Another shot richocheyd off the wall, francine ducked behind a metal barrle, I was already prone behind a robot recharge pad. I stood up and began laying into the security bots with my Assault Rifle, Francine kicked herself up from behind the barrle and opened up on the bots with her sniper rifle. I ducked down to reload my clip, to my horror I watched as a round met Francines head, Head against lead, Lead won. Francines corpse fell to the floor, her grey matter leaking out over the metalic flooring.
"DAMNIT!" I cired as I jumped up again my gun reloaded, I managed to add a few extra ventalation holes into the bodys of the remaining two bots, they fell. Harold stood up from behind the crate he was next to and reloaded his weapon, Grey was close by.
We all looked at Francines body as it lay there motionless, leaking. One of the security bots must have been hanging on by a thread because the next thing I remeber is a gunshot and a massive pain in my side.
I clasped My stomache tight, blood was slowly trickling out of the wound just above my pelvis on the left side. The security bot had got off a lucky shot that had passed through my leather armour. I was in pretty bad shape. Harold span around and finished off the already near death security bot, he walked over to me and helped me to my feet.
"Your in bad shape mark, head on back to the surface, me and Grey will meet you there once we have stopped the source of these damn muties."
I nodded and began stubmbling back towards the eleveator I took one last look behind me and watched Harold and Grey proceed further into the complex. Man this place was filled with technology, mutants and hostile security robots too.
I stumbled into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. As the elevator hummed into action I lent against the wall, holstering my Assault Rifle in the custom harness I had build for it thay lay over my stomache I reached into my backpack and pulled out my last Stimpack. Ramming the needle into my stomache I watched as the strange red liquid depleted itself into my gut.
Almost immedialty I felt much better, regaining some of my sences I hit the emergency stop button on the lift. The lift grinded to a halt between floor 1 and 2. I slid to the floor and swung my backpack around to my side, reaching into it I pulled out my medkit. I had almost immediatly realised that the wound on my stomache would need more than a few stimpacks to heal up. I spent about five minuets in the lift applying a good temporary feild dressing.
I stood up again, the stimpack had taken full effect and I was feeling strong enough to make my way out of this abandoned technological monolith. I unpulled the emergency stop button from the lift pannle and the life hummed back into action. Soon I was on the ground floor. Straigh ahead of me lay Lassars body, a giant creature of some kind had got him while she was trying to disable the force feild emmiter. Poor basterd, the top hald of her still lay on the other side of the active green force feild a trail of blood no doubt lead to the remains of her legs and pelvis.
Grey had tryed to shoot the mutated beast before it could make off, the shotgun shots littered all over the wall were testament to the creatures agility. Harold and I had not seen the creature as we were still dealing with the last of the rad scorpions. Grey had discribed the creature to be some kind of mutated lizzard with massive hand like claws.
When Lassar got killed she took our only means of disabling force feilds with her. We had had to make our way around through the small gaurd quaters a bit further down. The quaters were relativly safe, the only inhabitants were bunks and lockers, all empty. The room after that however had been the security bot room. This was the room I now stood in, I limped my way towards the exit, my Assault rifle firmly gripped by both hands. I reached the main door, natural light streamed through the open blast door that was jammed open by a metal pole Francine had found outside.
Just as I was taking the final steps out of the base I heard a noise behing me. I span around, my eyes widened as I recognised the monster, I had heard stories of beast such at this but I never though I would come face to face with a Death Claw. The beast stood ten foot tall and its hands were easyily the size of my chest.
The monster had blood all over its face and claws and what appeared to be a peice of Lassars clothing lodged in its mouth. The images of Lassars upper hald flashed through my mind. almost as a natural reaction I raised my Assault Rifle and began shooting. The huge monster leapt fowards with shocking speed for its size I was half way through taking a step backwards when it landed on me. The next part got a little blurry but I remember staggering away afterwards a massive gash in my back and side. The monster was dead as far as I could tell, I had not stopped stabbing it with my knife until its blood splashed up onto my face with each thrust.
I managed to make it to one of our bramin that we had dragging the carts, I must of uncliped its harnes and tried to ride back to the Hub because next thing I remember I was in the middle of the desert and a man in massive metal armour was picking me up off of the dehydrated bramin. When I woke up again I was in the Brotherhood Of Steel base, Apparently one of the patrols had found me nearly dead and unconsciouse on the back of a bramin north of the BOS base. They allowed my to stay on the upper level of the base until the next caravan arrived, then I would have to return to whatever settlement with them. A caravan arrived two days later from Junktown, I saddled up with them and left the BOS base giving them my best regards and thanks for saving my life.
I arrived at the Junktown three weeks after we had discovered the Base in the mountains. To my name I had a 9mm pistol with no ammo, a knife a few scraps of food and water, about 200 caps and a suit of leather armour. But thats when my troubles really began.
"DAMNIT!" I cired as I jumped up again my gun reloaded, I managed to add a few extra ventalation holes into the bodys of the remaining two bots, they fell. Harold stood up from behind the crate he was next to and reloaded his weapon, Grey was close by.
We all looked at Francines body as it lay there motionless, leaking. One of the security bots must have been hanging on by a thread because the next thing I remeber is a gunshot and a massive pain in my side.
I clasped My stomache tight, blood was slowly trickling out of the wound just above my pelvis on the left side. The security bot had got off a lucky shot that had passed through my leather armour. I was in pretty bad shape. Harold span around and finished off the already near death security bot, he walked over to me and helped me to my feet.
"Your in bad shape mark, head on back to the surface, me and Grey will meet you there once we have stopped the source of these damn muties."
I nodded and began stubmbling back towards the eleveator I took one last look behind me and watched Harold and Grey proceed further into the complex. Man this place was filled with technology, mutants and hostile security robots too.
I stumbled into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. As the elevator hummed into action I lent against the wall, holstering my Assault Rifle in the custom harness I had build for it thay lay over my stomache I reached into my backpack and pulled out my last Stimpack. Ramming the needle into my stomache I watched as the strange red liquid depleted itself into my gut.
Almost immedialty I felt much better, regaining some of my sences I hit the emergency stop button on the lift. The lift grinded to a halt between floor 1 and 2. I slid to the floor and swung my backpack around to my side, reaching into it I pulled out my medkit. I had almost immediatly realised that the wound on my stomache would need more than a few stimpacks to heal up. I spent about five minuets in the lift applying a good temporary feild dressing.
I stood up again, the stimpack had taken full effect and I was feeling strong enough to make my way out of this abandoned technological monolith. I unpulled the emergency stop button from the lift pannle and the life hummed back into action. Soon I was on the ground floor. Straigh ahead of me lay Lassars body, a giant creature of some kind had got him while she was trying to disable the force feild emmiter. Poor basterd, the top hald of her still lay on the other side of the active green force feild a trail of blood no doubt lead to the remains of her legs and pelvis.
Grey had tryed to shoot the mutated beast before it could make off, the shotgun shots littered all over the wall were testament to the creatures agility. Harold and I had not seen the creature as we were still dealing with the last of the rad scorpions. Grey had discribed the creature to be some kind of mutated lizzard with massive hand like claws.
When Lassar got killed she took our only means of disabling force feilds with her. We had had to make our way around through the small gaurd quaters a bit further down. The quaters were relativly safe, the only inhabitants were bunks and lockers, all empty. The room after that however had been the security bot room. This was the room I now stood in, I limped my way towards the exit, my Assault rifle firmly gripped by both hands. I reached the main door, natural light streamed through the open blast door that was jammed open by a metal pole Francine had found outside.
Just as I was taking the final steps out of the base I heard a noise behing me. I span around, my eyes widened as I recognised the monster, I had heard stories of beast such at this but I never though I would come face to face with a Death Claw. The beast stood ten foot tall and its hands were easyily the size of my chest.
The monster had blood all over its face and claws and what appeared to be a peice of Lassars clothing lodged in its mouth. The images of Lassars upper hald flashed through my mind. almost as a natural reaction I raised my Assault Rifle and began shooting. The huge monster leapt fowards with shocking speed for its size I was half way through taking a step backwards when it landed on me. The next part got a little blurry but I remember staggering away afterwards a massive gash in my back and side. The monster was dead as far as I could tell, I had not stopped stabbing it with my knife until its blood splashed up onto my face with each thrust.
I managed to make it to one of our bramin that we had dragging the carts, I must of uncliped its harnes and tried to ride back to the Hub because next thing I remember I was in the middle of the desert and a man in massive metal armour was picking me up off of the dehydrated bramin. When I woke up again I was in the Brotherhood Of Steel base, Apparently one of the patrols had found me nearly dead and unconsciouse on the back of a bramin north of the BOS base. They allowed my to stay on the upper level of the base until the next caravan arrived, then I would have to return to whatever settlement with them. A caravan arrived two days later from Junktown, I saddled up with them and left the BOS base giving them my best regards and thanks for saving my life.
I arrived at the Junktown three weeks after we had discovered the Base in the mountains. To my name I had a 9mm pistol with no ammo, a knife a few scraps of food and water, about 200 caps and a suit of leather armour. But thats when my troubles really began.
Most of R.A. Salvatore's work is nothing but loosely-connected action sequences with throwaway characters and a paint-by-number approach. Important aspect of writing - SETTING!
