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Join the Illuminati and you can sneak peaks at the future chapters! (B-pen shouldn't have to do all the work ) Well to all those who liked "Fate Bringer" I bring you my next Fic "Mixture 013087". After your feedback take a shot at the plot so i can tell if im doing well...
Here we go folks!!!
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Mixture 013087
Mixture 013087 is an experimental dipping solution. Test subjects are to be dipped so that only there heads are exposed to the fluid. The mixture is in theory capable of increasing the combat and academic knowledge of super mutants. Test subjects should be dipped in FEV before being dipped in 013087 solution.
Previous test subjects showed a 400% increase in ability to process and store information. The test subjects where able to understand and remember complicated tactics and maneuvers that control subjects where unable to comprehend. The test subjects also had better leadership qualities and where able to command a full 100 normal super mutants.
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The master wasn’t satisfied. He wanted smarter warriors than even mixture 013087 could provide. He sat at his slime coated overseer chair and looked down at the concrete floor. How could he make a smarter warrior, a soldier that could command whole armies of troops?
The Masters single eye caught a blood splatter on the east wall of his chamber. He had plenty of blood covering his walls but this crimson stain was special. It was no normal blood. It was the blood of a one who called himself the vault dweller. Vault 13, of course!
“Sergeant! I need you in here right now!” screamed The Master into his intercom.
“Yes sir? What do you need my assistance for?” said the sergeant as he entered the chamber.
“I need you to go to Vault 13 for me and take 12 pure humans and keep them safe. The rest you may kill or dip I don’t care.” The Master said his voice changing between each sentence.
“Yes Sir!” barked the sergeant as he saluted The Master.
The Master hated it when people saluted him. He couldn’t salute back. He had no arms.
***
“Overseer we have a problem! We have a force of mutant soldiers breaking down the vault door! They seem to be heavily armed. Please advise.” The message came over the intercom as the overseer sat at his elevated platform going over water chip reports and civil dispute cases.
“Do everything you can to keep them outside that door,” The overseer said back doubting even his own orders, “and fight back if you need to.” This was it. Everything he had worked on so hard was about to be destroyed by a group of over grown freaks that bench press cars for fun.
His train of thought was broken abruptly by the vaults automated computer system.
“The vault doors have been breached by an outside force do not panic and find cover immediately.”
***
003 looked around his room. There was a bed that looked military like with its shiny metal bars and clean white sheets. At the bottom of the bed lies a single shiny footlocker without any sort of lock on it. There’s a small metal desk to his left that has a small computer on top of it. The light above his head flickers off at random intervals but most of the time it stays on.
“Why?”003 says to himself. “Why am I here?”
Then he remembered. The dip, the screaming, the pain, the feeling in his face it all makes sense. His face! As his hands touches his face his skin feels leathery and slimy. Every pore seems exaggerated and his nose seems to be missing. He runs over to his footlocker and stares down at the shiny metallic surface. His face is twisted in unimaginable ways. His skin is a slight color green and his eyes are mutated beyond reasonable proportions.
The screen at his desk flickers to life with a single picture. A pot of daisies sit on a window still, super imposed over the whole picture are the words “loading” and a single bar moving across below the words. 003 sits down on the provided chair and watches as the small bar moves itself slowly across the bottom of the screen. He moves the mouse idly around the screen waiting for what ever it is to load.
As the loading bar reaches the end of the screen the CPU box to his right makes clucking and whirling noises as the hard drive spins. The screen that greets him is a simple blue menu screen. There are 6 buttons going down vertically. Each one has a separate name one says “Basic Tactical Training” and is flashing. A voice is projected out of the speakers on the side of the monitor.
“Welcome test subject 003,” “003” he thinks what does it mean? “You have been chosen to be part of a great experiment designed by your leader The Master. You where dipped in a solution called mixture 013087. Only your head was exposed to the liquid. This mixture will increase your ability to learn, comprehend, and store information. You have been chosen to test the tactical ability of the test subjects. Your fellow test subjects have been chosen to do the following: 001 Medical, 002 Weapons handling, 004 Demolition, 005 Culinary, 006 Repair, 007 Leadership, 008 Logistical, 009 Training, 010 Energy weapons, 011 Defense, and 012 Stealth. Please click now on “Basic Tactical Training”.
He was chosen? How did they choose him? Why did they choose him? Why was only his head exposed to 013087? Why not his whole body? Who is the master? How did he get here? Come to think of it, where did he come from? These questions ran through his head. “You don’t have time.” He said to himself as he clicked on the button the computer told him to.
At the same time a box labeled “Food” came through a slit in the door. 003 sighed, “well at least they feed me.” he mumbled as he picked up the box and opened it.
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WAHOOOOO!!!!! now did the last few paragraphs fall apart because there is something wrong and i can't put my finger on it!
Here we go folks!!!
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Mixture 013087
Mixture 013087 is an experimental dipping solution. Test subjects are to be dipped so that only there heads are exposed to the fluid. The mixture is in theory capable of increasing the combat and academic knowledge of super mutants. Test subjects should be dipped in FEV before being dipped in 013087 solution.
Previous test subjects showed a 400% increase in ability to process and store information. The test subjects where able to understand and remember complicated tactics and maneuvers that control subjects where unable to comprehend. The test subjects also had better leadership qualities and where able to command a full 100 normal super mutants.
***
The master wasn’t satisfied. He wanted smarter warriors than even mixture 013087 could provide. He sat at his slime coated overseer chair and looked down at the concrete floor. How could he make a smarter warrior, a soldier that could command whole armies of troops?
The Masters single eye caught a blood splatter on the east wall of his chamber. He had plenty of blood covering his walls but this crimson stain was special. It was no normal blood. It was the blood of a one who called himself the vault dweller. Vault 13, of course!
“Sergeant! I need you in here right now!” screamed The Master into his intercom.
“Yes sir? What do you need my assistance for?” said the sergeant as he entered the chamber.
“I need you to go to Vault 13 for me and take 12 pure humans and keep them safe. The rest you may kill or dip I don’t care.” The Master said his voice changing between each sentence.
“Yes Sir!” barked the sergeant as he saluted The Master.
The Master hated it when people saluted him. He couldn’t salute back. He had no arms.
***
“Overseer we have a problem! We have a force of mutant soldiers breaking down the vault door! They seem to be heavily armed. Please advise.” The message came over the intercom as the overseer sat at his elevated platform going over water chip reports and civil dispute cases.
“Do everything you can to keep them outside that door,” The overseer said back doubting even his own orders, “and fight back if you need to.” This was it. Everything he had worked on so hard was about to be destroyed by a group of over grown freaks that bench press cars for fun.
His train of thought was broken abruptly by the vaults automated computer system.
“The vault doors have been breached by an outside force do not panic and find cover immediately.”
***
003 looked around his room. There was a bed that looked military like with its shiny metal bars and clean white sheets. At the bottom of the bed lies a single shiny footlocker without any sort of lock on it. There’s a small metal desk to his left that has a small computer on top of it. The light above his head flickers off at random intervals but most of the time it stays on.
“Why?”003 says to himself. “Why am I here?”
Then he remembered. The dip, the screaming, the pain, the feeling in his face it all makes sense. His face! As his hands touches his face his skin feels leathery and slimy. Every pore seems exaggerated and his nose seems to be missing. He runs over to his footlocker and stares down at the shiny metallic surface. His face is twisted in unimaginable ways. His skin is a slight color green and his eyes are mutated beyond reasonable proportions.
The screen at his desk flickers to life with a single picture. A pot of daisies sit on a window still, super imposed over the whole picture are the words “loading” and a single bar moving across below the words. 003 sits down on the provided chair and watches as the small bar moves itself slowly across the bottom of the screen. He moves the mouse idly around the screen waiting for what ever it is to load.
As the loading bar reaches the end of the screen the CPU box to his right makes clucking and whirling noises as the hard drive spins. The screen that greets him is a simple blue menu screen. There are 6 buttons going down vertically. Each one has a separate name one says “Basic Tactical Training” and is flashing. A voice is projected out of the speakers on the side of the monitor.
“Welcome test subject 003,” “003” he thinks what does it mean? “You have been chosen to be part of a great experiment designed by your leader The Master. You where dipped in a solution called mixture 013087. Only your head was exposed to the liquid. This mixture will increase your ability to learn, comprehend, and store information. You have been chosen to test the tactical ability of the test subjects. Your fellow test subjects have been chosen to do the following: 001 Medical, 002 Weapons handling, 004 Demolition, 005 Culinary, 006 Repair, 007 Leadership, 008 Logistical, 009 Training, 010 Energy weapons, 011 Defense, and 012 Stealth. Please click now on “Basic Tactical Training”.
He was chosen? How did they choose him? Why did they choose him? Why was only his head exposed to 013087? Why not his whole body? Who is the master? How did he get here? Come to think of it, where did he come from? These questions ran through his head. “You don’t have time.” He said to himself as he clicked on the button the computer told him to.
At the same time a box labeled “Food” came through a slit in the door. 003 sighed, “well at least they feed me.” he mumbled as he picked up the box and opened it.
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WAHOOOOO!!!!! now did the last few paragraphs fall apart because there is something wrong and i can't put my finger on it!