And things got weirder.
Usually he would have been surprised but with his newly detoxed body and uncanny welcome back to the land of the conscious he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all some kind of extended dream. Honestly that was probably the surest sign of sanity he had left, maybe people who'd lived in DC could meet a living military weapon and an abomination all in the same day and keep stride but Sully was a bit put off. In any case it was probably a very good thing that liberty had shown up when he did because Sully wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting that glowing slab of opaque flesh. Although on the plus the over sized beacon seemed fond of talking a trait that seems to have been lost on all the ghouls around Old Ohney. Channeling the personality of the Drill Sergeant that had been imprinted into the armour he turned to liberty Minor, "Time to do your duty soldier. I need you to relay messages between that creature and myself. Are you up to the challenge?!"
With a clang LM's metallic hand swept up to his head in eerie salute, "Yessir"
Without any further instruction LM trotted off towards the exuberant man and his Brahmin. Sitting a safe distance away from the corona of light pouring from the pair cringing internally as he heard LM introduce himself 'on behalf of America'. It seemed this unbridled patriotism wasn't an issue for the charismatic anomaly as Sully watched the two figures shake hands enthusiastically. With all danger but Rad poisoning gone from his mind he stood waiting patiently to see how LM would handle things.
Wayne watched as the man he nearly landed on rather
enthusiastically calmed the situation and even got the three
followers to lower their weapons. This guy was quite a smooth
talker in difficult situations by the look of it.
Maybe I should follow suit, at least the guys in this
'Nuka plant' might have some info on Gannon. It can't hurt to
'Ok, lead the way' He said rather submissively, placing his
rifle over his shoulder by the strap 'And so you know Happy,
I'm looking for a missing friend, and I think the Enclave are
He turned and followed Happy to the building, the three
strangers muttering amongst themselves with only the whirring
of the Robobrain's wheels adding any kind of background
As they drew closer Wayne held his hands out slightly,
hoping the people on the roof would see this gesture and not
think him hostile, he glanced to the man, hoping by now he
had noticed the two on the roof, and watched for anyone
coming to the door to greet them. It was only at when they
were a mere few feet away from the main entrance that he
noticed a strange looking carcass half hidden behind an old
truck. It looked like a mirelurk but it had a strange blue
tint to it also...
Perfect, it seems they might have some kind of
infestation, this could be a good bargaining tool to get some
info outta these folk
Nobody is willing to give anything up for free these days,
and as an abomination hunter, Wayne was well suited to
removing 'pests' for settlers, or business people, at a
fairly reasonable price. He fixed his gaze back on the door
and patiently waited for somebody to do something.
Barry was now incredibly frustrated. How was he going to make this man understand him? He looked around for a moment. He then realised what he had to do. He flopped off of the motorcycle onto the ground landing on his shoulder. He spasticly span on his side in the style of Curly from the 3 stooges to get in to the position he needed. He scooted sideways across the ground forcing his knuckle into the dirt. After a bit of this he managed to spell out, "Free my mouth!" across the ground hoping the undertaker would read it and assist him. This caused considerable pain because he unfortunately flopped on his damaged arm so there was a few muffled screams while he spelled out the words. And several muffled screams after.
'And so you know Happy, I'm looking for a missing friend, and I think the Enclave are involved'
Stanley scratched his head as they walked. Or, rather, while he and the other three walked, and pretty-eyes limped along, followed by his robot buddy.
"Happy? Me? Never." He laughed. "The Enclave, huh? There's some scary stories about those guys. I'm glad I've never run into them. I count myself lucky. And yet here you are, hunting them down." Stanley shook his head, then grinned widely. "Weeeelll... If this doesn't take too long for your tastes, I could see about helping you out? I'm always looking for more adventures, and that does sound like an adventure to me."
They approached the door- Stanley still having yet to notice anyone on top of the plant- and Stanley pulled up short in front of the door.
"Alright! I think introductions are in order before we go in. I'm Stanley Jessupt. Who are you guys?"
Jackson began got to the door before turning around, to check on his eerily quiet partner of three weeks. He was... Staring? No, that implies something working upstairs. He was looking blankly ahead, Jackson thought he could even see some drool strands slipping from his lips. Jackson quietly pulled out his knife, just in time for Forests charge, growling like any number of ferals in the metros. Jackson tried to raise his knife, but the older ghoul was much faster than he expected, and he tackled Jackson to the ground.
Jackson couldn't decide between protecting himself or stabbing his aggressor, so he tried a half-assed combination of the two, successfully stabbing his ex-friends hands and leaving a cut on his temple. Unfortunately, Jackson lost some more skin patches to Forests clawing fists. Jackson still managed to push him off, and the creature that was once his friend ran off, into the direction the dull, familiar ache in Jacksons forehead told him too as well.
Jackson sighed, getting himself up and brushing the dirt off of himself.
"This, THIS is why I don't take on partners. Shit." Jackson looked around, noticing something on the ground. He bent over and picked it up.
"Well, it'll sell well, probably." Jackson muttered, examining the Guass Rifle. He put it in the jeeps front seat. He stretched, and hopped into the back of the jeep, putting his newspaper/blanket over him.
Lucy gave Marlon one final pat on the back, to which she received a pat on the ass by Frank.
Under normal circumstances, she would have gotten a little pissed off, but today had been such an emotional roller-coaster that all she could was softly snort with laughter before yelling after him "You're such a gentleman, Frank!"
Her smile faded rather quickly, she said her goodbye's and added another apology to her outburst before heading out ot the courtyard.
The base was a hive of activity, knights readying weapons, suiting up their power armor and scribes following orders.
Lucy stopped by the Med-Wing, laid her hand on Vikki's "I don't know what the hell will happen, V, but I'm scared."
The Brotherhood had brought in Vikki's equipment, she took a few clips that she had bought for her previously at Megaton, shoved it in her backpack and clipped the 10mm SMG to her holster.
"I'm going to need you with me somehow. Love you, Vikki." Lucy laid her own combat knife along Vikki's equipment for when she woke up. The name "Vikki" was crudely scratched into it.
So she had 4 stimpacks, a 10mm SMG and a Gauss Rifle. Plus she had plenty of ammo to boot. If ever there was a point where she was ready, it was now.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she tried to clear her head of her father, the Enclave, focused on Frank, Marlon and the battle ahead.
Stepping into the courtyard, busy as hell, she found her way to Frank and looked upon the three recent editions to his equipment. "Fraaaank? Mind telling me what you got planned there buddy?"
Lucy started to consider calling for a Brotherhood psychologist...
Wayne couldn't believe his ears, the man was offering to help him after nearly being crushed under a Vertibird and almost getting into a Mexican stand-off. He introduced himself as well, Stanley Jessupt. Something about Stan really pissed him off, but also intrigued him, he was so much like Arcade, then again, he could have some hidden agenda. Best not to jump to any conclusions just yet
Wayne limped over to his Robobrain and pulled down the seat on front, taking a seat to take the weight off his leg, he pulled out a cigarette and a match, striking the match against his rough beard and lighting up. 'Wayne' he replied. 'And for what it's worth, it might be that my friend volunteered, these guys can't be that bad can they?' He pondered his last statement, he hadn't really met any Enclave before, all he knew where shadows of rumours, and what little Arcade touched upon.
'So Stan, I take it your some kind of courier, if this job ain't taking long that is...'
Stanley stared as the man- Stan would never understood how he did it, but he did- lit a match against his beard. He shook his head, deciding to ask later.
'Wayne. And for what it's worth, it might be that my friend volunteered, these guys can't be that bad can they?' the man with the pretty eyes- Wayne, apparently- said, propping his leg up in his robot pal.
"Oh, I wouldn't know. I've never met any. I've just heard some stories." Stanley shrugged. "Not any nice stories, but I guess there's not a whole lot of niceness in the wasteland." Stanley frowned thoughtfully for a moment, before perking back up, almost immediately.
'So Stan, I take it your some kind of courier, if this job ain't taking long that is...' the man said, obviously looking to take Stan up on his offer.
"I have no idea how long it'll take." he grinned widely. "Some fancy-pants ghoul gave me a bunch of caps to come out here. I didn't listen to most of what he said, to be honest. I was staring at his suit." He shrugged again, here, and turned to the plant, studying it. They were still a ways away, but something told him they hadn't gone unnoticed. He simply stood and waited for something to happen.
Barry was prepared to tell him that he wasn't a mummy and had no intention of being burried anytime soon. But he didn't. He didn't want to be alone again. He was randomly brushed off by the Enclave and the dream he had made him feel lonely and he wasn't entirely sure why considering that he didn't believe that the dream had any basis in fact. Barry was going to lead this guy on. It hurt him to do it, but he just couldn't take the chance that this man would pack up and leave. The part that confused Barry the most was that he didn't even know the first thing about this guy aside from him obviously being an undertaker of some sort. But in the end Barry decided to play along, "I'm Barry Allen and..." At this point he realised that he didn't know how old he was. He fished through he memories trying to order them chronologically but he couldn't manage to put together more than the last few months. The rest was a fairly blury collection of battles against nefarious villians and saving people. And what days was today anyway? "I honestly can't remember the answers to the rest of your questions. I must be having sun stroke or something. I just can't remember. I'm sorry."
"I have tales to tell. Tales that end here, where more tales begin. Ugh, what does that even mean? I...uh."
"The hours grow more desperate, I have not been able to concentrate on sleep or finding water, not while Udders is beneath some scoundrel's hand and...and not mine. I have grown emaciated, and madnesses gnaw at my temples. Perhaps if I recount my journey here, in the succeeding days I will have the means to trace it again, and somehow rebuild myself, when all is doubtless crumbled and shattered. The face of hope appears more grim to me now than any deaths or diseases, for it means continuation of these...conditions; just Sisyphus, Prometheus...and a Walrus."
"I defied reason in believing that I could somehow follow and find whomever it as that led her away, and even then, there are thousands of brahmin out here, checked and unchecked, and I am not even fully aware of the extent of the world. There isn't even any method of deduction that can prove that she wasn't predated on the...no. No. No. No. No No No No."
"uhh...I had...I had finally managed to separate myself from that drunken loon. His, his fault, it is he that broke my doctor's oath, not me. Not me. It was simple enough, without Udders I traverse the earth with great difficulty; my belly's all cut up, and...y-yes; I simply couldn't keep up with him, and that unexplained compulsion to protect him subsided. He's just an old fool, and there are more than enough of those already, what would the loss of one of them mean? What would any loss mean to me? Nothing, now. Except for her."
"So realising this, in my desperation, I took to the only thing I could think of, a thorough, methodical search. Of the whole blasted city. But...I knew I wouldn't last long enough out there to carry it all out, that hunger, thirst, the sun or the rads would sweep down and gently slit my throat once I came upon the boundary of some clue or some hope. I couldn't rest, do you understand? I've read the WSG, I know that...that you have to keep moving, the devils can only be stymied by constant relocation, they must be at your back to stay alive, that way they're only ever where you once were, not where you are."
"I had to shelter beneath an underpass, when the sun reached it's painful, concentrated apex; but self-preservation would then prove my sudden undoing. I heard it before I felt it. Just another whisper of shifting dust or a rifle-shot somewhere beyond the canyons of architecture, or something burbling up from somewhere subterranean; reduced to a gentle, hushed burst of air. But then the trap-jaws struck, with all the cruelty and sinister efficiency of surgical tools. I howled from the shock of the thing snapping at me, I convulsed and contorted but I had not the hands to pry the damn thing apart; but...God damn if I didn't try. Exhausted and bleeding, I collapsed in a cloud of brick-dust and dry earth, my curses reduced in their volume but heightened in their severity; oh I cursed everything I could find, the sun, the earth and their gods, the trap and the vagabonds that laid it, Abe, the Surgeon, myself, Ud-...damn."
"I made sure to fall so as my vision remained upright. Curiosity decided, in that moment, that I would stare death quite literally in the face. Men came, and women too, ragged and bony, all patchy hair, jaundiced skin and sagging hide coverings. One asked what I was, oh if I could have told him! But what would I say? 'Keyser Soze'? 'Ozymandias'? 'the Vault Dweller'? "
"Hell if I know, who gives a fuck, right? It's meaty, ain't it?"
"'Don't be eating what you don't know what it is' another said, in a clumsy manner, 'That's what the guide says, you all read it'. They left soon after, they didn't even touch the trap, the heartless fiends. I admit that I played dead, and perhaps I wished it too; it's easier to be dead than alive, out here. What a world..."
"Another group came, while I was still aware of my surroundings; the pain of the trap teeth had grown dull and predictable, but still it lay there like a tumour, I had not the will to howl anymore, after all, I can't plead with brute machines. This gathering was much the same in their appearance, the same haggard visages, with both cruelty and desperation upon their faces. These ones had marked themselves, a black 'X' slathered across their heads in some kind of paint; I wouldn't rule out it being caustic, or horrid brands, the elder one's skin told tales that didn't bear hearing. The same debate about the most efficient method for eating me, I cared little for self-preservation at this point, but the prospect of leaving Udders out there - if she was out there - prevented me from drawing any morbid catharsis from their talk. The elder drew a long, serrated blade from a sheath on his hip; I could see the thing's teeth clearly, even with my clouding senses, the thing would penetrate smoothly, but be drawn out like a ratchet. I was not sickened. Only waiting."
"Fortune intervened, however, and they took to their heels at the sounding of a series of dull, thudding noises from further away. It was now that my senses slipped further away; sensitivity was fighting a losing battle up my spine, and my vision was blurred, my hearing remained, but voices and sounds echoed and pulsed through my brain painfully. Now a third ground approached; thankfully, they did not speak, at least, no utterance that I could interpret. Their skin was...different. The sun still occupied it's peak, and the rays reared up about them, shooting off piercing glares; I couldn't see their faces. This was a mercy. One of their number crouched over me, and rummaged in the pockets of my coat. I saw no face, even at these quarters; some weird geometry of physiognomy, one elongated eye of deep black, and a hissing circular snout, and nothing there twitched or convulsed. It was uncomfortably calming. Though their speech was masked by my failing senses, I managed to discern a few words in the sea of static, '..waste...ammunition...heads...'
"Time passed, and I lay. I thought of nothing."
"Now a fourth group approached. It was inevitable."
"'Fishy...Fishy done been kitched one too many times, huh. Well, don't you worry none, Tiger, Abe's gon' share his reserve with yis. Now don't you go fergettin', now Abe done you a favour...'"
"No, Abe, no, don't you come near me with that stuff...don't...you son of a...you..."
"We have resumed the search."
Of course, you have to wonder how it is that a man like Dan could have pulled off the helmet of a soldier whose powersuit was hermetically-sealed, but then this was also the mountain of a man who was challenging a whole load of said soldiers with a FRICKING HAMMER...so perhaps it was possible, after all. Honestly, it was quite impressive how he was acquitting himself, so much so that David lit up a cigarette to watch. However, it was over already when two of the soldiers had him from behind after he single-handedly demolished Scotty's two Sentry-Bots and knocked out a soldier that had shot him in the back. They had gotten him to stop fighting, and then brained him before he could deliver a corny line. This, however, got under Mr. Scott's skin. He stood up from his work, went over to the soldiers, and swatted them both in the head.
FalloutScott: I wanted to have a word wi' him! How's he going to tell us who sent 'im now?!
Soldier: Oh, uhhh...oops.
He received the swing of an Uber-Sledge that sent him careening across town!
FalloutScott: We treat people with hammers better where I'm from!
FalloutDavid: Where exactly IS that?
FalloutScott: Mind yer business! An' help me move this character.
Time passed, and Dan was painstakingly shifted from his current location to...here, outside of town, while he was out cold and unaware. When he came to, there was a Vertibird nearby and he was wrist-tied, sitting on the ground. Before him stood the un-armored FalloutDavid. The rest were nowhere in sight. Behind him, Vertibird propellers were revving up as he held out a leather pouch jingling with caps...
FalloutDavid: Now, this is all the money Niska gave us in advanced. You bring it back to him, tell 'im the job didn't work out. Now, we don't want anymore assassins comin' after us. You explain that to him. That's best for everyone involved, okay?
WHAT?! But that's- Wait- Who- What in the hell is going on?!?!?!!
Situations involving the three and their ride through the Capital Wastelands were mostly uneventful for the most part, but after the tale of the men in armor searching people and their possessions, they came upon a different fellow. He was a haggard merchant who was more than a little jumpy. Evan slid some caps his way for a couple of things to get his mind set to talking and the boy spilled what he knew.
Merchant: So yeah, it's like the man said on GNR. It was raining last night, even storming! You boys seemed to miss it, I'm guessing, but I swear to you it was doing so, and get this! It was PURE WATER, no toxicity! I'd have bottled and sold it if I dared to, only...
Evan: Only what?
Merchant: The ghouls around here have been acting strange, more and more of 'em getting kinda' loopy in the head, even the ferals. Last night, I saw a bunch of 'em just standing in the rain, ferals and lucids alike, and...I...what I saw...
Evan: What was it? What did they do?
Merchant: They didn't do anything... IT did.
Evan only stared at him at this point. He wasn't making much sense, even to an educated man.
Merchant: Sorry, sorry... Just, it was empty space in the middle of 'em, and then it was there...just for a second! There and gone again, with a long robe on and a stink of the sea. Thought it might've been one of them Hubologists from backk West, but I didn't think so... You boys be careful 'round here, okay?
There had been something up with the ghouls around here for a while now, but this...was something more concrete, even if it WAS kind of insane.
"...it is good thing, that your redness is merely a coincidence. We must confound the Commies at every turn!"
Liberty Minor appeared to be doing well on his first diplomatic mission that didn't involve stuff exploding. The Red Guy with the brahmin appeared to be drawn to the wandering ghoul-march, but his attention was fixed enough with those glowing whites to speak...sort of.
LM: My current CO wishes to know your intentions in this area. Do you have anything to share on this matter?
"I was...once a maaannn... Once a leader...of meeennn..."
LM: I see. What army was it?
He did a search on this, and turned up...TERRORISM!! LM took a fighting stance!
LM: You are hereby ordered to stand down all combat capabilities! You have 15 seconds to comply!
"The war...is over..."
The robot stopped.
"The war...the war...the terrible war..."
He looked directly at the robot now.
"We are all redundant parrrtsss... Yet...we ssstill keep going...going...to the end..."
LM: The war...is over?
No, don't listen to him! It's a communist trick! General Ripper told me so!
Forest hadn't been EXACTLY going feral. Something had been odd in this. Yes, he did growl, but he also shouted that the Ancient Ones were claiming the sky or some bollucks like that. In short, he wasn't just feral-ing himself. He was also a nutter. And when he ran off, he began to speak in tongues. That done, he decided to go get some sleep...in the jeep. Fair enough. Time passed...and there was neither any known activity from the building-that-was-actually-a-robot nor the buildings to the south that had been...odd. However, and most-unexpectedly...it began to rain. It was lightly at first, then more potent, and...hers's the kicker...this water wasn't even toxic. Pure water. Pure water gurgling over a thirsty land that needed- Waaaiiit a minute... That's not the sound water makes over dry land. And if Jackson were to look around the jeep, he would find that there was a figure in a long and wet cloak, making said gurgle-noise about ten feet away...
For the record, the Enclave had been watching the situation with Barry ever since Bob left. Needless to say, they were in the aisles with laughter over this one. #83 wanted to transform their records of this guy into a full motion picture simply titled "BARRY!". Since they were secure in a diner somewhere around the DC Ruins, not much was happening around them beyond the wheeze of a flying Eyebot and also some distant explosions... Wait, explosions? Explosions meant trouble! Trouble meant villains! Villains meant A CRY FOR JUSTICE! THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR THE FLASH!
Wearing a bandolier of mini-nukes IS a stupid idea, hence why giant super mutants were doing it, but it also had a kind of intimidating merit as well. It said OH SO MUCH about the people involved. They were insane. They were tossing around anti-personal nukes at opposition on the way to their target, nukes whose rads were immediately healing them of any wounds suffered by the BoS members that were trying to handle the Behemoths on the way to the citadel. It was all intimidating because...while it WAS insane and kind of stupid...the bastards got right in your face and you couldn't risk their large arsenal going off with you right beside it unless you felt keen on dying. This may be why the leader had that giant horse. He could keep ahead of the other two easily. And with that animal and his hammer, he was actually collapsing some of the buildings. True, this was all rundown territory, but it happened.
Meanwhile, preparing for their arrival... Sarah had indeed gone with Frank's plan. It was crazy, but it could also work and save alot of manpower. She ordered them to give Frank what he needed, though his sister wasn't back yet. She also ordered him to bring that bird back in one piece or she was going to make him put it back together with his bare TEETH. Just reminding ole' Frank who was in charge and NOT to call her 'Sugar-Tits' on official business. Marlon would be pulled to defend the walls at one of the key defense points while Lucy apparently wanted to go with Frank on the vertibird. And then, all was quiet until...
...THEY ARRIVED! A hand, no two hands, reached up on a couple of buildings as the two nuking Behemoths climbed up on top, the two of them standing there as a dilapidated building collapsed between them to reveail the Behemoth Onna Horse. They began to pull out makeshift slings - the use of which would allow them to attack the Citadel like a pair of self-loading trebuchets - and got to work launching! The Nightmare padded the ground noisely.
"ONWARD, OLD SPICE! TODAY, THE CAPITAL... TOMORROW, THE WORLD!!!"
Onward came the mutant knight upon his irradiated stead, and so began the seige of BoS central...
And back at the Nuka Cola Factory...
Well, let's take this conversation step-by-step, shall we? Everyone's a might bit jumpy and the only real cool head around here has a sniper and a bunch of paid guards watching their every move. So, from the top...
'Listen guys, my new friend here wants to know why you guys were following him at a distance, one of you looking for a date or something?'
Twig: Eh heh heh...very funny. No, we have a job at the factory to get to. You know...real work?
Ben: If you can call what his addiction-feeding as work.
Twig: That's a fringe benefit!
"So you three are headed to the Nuka plant? Neat! So are we! Er... I am. I don't know about my friend here. He's chasing ghosts, I think. Dangerous ghosts, even more. Anyways. It's decided, then. You four put away your weapons, and we all go to the-"
There was a pause as several people were looing up at a something-or-other up by the plant. The first was Wayne, the second was Stan, and the third was Scar, who made a show of slinging her laser rifle.
Scar: We're putting guns down now.
Ben: We are?
She nodded towards the observing pair and in fact the approaching guards.
Scar: We are.
Ben: Oh, I see.
Ben lowered his rifle and Twig had a moment of cluelessness about him before Scar pointed it out blatently and he got it, lowering his gun as well.
"Erm. Anyways. We all go to the plant together, and go our separate ways from there. How's that sound? Good. Settled then. Off we go!"
They got maybe ten feet before their escort bade them to follow them into the building.
'Ok, lead the way. so you know Happy, I'm looking for a missing friend, and I think the Enclave are involved.'
Conversations between Stan and Wayne continued as they were taken inside the building, where Estabahn's man, Mick, was coming down stairs to handle things personally as a young man with black hair, his own sniper rifle, and sunglasses stepped out of a room.
Mick: Niko, take over up top. The boss-man told me to handle this.
Niko: You got it.
The young sniper headed up the way Mick just came down as the second-in-command clapped and rubbed his hands together.
Mick: Okay... Mr. Twig, Mr. Ben, and Miss Scar - I am to give you some instruction on the workplace before you start your jobs here. Mr. Stan, the boss-man will want to see you in his office. And...
He stopped at the man riding the robo-brain with a confused look.
Mick: What the fuck, mate? A thousand ways to get across the waste and you took the slow boat to China? Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know that you don't buy at the source, but at the market?
This was gonna be a looong day...
"What the fuck, mate? A thousand ways to get across the waste and you took the slow boat to China? Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know that you don't buy at the source, but at the market?" the man- evidently some sort of commander, judging by his ordering men around and incessant swearing- said to Wayne.
"Oi, he's a new friend. Whatever the job, he stays with me. I talk, he shoots things. He's very good at shooting things. Just look at him." Stanley said, bending the truth a bit. Certainly, Stan had decided they were friends and would work together. Wayne had yet to be informed of this development, however.
"Wayne, would you mind waiting here? Fancy-pants probably would not like both of us barging in. Especially not with you bristling weapons and oozing murder." He laughed. "Now, where's your boss?" he said, turning back to the commander. "I want to get started. Never much cared for this part of D.C. Sooner I get done, sooner we get to wander off to hunt shadows and ghosts."
Barry gave a sigh of relief towards the undertaker. He wasn't going to be alone again. Suddenly he heard a series of explosions in the distance. He was filled with excitement "I hear danger. PEOPLE TO SAVE! Villians TO VANQUISH! Come Undertaker we have hero stuff to do!" He ran towards the explosions. Or atleast thats what he tried to do. He fell slamming his face full force into the ground chipping a tooth. In the excitement he forgot that most of his body was still wrapped up and covered in splints. He spat out blood across the ground infront of him before saying, "Hey... can you cut me out of this?" Then he said looking at his now blood stained bandages, "Except for the left arm. That thing is barely in one piece. Fought some giant eels that came off of a massive mutant thing. Anyway, please hurry there are people in danger."
Groggy Jackson looked around confused, and slightly frustrated from his naps interruption, before noticing the silhouette of a man who either had rabies or was using an absurd amount of mouth wash. Then again no one gave a shit about their breath anymore... Jackson shook his head, raising his rifle slowly, aiming for the mans head. Jackson rolled down the window, and said most eloquently,
"Who the fuck're you?" He spoke loudly enough for the man who refused to swallow to hear, but not quite a yell. Didn't want to piss off Building-O-Tron 5000 (Now with more painful death). Jackson kept switching between staring at the man who didn't quite like what he was tasting, but didn't hate it enough to spit it out, and the lovechild of Liberty Prime and the Empire State building, using the window to prop his gun up.
"Fraaaank? Mind telling me what you got planned there buddy?"
"All good things in time."
The Vertibird touched down in front of them, and a familiar voice came from inside.
"Well, if it ain't Rosie the Riveter! What's'a'matta, all the easy living in Rivet city get dull?"
That was most certainly Paladin Gilford piloting, as Frank had requested.
Frank hopped in the Vertibird, and helped Lucy in.
"Look Annie, I know you're bitter about being dead below the waist, hence why you fly this thing instead of walking like the rest of us, but no need to take it out on me." Frank turned to Lucy. "I suppose introductions are in order. This is Paladin Andrew Gilford. We've been pals since we were little. He may be a jackass, but he's my jackass."
"Funny, I'd describe you the exact same way Frank. So what's the plan, because I don't like going up against those things without a plan!"
Frank motioned to his packages.
"Ah, so we're going with the craziest plan, good to see you haven't changed since you had your breakdown. I'm surprised you stuck with this whole never take off your armor insanity, considering how nuts you get when you don't sex something or jack off."
The Vertibird took off.
"Actually, I factored that in when modifying this armor to be lived in. My "Laser Rifle" is kept in a lubricated sleeve, that handles things periodically. ...Speaking of which, when was the last time you got someone to service your weapon?"
Just like old times.
A Vertibird. Was this just a sick joke from the Enclave? Guess the standard issue black power armor will have to wait.
With the help of Frank, Lucy climbed into the Vertibird and took a seat among Frank's things.
This is Paladin Andrew Gilford. We've been pals since we were little. He may be a jackass, but he's my jackass."
"Lucy Black, it's a pleasure, Paladin Gilford." She gave the pilot a cute salute and a smile.
After listening in on their little exchange, Lucy wanted to be included and chimed in sheepishly "Frank and I have known each other for a few days now and, uhh, he may be a badass, but he's my badass...?" she stopped herself from causing further personal embarrassment.
She took this opportunity to let her hair loose. It seemed more dramatic with all the wind swishing about as she mused to herself. Snapping back to reality, she had just heard about Frank's suit modifications.
Never before has the palm of her hand hit her face so hard. She proceeded to groan "Uggghhhh, men! I miss Vikki."
She cleared her throat rather loudly, but she still couldn't hide the smirk on her face "Tactics, gentleman, let's focus on the tactics of our current situation!".
Lucy turned to Frank. "Now I'm itching to snipe those mini-nukes and just generally make stuff go boom, and no it isn't a symbolic representation of my hidden desires related to climaxing...although it has been awhile...I'm wondering about the radiation left over when the bombs start flying, you guys got power armor, I'm a little more squishy."
She paused for a moment and a mischievous grin formed "Either way, I really need to wreak some havoc." and with this she extended her fist for a fist-bump.
What the fuck, mate? A thousand ways to get across the waste and you took the slow boat to China? Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know that you don't buy at the source, but at the market?
"That how you treat all your visitors? And there I was thinking you needed some help with something, like say a mirelurk problem" he said, nodding toward the carcass in the parking lot. Standing up to talk to the guy ace to face, and as a show of defiance against his disability he walked up to the man. "Truth is I'm here with my buddy Stan, y'know, keeping the guy from harm?"
Wayne, would you mind waiting here? Fancy-pants probably would not like both of us barging in. Especially not with you bristling weapons and oozing murder
A long held back laugh cracked from Wayne, he had spent so much time creating this tough guy facade he never got to meet anybody who would mock it.
"Sure thing Mr Stan" he replied, hoping to make a game of mocking the guard and his militaristic persona.
Wayne watched as the man led Stan away, with the 3 musketeers in tow, leaving him stood with another guard who had appeared as Leutenant Bossy left the room.
Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he pulled it from his mouth and flicked it at the guards feet, looking him right in the eye, as if the stare was enough to stop the man from breathing. "And just what the f**k are you looking at?" Causing the man to gasp in fear, a bead of sweat now running down his temple.
Wayne turned away and sat back on his Robo-Seat, fishing out another cigarette and waiting for Stanley to wrap up his business with 'Fancy-pants'
"Frank and I have known each other for a few days now and, uhh, he may be a badass, but he's my badass...?"
"It's good to know you care."
"Uggghhhh, men! I miss Vikki."
"Hey, you'd go insane if you didn't have a means of dealing with that for a whole year. It seemed like the practical solution."
"Tactics, gentleman, let's focus on the tactics of our current situation!".
"Don't worry, I've got it all figured out."
Frank opened the first two packages, revealing some odd-looking grenades.
"These beauties here, release a lot of really slippery liquid, we're going to drop them between the behemoth's and the Citadel. It'll be like that pre-war movie, Home Alone."
Frank handed Lucy one of the boxes, and threw a grenade from his box out his side.
"Now I'm itching to snipe those mini-nukes and just generally make stuff go boom, and no it isn't a symbolic representation of my hidden desires related to climaxing...although it has been awhile...I'm wondering about the radiation left over when the bombs start flying, you guys got power armor, I'm a little more squishy."
Frank threw one of the grenades out the side.
"The radiation shouldn't reach us at this height, and Andy is a good enough pilot that he should be able to dodge any mini-nukes that come at us. Besides, there's plenty of rad-away back at the Citadel. And if it's been that long, screw Andy when we get back."
"I certainly wouldn't mind!"
Burt: We should be secure here, thanks to the foundation, and they may even move on with the herd to keep taking their numbers, but...and this is the big but...I think for the good of the people in this world, we should take them out before they do some serious harm.
Well, this did present quite a problem. This job was suppose to be simple. But roadblocks tend to pop up from time to time. Nothing to do then but roll with the punches. There were two solutions here. Try to outrun those things and move on, or wipe them out then and there.
Going around was risky. It presented too many unknowns. It was likely best to nip this one in the bud so she could move at her lesuire.
"Hmm. Alright then my man. You got a plain against these things or what? I'm don't need to be going off half cocked" She looked back out the building and watched for the serpentine creatures to show themselves again. Humans, she could handle. But things like these got messy.
Lucy was handed one of the boxes containing grenades she had never seen before, she followed Frank's example and threw one out her end of the Vertibird. She could see just enough as they ascended higher, the grenade made a small pop and spurted a surprisingly large amount of liquid considering it's size.
"Thank the Brotherhood for compression, right?" Lucy continued "Good idea, this should screw up that horse's movement and the behemoth's...they aren't exactly known for their grace."
Lucy took aim and threw another grenade further, tying to create a good dispersion pattern on the ground "The liquid, is it flammable, toxic or is it just slippery? Because if it's flammable..." she turned to Frank with a sadistic smile that should not be joyful.
She continued with her task, getting used to the swaying of the Vertibird, she was surprised at how well she was handling it, considering that she had never been on one. "You mean you and I aren't going on the ground? That's why I asked about the radiation...I'm out by the way."
She motioned to her empty box, closed it and tucked it under the seat.
She addressed Frank with a few questions since she couldn't stay quiet for too long "Where's Marlon stationed, is he going to become a frequent guest of ours?" she made her apologies to Marlon earlier, it wasn't perfect, but she didn't feel guilty about that at least.
She genuinely wanted to know, but this was deliberate.
"Did you hear what happened to Vikki?"
She started to find the slight swaying of the Vertibird slightly comforting to which she continued her final question.
"The Elder, my little tantrum is going to put me on the naughty list is it?"
Turns out Lucy was feeling rather nervous and the anger started to bubble under the surface when she was left to her thoughts.
"One last thing...What the Elder said about my Dad being associated with you guys, did you know?
"The liquid, is it flammable, toxic or is it just slippery? Because if it's flammable..."
"Sad to say, it's just slippery. It was developed pre-war for non-violent crowd-control purposes. Unless you count smelling awful in a wasteland where most things smell awful anyway as a special property, it has none. It also dissolves after a few hours of exposure to oxygen. Still smells terrible for a few days though."
Frank threw his last slick grenade, and tossed the box out the side.
"You mean you and I aren't going on the ground? That's why I asked about the radiation...I'm out by the way."
"The plan is for you to snipe the nukes from up here, but I'm going to ground."
"What he fails to mention, is he's going to ground the crazy way. We're not landing. That's what the third package is for. Power armor is too heavy to work with regular parachutes. We're going to do a maneuver we call the "Damocles run", it's clearly the work of a madman."
"Where's Marlon stationed, is he going to become a frequent guest of ours?"
Frank opened the third package.
"Did you hear what happened to Vikki?"
Frank took something out of the package.
"The Elder, my little tantrum is going to put me on the naughty list is it?"
"Probably, but don't worry; I live on her naughty list. I had to be "Punished" a few times, but I enjoyed it nonetheless."
Frank clipped the contents of the package onto his armor.
"One last thing...What the Elder said about my Dad being associated with you guys, did you know?
"I didn't, I would have told you if I did."
Frank leaned out the hatch.
"Now if there aren't anymore questions, I've got work to do."
They were over the Behemoth on the horse now. Frank jumped out the side.
Lucy rushed over to Frank's side of the Vertibird and shouted to him "Kick some ass! And bring me back something shiny!"
"Knowing Franky, he'll haul back the entire behemoth, keep the Knightmare and give it you as a damn pony."
"Now I really want a pony for some reason." Lucy muttered in agreement.
Lucy sat down, fastened her seat-belt tightly so she had a relatively more stable firing position and spoke to Paladin Gilford to ease the tension "It's just you and me now, Mr Pilot. Keep this thing steady and you're getting a big hug from me!"
"Do I, err, get a bonus if I fly really well?...Because piloting is not the only thing I'm good at, you know! I've got this Bobblehead collection back at the citadel!"
Lucy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and chuckle slightly "My dear sir, are you perhaps trying to court a respectable lady of the community, such as myself, with your Bobbleheads?"
The paladin cleared his throat and muttered something about focusing for the moment, apparently Lucy had gotten him slightly flustered. Cute.
She proceeded to prime her rifle and scouted the area through her scope. They were circling over the Behemoth on the horse, huge mutant, huge horse with a huge weapon, compensation much?
"Come on, come on, where are you..." she followed the trajectory of two mini-nukes to two other behemoths, apparently they hadn't gotten very good at throwing them just yet, so they were way off target of hitting anything. Still a formiddable sight though.
"Alright, taking the shot!" Lucy honed in on the bandoleer on the mutant closest to her, just as she pulled the trigger, the Vertibird swerved as they descended and curved around to face more of the battlefield, sending her shot flying into god-knows-where.
"Shit! Keep this goddamn thingy steady and I'll even throw in a kiss when this is all over!" Her lady facade had not lasted long as she reloaded. "I've never been on a Vertibird before." she admitted sheepishly, going slightly pink.
"I'll protect you little missy, unlike Franky, I have a more delicate touch. Not a womanly touch, not that there's anything wrong with a woman's touch, I'm sure you have a great touch...-"
Lucy couldn't help but turn to the pilot in utter bewilderment.
"-...I'm referring to the way you handle your Gauss Rifle! Good form and posture and -...So, err, cute girl, big gun...I can show you my gatling gun when we get back, it -"
"Gilford. SHHH! I'll admire your bobbleheads and your gatling gun as long as you want, but I need you to concentrate and let me focus." she paused and blushed "That wasn't innuendo or anything! I'll throw in an extra kiss if you don't comment."
He didn't comment.
Alright, Lucy refocused on the bandoleer containing the mini-nukes and fired a shot instinctively. Unfortunately, she failed to take into account wind velocity and direction, so her bolt veered off slightly lower and to the left and nailed the behemoth in the knee which caused it to stagger, trip and roar in surprise.
"Holy crapola, somebody get me a Nuka-Cola! Frank gave my rifle some oomph!" Despite missing her intended target, she squeeled with girlish joy as she did some damage.
This gave her a good opening.
"Nice shot, Miss Black!"
"I missed though, keep us steady like this, I just need to adjust my aim a little off center, up and to the right and I'll hit the mini-nukes strapped to it's chest."
That was the theory at least, Lucy was all lined up for her next shot, she was about 70-80% sure she had this next one right.
"Hold thumbs for me, Gilford!"
She pulled the trigger and hoped for the best. She watched as her magnetically-propelled slug flew towards her target.
Frank was falling from a very high point, while listening to some obnoxiously catchy music.
This falling gave Frank time to ponder the lyrics. "If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by"? What is that supposed to mean? Does it mean that if gravity were to go screwy, time would also go screwy? Damn that catchy piano riff!
Frank pulled a cord on the object attached to his belt.
A series of balloons engulfed Frank, as he braced for impact with the ground.
Frank bounced upwards, towards the mutant cavalier, pulling again on the cord for the balloons to detach, and turning on his jets to fly towards the mutant's head.
With the haggard man continuing on the way they had come, William, Dudley and Evan discussed what he had said.
"It looks like I misheard that radio broadcast, I thought it was saying the rain was toxic." Evan Ramsey said, taking a notebook out of his pocket and scribbling in it, "What does truly pure water do to ghouls? I wonder if we could collect this rainwater and distribute it. Oh my the possibilities, or perhaps we could sell it like Bigsley always suggested?"
Dudley stepped forward and put his hand on Evan's shoulder, "Pipe down little man, I know you Brotherhood types get excited over this stuff but don't forget we got a job to do. We can't have distractions the place we're going."
William once again mounted his bike, "Dudley is right, as interesting as you may find this there is an infinitely more pressing matter. Enclave first, then rain and ghouls."
The trio continued along the road until they came close to their destination. Evan motioned for the other two to pull over to the side of the road, "We stop here, my pip-boy says."
The location they were in was a ditch on the side of the road that led down to a rocky outcrop. Evan then grabbed William's bike and dragged it down to the bottom of the ditch. It was dark and shadowy down here and little light made it through. Built into the ground on the rocky outcrop was a large metal trapdoor. Evan made his way over to it and attempted to open it, after a slight struggle William and Dudley stepped in to help lift the door open. A blast of hot air hit them in the face as they looked down through the opening. There was a rung ladder built into the wall that led into a dimly lit concrete passageway. Evan looked triumphant, "It's here, this is where they marked it and it exists!"
"What exists? What are you talking about?" Said William.
"A secret way in! Long ago the pre-war american government used this place to store all of their gold. They had a secret tunnel out of the vault in case anyone got stuck in there by accident. But there were more that were built that can get into the base, the Brotherhood found logs that detail this secret passageway that leads into a storage area which is supposed to be sealed off. If I'm right, and lucky, the seals on the door are still intact and the Enclave won't have discovered the other end of this tunnel."
Evan climbed down into the tunnel and looked around, "I don't think they have, by the looks of things we are the first people in here since the war." He then climbed out and began pressing buttons on his pip-boy while still talking, "You plan to sneak in while we pretend to be weapons merchants and distract the people inside? This is your way in, you will need something that can tell you the time, your location and store the Enclave files. This is it." Evan removed his pip-boy and handed it to William, who fit it over his left forearm. "They are bio metrically sealed so only the wearer can remove it, that is me but I have wiped the pip-boy to fit the Enclave data on it. With you wearing this you can download the Enclaves files and map out part of the fort. Also, nobody can now take this off but you!"
Dudley looked quizzically at Evan and said, "What now what do we do then smarty pants?"
"Simple, William goes into the tunnel and waits there until the pip-boy tells him it is midnight. Then he comes out of it on the other side and gets the Enclave files. He then makes his way back to the tunnel and makes it out again. He then sets off from here alone back the the brotherhood and when we are done we catch up to him and ride like hell."
"So how do we know what time it is so we can help each other?"
"Well, William will be spending a while figuring out a way to get the Enclave data and then getting to know the layout of the base. But then we show up and demand a tour, they post guards to follow us and William's job is made easier. We give him an hour or two to get in and out then we make our own escape. Simple, now William, in you go." Ramsey said matter-of-factly.
William reluctantly climbed down into the tunnel and waited......
Dudley shut the trapdoor. "So what now? What do we do until tomorrow?"
"The answer is as simple as fixing a sentry bot, we make camp so they can see us and take a leisurely ride to the fort tomorrow. Tonight we feast!"
"I feel rather bad about this, we're eating while William starves."
"Not true! I gave him some food to keep him ready for the big day."
What did you give him?"
Flash and Shifty raced toward the sounds of explosions in the distance. Then a vertibird came into view. Soon after a massive behemoth did as well. "A behemoth? Well no matter how big he is he better prepare to face the fist of JUSTI" Suddenly a mini nuke slammed into Barry and carried him through the air. He slammed through a barely standing streetlight into the out wall of a building. He bounced off of the wall and slammed back first into the sidewalk. The nuke landed on him soon after. His leather armor saved his back, well atleast what was left of the armor. Over the last several days it lost several chunks and you could see through to his disgustingly wounded flesh within just as Shifty had. He stared at the bomb now laying in his lap and gave a sigh of relief happy that it did not explode. He rolled it off of him, dusted himself off and stood up. He took a half dozen steps forward and yelled to Shifty, "I'm okay" the mini nuke exploded behind him launching him into the air. He rocketed into the sky nearly ripped apart by the blast. Flash would have been in nearly unbareable pain if he wasn't so amazed by how cool it was flying through the air spitting in the physic's stupid face. It was frankly unbelieveable how high he was going. Maybe luck was actually smiling on him for once! Then he slapped face first into the front of a circling vertibird. Turns out luck just likes to screw with him sometimes. His nose broke on impact and a few of the fingers in his left hand snapped. Blood gushed out of his mouth across the front of it. He slid sideways down the front before catching a hold on the side with his right hand. He looked up and saw the people within. "Can I get a *spits out blood* hand?" He said with a frankly pathetic look across his face. Like a dog from an ASPCA commercial.
Frank was hurtling through the air towards the Behemoth cavalier.
[Agility]Frank sailed through the air with the grace of a Mirelurk launched out of a catapult.
"Prepare to be tilted off thine steed vi-"
Frank was knocked away by the mutant's club.
The impact made that annoying ping you would hear when you hit something with an aluminium bat, only significantly louder.
A rather loud unpleasant stream of obscenities came from Frank as he was sent flying in the direction of a nearby diner, crashing next to a strange man on a bicycle.
Frank found himself in a nondescript section of wasteland, with a Brotherhood Outcast, an old man in a wheelchair, and a ghoul.
The Outcast heckled him.
"Pathetic. How did you ever manage to kill me?!"
"Because you were't as big as a building, riding a horse as big as a building, and wielding a club the size of a small building."
"I was under the impression that I only had one daughter. I guess I was wrong, since I also have you!"
"Shut up dad."
The ghoul spoke next.
"I thought I taught you better than that Ladybug."
"I'm sorry master."
The man in the wheelchair spoke.
"Get up Frank, there's still work to do."
"I'm not sure I can."
Each of the men proceeded to slap Frank.
"If you don't, then who will?"
Frank began to wake up.
"Ahh well... the women of the Brotherhood will have to wait for me to finish with this one..."
What?! Frank had called dibs on all women in the Brotherhood, except his mother and sister. Nobody was allowed to schtupp them!
The man rambled to himself, while doing something to Frank. He was clearly insane
The man took some of Frank's caps from the slot in his armor where he kept his money.
Frank bolted up, accidentally headbutting the man in the process.
[Perception]The man who just robbed him had a bicycle nearby.
Frank ran over to the bicycle while the man clutched his freshly-bruised head. Frank hopped on the bike. It shuddered beneath his weight, but held together.
"I'm sorry I accidentally headbutted you after you so kindly sold me your bike on the cheap!"
[Endurance]Frank pedaled off towards the Behemoth at alarming speed, the bike creaking and shuddering as he rode.
Did Lucy's shot land? She didn't completely know, because she was dancing in utter joy!
To elaborate, there was a massive explosion on the impact of her shot, which caused another explosion and subsequently an even greater explosion as all the mini-nukes on the Behemoth's bandoleer reacted in quick succession.
Lucy's brain, however, only processed one very large explosion, she immediately unclipped her seatbelt and started dancing, wooping and cheering.
"Gilford!! Did you see that!? I am a Gauss-Rifle-Goddess! Seriously I'm gonna become a teacher at the Citadel, all the little Bro-hood kiddies will come to me for lessons! There will be stickers, gold-stars, nap-time and I'll even get gosh-darn crayon drawings from all the little boys that fall in love with Miss Black! I want rainbows and unicorns an-"
Lucy's little speech that was bordering on mania, was cut short by the sheer force of the shockwave caused by all the concentrated explosives going off at once. Frank warned against radiation not reaching them, but she forgot about the force of an explosion.
Since Lucy was not clipped into her seat, she was sent tumbling around the back, like a lost sock in a washing machine. Something had made impact with the Vertibird, which caused Gilford to shriek, yes, shriek in surprise.
She groaned with pain as she rolled onto her back, pulling her ankle loose from being tangled in one of the seatbelts. "That hurt my everything."
"Can I get a...hand?"
An unfamiliar, but very bruised and bloodied face had appeared on the nearby ledge, he had coughed up blood mid-speech.
"Hi!" Lucy was still in happy-mode apparently, she peered at the man upside down, since she was laying on her back.
She got up and shakily moved towards him, putting one foot on each end of the entrance hatch, she grabbed his arm with both hands and pulled with all her weight.
Lucy recalled a pre-war song about raining men, she wondered if it was indeed raining men. Her new guest was pulled on top of her and helped into a seat. She clipped him in for safety.
"You're in safe hand's buddy, you're with the good guys, okay?" she pulled out two stimpacks and injected one on the upper thigh of each leg.
"That's as far as my medical expertise goes. You look in real bad shape there. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was taught that injecting into the thigh was a great place for optimal blood circulation or whatever." She was babbling nervously, she was worried about her badly-injured guest.
"My name is Lucy, I'm a friend." she added with the most reassuring smile she's ever made "Can you tell me what your name is?"
Flash smiled nervously and responded to Lucy, "Im Barry...Barry Allen. I heard some explosions and came to help. But a mini-nuke came out of nowhere and slammed me into a wall. Then it went boom and launched me up here. And..uh this happened," he said holding up the fingers in his left hand which are broken in several different places. "Thankfully it was my left hand, doesn't matter nearly as much because the arm was already busted." He pulled back the bandages to reveal his left arm which was held together purely by some skin with the bone jutting out significantly from the wound. He wrapped it back up the smile growing as he began to feel safer. "Oh and Lucy, that explosion freaking fantastic," he said extending his hand to her. "The best I have ever seen bar done and thats one beautiful weapon right there."
He was smiling and coherent, that's the best Lucy could ask for at this point.
"Since we're mentioning full names, Lucy Black. I would say that I'm pleased, but I'm really more surprised at the moment, although I can't imagine how you must feel." she gave him a grim, but supportive smile.
Barry had begun to show Lucy his heavily wounded arm, she wasn't a doctor. All the stimpacks would do at this point, was heal the minor stuff and numb the pain. "We're gonna touch down by the Citadel when this is all over, the Brotherhood doctors are miracle-workers, so they should definitely help you out." she paused and grew slightly embarrassed "They kinda fixed me up the last time I was busy taking potshots at a behemoth."
"Oh and Lucy, that explosion was freaking fantastic...The best I have ever seen bar none and that's one beautiful weapon right there."
This perked Lucy up even more, although she wasn't used to direct compliments "I- well, it's nothing reall- I mean, Thank you Barry!" she took note to shake his right hand and motioned to her rifle "This is my pride and joy." she openly hugged her rifle.
She snapped out of it and focused on Barry again "Wait, you took a direct hit from a mini-nuke, the nuke exploded and you were the thing that slammed into this Vertibird...How the hell are you still alive?! How, just-...screw what I just did, you're the amazing one here!"
"Gilford, I think you have competition, our new guest Barry, knows how to compliment a woman." she said teasingly
In case you haven't noticed, I'm the one that's been keeping us alive. Besides, does he even have a snazzy Bobblehead collection?
Lucy turned to Barry, he shook his head.
"No, but he at least complimented me on the fact that I just blew up a freakin Behemoth from an unsteady Vertibird in only three shots!"
"I was getting to that! I'm used to anti-air defenses, gunfire and rocks, not humans colliding into my bird."
"Fair point! I'm only teasing you, Paladin. Should we help Frank or try get to the other Behemoth?"
"Believe me, Frank wants to do this alone, he'll be fine. I've seen him face way worse...have you ever seen his sister pissed off before? You think you can pull a shot like that off again?"
"Maybe, I can't get a good look at the other Behemoth, besides, we have other people targeting it as well. I think my friend Marlon is down there, he'll know what to do...Plus I'm a little banged up, minor stuff, but still." she contemplated leaving it all to him "Paladin, we're on a timer now, I want to get Barry to the Citadel, he's in bad shape and he did intend to help out the Brotherhood selflessly. That should get him some free healthcare at least...But let's go make the wasteland a happier place by blowing up another Behemoth!"
She spoke to the Paladin once more "Paladin Gilford, it's an honour to be fighting alongside you. The dad I used to know would have been proud. Thank you for keeping me alive." she leaned over from behind and gave him a kiss on the cheek, easier since he had removed his helmet after Barry collided with the ship, growing bright red, he hastily put his helmet back on. "And please, take your time, I need to catch my breath and get my bearings."
Lucy sat down opposite Barry, clipped herself in and sighed heavily. She gave him a perky smile "I'm fighting alongside Frank, kind-of-a-big-deal at the Bro-hood, you fought alongside me. Or at least you intended to fight in the Brotherhoods best interests. The way I figure it, they should help you out." she reloaded and primed her rifle in the meantime. "By the way, you sure you don't want to snap your fingers back in place and use another stimpack? I have two left and it should really help." she offered him another stimpack.
"So, Barry, why the hell were you running towards all this chaos in first place?? Most people would run away and hide." she asked with sheer curiosity but she had a large smile of admiration on her face.
Flash's grin never wavered for a second. "Amazing" Made him feel really good. He was used to getting beaten, stabbed, shot, or blown up for his attempted heroism. A compliment was a welcome change of pace.
"Well its an eat or be eaten world out there right now. The good people are growing more out numbered by the raiders and murderers and other psychos out in the wasteland. I have seen so many injustices and wrong doings happen to the few remaining good and...I just want to do what I can to help, you know? When I heard explosions I feared raiders or supermutants were sacking a settlement or something. I didn't think in a million years that it would be a Behemoth. But it didn't really matter, I had to atleast try though going toe to toe with a Behemoth, especially in my current condition, probably would have killed me, but thats not the worst way I can think of going out.Helping people." His smile faded somewhat and he grew serious, "As an an old friend of my buddy Bruce said, 'You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become a villian and I...couldn't bare to do that. My friend Hal had to do that. He was...warped by a lust for power. Killed so many people. Friends. Well thats all in the past now."
He stared outside of the vertibird looking at the spread out pile of meat that was now the behemoth. One less monsterous creature terrorizing the populous. This hightened his spirit. He made a half smile, "and I would appreciate it if you put my fingers back in place." He took the stimpack and injected it into his leg just as Lucy had. "A pleasure to meet you too Gilford, sir" he said extending his hand. "I see that you have a strong sense of humor. This Frank guy sounds like a good man. Fighting FOR JUSTICE and to HELP the people of the Capital Wasteland! Though he should probably be more willing to except peoples help. Being a part of a good team is probably the GREATEST feeling ANYBODY can have!"
Lucy was sitting with her head in her hands, listening intently to Barry, she felt inspired as her admiration for what he said grew. "You know what, the wasteland needs more people like you!" she said this with an inspirational edge to her tone. "We both know the wasteland can be a downright terrible place, but I know I can't stand and watch while others are brutalized. I have to act, even if I fail, I know I tried."
Lucy started to tie her hair back into pigtails, since the wind was blowing it in her face. She continued "People may think we're crazy, suicidal, plain stupid or hopelessly naive, but I think we're just the opposite." she pressed onward "Look at us! I'm just a squishy 22 year old girl with a Gauss Rifle left over from her murdered Father. A few days ago, I scared a raider away from a trader, so my biggest concern was food. I meet Frank and now I'm blowing up Behemoths in order to save the Citadel from a surprise attack."
She held Barry's hand while she was talking and got to work.
A strange expression crossed her face, a lot had changed upon meeting Frank and Vikki "Anyway, you just heard explosions and assumed people were in danger. You didn't know what was around the corner, yet you charged right in. I agree with your motivations, I even share them to a great extent. I just think you need to be a little more careful. You can't save people if you're dead." she said that last part softly, layered with heavy emotions as she uttered her direct thoughts "Dying would be too easy. I have to pay a debt that isn't even mine. But at least it helps others, I hope."
Barry's fingers weren't bad upon inspection, one was clearly broken as Lucy tried to delicately position it correctly, the others were merely dislocated, bent at odd angles and were largely cut and bruised. She could already see the stimpack returning a healthy pigmentation to them.
"Hurts less when you don't expect it."
"I'd shake your hand, but I'm a little busy flying this bird. Nonetheless, a pleasure meeting you, Mr Allen...Oh, and you're replacing the broken glass. This bird is my pride and joy. As for dear Franky, he fights for the common-folk yeah, but I would say he loves the thrill of the battle even more. The bigger, the better. The more that's at stake, the better...Frank's an honest man at heart, quite possibly insane, but a good man. Just don't mind his severely lacking social skills."
"You sound like a superhero, Barry" she laughed at his enthusiastic speech "And every good superhero needs a side-kic...partner...equal-rights partner, so what are our names?"
"By the way, do you have any weapons? Oh, and anything you wanna ask me?" she sat back and relaxed a little more.
Those tiny chunks of armor, can't be, please don't let it be what I think it is.
Jackson sensed the bastard was not paying attention, and he also felt like the building wasn't paying attention to him. A thought that made him sound mentally handicapped. He sighed, and kneed the horn of his jeep, a rather loud sound. As long as the building doesn't care, Jackson was happy. Still no reaction? Jackson thought the man was slow, but jeez. And so continued the deadlock...
'My fucking arms are getting tired.'
Wayne was beginning to grow impatient, Stanley was taking
longer than expected. He got up and began walking around
the plant, the man posted to watch him following behind. In
a room a little down the hall two guards stood watch over a
Crudely written in red paint across the door was a sign. And,
most worryingly there was a soft tapping coming from behind
it. 'So, what's behind door number 1?' Wayne asked the guard.
"Nothing we cant handle" he replied nervously.
'Well how come it ain't handled then?'
"Because we don't have the firepower, or the man power." Came
the voice of the leader of the guards. "The names Mick, head
of security. Seems we have a bit of a mirelurk problem.
Terrible things, they can take a lot of bullets before going
down. We'be taken to calling them Nukalurks, due to the blue
'500 caps says I can sort your problem'
"What makes you think you're so much more capable than my
'Because I specialise in hunting and exterminating
abominations pal, mirelurks, mole rats, even the odd
deathclaw, and trust me when I say I can handle it.'
"Well in that case be my guest" said Mick as he walked over
to the door, holding his rifle at the ready. The three other
guards in the room followed his lead and aimed at the door.
Mick opened it up and out leapt the Nukalurk that had been
standing and tapping behind it, lunging at Mick who jumped
back and opened fire along with the other three. It took
nearly every bullet of every gun before the Nukalurk finally
went down, and even then it wasnt quite dead. Clearly these
people had no concept of weak points.
' I think I can take it from here guys' said Wayne, stepping
past the slow, squirming Nukalurk on the floor.
The sealed off area was large, containing huge pieces if
equipment, Wayne deduced that they must be where the
Nuka-Cola was mixed. There was a thud, Wayne turned and saw a
Nukalurk just stood there, looking at him as if he were some
kind of alien. 'Boom' Wayne didn't wait for it to charge, he
raised his rifle and fired a round straight into his face,
causing its face to explode. He swung around, keeping aim,
the gunshot was bound to attract more attention.
Another appeared from the end of a catwalk, charging
this time. Wayne fired but just missed, the bullet ricocheted
off the creatures shell and narrowly missed another Nukalurk,
this one climbing a set of stairs. He took a breath and fired
again, success! The Nukalurks body still hurtling toward him.
He stepped aside to avoid it, and also get a better vantage
point of the third one, now at the top of the stairs.
Dropping to one knee he took aim, this one was further away.
He waited until it faced him front to front for the best
shot. This one was quite fast however, and kept moving side
to side and charging untill it was on top of Wayne. He
dropped his rifle and pulled out his magnum, dodging the
Nukalurks swinging pincirs. The first opening he saw he
jabbed the barrel of his revolver into the creatures face and
'Looks like that's it' he muttered, surveying the area. He
picked up his rifle and hobbled around the catwalks, looking
for any remaining Nukalurks. Around a bend and past a pool of
the glowing blue liquid that had flooded a lot of the place
was an opening. Possibly connecting to a metro tunnel, that
would explain how these things got in here. Luckily Wayne had the perfect plan. He casually got out a stick of dynamite from his inside pocket, lit it and threw it in the opening, right by the feet of hopefully the last remaining Nukalurk.
The explosion was enough to cave in the hole, and even sent a Nuka leg flying in Wayne's general direction. And of course it was enough to bring in the guards.
"Holy fuck mate!" Said Mick running towards him.
'I believe you mean thanks pal'