Major Zuma
First time out of the vault
Prologue(Its more of an Introduction too the story.)
Hello reader, these are documents that I written for storage. Soon after writing these I realized they started to disappear for a while and then come back. Soon after a while I started to see stands in New Vegas full of stacks of papers. So, I was writing a book without realizing it. But now since this is most likely past my times feel free to read and enjoy my adventures across the wasteland.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now at the end of this vault’s time. We must be let free into the new world. I don’t have much to say other than good luck. But I would like to remind you, there might or might not be civilization out there; we could just rot out there for all we know. I am opening the vault doors in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3…2, 1!” After hearing the shortest speech of all time I heard a loud bang. Followed by that the doors opened to a very bright light, Ray was the first one to run out. “Yahoo! Free at last!” He yelled in excitement but suddenly he frowned. “Halt under the name of New California Republic!” A man’s voice commanded. “Oh stop Michael, it seems as though that vault has finally opened. I apologize sir, I am George.”
Two men in matching uniforms walked up to Ray. “Who are you?” I asked just loud enough for them to hear me. “We are Rangers from the New California Republic, NCR for short. Well young fella who are you?” George asked. “I am James Sorrisin, a junior in security for the Vault.” I said. They nodded, “Unfortunately were gonna have to take you to our headquarters at Camp McCarran. Make sure you know the laws and all since your new comers.” They said and we started to follow them. I stared at the man’s gun; it had a small cylinder in the middle of it and a barrel sticking out of it. And then hanging off of his shoulder was some kind of rifle. Clearly this caused some uncomfortable problems because he kept switching shoulders with it. “Hold! It seems as though we have come across a powder ganger camp.” Michael grinned from the back of the group. Michael pulled his rifle and led the group behind a rock.
“Powder gangers are basically a gang of bad guys. They are more like people that act desperate for things they can easily get if they just find a decent job in this wasteland. But then again I have come across fairly wealthy powder gangers.” Michael explained. We heard shots and I peeked my head out. George had blown a powder ganger’s arm clean off and let them retreat to some other place. He turned to face us and then fell. He had been shot in the leg by a powder ganger that apparently was either coming back to that camp or meeting with someone at that camp. “Michael, George has been shot in the leg!” I yelled. Michael grabbed his rifle and blew the man’s head off. We all ran to crowd George. He groaned in pain.
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We had reached the camp with George being carried; we were at “nightfall” as Michael called it. McCarran was full of NCR troops much like Michael and George. We were in some kind of office all crowded together. “Alright now form a line.” Sergeant Lorin commanded. We all followed the orders instantly, I was first in line (In the Vault, we were trained to let the youngest go first. I was the final kid to be born in the vault.).
“Hi there son, what is your name?” She asked. After answering that we went through some basic questions about me. Finally we came down to a single question that made me think. “What job do you think you will have a shot at in the wasteland?” She asked looking up from her paper. “Since I was in security `, I have some experience for some kind of police man.” I hesitated. She smiled, “I would recommend you to join the NCR, but you have to be older than 21. But, I am sure with some good effort you can find a job in no time. New Vegas is where you would want to start, here is a passport to enter. Do not lose this until you first get into New Vegas. Those Robots sure know how to kill.”
Feel free too comment and tell me what you think.
Hello reader, these are documents that I written for storage. Soon after writing these I realized they started to disappear for a while and then come back. Soon after a while I started to see stands in New Vegas full of stacks of papers. So, I was writing a book without realizing it. But now since this is most likely past my times feel free to read and enjoy my adventures across the wasteland.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now at the end of this vault’s time. We must be let free into the new world. I don’t have much to say other than good luck. But I would like to remind you, there might or might not be civilization out there; we could just rot out there for all we know. I am opening the vault doors in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3…2, 1!” After hearing the shortest speech of all time I heard a loud bang. Followed by that the doors opened to a very bright light, Ray was the first one to run out. “Yahoo! Free at last!” He yelled in excitement but suddenly he frowned. “Halt under the name of New California Republic!” A man’s voice commanded. “Oh stop Michael, it seems as though that vault has finally opened. I apologize sir, I am George.”
Two men in matching uniforms walked up to Ray. “Who are you?” I asked just loud enough for them to hear me. “We are Rangers from the New California Republic, NCR for short. Well young fella who are you?” George asked. “I am James Sorrisin, a junior in security for the Vault.” I said. They nodded, “Unfortunately were gonna have to take you to our headquarters at Camp McCarran. Make sure you know the laws and all since your new comers.” They said and we started to follow them. I stared at the man’s gun; it had a small cylinder in the middle of it and a barrel sticking out of it. And then hanging off of his shoulder was some kind of rifle. Clearly this caused some uncomfortable problems because he kept switching shoulders with it. “Hold! It seems as though we have come across a powder ganger camp.” Michael grinned from the back of the group. Michael pulled his rifle and led the group behind a rock.
“Powder gangers are basically a gang of bad guys. They are more like people that act desperate for things they can easily get if they just find a decent job in this wasteland. But then again I have come across fairly wealthy powder gangers.” Michael explained. We heard shots and I peeked my head out. George had blown a powder ganger’s arm clean off and let them retreat to some other place. He turned to face us and then fell. He had been shot in the leg by a powder ganger that apparently was either coming back to that camp or meeting with someone at that camp. “Michael, George has been shot in the leg!” I yelled. Michael grabbed his rifle and blew the man’s head off. We all ran to crowd George. He groaned in pain.
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We had reached the camp with George being carried; we were at “nightfall” as Michael called it. McCarran was full of NCR troops much like Michael and George. We were in some kind of office all crowded together. “Alright now form a line.” Sergeant Lorin commanded. We all followed the orders instantly, I was first in line (In the Vault, we were trained to let the youngest go first. I was the final kid to be born in the vault.).
“Hi there son, what is your name?” She asked. After answering that we went through some basic questions about me. Finally we came down to a single question that made me think. “What job do you think you will have a shot at in the wasteland?” She asked looking up from her paper. “Since I was in security `, I have some experience for some kind of police man.” I hesitated. She smiled, “I would recommend you to join the NCR, but you have to be older than 21. But, I am sure with some good effort you can find a job in no time. New Vegas is where you would want to start, here is a passport to enter. Do not lose this until you first get into New Vegas. Those Robots sure know how to kill.”
Feel free too comment and tell me what you think.