BurntAluminum
First time out of the vault
(Sorry for disappearing, But I've pretty much caught all the way up, =P, But If this is the real location I don't really mind revealing 251... It's kind of a cruel joke in the end)
Detroit 2301
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First time out of the vault
Skytzoe wiped the sweat from his forehead. He then glanced to the top and began moving hand over-hand, dangling from the wire, sliding his feet up when necessary. He then pulled himself tightly to the wire, which began to sway in a gust. The gust then grew stronger. He closed his eyes, protecting them from the dust that was kicked up. He just needed to wait until the wind died down, but then...
He heard a loud twang, feeling the wire go slack. He looked down at the base, seeing the frayed end of the wire shooting his way. He looked behind him as the wire began to fall. He quickly twisted his body, then torqued his entire body the other way, releasing his legs from the rope, then used them to absorb the shock from hitting the cliff face. He looked up the mountain then began to pull himself up, using his feet against the cliff face for more grip.
He swung off the wire onto the peak of the mountain, walking toward the small shack. He stepped inside and looked at the floor, crouching. He pulled open a trap door then began descending down the staircase.
There he stood, in front of the door, but he found something odd. Rust. The door wasn't the clean metal of other vault doors he'd seen. It was the reddish color of rust. He crouched down, taking off
his backpack and producing the bag of thermite, and three things he found on the way, two frag grenades and a roll of tape. He stood up, holding a grenade, the bag of thermite and the tape, and began his work.
It took about 10 minutes, and from inside the vault, nothing was heard except for a small explosion. There was a second explosion, which rattled the vault door, which then fell open. Skytzoe stood in the doorway, holding his Glock in his right hand, his trench knife in the other, the blade pointed down. He took a step forward then something caught his eye. He crouched down, placing his Glock on the ground. He scooped up some of the dust in the pile on the ground and let it slide out of his hand through the gaps in his fingers. He then looked at the palm of his hand. It was a pile of powdered steel and rust. The vault had been opened and closed, many times. It explained the ease of blasting the door open. Skytzoe stood again, picking up his Glock, walking over the vault door and into the door control room. He raised his Glock toward the door to the rest of the vault, then waited.
He heard a loud twang, feeling the wire go slack. He looked down at the base, seeing the frayed end of the wire shooting his way. He looked behind him as the wire began to fall. He quickly twisted his body, then torqued his entire body the other way, releasing his legs from the rope, then used them to absorb the shock from hitting the cliff face. He looked up the mountain then began to pull himself up, using his feet against the cliff face for more grip.
He swung off the wire onto the peak of the mountain, walking toward the small shack. He stepped inside and looked at the floor, crouching. He pulled open a trap door then began descending down the staircase.
There he stood, in front of the door, but he found something odd. Rust. The door wasn't the clean metal of other vault doors he'd seen. It was the reddish color of rust. He crouched down, taking off
his backpack and producing the bag of thermite, and three things he found on the way, two frag grenades and a roll of tape. He stood up, holding a grenade, the bag of thermite and the tape, and began his work.
It took about 10 minutes, and from inside the vault, nothing was heard except for a small explosion. There was a second explosion, which rattled the vault door, which then fell open. Skytzoe stood in the doorway, holding his Glock in his right hand, his trench knife in the other, the blade pointed down. He took a step forward then something caught his eye. He crouched down, placing his Glock on the ground. He scooped up some of the dust in the pile on the ground and let it slide out of his hand through the gaps in his fingers. He then looked at the palm of his hand. It was a pile of powdered steel and rust. The vault had been opened and closed, many times. It explained the ease of blasting the door open. Skytzoe stood again, picking up his Glock, walking over the vault door and into the door control room. He raised his Glock toward the door to the rest of the vault, then waited.
BurntAluminum
First time out of the vault
The deeper Skytzoe would find himself in the vault, the more a horrid smell would assault his nostrils, it smelt as if it were pollution from the pre war Machinery. The walls of the Vault had actually been stripped down for scrap metal, while afew skeletons lay on the ground, picked clean, one actually lay atop a large machine part, too large to be carried out, and too odd to identify. Could this be 251? it seems as if it's been raided many times before now, and the lights had long been extinguished.
As Skytzoe were to wander deeper, it would become apparent that the air was getting thinner, and soon small amounts of smog became apparent from the ventilation, the amount of smog slowly growing from the ventilation shaft. It was becoming dangerous to wander very deep into the Vault, No jumpsuits, or even pipboys to be spotted yet however, in the distance was a still active terminal, glowing and shining a light onto the vault, however the smog was very thick, and apparent there, enough to kill a man from the amount of air the pollution had taken away.
Midway to the terminal a red metal locker stood, with a rather small, rusted lock barely holding it shut 'EMERGENCY' written across the top of the locker in white letters.
As Skytzoe were to wander deeper, it would become apparent that the air was getting thinner, and soon small amounts of smog became apparent from the ventilation, the amount of smog slowly growing from the ventilation shaft. It was becoming dangerous to wander very deep into the Vault, No jumpsuits, or even pipboys to be spotted yet however, in the distance was a still active terminal, glowing and shining a light onto the vault, however the smog was very thick, and apparent there, enough to kill a man from the amount of air the pollution had taken away.
Midway to the terminal a red metal locker stood, with a rather small, rusted lock barely holding it shut 'EMERGENCY' written across the top of the locker in white letters.
The bandana around his face was damp, he had soaked it in water and wrung it out as he entered the polluted air, the bandana acting as a primitive, but still effective air filter. As he reached the locker he pulled his trench knife. He scratched the u-bend of the lock then slipped his trench knife back onto his belt.
He pulled the Glock from his belt then pointed it at the lock. He was about to pull the trigger when a thought crossed his mind, the smog could be flammable.
He holstered his Glock then took a look around the room. He then recalled something he saw earlier that looked like it could help...
He took a run toward the locker, as he reached it he swung the wooden baseball bat as hard as he could at the lock. He stood in front of the locker bending forward to look at the lock. Almost no effect. He dropped the bat and drew his Glock again. He pressed the magazine release, letting the magazine drop to the floor. He pulled the slide back, the round in the chamber tumbling to the floor. He pulled the slide back again, flipping up the slide lock, then put the slide between his teeth, bending down to take off his backpack.
He tilted the gun down and poured water into the chamber, which then poured out the barrel. He picked up the round and the magazine, first placing the round in the well, tilting the gun on it's side. He quickly turned the gun upside down, releasing the slide lock. He tilted the gun upward and shook it, with no response. He pulled the slide back a couple millimeters, and after seeing the copper jacket around the bullet, let the slide forward again. He placed the magazine back in the weapon. He looked at the lock, then around the room. He rolled a chair to the side of the locker then aimed the gun at the lock, and fired.
The chair rolled backwards as the round buried itself into the padding of the chair, then stopped against the metal backing, the lock falling to the floor. He looked at the locker for a moment, then opened the locker.
He pulled the Glock from his belt then pointed it at the lock. He was about to pull the trigger when a thought crossed his mind, the smog could be flammable.
He holstered his Glock then took a look around the room. He then recalled something he saw earlier that looked like it could help...
He took a run toward the locker, as he reached it he swung the wooden baseball bat as hard as he could at the lock. He stood in front of the locker bending forward to look at the lock. Almost no effect. He dropped the bat and drew his Glock again. He pressed the magazine release, letting the magazine drop to the floor. He pulled the slide back, the round in the chamber tumbling to the floor. He pulled the slide back again, flipping up the slide lock, then put the slide between his teeth, bending down to take off his backpack.
He tilted the gun down and poured water into the chamber, which then poured out the barrel. He picked up the round and the magazine, first placing the round in the well, tilting the gun on it's side. He quickly turned the gun upside down, releasing the slide lock. He tilted the gun upward and shook it, with no response. He pulled the slide back a couple millimeters, and after seeing the copper jacket around the bullet, let the slide forward again. He placed the magazine back in the weapon. He looked at the lock, then around the room. He rolled a chair to the side of the locker then aimed the gun at the lock, and fired.
The chair rolled backwards as the round buried itself into the padding of the chair, then stopped against the metal backing, the lock falling to the floor. He looked at the locker for a moment, then opened the locker.
“SHIT!”
Derek turned away from the elevator shaft. He took a couple of steps before he turned sharply to face the fallen elevator cord. “FUCK!” Derek began to kick up the dirt in anger. The dust swirled and clouded around him as he stopped. He sat down in the dirt and thought of what he would do now. Looking back at the cord spilled around the ground he thought of what he could actually do. The mountain face could not be climbed. He knew the only way up there would be to fly. Derek sighed and stared at the horizon.
He did not want to do this but he knew he had no choice in this matter. Taking off the small backpack he took out the many useless items he owned. He came to the bottom of the bag and pulled out a small switchblade out of his pocket. Tearing open the bottom of the bag he pulled out a radio. Putting in the one battery he owned he turned it on and tuned in the Enclave soldier frequency. He was not meant to use this frequency unless he had completed his mission. Pushing in the button he said “Beta-Highrunner reporting in from location 37, within the vicinity Vault 251. Requesting assistance.” Pulling his finger of the button he waited for the reply he thought would never come.
The speaker burst to life and an all too familiar voice came through the static. “Hello Derek.” Taking a deep breath Derek thought of every person who could have been at the radio desk. Pushing in the button, Derek spoke again, “Hello Aaron. Would you mind giving an old mate a lift?”
Derek turned away from the elevator shaft. He took a couple of steps before he turned sharply to face the fallen elevator cord. “FUCK!” Derek began to kick up the dirt in anger. The dust swirled and clouded around him as he stopped. He sat down in the dirt and thought of what he would do now. Looking back at the cord spilled around the ground he thought of what he could actually do. The mountain face could not be climbed. He knew the only way up there would be to fly. Derek sighed and stared at the horizon.
He did not want to do this but he knew he had no choice in this matter. Taking off the small backpack he took out the many useless items he owned. He came to the bottom of the bag and pulled out a small switchblade out of his pocket. Tearing open the bottom of the bag he pulled out a radio. Putting in the one battery he owned he turned it on and tuned in the Enclave soldier frequency. He was not meant to use this frequency unless he had completed his mission. Pushing in the button he said “Beta-Highrunner reporting in from location 37, within the vicinity Vault 251. Requesting assistance.” Pulling his finger of the button he waited for the reply he thought would never come.
The speaker burst to life and an all too familiar voice came through the static. “Hello Derek.” Taking a deep breath Derek thought of every person who could have been at the radio desk. Pushing in the button, Derek spoke again, “Hello Aaron. Would you mind giving an old mate a lift?”
BurntAluminum
First time out of the vault
Inside the locker was a much more effective tool, a gas mask, fairly intact, however the the filters were most likely not cleaned due to the smog in the enclosed area, the metal bits seemed a little rusted, much more reliable than the bandanna. What makes this vault seem odd however, is that they had preperations for such an event before the downfall, and that the vault had been evacuated several times.
(Note: Not really 251, since I already had an Idea for what that would be, however it's kind of ironic)
(Note: Not really 251, since I already had an Idea for what that would be, however it's kind of ironic)
Skytzoe crouched down, investigating the contents more closely. Then he found what he was looking for. A can sealed with a metal screw-off lid. He picked up the gasmask and unscrewed the filter, then opened the can, taking out the clean filter from it's container then screwing on the filter. He placed the mask over his head and tightened it, placing his hand over the filter intake and taking a deep breath. He then walked to the terminal and pressed the enter key.
BurntAluminum
First time out of the vault
The terminal beeped as the enter key was hit seeming to have been on hibernate, it awoke quickly, as the fans could be heard, smog filling the air as the fan blew the grime off the computers parts. The computer whirred a bit as the screens text glitched until finally things came into place. A single text log was intact from the damage to the hardware caused by the grime and dust.
[Begin Decryption]
David Eastman(Vault 222 Communications)
Subject: Low Oxygen, Evacuation
We've been trying to contact Vault 251 for ages now, since we know they have some advanced machinery. The Ventilation in the Vault won't hold out either, we've already tried the elevator, some decided to scale the cable, not all of them were successful. We're losing muscle for excavating a new exit to the smog, according to Jim we'll all be dead within 2 weeks if the excavation doesn't go as planned. Jack suggested getting into the vents and building afew more shafts to the outside world, but Garth lost his keys cleaning the latrines, again, we don't exactly have spares anymore.
Hopefully my next log will be in Detroit, or 251.
251 Coordinates(VT-Radar System) 543 -259 200
[End Decryption]
(OOC: Don't know jack about real coordinates)
[Begin Decryption]
David Eastman(Vault 222 Communications)
Subject: Low Oxygen, Evacuation
We've been trying to contact Vault 251 for ages now, since we know they have some advanced machinery. The Ventilation in the Vault won't hold out either, we've already tried the elevator, some decided to scale the cable, not all of them were successful. We're losing muscle for excavating a new exit to the smog, according to Jim we'll all be dead within 2 weeks if the excavation doesn't go as planned. Jack suggested getting into the vents and building afew more shafts to the outside world, but Garth lost his keys cleaning the latrines, again, we don't exactly have spares anymore.
Hopefully my next log will be in Detroit, or 251.
251 Coordinates(VT-Radar System) 543 -259 200
[End Decryption]
(OOC: Don't know jack about real coordinates)
Derek looked down at his watch. 2:14. Where the bloody hell are you? It was over an hour ago that he had asked for a Vertibird to pick him up. Derek pulled himself off the ground and began to walk around in circles to pass the time. Sitting back onto his bag he looked back at his watch. 2:15.
Burying his head into his hands, Derek closed his eyes and thought of the man he would soon be face to face with. Why did the Enclave want him dead? Skytzoe had never answered the question and Derek was never told anything about the man except his name was Skytzoe and that it was him in the picture.
Exhaling deeply Derek opened his eyelids. He instantly felt sand and dirt go into his eyes. Derek looked up and saw the Vertibird descend in front of him. Derek picked up his bag and proceeded towards the Vertibird. Sliding the door open, Derek looked into the passenger compartment. Only one soldier. Derek sighed as he looked at the Power Armour and read the name tag: “Alpha-Horizon”. Derek spoke quietly, “Hello Aaron. New power armour I see.”
Derek took a seat on the opposite side to Aaron. The propellers begin to speed up and the ground moved away from the Vertibird. “Yeah, new armour. Always was the best you know. Anyway, I have two questions. Did you really find Skytzoe and survive? Secondly, what the hell are you doing in front of Vault 222?” Aaron seemed proud of his new armour and seemed pissed about something.
Derek paused a second to wonder about what Aaron meant about Vault 222 before answering his questions. “Yes, I saw Skytzoe over at a settlement near here called Duecetown. I told him were Vault 251 is which leads me to the second question. I am in front of Vault 251, not 222.”
Aaron sighed deeply, “We are in front of Vault 222, not 251. Which one do you want to go to?”
Derek thought about this. Was it possible that he got the Vaults wrong? Did he actually send Skytzoe to the wrong Vault? “Take us to Vault 222” Derek mumbled through to the cockpit.
In a matter of seconds a slight bump was felt and the door opened. Aaron jumped out with his Plasma Rifle charged and ready. The pilot followed with a Plasma Pistol at the ready. Derek sighed as he looked at the pilots face, it looked thirsty for blood to be spilt. Derek pulled his HK VP70 out of the holster and unscrewed the silencer. Turning the safety off, Derek pulled the slide back and jumped out of the Vertibird.
Burying his head into his hands, Derek closed his eyes and thought of the man he would soon be face to face with. Why did the Enclave want him dead? Skytzoe had never answered the question and Derek was never told anything about the man except his name was Skytzoe and that it was him in the picture.
Exhaling deeply Derek opened his eyelids. He instantly felt sand and dirt go into his eyes. Derek looked up and saw the Vertibird descend in front of him. Derek picked up his bag and proceeded towards the Vertibird. Sliding the door open, Derek looked into the passenger compartment. Only one soldier. Derek sighed as he looked at the Power Armour and read the name tag: “Alpha-Horizon”. Derek spoke quietly, “Hello Aaron. New power armour I see.”
Derek took a seat on the opposite side to Aaron. The propellers begin to speed up and the ground moved away from the Vertibird. “Yeah, new armour. Always was the best you know. Anyway, I have two questions. Did you really find Skytzoe and survive? Secondly, what the hell are you doing in front of Vault 222?” Aaron seemed proud of his new armour and seemed pissed about something.
Derek paused a second to wonder about what Aaron meant about Vault 222 before answering his questions. “Yes, I saw Skytzoe over at a settlement near here called Duecetown. I told him were Vault 251 is which leads me to the second question. I am in front of Vault 251, not 222.”
Aaron sighed deeply, “We are in front of Vault 222, not 251. Which one do you want to go to?”
Derek thought about this. Was it possible that he got the Vaults wrong? Did he actually send Skytzoe to the wrong Vault? “Take us to Vault 222” Derek mumbled through to the cockpit.
In a matter of seconds a slight bump was felt and the door opened. Aaron jumped out with his Plasma Rifle charged and ready. The pilot followed with a Plasma Pistol at the ready. Derek sighed as he looked at the pilots face, it looked thirsty for blood to be spilt. Derek pulled his HK VP70 out of the holster and unscrewed the silencer. Turning the safety off, Derek pulled the slide back and jumped out of the Vertibird.
Skytzoe stepped over the destroyed vault door as he pulled off his mask, shaking his head. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a silver object, smaller than a credit card. He took a deep breath, then pressed a button.
As he reached the top of the staircase he placed the object back into his pocket. He did take the time to close the trap door before walking out the door, and seeing a soldier, a pilot, and Derek, all from the Enclave.
As he reached the top of the staircase he placed the object back into his pocket. He did take the time to close the trap door before walking out the door, and seeing a soldier, a pilot, and Derek, all from the Enclave.
So here was Skytzoe, the Skytzoe thought Derek. The look on his face when he saw us was something that surprised Derek. Unlike the one he had inside the bar. That was emotionless. This one was different. Was it fear, anger, rage, or some other emotion? Derek could not tell.
Derek pulled up his gun and switched it to a three round burst. Two other weapons raised and aimed straight into Skytzoes chest. He was out numbered, out gunned and the only way to get off this mountain would be to jump down. Looking straight into Skytzoes eyes, Derek said, “Now now Skytzoe did you really think you could get away from us? Nobody messes with the Enclave.” Derek’s mind wondered feebly what Skytzoe had done. It did not matter anymore, this was the present and at this moment, Skytzoe was just seconds from death.
Derek pulled up his gun and switched it to a three round burst. Two other weapons raised and aimed straight into Skytzoes chest. He was out numbered, out gunned and the only way to get off this mountain would be to jump down. Looking straight into Skytzoes eyes, Derek said, “Now now Skytzoe did you really think you could get away from us? Nobody messes with the Enclave.” Derek’s mind wondered feebly what Skytzoe had done. It did not matter anymore, this was the present and at this moment, Skytzoe was just seconds from death.
BurntAluminum
First time out of the vault
From a Radio tower to the east something could be seen in the distance, coming closer, an ear shattering shriek coming from tower within the seconds it was visible something hit the side of the mountain. An explosion erupted from the projectile as it made contact, causing the ground to shake as rocks tumbled down the mountain. To make things worse, the radio crackled with an insane Caribbean accent "Aye mon, 'es mine... D'price on'd'mon is'efty, Y'don' t'ink Ol' Atreya woul'miss d'at shi' y'talkin" a loud booming laugh could be heard, he soon begins talking very fast "An'ways, Y'wan' be barbecue, I an' I be suggestin' y'leave an' let m'take care-a-dis, aye mon? Na'move 'long mon b'fore y'all b'goin' SPLATTA BOOM-BOM-BOOM BOW! ON'D'ROCKS AN' Y'GIBS B'S'FRIED D'BIRDIES DON' WAN' NON'AT!"
The voice speaks slowly "Aye mon?"
The voice speaks slowly "Aye mon?"
The three Enclave turned to the vertibird as the radio inside received the message. Skytzoe had heard that dialect before, it had been a long time, but he still knew what the words meant, while the Enclave by him wondered. He made his move.
Dust was kicked up by his boot as he started a full-on sprint toward the three. As he reached Derek he only said a single word, "Snatch!"
He then crouched and took a leap off the side of the mountain. He turned then slowly tracked inward, then grabbed the cable then tightened his grip as he began to slide down the side of the mountain. He looked at his hands as his glove started to smoke, then looked back down. A few moments later he looked at his hands, and the smoke had been replaced by sparks. As he reached the bottom he let go of the wire, kicking off the side of the mountain. He landed and fell into a roll, and seemed to go from a roll to standing. He then began to run across the wastes as he slid Derek's handgun into his waistband. He then looked as his hands, the gloves' leather having worn off, revealing the metal plates in the palms of his gloves.
Dust was kicked up by his boot as he started a full-on sprint toward the three. As he reached Derek he only said a single word, "Snatch!"
He then crouched and took a leap off the side of the mountain. He turned then slowly tracked inward, then grabbed the cable then tightened his grip as he began to slide down the side of the mountain. He looked at his hands as his glove started to smoke, then looked back down. A few moments later he looked at his hands, and the smoke had been replaced by sparks. As he reached the bottom he let go of the wire, kicking off the side of the mountain. He landed and fell into a roll, and seemed to go from a roll to standing. He then began to run across the wastes as he slid Derek's handgun into his waistband. He then looked as his hands, the gloves' leather having worn off, revealing the metal plates in the palms of his gloves.
Derek quickly ran to the edge of the cliff. And there was Skytzoe, sliding down the wire. Fast. But still in range. Derek reached into his gun holster and felt nothing but thin air. Turning around he looked quickly on the ground where he stood just seconds before.There was nothing. Looking back over the cliff Derek saw a glint of metal in Skytzoes hands. Derek’s yell in anger was muffled by another explosion. The rocks began to fall off the cliff. Aaron ran up from behind Derek and yelled at him to get onto the Vertibird. Derek didn’t move. Aaron wrapped his arms around Derek’s waist and dragged him to the Vertibird. The engines began to warm up and the Vertibird was off the ground before Derek was fully in it.
Another explosion impacted into the mountain. Closer to the Vertibird. A message in the same Caribbean accent came over the radio. “Y’wan’a fly fly ‘way now. D’mons mine.” “Yeah, well fuck you!” Derek yelled into the radio. Turning to the pilot, Derek said “Take us to those mountains in the east. The transmission was clear so he must be near a tower close by.”
Aaron stood up behind Derek and pulled him back. “Derek, you idiot. Skytzoe is in the open. We can get h-” The Vertibird swerved sharply and Aaron fell to the ground, bumping his head on the bench while he fell. Aaron didn’t get back up. He was still breathing though. Turning back to the pilot, he told him to do as he had said. The Vertibird turned to the east.
Another explosion impacted into the mountain. Closer to the Vertibird. A message in the same Caribbean accent came over the radio. “Y’wan’a fly fly ‘way now. D’mons mine.” “Yeah, well fuck you!” Derek yelled into the radio. Turning to the pilot, Derek said “Take us to those mountains in the east. The transmission was clear so he must be near a tower close by.”
Aaron stood up behind Derek and pulled him back. “Derek, you idiot. Skytzoe is in the open. We can get h-” The Vertibird swerved sharply and Aaron fell to the ground, bumping his head on the bench while he fell. Aaron didn’t get back up. He was still breathing though. Turning back to the pilot, he told him to do as he had said. The Vertibird turned to the east.
Random Turnip
First time out of the vault
Sid sees a building in a built up area, "looks kinda like a soloon" he thinks to himself, before the war he would have been about 5 years away from being able to buy a drink in there. About a day or so ago his parents and older sister were inhumanly murdered by a group of 4 raiders, Sid was lucky to have escaped from the small settlement with only a small slash to the back of his right leg. Even with the slash he was able to outrun the raiders, so he kept running and running, having no reason to return to his previous settlement he had no intensions of turning back, yet no idea where he was running to.
He walked into the bar completely exhausted and with no food, water or equipment, nothing but the rags he calls clothes on his back and a spectacularly worn out pre-war trainer on his left foot, a present from his dad now his only thing to remember him by, and some sought of Brahmin leather shoe on his right. The second he steps in he sees freindly faces (at least he hopes they are freindly) and collapses, hoping that someone will actually give a shit and offer some sought of food or drink that wasn't black with radiation rather than throwing him back outside in the burning hot sun that had caused him so much pain over the last 24 hours.
(sorry if this is a bad time to join, i can see there is some action going on, so i can leave it for a bit if you want)
He walked into the bar completely exhausted and with no food, water or equipment, nothing but the rags he calls clothes on his back and a spectacularly worn out pre-war trainer on his left foot, a present from his dad now his only thing to remember him by, and some sought of Brahmin leather shoe on his right. The second he steps in he sees freindly faces (at least he hopes they are freindly) and collapses, hoping that someone will actually give a shit and offer some sought of food or drink that wasn't black with radiation rather than throwing him back outside in the burning hot sun that had caused him so much pain over the last 24 hours.
(sorry if this is a bad time to join, i can see there is some action going on, so i can leave it for a bit if you want)
((Not sure what to write about but hopefully this can keep the story running))
The missiles kept coming towards the Vertibird, most missing by a few metres, some required action to be taken. Derek had pulled himself into the co-pilots seat and was looking around anxiously for some sign of the person who had fired at them. The tower was approaching quickly and Derek was looking for any sign of a base or human encampment. There was nothing but the radio tower.
The lights in the cockpit began to buzz with excitement and a siren screamed into Derek ear. Then there was the odd sensation of weightlessness as the Vertibird plummeted towards the ground. Head first. A missile flew just over the side of a cliff and narrowly avoided the Vertibird. The pilot forced the steering wheel back to level the controls and get out of the drop. Aaron’s body groaned in the passenger compartment. Aarons Plasma Rifle slide into the cockpit and rested itself beside Derek’s chair.
Looking into the gorge the Vertibird had gone into to avoid the missiles; Derek grabbed the Plasma Rifle and looked at the pilot for a brief second. Taking his eyes away from the dangers around him, The pilot took a look at Derek standing there holding a Plasma Rifle. He knew what was going to happen. Pulling the steering wheel as far back as he could, the Vertibird began climbing towards the sky. Gravity took its hold and Derek found himself at the back of the Vertibird, standing on a wall. Aaron moaned next to Derek, his helmet had fallen off from all the bumps and his back was laying crudely on it. Somehow his eyes opened and saw Derek standing there. With his gun. On a wall. Another moan came out, this time it was angry. Looking down onto the Plasma Rifle and back to Aaron, Derek said one clear word. “Snatch.” Turning around Derek opened the door and jumped out into the empty space.
Smashing into the cliff face Derek felt his lungs emptied of breath. The gun had managed to wedge itself within a small crack and was keeping Derek from falling. Grabbing a rock sticking out Derek steadied himself. He dislodged the gun and put it through a small strap on the side of jacket. Looking up at the sky Derek saw another missile fly after the Vertibird. Putting his mind on the task, Derek began his climb up the cliff face.
The missiles kept coming towards the Vertibird, most missing by a few metres, some required action to be taken. Derek had pulled himself into the co-pilots seat and was looking around anxiously for some sign of the person who had fired at them. The tower was approaching quickly and Derek was looking for any sign of a base or human encampment. There was nothing but the radio tower.
The lights in the cockpit began to buzz with excitement and a siren screamed into Derek ear. Then there was the odd sensation of weightlessness as the Vertibird plummeted towards the ground. Head first. A missile flew just over the side of a cliff and narrowly avoided the Vertibird. The pilot forced the steering wheel back to level the controls and get out of the drop. Aaron’s body groaned in the passenger compartment. Aarons Plasma Rifle slide into the cockpit and rested itself beside Derek’s chair.
Looking into the gorge the Vertibird had gone into to avoid the missiles; Derek grabbed the Plasma Rifle and looked at the pilot for a brief second. Taking his eyes away from the dangers around him, The pilot took a look at Derek standing there holding a Plasma Rifle. He knew what was going to happen. Pulling the steering wheel as far back as he could, the Vertibird began climbing towards the sky. Gravity took its hold and Derek found himself at the back of the Vertibird, standing on a wall. Aaron moaned next to Derek, his helmet had fallen off from all the bumps and his back was laying crudely on it. Somehow his eyes opened and saw Derek standing there. With his gun. On a wall. Another moan came out, this time it was angry. Looking down onto the Plasma Rifle and back to Aaron, Derek said one clear word. “Snatch.” Turning around Derek opened the door and jumped out into the empty space.
Smashing into the cliff face Derek felt his lungs emptied of breath. The gun had managed to wedge itself within a small crack and was keeping Derek from falling. Grabbing a rock sticking out Derek steadied himself. He dislodged the gun and put it through a small strap on the side of jacket. Looking up at the sky Derek saw another missile fly after the Vertibird. Putting his mind on the task, Derek began his climb up the cliff face.
He kept sprinting as fast as he could, he could see a gap in the wasteland ground. It could work. He leaned forward, running toward the gap. Just a few feet before he jumped slightly, putting his feet forward, his feet slid across the ground and over the cliff face, he fell for several feet and found a rock grab onto. He hit the cliff face and slowly looking to his side, seeing Derek only a few feet away, "...You're the last person I want to see right now."
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