right place. While everyone else was busy watching the door, he strolled over to the edge, and watched a figure in some sort of fancy armor easily dispatch several of the beasties.
"Oi," he said, turning around, "take a look, sniper boy. We appear to have some help. I have no idea what kind of laser rifle fires orange lasers, though. Brotherhood tech, maybe?"
Stan'd never actually seen the Brotherhood, before, just heard of them. He shrugged.
"Anyways. We need to get their attention, since they seem to be plenty capable. Any ideas?"
The man looked at him blankly.
"I thought not."
Just then, the first claw thrust its way through the door, and several people fired at it, before snipey-pants ordered them to hold fire. Stan looked back over the edge, hoping the mysterious figure was friendly and would hear the shots.
Stan finally drew his pistol again, then his shotgun, one in each hand. He wasn't accurate like that, but he suspected he wouldn't need to be. He was as ready as he was likely to get.
"Greater am I
By the earth's girth
Than Mighty Death!"
All creatures cry
That can summon breath-
And speak no lie. he recited in his mind. One of the first poems his mother had read him, in his youth. Comforting.
This positively near lethal mix of meds and alcohol did little to lessen the pain the anger that burned inside him. He wanted to kill something. More specifically someone, but he didn't really care who. He rolled out of the bar and to the court yard. He wrapped his fingers around a laser pistol that was used for target practice. He felt the weight in his palm before bouncing it between his hands for a minute getting a good feel for it. It felt as if he hadn't held one for quite some time, but he also got the distinct impression he knew how to use one at some unknown point and time. He fire at the head of the dummy hitting wide right. He loosened up his arm and aimed carefully to the left. He fired. Headshot. Wash, rinse, and repeat. Once he felt confident he exited the citadel. He made it about five minutes before running into a raider pack. The leader looked at him and chuckled spinning a chain in his hand. He counted six others. The leader said smiling, "Seven men against half of one. Not exactly a fair fight is it boy?" His goon squad laughed obediently.
Eobard replied, "My name is Professor Zoom and your assessment is far more accurate than you know."
The raider rolled his eyes and responded, "Do you think that was supposed to intimidate me?"
"No, I just thought you may want to know the name of the man who was about to take your life."
The raider nodded and fingered his gun and made a hand signal to his men. They preceeded to back away. It seemed that Zoom and this raider chief were on the same page. A good old fashioned mexican stand off.
The raider shouted,"ONE!"
"TWO!" Eobard replied.
"Three" they sounded together. They drew their guns. Zoom was far faster. Sending off three shots before the chief could get his out of its holster. All three rounds slammed him in the chest. He fell to his back, but was saved by his metal armor. "Get him boys!" he shouted in obvious pain. He fired two more shots one hitting a member of the group in the throat where there was no armor. The second slamming into his shoulder. The raider colapsed unable to breath. The second and third raider began to fire their 10mm pistols as the remaining three sprinted at Zoom with their melee weapons. Eobard pulled the trigger, but all that happened was a click. He dropped the gun and rapidly wheeled himself towards the sprinting raiders. First one had his chance. He tried to slam his sledge into Zoom's skull. Zoom was far to quick. He ducked the swing and it bounced feebly off of his chair. He slammed the painspiked raider in the jaw with his Bro-Fist. The raider's head popped like a balloon. The second was up to bat. Which coincedently was his weapon of choice. Zoom slammed his fist into the incoming weapon. The bat exploded into the raider's face. Filling his face with several inch splinters of wood. The last carried a mere pool cue. A wise man would have backed away. This raider was not a wise man. His organs liquified on impact. He pulled this raider on top of him as he raced towards the gun wielding bandits. Their bullets slammed into the body of their dead friend. Merely splattering Eobard with blood. As he came within a few feet he slammed both fists into the dead body of the raider launching him into his surviving former brothers in arms. These nearly naked raiders were crushed on impact. Finally he came to the leader who laid on the ground suffering. Eobard took off his bro-fists and rubbed his hands together. "You and I are going to have one hell of a night."
"Food gone, water gone, her gone, strength gone, sight going."
"Sending note. In bottle. Down sewer. Rescue maybe. Unlikely. If not, got shot for nine. Give or take miss. Then two for me and him. Don't touch me. Not in any life. Will wait long enough."
*...wurnk wurnk wurnk...*
"huh...huh...fishy! Fishy! The walls are talkin'! The walls are talkin'!"
"...the walls ARE talking..."
"Listen up assholes! We only gettin' paid for the 'lurk thing; Canterbury says it's got a friend, drop it if you see it. First man's shot is for the first share, and I can fuckin' TELL if you try tah stiff me, I will GUT you like a FUCKIN' FISH, capische?"
"Stop fuckin' doin' that, Butch. You want an explosive lobotomy?"
"I were just.."
"I repeat, SHUT THE FUCK UP, COCKSUCKERS."
'Go for the joints!' He shouted as he fired at a lurks elbow as it swung for the door, as its claw stuck the force combined with the damage caused its claw to come flying off its body.
The smaller crabs had gotten through, Wayne let the ones with less powerful weapons take them out, luckily there weren't many and they were all quickly dispatched, by the looks of it only a few people had been injured. Still, they needed everybody they had for the big bastards. Stan pulled up alongside, holding a gun in each hand, he looked like he meant business.
The lurks had made it through now, everybody was going wild with panic, missing shots or hitting the wrong places, those were the ones to go down first. Everybody began moving back, if it came to it jumping would be the only option, not pleasant but desperate times called for desperate measures.
His rifle was empty, no time to reload so he pulled out his revolver and dropped his rifle on the floor. Taking a deep breath he fired at the knees of the neatest lurks, crippling their ability to leap or even run. 'The face' he screamed to the sniper, knowing he could penetrate their armour.
Out of ammo again Wayne fumbles into his pocket to reload, aware that if he had used a semi automatic pistol like most, reloading would be much easier. And just as luck would have it, he wasn't fast enough, looking up he saw one of the Nukalurks leaping through the air straight for him. No room to move, no way but back off the edge, he gritted his teeth as the lurk flew through the air in what seemed like slow motion to him and prepared to meet his maker.
Five nukalurks had broken off from the main group and were coming for Danielle.
[Entrench][Superior Defender]Danielle was prepared for their assault.
[Laser Commander][Precision][Energy Weapons 100/100][Success!] An orange laser went into the knee of the lead nukalurk, causing it to stumble and fall over, causing a lurk behind it to trip over it. Countless lasers went into the knees of the standing lurks, and the shoulders of the fallen lurks.
The nukalurks who hadn't come for Danielle had gone into the factory. Danielle reloaded, and ran to the doorway of the plant.
Stan only managed a few hits, missing 3/5 shots. He really wasn't cut out for this kind of shooting. He stayed next to Wayne, and saw him throwing down weapons as they ran out of ammo.
Stan fired a one more shot with his revolver, then it was empty as well. He had yet to fire his sawn-off, however. He flicked his wrist, flipping it over his hand, and offered it to Wayne. Two shots. Wayne could make them count much better than Stan could. With his other hand, he slipped his revolver back into its holster. He had a knife. He could keep a single one busy at a time.
"Well, Wayne. It's been fun. Let's hope some damn backup gets here before we're all dead, eh?" he said as he drew the knife.
A 'lurk lunged at him, and he stepped out of the way, pivoted, and drove the knife into where it's armpit would be. With some difficulty, he tugged it free. None of the others would be that easy, but it was a start.
There it was, hope. Hope in the form of a sawn-off shotgun. He grabbed it and fired right in the chest of the Nukalurk, the impact propelling it back and into another two lurks, all tumbling to the ground.
This bought him the precious few seconds he needed to reload. He fired his revolver with as much precision as he could manage, taking a few down with shots to the mouth. He slowly became aware of a smell of burning meat, kind of like fresh Mirelurk cakes, but with a smell of Nuka Cola. He looked around, only the girl from earlier was using an energy weapon, and it wasn't really setting these things alight. Was there a fire? Wayne's mind wandered, was help here? He looked to the door, noticing no more had cone through, maybe it was safe to retreat back down the stairs. 'Everybody downstairs' he called, picking up his rifle and using it as a crutch as he moved toward the door, firing at any approaching Nukalurks to clear sage passage for himself and those that chose to follow him.
Danielle entered the factory.
[Perception]Foyer was clear of nukalurks, although there were some tiny crabs skittering about. The nukalurks seemed to have moved on to the stairwell.
The tiny crabs scuttled around Danielle's feet.
"The only thing you'll get from me is your daily iron requirement."
Danielle began to stomp on them.
"And since you're growing crabs, you need plenty of iron!"
[Entrench]Danielle ran up to the entrance to the stairway, and took cover in the doorway.
[Perception]There were people at the top of the stairs, on the other side of the nukalurks. There were about ten nukalurks in the stairway.
[Inspiring Presence]"Relax kids, Dan's here! Everything's perfect forever!"
[Energy weapons 100/70][Success!]Danielle shot at the back of the knee of the lead nukalurk, vaporizing the meats, but leaving the shell intact, releasing that awful smell, and causing the shell to tumble down the stairs, knocking several lurks over.
An Undertaker's New Friend
(Citadel Drunk Tank)
"DON'T YOU EVER SHUT THE FUCK UP!?" Someone's voice seemed to be screaming, entering Our Friendly Neighborhood Undertaker's previously sleeping consciousness.
"Why no... I never do because, dear Mister Celly, if I did, how would I truly know that I am alive and not in some sort of accursed limbo, where I can see people and interact with objects but not realize that I was dead? What if that was the case where I just went around trying to talk to people, solve their problems and not realize I was dead? What sort of fool would I be if that was the case?" Another voice said, one that sounded rather familiar to alcohol enriched brain of our Tall and Pale friend.
"I SAID SHUT YOUR FUCKING GOB!!!"
"Further more, speaking in this manner helps me clear my mind of wasteful thoughts. I prefer my mind unencumbered. It's what's kept me alive out there, alone I might add, and kept me ahead of my competition and kept you and your folk from being knee deep in the dead. Did you know that there are a slew of diseases that you can become victim to just from-"
Oh yes... that voice was quite familiar to all who knew our normally sharply dressed friend.
"I'm doing it again, aren't I?" Shifty thought to himself as he attempted to rouse the rest of his body from the torpor it seemed to be stuck in.
"Walt above! It really has been a while since I've found myself sleep talking." Mister McGee's thoughts rattled about in his brain as he found that at that point, all he could do was look around his cell with his eyes.
"It's rather like a form of meditation for me. A clearing of the mind while trying to achieve a perfect state of Nirvana. Perhaps you should try it something. Granted it's difficult at first to do after ten minutes but after some time, your vocal cords will get used to it."
"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP... I'LL MAKE YOU SHUT UP!"
"This isn't a very good sign."" The Sleeping Giant continued to think as he attempted to wiggle his toes and fingers, just get his body to do anything besides talk and talk and talk while a rather burly man who smelled like he normally wore power armor threatened him with grievous physical harm, in this case breaking his jaw against one of the drunk tank's many steel bars.
"Well.... that's no tone to take with me, Sir. I'll have you know that you're speaking with an Undertaker. Don't you know that where ever we go, death follows? You should be cowering at the very sight of me. You should be showing a proper amount of respect. When you die. Who do you think is going to make sure that you're properly cared for. I can guarantee that it won't be the damnable raiders that end up killing you that take care of your remains... well... they'll take care of your remains but probably not in the manner in which you would want. Oh... and yes... you are going to die from a Raider Ambush. I'm very rarely wrong about such things."
"Way to go, me. Make us look not only rude but neurotic at the same time. Perhaps you should just invite him to slam out face into the wall rather than wasting so much energy on the man."
"Further more! If you think that your infantile threats of slamming my face into the wall have any effect, you are sadly, SADLY mistaken."
Undertaker McGee would have, at that point, slammed his own face into the palm of his right hand if he could at the moment, however sending the nerve impulses to his muscles was a bit premature given that at that point he could only wiggle his toes and fingers.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"I said that you look like you are the genetic offspring of a Death Claw's asshole and Super Mutant's fist. Get it?"
"I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!!!"
"Oh Lord Walt, I pray. Let me have control of my body once again so that I can defend myself. I pray to thee do not let thy child die so idiotic a death at the hands of such a ruffian." The Undertaker prayed as a shadow closed in over his field of view, fist pulled back to deliver a blow that surely would have sent our Misunderstood Undertaker to the infirmary for quite some time.
"SEE YOU IN THE FUNNY PAGES!!!! RAUUUUGH!!!!"
"Really? Is that the best that you could come up with?" Pale, Tall and Handsome said and it was really him that said it as he finally got control of his body back from whatever malfeasance had control of it at that point in time.
"HAH... HAH... HOOOOW??"
A blow delivered to solar plexus of the Normally Power Armor clad Wee Gordo robbed him of his breath as well as his ability to fight for the moment and sent him onto the floor, struggling to catch his breath.
Looking down at the man that had nearly sent him to an early grave, the Undertaker turned the man onto his stomach and lifted him by the waistline of his pants, causing the man to suck air into his lungs.
"Sorry. I'll try to keep it down from now on." Our Tall man among Tall men said as he watched his cellmate recover and back away from him.
"Until such a time as I can be discharged from this holding tank, I will aim to maintain my best behavior and-"
"McGee! Time to go!" Paladin Rickles called out as he re-entered the holding area holding a clip board.
"About time." The Undertaker muttered as he was let out of the cell and proceeded to collect his equipment and personal effects.
"Looks like you made a friend. No one's ever been celled up with Brutus without getting a black eye or broken jaw. I think you're the first."
"Ahh. Well... *cough*... might I inquire where abouts I could purchase some equipment while I'm at the Citadel?" The Suited Man asked as he patted the top of his top hat into place.
"You'll be wanting to see the quartermaster about that. I noticed your weapon. You might wanna consider something a little more-"
"Yes. I'm quite aware of Mags' short comings but regardless I'm still going to keep her by my side. Perhaps she needs a friend."
With that, the Undertaker started whistling as he left to look for the Quartermaster... or perhaps that merchant... Marlon? That name seemed to ring a bell. Perhaps he would join Lucy for some
drinks ... dinner later if she had a moment. They needed a plan if they were going to find out what the deal with her father was.
"Since this is likely our last recording, I beg your time for confessions. In the interest of bushes and the beating around of them, and avoiding such frivolities, I have imbibed my second dose of this survival tonic. I know, I know I swore against it, but CHRIST give a man a little levity in his hour of needles NO nefertiti N-n-n-NEED."
"The sensation is marvellous but no time no time they're coming and I don't want to keep these boys wanting for their shot they seem so eager strapping young lads they are, marvellous, marvellous. God I'm so itchy, so itchy, so ITCHY!"
"...Fishy...why you done sting me? What I done to you, I was gon' throw you back, hones'..."
Stan slipped inside behind Wayne, after reloading his pistol, and saw the armored fellow- or was it a woman? It was hard to tell in the big, silly-looking armor, but Stan had a distinct feeling it was a woman- shooting some nukalurks.
"Strike!" she yelled after hollowing out a 'lurk, who then fell down the stairs and knocked others over. She's also yelled something about things being perfect forever? Stan didn't know, but he had a creeping feeling that he and the gal in the tin can would be pals, very quickly.
Stan kept his revolver down. He'd be more likely to hit one of the humans than a lurk. It didn't matter, though. Between Wayne and the Silly-Armor Lady the 'lurks weren't likely to live too much longer.
"Hey! Silly-Armor Lady! Keep up the shooting, please. We can only kill so many nukalurks before we get bored of it, you know?" Stan called down to her, and finally attempted to aim his pistol at a 'lurk, who promptly moved a few inches to the left, making him miss the joint. The round ricocheted harmlessly off the beastie's chest. Stan frowned, and fired three more rounds in quick succession, eventually hitting on the third.
"There we go." he grinned widely. The 'lurk only stumbled a bit, but he had at least hit it.
They had made it to the stairs when a Nukalurk vaporized internally, leaving a hard shell to roll away in front of him. Wayne saw the cause, a power armoured warrior. They were home free, just a couple remained. Stan was taking care of one, Wayne could handle the next and the last one could be handled by the reinforcements.
It charged Wayne, 'C'mon you ugly asshole!' He said under his breath, he had a new found energy, perhaps from the knowledge that it would all be over soon, the creature charged, Wayne pulled out Stan's sawn-off and his revolver. As the creature got close he fired into the beasts knee with his revolver, causing into to stumble to one knee in front of him, it's claws facing outward to balance itself. In a burst of anger he then rammed the sawn-off into the Nukalurks mouth and fired. Blue blood sprayed from its mouth, lightly sprinkling Wayne's face. The creature spasmed and fell to the floor dead.
Finally it was over. He looked accross the roof, strewn with bodies of humans and abominations alike. If he hadn't grown accustomed to such attrocities he may have broken down at the sight.
Turning to the power armoured man he felt nothing but disapointment. 'Is this all we get?' Turning to the well dressed man he continued, 'Do you see how many people just died? Do you know how much ammo I just used up? I've only just got here god damn it!!' He yelled, anger flooded his body. He tapped at his Pipboy and waited for his robobrain to show up, hopefully it had been left untouched since it had been stood still. 'It's gonna take some compensation for all these consumables I just used, not to mention labour costs.' He looked up at the man with a hard stare to drive his point home.
Walking down to the iron man he gave him a tap on the chest. 'Thank you fella' he yelled out loud and slow. He had never spoken to anybody in power armour before and wasn't sure if it affected their hearing. 'You got any friends nearby? I got a feeling something big is coming this way?' He shouted again, like somebody would shout at an elderly person with trouble hearing.
Elder Lyons, upon seeing her, started walking down the hallway towards Lucy, her power-armor making audibly heavy sounds as they echoed off the walls. The door behind her had quickly been shut upon exit and the Elder looked like she was in no mood for pleasantries as she squared up to Lucy. The Elder spoke in an utterly frustrated tone, "Usually, these soldiers are committed to secrecy, but this guy is strangely allowed to gab...to a point. I don't like it, and I don't like him. He wants to speak to you alone."
Lucy was still rather shaken from the abrupt escort; the soldiers had seemed to take some sort of sadistic pleasure out of frightening her. Lucy had held her breath, expecting some sort of verbal or physical reprimand for some transgression she had no idea she had committed, but to her avail, it did not arrive.
Lucy was simultaneously relieved that she wasn't being punished, yet her curiosity was shot down by her growing anxiety as she replied, "He? What exactly are you talking about? I'm a little in the dark here. No pun intended." she noted the dim lighting sheepishly.
A vicious glare from the Elder seemed to projects thoughts of Lucy's stupidity in that moment and how she had ever managed to survive in the Wasteland. Her cold reply that followed was simply bone-chilling.
Any trace of her headache due to the overindulgence of vodka earlier had vanished. Any inkling of concern for Shifty, Frank, Marlon, Vikki and William had vanished at that point. Her thoughts rushed back to the feral and inhumane version of herself, not too long ago, screaming on the battlefield.
That wretched name had twisted her emotions around her heart, consumed her thoughts and sought to guide her subsequent actions from that point forward. Without any sense of trepidation, she looked at the Elder directly with a mixture of fiery passion and cold detachment. "What do you need of me, specifically? Because this man has a lot to answer for."
The Elder ran her hand through her hair in thinly-veiled frustration,"To put it simply, learn what you can from him. Trouble started when I tried to question him about your father, Isaac Black. But more importantly, I need to know what exactly The Brotherhood is up against. I can't even risk scouting the possible coordinates of their base in a fly-by because I'm sure they'll just be shot down. Do what you have to, and do NOT trust him. Just because he's tied up doesn't mean he's safe."
He stopped at the questioning of her father? Wait, why was the Elder asking about him as well? She shook her head and tried to calm the tempest of thoughts, she would save them for Bob. "If he's eager to talk to me, then he's got something to reveal...And believe me, Elder. I watched this man murder my father in front of me and beat me to a bloody pulp. I know more than anyone else, that he is not one to be trusted. I have an angle, I think, but we can't be monitored." And with those words, she started walking towards the door, where Bob was held, stopping for a moment. "I'll tell you everything, absolutely everything once I'm done. FalloutBob is not the only one with a confession to make." That was the very last thing she said to the Elder, before putting her hand on the door, catching her breath, making her way inside and slamming the door behind her.
The room was fairly spacious; chairs were on either end of a steel table in the center of the room and finally, torture devices ranging from sinister blades to cattle-prods to medical equipment were laid out on a table to the side of the room. But where was Bob? It took her a moment to look up to find him suspended from ceiling via a web of chains, resulting in a metallic cocoon that looked like it allowed the body absolutely no room for movement. The only accessory was a hockey-mask he wore, to which she had no idea why that was there. He had begun to speak as she stepped towards him, hearing the door bolt closed behind her.
There he was. The very man that ruined her life, murdered her father and home.
The very man that made her shoulder a debt she still did not understand to this day.
She had shouldered a guilt for so communities that she previously never cared for.
Yet here he was, chained and masked, but his form unmistakable from what she saw on the battlefield...even if it was his naked form. But she couldn't let her rage throw her off now, she had to channel this elsewhere, like her Mother taught her to...
Taking a deep breath, she sighed heavily in order to calm her nerves, "I asked for us not be monitored."
She pulled the steel table just below Bob and slowly perched herself on top of it; she reached up and slowly lifted the crude hockey mask off his head, keeping it in her lap. "Enclave Asset Unit-08 reporting in..." she hated those words, yet she continued with the facade by using her anger to mask her real intent, "I never thought you would make house-calls, you definitely make a girl feel special." she paused, her tone shifted and she glared at him with utter contempt "You gave me a job, you're here and that's coming dangerously close to blowing my cover."
"Needs drive, Asset. The boss-man ordered an immediate action on the Behemoth problem. The Doc is a disgruntled lunatic of the old regime and must put down." He snorted in disgust and continued "Turning DNA into spaghetti for his own desires is insane and it pollutes the goals of the Enclave! The coordinates of his stronghold must be found and used towards his destruction!" Despite his gesture, his tone was upbeat and...optimistic!?
She tried to remain jovial with this monster, but he was too happy, too content for a man in his position. It was both unnerving and more than a little infuriating, yet she stifled those emotions and feigned a grim smile and slightly less upbeat attitude. Instead opting to be the helpful informant she was recruited to be, "The Bro-hood is also looking out for The Doc, running completely blind, might I add." she paused and cocked her head quizzically to the side, "Honestly, what is the old regime and what exactly are the goals of the Enclave? I wasn't exactly given a handbook or a tour when you...recruited me." she said this last part with a slight chuckle, trying to make light of her own tragedy. Her hand was behind her back, balled into a fist and shaking out of equal rage, fear and disgust. "I'd kinda like to know more if I'm going to continue helping you and the Enclave in the future." that was it; she hated herself at that moment, but continued to smile regardless.
FalloutBob shifted his head (as best he could) and barely contained his laughter as he spoke. "You haven't seen the flyers? The recruitments? The announcement over GNR? Damn, you miss out!" He whistled at Lucy's detachment to the outside world not too long ago, shaking his head as he did so. "There was an old and ultimately-stupid Enclave that was trying to play government when it was ultimately an army. Number One saw this and decided at once to take over. The current Enclave reflects his views and standards. I thought everyone knew this much, as was I sure that nobody could miss - thanks to Eden - that the Enclave wants the country back. It's just a matter of HOW!
She nodded as she listened to him, he sounded like a man with complete conviction, belief in whatever twisted way his organization worked. "I was a bookworm, hated the radio, never got out much...before, you know...." her voice trailed off and she looked down for a moment, contemplating her next words "Number One obviously being your boss, so compared to the old-Enclave, a militant dictatorship...how is the new Enclave any different? Besides, you'd be surprised how little people know these days. They still see the Enclave as, well, the old-Enclave, you know?"
FalloutBob sounded very frustrated at this point, but his voice was layered with absolute belief in what he was saying. "There is just no teaching some people, is there?!" He sighed heavily and continued more seriously, "The notion of Number One is that there is NO government that exists at this time! The NCR, the Legion, the Brotherhood, and even the old Enclave trying to be the American government is one big ass LIE! The only thing that is NOT a lie is who has the right to transform it BACK into a ruled land! Not primitive despots, not cowboys and Frontiersmen. Only those who command the technology!
He proceeded to chuckle to himself at this point, almost manic in his behaviour.
That battle over the Hoover Dam? Pathetic! The bid to control Project Purity? A waste of resources! Vaults purify water for a large population by use of a single chip. This land can be tamed by the production of enough GECK units. Whole cities can be restored instead of looking like junk heaps. Who is going to do that? Them...or US!?
She was actually impressed at this notion, if she weren't sitting in front of the man that literally murdered her father , she would probably ask where the recruitment centre was. This had helped to sell her fake admiration though, "That's a goal I can get behind, it's honourable, it has direction and no-one is waving their dicks around while trying to claim their territory instead of taking an active role in bettering the lives of others instead of themselves." she smiled up at Bob, "That's admirable... It really is, but what happens to The Brotherhood, other settlements and factions in the process of all this? How do you plan to cleanse the wasteland of them or will you try to integrate them? Besides, do you guys have the aerial and boots-to-the-ground manpower to even do all this?"
Just out the corners of the mask, she could see something about his face had shifted a smile perhaps?
You're getting rather interested, aren't you, girl? Still, I don't actually care much for those decisions. I'm an enforcer. You wanna talk to JACK about that. Me, I'm surprised you haven't asked the BIG QUESTION!
"I like to know who I'm into getting to bed with..." Her expression darkened and her tone had dropped to a near growl, "So, you requested to see me about Isaac Black..." she wanted to tear out his throat, he sickened her, but she couldn't give in after coming so far. At least she would be making her Mother proud. Through gritted teeth she hissed, "Now I'm not your enemy, since after hearing your story, I'm pretty much convinced the Enclave has the right idea, but I'm sure you can understand my frustration and goddamn confusion!" She looked at Bob with a withering glare that she had never given anyone else, rage and heartbreak were clear in her eyes and scowl, "Why was my Father so important to you, who was he REALLY and why the HELL did you have to fucking kill him?!"
Bob's tone had grown darker and all amusement had left his body. The effect was rather unnerving.
"You ready for this...?"
"Well, I wasn't privileged to such information until after my induction into the Fallout Sector, but what I did learn was that Number One has been cooking them for a while. This is not their first generation. To get this good, they must first have predecessors. The well-trained train the next generation to make them even stronger, and then eventually step down.Still, to the man who instigated the new regime with their help, there could be no greater insult than the desertion of...FalloutIsaac."
"Isaac Black did not agree with the coup, that we should purge ranks of the people who screw up our organization - the old regime - in the takeover. Isaac and his protégé had an argument; he was stripped of command and rank. Unfortunately, he still commanded influence unofficially for a while and eventually got his hands on that rifle of yours. That was an inconvenience, but the insult was the betrayal and desertion itself. Number One's anger was palpable. And so, he ordered the most brutal manslayer available to take care of matters. He sent me."
At this point, Lucy couldn't muster a single word, her voice cracked as the tears had welled up in her eyes. Tears had started streaming down her face as her world was turned upside down, she wiped away at them hopelessly as she whimpered for a moment, trying to regain her composure, but failing miserably. "I'm sorry, it's just difficult to hear and to finally find out...the truth. I should want to kill you, but ironically you're the only person that has ever just told me the complete truth and in a weird way, I can only thank you for that...you were just doing your job after all."
She hugged herself as she sat there in silence, not even looking at Bob, she needed to regain her composure, yet she knew that was impossible after what she had just heard...She could channel her grief into two things she knew well, deception against the Enclave and revenge against Number One and everyone involved.
"I want to make up for where my father failed, I'm already an asset, but I want to join your ranks...my father, was never really around to even be considered a father. In a way, you unshackled me. I understand now what you mean by - " she choked on these words "...repaying his debt." She paused and looked at him with feigned sincerity, "My father was a liar to me and now he's a traitor to a cause I now believe in! I want to help. How?"
Of course she would never help him, she wanted to kill him, she wanted to burn the Enclave to the ground. She just needed to keep lying more, so that she could abuse this position later. "I need to leave soon...unfortunately, I'll have to hit you...make it look like I flew into a rage...what bullshit do you want me to tell the Elder?" she could only muster these last few questions because her emotions were deadening as she was going into emotional shock, ready to explode unpredictably.
"We want to know where the Behemoths and the Doc are located. An enforcer stands ready where we thought his transmission came from, but it was only a mutant camp.Tell Lyons that Isaac worked with the Enclave Underground, our equivalent of the Brotherhood of Steel in this sector. Oh, and use a chair. Otherwise, I won't even feel it through the chains."
Lucy shakily stood up and put the mask gently over FalloutBob's face again.
"Of course." her fingers lingered over a nearby scalpel, grabbing it, she pressed it to his temple and slowly slid the blade down to his cheek, poking under the mask and further to his chin. She took it slow, digging the blade into his jawline. She was enjoying this, but she had to keep up appearances as much as it frustrated her not to slice open his neck.
"I'm sorry about that, nothing a stimpack or two won't fix, but I had to make it believable. The Elder is aware that you killed Isaac." She dropped the bloodied scalpel, turning to the side to hide her smile of contemptuous joy at finally getting to hurt this monster. "I'll succeed where my father failed." which is by taking all of you down. She picked up the chair, weighed it in her hands to get a good grip. "Bob, one last thing...thank you." And with this, she finally slammed the chair into his head, ramming it into his stomach with all the strength her little rage-filled body could muster and finally slamming it into his face again...She wasn't thanking him for anything he did, she thanked him for revealing everything and for allowing her the chance to get up close and personal...She winked at him, reassuring him and finally threw the chair against the opposite end of the room. Against the door, this was swiftly unbolted as three guards rushed in. She turned and gave a devious smile as if to say "Don't worry, I'm on your side" when it actually meant "Don't worry, I'll burn your precious Enclave to the ground."
She slowly trudged her way out of the cell. Her emotions giving way as all her facades had come crashing down around her as she walked away from the cell. Equal part self-hatred, mourning, loss, grief, anger, sadness and sadistic pleasure in torture had taken full control over her mind in that moment. Emotionally overwhelmed and physically weak, she walked down the hallway before slumping down the nearby wall as she openly wept.
She had just had the most difficult conversation of her life.
"Hey! Silly-Armor Lady! Keep up the shooting, please. We can only kill so many nukalurks before we get bored of it, you know?"
[Armor 85/50][Success!]Silly? What was silly about power armor? It put several layers of protection between the wearer, and a hostile, uncaring world. Not wearing it would be silly.
A hail of bullets and lasers obliterated the remaining lurks.
Danielle switched off the scope, and reloaded.
The man dressed as a cowboy walked up to her, and tapped her on the chest.
'Thank you fella. You got any friends nearby? I got a feeling something big is coming this way!
The man spoke loudly and slowly, as if trying to talk to a non-English speaker, or someone hard of hearing.
[Unarmed 35/25][Success!]Danielle forcefully grabbed the cowboy's wrist in a fashion that was quite unpleasant for him.
[Black Widow]"If you want to paw at a girl's chest, buy her a drink first."
She released his arm.
"I've got friend's relatively nearby, but not super-nearby. I helped because I was in the neighborhood on my way home. If something big is coming you're probably going to have to deal with it without me; I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I'm not sticking around. If something comes up while I'm here though, I'll help.
Danielle gave the cowboy a slap on the ass, turned around and started walking out.
ENTER PLAYERS STAGE LEFT
A smattering of ribald ruffians, five bodies and nine arms between them, with their sagging packs and gritty tools, perhaps a hard day's work lies ahead? Or perhaps it's all an act between the flophouse and the bar?
THE DOCTOR: "Boys, boys, boys. At last you have arrived. Come bask in the fire, while the embers last; such comforts are few and far between nowadays, wouldn't you say?"
GESTURES TO FIREPLACE
The boys are cautious, they fear some mechanism of their demise, skilfully obfuscated by the Doctor's charming demeanour.
The doctor conducts himself with the poise and graces of a classical gentleman, a bottle of some fine vintage - doubtless one of many - reclines on a side-table within his reach. Receiving his guests with a rare joviality; a true egalitarian, turning not the humble, coal-dusted workman of the lower classes from his threshold. Also he is a Walrus.
THE BOYS: "..."
THE DOCTOR, with a flourish: "Ah, but I beg your pardon for my rather forthcoming greeting, but I have been expecting your arrival, and I could not but prepare to the best of my ability. Forgive that I cannot offer you cigars or fine wine; ah! but I misunderstand your tastes, I am almost certain."
THE BOYS, amongst themselves: "...This the package?"
The Doctor is rapt to something unseen.
BOYS: BRING WEAPONRY TO BEAR
BUTCH: "The fuck is this?"
ROY: "The fuck that is is the fuckin' package. Looks like we's goin' home early."
FITZ, or perhaps it's BUTCH again, it is hard to tell them apart: "How we gonna shift that thing? Might be a 'lurk but I don't see any legs. No pack mule's gonna take that thing fer more n' half a mile without snappin'."
The doctor appears agitated.
THE DOCTOR: "You know, where I am from, it is considered the height of rudeness to speak amongst oneselves in company above your station."
An Undertaker Adds Filler Material
(A Field Just Outside the Citadel)
Try as he might, and the Mighty White Gloved one in the sky knew how far he tried, our Friendly Neighborhood Undertaker was unable to locate the acquaintances that he had made whilst being a guest at the Citadel meaning no Mister Marlon with his supply of weapons that Tall, Pale and Suited was intent on shopping at and that also meant no Miss Lucy with her promises of training on the Gauss Rifle that she carried around with her. It was probably just as well however as he had made a whole slew of new acquaintances in the last few minutes since he had wandered outside the damaged walls of the Citadel.
"Ahh, measuring tape, my oldest and dearest friend. How you fly too and fro without effort." He said as he measured up his latest client, a Brotherhood of Steel Paladin that had been killed in the line of duty during the Behemoth attack. Looking at the remains of the woman, he couldn't help but feel the pangs of anger at a life that had been needlessly cut short by the violence that permeated the Wastes.
"May the Lord Walt take you into the loving folds of his arms and hold you for all eternity." Undertaker McGee said solemnly as he stuffed placed two bottle caps over the fallen Paladin's eyes and began the process of constructing her custom coffin.
Gathering the needed materials, he looked at the multitude of others that were waiting to be buried... the multitude of other lives that were needlessly cut short by this attack.
"If I ever find out who did this, he will find out what it is to be buried in a casket before his time." The Undertaker promised his client as he sawed through a board, looking down at the woman who looked to be no older than Shifty was.
Looking back out towards the rows of his new acquaintances, he hoped that he would not be burying either Miss Lucy, Mister Marlon or even Mister Frank, despite his short being an asshole, any time soon.
This was the trouble that his father had pointed out with Shifty and his business acumen, he was always looking for something in the deaths... some sort of meaning when really there was none to be found. He was always looking for a reason to break the Undertaker's code of being neutral and taking no lives unless it was in defense of himself. He was always ... trying to get away from his responsibilities as a member of the Undertaker profession.
No... looking down at the Paladin and the other members of the Brotherhood of Steel, he saw not profit, he saw waste. He saw not customers or clients but people.
Finishing up with the side boards he nailed them in place, careful of he angles that he needed for the casket to fit together perfectly.
"Ah, Penelope." He said using the name he had given her since he had no idea what her real name was. "Walt Speed."
The first shovel full of dirt hit the casket.
The soldier grabbed Wayne's wrist and twisted it painfully.
'If you want to paw at a girl's chest...'
...It was a woman? Not only had he just been saved by a woman, he had also just been put in pain by said woman, Wayne felt his blood boil. He took a breath and calmed himself, this woman had powerful weaponry and advanced, strength enhancing armour. Of course she would be capable of rescuing everyone.
His Robobrain arrived, unscathed, and followed him as he headed back to the roof, looking through the dead bodies. 'Well these guys won't be needing these any longer, catch' he said as he threw a box of shotgun shells to Stan, knowing he would need them for his sawn-off.
No ammo for Wayne though. He felt in his pocket, just enough to load up both guns with about 5 rounds to spare. Picking up a 10mm pistol he decided it best to save his own weapons for a desperate situation, at least until he got to a trader. Luckily there was plenty left over to trade. He loaded up and headed to the soldier. 'Mind if we tag along? Reckon we'll be safer with you. An' I'll part ways when you get where you're goin'. I got things to do'
As Wayne began walking to the stairs he took a long hard look at the shell of the Nukalurk that had vaporized internally. He turned to look at the soldier, then back to the shell. He picked it up and examined it, unusually lightweight, and he knew it was tough. 'Maybe I can find a use for this' he muttered. He looked around, sweeping up the other pieces that made up the legs and arms of the deceased Nukalurk, and crammed them into the cavity of his Robobrain, it was definatley full. The torso, however, would need to be carried. Grabbing some wiring from some nearby scrap electronics, he lashed the torso section to the back of the Robobrain. He would probably have to avoid riding on the seat for now, to stop it becoming over encumbered.
Once I get to a workbench with a few more materials, I'll have me a nice piece of protection, might even have a little somethin' for Stan. he thought to himself.
'We ready?' He said to the group.
Barry awoke in the bathroom of citadel. His face felt recently scrubbed and his armor was a different shade then he remembered. He was more than a little bit perplexed about what had happened. He remembered falling out out of the Vertibird. He vaguely remembered waking up in a hospital bed. Now he was here. These events didn't exactly fit together in any real way. He then noticed he was sitting in a wheelchair. This made his memories even more perplexing to him. Unbeknownst to him a certain raider leader was about two miles away tied to a tree...with his own intestines. "What happened while I was out? That girl I met on the vertibird would know? L...Lu...Lucy. There we go. The old noggin hasn't failed me completely just yet. Then I could ask her to be part of my superhero team. OF JUSTICE. FIGHTING EVIL!" He left the bathroom impassioned like no man exiting the bathroom before him! Then he realised he had absolutely no idea of where she was. Or where HE was for that matter. Or who anyone here was besides her and maybe Shifty if he was around. If they were both alive. This did not deter him in any way whatsoever. He was going to wheel around until he found them. It just may take longer than he thought.
Danielle felt her skills had improved from dealing with the Nukalurk situation.
'Mind if we tag along? Reckon we'll be safer with you. An' I'll part ways when you get where you're goin'. I got things to do'
[Perception]The cowboy had a limp, and a poor disposition.
"I'm not sure you're going to be able to keep pace if you're as lame as you seem. (Haha, literal use of phrases!) I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I can't slow down for anything not urgent. Also, they don't just let anyone into the Citadel. You could try walking with me there, then breaking off and heading for Rivet City, or you could try to become Brotherhood initiates. We always need more, because we've got a terrible mortality rate, so you'd be perfect!"
Danielle stepped out the door.
"If you want to try to tag along, you're welcome to, but I'm not slowing down."
Wayne didn't take kindly to how the soldier spoke to him. 'Lame?' He thought to himself? 'Who the fuck does she think she is?'
Deciding it best not to confront somebody hiding behind power armour he turned his thouhts to the choices he had been presented with. Brotherhood initiate? That could be one way of getting himself some power armor, but he doubted it would be as easy as 'Welcome to The Brotherhood, here's some power armor, do as you please.' Besides, if they find out he was looking for someone with ties to The Enclave, it might cause some friction.
Rivet city then? Must be some kind of settlement. Surely somebody there would be able to help him, and hopefully there would be a trader there too.
'Rivet city it is then' he said aloud, reaching into his pocket he pulled out some coyote tobacco chew and put it in his mouth, the injected a shot of med-x into his leg to hold off some of the pain. 'Try to keep up' he said jokingly with a laugh, and set off out of the entrance to the building, quickly slowing down upon realising he didn't know which way to go...
One of the Brotherhood soldier's that had been stationed at the door had taken the liberty to manhandle Lucy and wrench her up by the arm.
"We're going to see the Eld-"
"No!" she shouted angrily at the soldier, proceeded to wrench her arm free and push against his chest-plate with all the strength her little body could muster at that point. He took a total of two steps backwards, so much for strength. "Would you people just give me a break? Please!? I did what was asked of me, I got more out of him than your dear Elder did."
The soldier merely looked in her direction, or so she thought, she could never really tell with the helmets. Surprisingly, he gave the smallest of nods and lifted his hand up apologetically.
She appreciated this gesture, but a sudden thought hit her as she noted the various cells along the hallway, with FalloutBob's at the very end. She peered inside a nearby vacant cell and motioned towards it. "Mind if I have a little privacy? By the way, are there any holotapes I could use for recording in the cell?"
"Go ahead. There should be a few on the table."
"Thanks." She wasted no time making her way into the room, shutting the door behind her and taking a seat while playing with the holotapes functions. She set aside two, one for The Brotherhood and another that was personal.
She opted for audio settings for both.
She started with the Brotherhood report and hit the record button.
"Elder Lyons, this is Lucy Black creating a report on my findings with FalloutBob, I recorded this in order for you to review my message and use it as you wish.
When I was 19, my home of Springvale was attacked by the Enclave, killing my father and almost killing me. Days later, after my recovery at Megaton, I revisited the ruined Springvale. I was savagely beaten by a higher-up member of the Enclave, FalloutBob, and forcefully recruited as an Enclave Asset in order to pay off my father's debt. I took the Gauss Rifle which belonged to my Father, Isaac Black. Not understanding its relevance.
At the time, I didn't know what this meant; however my work was to report to Enclave patrols or Eyebot's about what certain settlements knew about the Enclave. Megaton, Rivet City, The Underworld and even The Brotherhood were to be reported on, lest they be destroyed according to FalloutBob.
The Enclave has a ranking system, one in particular is called the FalloutSector, and this is where the Elite are trained. The Enclave of today is under the rule of a new leader, called Number One. He seeks to restore the Wasteland with mass production of GECK units and those who oppose him will most likely be destroyed. FalloutBob knows little or does not wish to share information on their strength or specific plans as he says he is just an enforcer. The individual that knows all the details seems to be one called Jack, most likely called FalloutJack.
Another section of the Enclave still exists, called the Enclave Underground, they oppose the Enclave's current ideals yet still belong to the old regime which everyone is aware of. Whether they can be allies or remnants hoping to rebuild, it remains to be seen.
Going back to my Father, Isaac Black, who was he? A simple trader, getting attacked by a member of the FalloutSector? No, my father was known as FalloutIsaac. Isaac did not agree with taking over the old regime through violence. This led to him being stripped of his command and rank. Isaac betrayed and deserted the Enclave at that point and this lead to his murder. He had also taken the very Gauss Rifle I possess.
Currently, there is a man named The Doc, experimenting and twisting the DNA of Super Mutants, Behemoths and creatures alike. This man belonged to the old regime and the Enclave seeks to destroy him and his creations. They also don't know anything on this matter, yet he wishes for me to report anything if the Brotherhood finds out.
As a fake asset, I can freely interact with the Enclave at a limited scale. This could be advantageous. Isaac Black may have been a part of the Enclave, but he left to properly raise me and help the Brotherhood. I wish to aid the Brotherhood in whatever way I can, as Isaac would have wanted."
"End of recording."
Lucy took a deep breath, feeling better now that all that information was conveyed properly in case her emotions get the better of her in front of the Elder later. She pulled the second holotape towards her, her personal recording and after a few minutes of silence, she pressed record and started talking.
"My name is Lucy Black. I am by no means what anybody would consider profound, however, maybe the information I've gathered will help the Brotherhood at the very least. This is a personal recording.
When I was 19, my home of Springvale was attacked by the Enclave, killing my father and almost killing me. I revisited the ruined Springvale, attacked by FalloutBob again, and forcefully recruited as an Enclave Asset in order to pay off my father's debt. I took the Gauss Rifle which belonged to my Father, Isaac Black.
Turns out my father used to be known as FalloutIsaac, take that as you will.
I never acted within the Enclave's interests, I was never aligned to them and they will always be my enemy.
I've met some interesting people along the way, people who have become dear to my heart in different ways, yet I fear that my quest for revenge by using deception has lead me down a darker path. So if something were to happen to me and this holotape be discovered, whoever finds this, I wish you to pass it along to the beloved who will be mentioned. I'll try to keep it short.
"Frank Rose: I've never met anyone as crazy or brave as you. You've saved my ass on multiple occasions and it's been an honour fighting alongside you. I grew to trust you very quickly, since you belonged to the very organization I dreamt of joining as a child. Yet I look past that and appreciate you for the considerate, funny and brave person you are. You fight on to this day, even with all you've had to suffer through. I don't pity you, because I know that's not what Frank wants. I do, however, respect you and wish to stay by your side in battle. Thank you for respecting me, a mere Wastelander."
"Shifty Mcgee: The Illustrious Undertaker of the Wasteland, I think I've said enough when it comes to my respect for you and your profession. Initially, I saw an undertaker and it wasn't long before I trusted you as a person. Dashing, eloquent, a true gentleman, impeccably dressed and cheery in nature, I think we met under the strangest of circumstances since you found me wailing like a banshee not long after I greeted you with a hail of gunfire. I would presume you are rarely appreciated; now while macabre in nature, I would love no greater honour than to have you bury me, dear Undertaker. I hope our time wasn't short. Yet it will forever remain sweet."
"Barry/Flash: When we met, you survived a freaking mini-nuke blast. Like I said back then, you're the amazing one here! Even though that entire battle was a mess of emotions, I want you to know that I was happy to make a friend, become an equal-rights-partner, join a superhero duo and subsequently become Power Girl. Thank you by the way...we just have to work on my outfit and cleavage. Anyway! IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE, as you would put it, I hope we defeated evil side-by-side. You probably don't remember, but I used all my stimpacks on you in that trip, 4 or 5 if I remember correctly. Completely worth it, sidekicks do whatever they can for each other."
"Marlon Van Graff: Dude, I totez blew up your car. You didn't comment on my weight when you carried me. Thanks bro."
"William Knight: You're the reason I survived when I did, I was meant to die that day, According to Moira, like most men, you left the next morning. You had your reasons and you took a gamble by wasting time on me. I wish our time wasn't so brief, I wanted you to get to know me - or I wanted to get to k-know you. You can't leave me; I have your babies...That was a joke, because - ugh, I'm rambling. Just - I hope we got to see one another more; it's about time I helped you out for once. I'll never forget what you did for me, literally the first person to show me unconditional kindness since the attack. You're an honourable and kind gentleman that much I know about you. By the way, first date: Blamco Mac & Cheese. Kidding...kinda..."
"Thank you everyone...keep my Gauss Rifle safe."
She ended the recording and put the personal holotape into her backpack. The formal holotape, however, she kept in her hands and left the cell. She was feeling a lot better now that she was able to let her emotions out. She then proceeded to wait outside the cell.
A difficult conversation with the Elder was ahead of her, how she will react to her Enclave ties, especially to that of FalloutBob himself, she did not know. Lucy feared being banished from the Brotherhood.
She was growing anxious again, yet she waited patiently.
Stan had mostly mulled around, being oddly quiet. Something had him spooked. He did not like 'lurks in the first place. He like the crazy, heavily-armored ones even less.
Eventually, he shook off the spooks, and went to find Wayne, only to see him preparing to leave with the lady in the silly armor.
She was lecturing him about them not letting people into the Citadel or something? Stan wasn't paying very close attention, and her armor made her voice terribly irritating.
"Oi, tin-can." he called to her. "Thanks for the offer, but I know the way to Rivet City well enough. Been there a few times. And I don't know about getting mixed up with your Brotherhood types. Not everything I've heard has been good, ya dig? So, it's been fun, and thanks for the assist, but this is probably where we part ways."
He looked at Wayne. "Unless, for some reason, you want to go with her, pal." he said with a sigh. He figured Wayne'd want to go with her. Brotherhood had something to do with the Enclave if he remembered his gossip correctly. They were enemies maybe? He couldn't remember. But either way, Wayne would probably want to go with her and grill her for info on his missing pal.
"Unless, for some reason, you want to go with her, pal."
"Well, we're all heading east initially anyways, so let's go.
Danielle resumed her journey home, and let her mind wander as she walked.
[Flashback]"Happy birthday Dan!"
"...Dad? What time is it?"
"Why are we up so early?"
"Because we're going to do something your mother won't approve of."
"What could possibly be worth sneaking behind mom's back this early?"
Her father pulled out a laser pistol.
Now that you're five, I think you should learn to shoot. My dad taught me on my fifth birthday, so now I'm teaching you.
"Thank you dad!"
"Times wasting, to the courtyard, double-time!"
"Yes sir dad!"[/flashback]
We rejoin our most beloved players in much the same state as we left off, The Doctor was most welcoming, the boys much less so, but perhaps they are unaware of what they tread on. Who knows, perhaps our narrator is rather overstating the importance of The Doctor's threshold? Ah but that remains to be spoken for.
A bent and somewhat shrouded figure enters (STAGE LEFT)
The bent one is hopped up on some liquor and it visibly agitated, shoulder to the doorframe and hoisting considerable weaponry to his nose, though it seems he can't decide which eye to close, and so he appears to be blinking light from his eyes.
ABE : "Now you baws, you baws I tole y' again n' again n' some more n' again; this here? This Abe's private property, the county up n' gave this patch for ol' Abe tah work, and only Abe shall work it. So ah tell you again, GIT. OUTTA. MAH. YARD."
There are, of course, many boys and fewer Abe, but it appears that he has them at a disadvantage. A few firearms clatter at feet, but some of those boys, to their eternal credit, aren't so naive.
FITZ, a quieter one, with an untouched, effeminate face: "...uh...that gun isn't loaded."
ABE : "...yeah it is."
FITZ: "No, it's..."
ABE : "Yeah it is."
FITZ : "No, it isn't, you just pulled the trigger, we heard the click."
Abe looks somewhat embarrassed. For once, he doesn't have any words.
ROY, with a cruel grin : "...It's only the package he wants alive, right?"
The boys scramble for their armoury, but now the Doctor has found his words again.
THE DOCTOR: "Boys, Boys! Boys! Let's dispense with the act, shall we? It was I that you wanted alive, was it?"
The doctor produces an ancient repeater from somewhere around his seat, and places the barrel in his mouth.
THE DOCTOR: "nurr yurr tuuf mff hrrnd thrr, n yrr rurrd ss gnn."
The boys draw blanks. Abe looks confused. The doctor realises, in time.
THE DOCTOR, removing the barrel from his mouth, and resting it on his temple, flushed slightly with embarrassment: "Uh which is to say, the bent one is with me, harm him, and as you can see, there shall be no reward for you."
BUTCH: "An' how do we know you ain't shittin' us with that cannon?"
THE DOCTOR: "ah, but I'm not a red-nosed old sot with a dicky leg, now, am I?"
THE BOSS finally speaks up, moving to the front of the group, and consequently turning his back on the Doctor: "LISTEN UP! First one to shoot, one, they ain't gettin' their fuckin' share, an' two, they ain't comin' away without a bullet in the eye, YOU UNNERSTAND ME, COCKSUCKERS?!"
ROY : "Fuck it! He talks too good fer a 'lurk, we kin still find a buyer fer all that meat!"
BUTCH : "Hey fuck you man! I want my three grand caps!"
FITZ, quietly, almost to himself: "Two grand."
FITZ: "Two grand, it was two grand caps, and it was between us."
BUTCH, to THE BOSS: "...Two grand? Between us? I wouldn't whore my muddah fer two fuckin' grand caps, you fuckin' weasel!"
BUTCH and THE BOSS go for their guns. THE BOSS finds his first. Now it really is a shame that it jammed. Not the case with BUTCH. Now THE BOSS is no more.
ROY: "...well, now that's two grand between three."
There is a moment of loaded silence while the remaining boys make the calculations in their heads.
SOUND: ENFILLADE GUNFIRE.
Now those boys be nimble, those boys be quick. But safe to say only as quick as each other. Now everyone's got an equal share of holes in the skull.
THE DOCTOR, somewhat nonplussed. : "...I...I can't believe that worked..."
A scarlet corona of lights flood the stage.
THE DOCTOR: "Well, if it worked once..."
"I've got a little itch, just here." William smiled with half of his mouth to indicate the cheek with scratches. "Do you mind?" He said, slowly raising his hand to his face, the Captain didn't move, her face remained the same expressionless mask as it had done before. The plasma pistol stayed exactly where it was.
'Her hands aren't shaking at all, it's like somebody froze her, no distractions, no expressions, nothing. They train them well in the Enclave.' His hand now to his face, William scratched his cheek, sending the itch away. "Now then Captain, our interests may actually align. I still wish to get inside the Enclave base, you might be able to help me with that. While I'm there, I would be better placed to do something that might help your interests. Think about it, if you get me into that base I can help you. If I die in there there is nothing that can connect me to you so you lose nothing."
"I'm not telling you to let me go, but consider the benefits of letting me loose inside the Enclave base."
Dudley was walking towards the exit, hoping Evan would follow him. While Evan hoped that being considered good stock meant survival Dudley had a different idea. Just get out. This was a bad situation and it was time to say no. Dudley could hear Evan trying to catch up to him and expected to hear the sound of somebody else catching up to him.
The way out was just there, keep walking and maybe they won't stop you. You haven't been stopped yet, the exit is getting closer, just keep going and you'll make it.
Any second now they could be stopped......
An Undertaker's Business
The Friendly Neightborhood Undertaker, Shifty McGee, sighed for a moment as he leaned on his shovel, the last of the graves having been filled in with both flesh and dirt. However, the sight of so much business, marked by the markers of those he had laid to rest, did not fill him with much pride... it really didn't fill him with much of anything besides the feeling of waste.
Perhaps it was because none of the Brotherhood of Steel members left the safety of their Citadel to pay homage to their fallen that he felt that way. It was a sad thing indeed when the only person at a funeral was the Undertaker.
"My Lord Walt, take these souls in your arms and show them the way, beyond Space Mountain and Beyond Tomorrow Tomorrow land. Take them into thy comfort and show them that their bravery was not for naught." Tall, Suited and Well Groomed said in silent prayer as he started packing his tools away, the sounds of extra caps in his bag did little to comfort him.
Using a time honored technique to banish the darkness from his mind, the Undertaker of the East, breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, letting out the negative energies inside of him. Again and again and again he did this until he felt... calm... relaxed.
"Who am HELL am I kidding?!?" He muttered in frustration as he picked up a piece of vertiberd shrapnel and hurled it again the Citadel wall... again... and again... and again.
It wasn't until a familiar face was standing in front of him that the haze dissipated from his vision.
"It's you." Undertaker McGee said as he looked into the face of the Wee Gordo, now clad in Power Armor, that had been his short time cell mate.
"Nothing that you should be concerned about... FRIEND."
"Ah. I see. Well. Could you point me to where you buried Paladin Trelaine?"
Pause. Questioning look.
"Yes, sir. I believe she is resting over here." The Undertaker said, his voice now free of the stresses of the day as he showed the Paladin's friend where she was buried.
His task done, the Undertaker took a look back at the man and re-entered teh Citadel.