The one Vault.
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The Vault Dweller
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Nology5890
Where'd That 6th Toe Come From?
@ Tycell: Depends on how committed you are to the story, much like this one. Perhaps the reason why you do so well on this is because you are well-versed in the material, and on the world that it takes place in. But, I'd probably read any other works of yours, as I enjoy this one. 
mr. pastorius
A Smooth-Skin
Muff said:
I think this explains a lot, ehehe.
Tycell said:
*Like a U-boat rising from 200 meters with the balast blown and engines flank I bump thee!*
Hey guys.
Good news and bad news:
Good: I feel a spurr of One Vault story writing comming on.
Bad: I've lost the original word document containing the previous story, so I'll have to start that over.
So where were we... ah yes. Choice A. Writing now.
Hey guys.
Good news and bad news:
Good: I feel a spurr of One Vault story writing comming on.
Bad: I've lost the original word document containing the previous story, so I'll have to start that over.
So where were we... ah yes. Choice A. Writing now.
Nology5890
Where'd That 6th Toe Come From?
Well, well. I swear to God, I'm not stalking you. 
It's good to see you back, can't wait for the next installment.
It's good to see you back, can't wait for the next installment.Chapter 2: Onwards and Outwards, Part 3 - ‘Knocking at my chamber door.’
Tim fell to his knees, pressing them into the softer mud that lined the river. Bending forward he took a scoop of water in his hands and sucked it into his dry mouth. Lydia and Vasquez quickly followed suit and all three of them began slurping up the fresh sparkling water. It felt like the right choice, coming back down to the valley bed for much needed and appreciated water, even if it was barley lit by the dying last shimmers of daylight.
Refreshed with the sweet clear waters of the river the trio quickly set up a make shift camp with a fire and two tents. The idea was simple, one stood guard, two slept, changing the guard every two and a half hours. Tim took first watch and soon found himself lying in the left over warmth of Lydia’s curvaceous body while she took second watch; sleep found him quickly.
The first thing Tim became aware of was eerie quiet, nothing to be heard save for the faint whisper of trees dancing in the soft wind. No birds, no animals, nothing but the wind to shake the half dead trees. Tim opened his eyes, slowly his senses collided into alignment with his mind and he was awake, for the most part. Then a new sound cracked into existence; the sound of powdered explosives detonating and propelling a small metallic lump through a metal pipe at high speed. It took a moment for Tim’s still sleeping mind to put the pieces together.
His eyes slid open listening through the quiet of the forest for more. Another shot rang out follow by another, Tim ripped himself from his sleeping bag hurriedly pulling on his boots and grabbing his assault rifle as he almost collapsed out of the tent. As he did more gunshots rang out, closer this time, follow quickly by a panicked cry for help by Vasquez.
Tim cocked the Assault rifle his eyes darting from tree to tree trying to catch sight of his troubled companion. Another gunshot rang out giving Tim some sort rough idea of which direction to go. Tim sprang into action; Lydia was just crawling out of her tent as Tim stormed into the sea of trees. Tim could feel his heart pounding in his chest the sound of his boots stomping through the undergrowth as he jumped over logs and rocks rolled like war drums through his body forcing him awake as adrenalin pumped through his veins.
A scream of terror lead Tim further into the tree line away from the river, gripping the Assault rifle tightly in both hands and with his breath heavy and fast he caught sight of Vasquez and hastened his pace towards him. Vasquez collapsed against a tree sliding down it onto the floor his right arm shredded from the elbow down and his jump suit soaked in blood down that side.
“HELP ME!” He shrieked staring at Tim, pure terror in his eyes.
Vasquez looked over his shoulder pushing his body onto its left side and kicking with his legs trying desperately to push himself further from whatever was behind him. Tim ran towards Vasquez, gun ready, and prepared to fend off his attacker. Tim stopped dead in his tracks his jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
“AAAAHHHH!” Vasquez’s’ cry rang out as the aggressor emerged from the trees behind him.
The beast was easily eight or nine foot tall with huge muscular yellow scaled legs each tipped with massive powerful claws. Its arms were long and thick each one ended with another claw, its nails sharp and intimidating. Its head was flat on top with a thick coat of short fine feathers running from its eyes down its back and covering its body. Its huge jaw was black, tipped in white, with yellow lining around where it connected to the head. Its eyes were deep, dark and massive fixed upon Vasquez’s quivering body.
The monster had stumps protruding from its elbows which, it seemed, hadn’t yet fully disappeared into the oblivion of this mutated evolution. The stumps were probably once wings and behind the monster it seemed to have a short left over red tail as well. This thing, like the rabbits, was probably once a normal wildlife creature as the towering monstrosity resembled a Red Tail Hawk.
Tim didn’t have the will to move or speak or even breathe. He was frozen solid to the spot terrified at the sight of this abomination which was drooling over his companion. Fixed to the spot Vasquez’s screams fell on deaf ears as Tim was momentarily disconnected from reality. The huge creature swiped at Vasquez its claws sheering through flesh and clothes, blood flicked up onto the tree Vasquez was laying next too. Suddenly Tim snapped back into the world and in a sort of automatic rage he raised his Assault Rifle and squeezed the trigger.
“Shit.” The quiet whimper was the only noise that came from Tim, the main sound being the automatic fire from his Assault rifle and the cries of the monster as the bullets cracked into it.
The large monster writhed in pain for a moment but to Tim’s dismay didn’t keel over, squawking its last. This thing, whatever it was now, was not as easy to kill as its normal feathery ancestors. The magazine of the Assault rifle ran dry and immediately Tim felt a cold whisper of death in his ear. The inability to think was the only thing keeping Tim from turning tail and running. The only thing that existed right now was the Assault Rifle and the next full magazine. The empty clip fell to the forest floor Tim’s hand holding a fresh magazine fumbled around on the bottom of the rifle trying to get the new rack of bullets into the gun.
The hawk like beast created a thunderous thud with every footstep its eyes now fixed on its new prey that it was approaching, the one desperately trying to reload his damned Assault Rifle. Tim almost felt his heart stop for a moment at the sliding sound of metal on metal and the click which told him the gun was loaded. He raised his head to face the monster as his right hand pulled back the breech, loading the next bullet. Tim’s finger had the trigger down before his hand had properly gripped the handle but it didn’t matter.
There was a short spray of bullets before the Assault Rifle was knocked from Tim’s hands with awesome power. The monster was upon him; its first blow had not only disarmed him but also sent him flying onto his back, winded. Tim could only look up in a sort of panicked disbelief as the monster stepped forward to tear into him. Just as it did a yellow light suddenly appeared on the beast’s chest and it jumped back crying out. Tim focused himself crawling backwards on his hands. There was a whizzing sound as another flaming arrow hit the monster in the chest. The beast cried out again stepping back and thrashing its body trying to pull its head away from the flames.
The creature was backing down another flaming arrow flew in from the tree line behind Tim missing the creature but pushing it further back away from Tim. Tim saw his chance and took it, scrambling on his hands and knees he reached the dropped Assault Rifle. Sliding down next to the rifle he grabbed it and swung it round to face the monster. Another two arrows came whistling in. One hit the monster in the chest, one in the head. The one in the head stuck the flames scorching the beasts’ eye. It screamed out and turned, Tim watched as the monster sprinted away thrashing its head and almost roaring with anger.
Tim realized he had been holding his breath and let a fresh gasp of air slip by his lips. The monsters cries faded into the undergrowth, it was fast when it wanted to be it appeared. Tim looked over towards Vasquez, he was dead, most of his inners had been torn out and a blank eyes open expression was left stamped onto his bloodied face. Rolling up onto his knees Tim looked back to spot his savior. Two figures moved in the shaded tree line. They were both dressed in make shift camouflage with various leaves and twigs bound together Tim could see that at least one was holding a bow.
“Hey! You guys so have-“ Tim’s words of praise were cut short as another flaming arrow flew past his head.
“Hey!” He cried.
Another arrow came in and grazed his arm sending a bolt of pain through his body. Tim ducked down, whoever these guys where they weren’t friendly, their act of heroism only to suit their own ends. Tim gripped the Assault rifle and sprung to his feet, aiming from the waist he squeezed the trigger. A single shot went off accompanied by a muzzle flash from the breech of the gun and an unhealthy hammer of metal on metal, the Assault Rifle was jammed. Tim looked up fully expecting an arrow to land in his face.
“Shit! He’s got a gun!” One of the camouflaged men shouted.
“Fuck that!” The other responded.
Both men turned and began to run. Tim was stood still for a moment in bewilderment. Then Lydia flashed through his mind, she was still at the camp, was she ok? What might these Robin Hood types do to her? Tim broke into a run following the two would be heroes. He chased them as best he could but they were fast always one tree too far to get a good look at. As the chase neared the camp site one of the men shouted out.
“RUN! HE’S GOT A FUCKING MACHINE GUN!”
There was a bustle of commotion but by the time Tim reached the camp site there was little left. Panting and with his legs aching slightly from the chase Tim could only look onwards as a moderate group of men disappeared into the trees carrying away various pieces of the camp in their arms, they were fast. Tim almost shouted out but realized there was no point. They were gone and quickly the noises of their retreat faded into the forest. Tim rested his left hand on his knee and used the Assault rifle to prop up the other arm. It was then Tim got to see what was wrong with the Assault Rifle.
The barrel was scrap, it was bent badly out of shape and the frame of the rifle itself was falling apart like when Tim had first found it. The breech had scorch marks across it where Tim had fired the rifle broken. The slug was probably lodged in the barrel as well. This gun had fired its last. Tim suddenly remembered why he had chased the men so aggressively.
“Lydia? …Lydia!” Tim began to search the ruins of the camp for any sign of her. He found none.
The men had stripped the camp badly, one of the tents was completely missing the other had collapsed in on itself. Various bits and pieces were scattered across the floor where it appeared the trio’s bags had been emptied out onto the floor. The place was a mess and Tim was without any sort of weapon. It was then that Tim spotted drag marks in the dry dirt. There was a small blood stain on a nearby rock. It looked as though Lydia had been taken prisoner by the armed bandits.
Tim collapsed on a rock, his emotions like mud under the marching boots of this new harsh world that had been created in a bath of nuclear fire. After a moment he pulled himself together. Still breathing quite heavily he reached a conclusion. He had to carry on; there was no turning back now. Everyone was depending on his ability to retrieve the fusion cells. Lydia had been taken as a hostage and Vasquez torn apart by some mutated monster which still roamed the forest. But Tim refused to go back; he wouldn’t go back to base with his tail between his legs. He had to carry on. Somehow he had to find the strength to continue.
Choice time!
What does Tim Do?
A: Grab a few essential items and set off on the trail of the bandits, hoping to catch up with them.
B: Search the camp, salvage everything he can, bury Vasquez’s body and continue his search for the Fusion Cells and Lydia.
So guys what do you think? Do I still have it?
Also, here is a picture I found when looking the right sort of animal to have attack them in the forest. Should give you some idea of what the beasty USED to be before radiation and god knows what got a hold of it.
http://www.sculptures-by-bjh.com/images/Red Tailed Hawk Front-3-4 LEFT-840.jpg
Tim fell to his knees, pressing them into the softer mud that lined the river. Bending forward he took a scoop of water in his hands and sucked it into his dry mouth. Lydia and Vasquez quickly followed suit and all three of them began slurping up the fresh sparkling water. It felt like the right choice, coming back down to the valley bed for much needed and appreciated water, even if it was barley lit by the dying last shimmers of daylight.
Refreshed with the sweet clear waters of the river the trio quickly set up a make shift camp with a fire and two tents. The idea was simple, one stood guard, two slept, changing the guard every two and a half hours. Tim took first watch and soon found himself lying in the left over warmth of Lydia’s curvaceous body while she took second watch; sleep found him quickly.
The first thing Tim became aware of was eerie quiet, nothing to be heard save for the faint whisper of trees dancing in the soft wind. No birds, no animals, nothing but the wind to shake the half dead trees. Tim opened his eyes, slowly his senses collided into alignment with his mind and he was awake, for the most part. Then a new sound cracked into existence; the sound of powdered explosives detonating and propelling a small metallic lump through a metal pipe at high speed. It took a moment for Tim’s still sleeping mind to put the pieces together.
His eyes slid open listening through the quiet of the forest for more. Another shot rang out follow by another, Tim ripped himself from his sleeping bag hurriedly pulling on his boots and grabbing his assault rifle as he almost collapsed out of the tent. As he did more gunshots rang out, closer this time, follow quickly by a panicked cry for help by Vasquez.
Tim cocked the Assault rifle his eyes darting from tree to tree trying to catch sight of his troubled companion. Another gunshot rang out giving Tim some sort rough idea of which direction to go. Tim sprang into action; Lydia was just crawling out of her tent as Tim stormed into the sea of trees. Tim could feel his heart pounding in his chest the sound of his boots stomping through the undergrowth as he jumped over logs and rocks rolled like war drums through his body forcing him awake as adrenalin pumped through his veins.
A scream of terror lead Tim further into the tree line away from the river, gripping the Assault rifle tightly in both hands and with his breath heavy and fast he caught sight of Vasquez and hastened his pace towards him. Vasquez collapsed against a tree sliding down it onto the floor his right arm shredded from the elbow down and his jump suit soaked in blood down that side.
“HELP ME!” He shrieked staring at Tim, pure terror in his eyes.
Vasquez looked over his shoulder pushing his body onto its left side and kicking with his legs trying desperately to push himself further from whatever was behind him. Tim ran towards Vasquez, gun ready, and prepared to fend off his attacker. Tim stopped dead in his tracks his jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
“AAAAHHHH!” Vasquez’s’ cry rang out as the aggressor emerged from the trees behind him.
The beast was easily eight or nine foot tall with huge muscular yellow scaled legs each tipped with massive powerful claws. Its arms were long and thick each one ended with another claw, its nails sharp and intimidating. Its head was flat on top with a thick coat of short fine feathers running from its eyes down its back and covering its body. Its huge jaw was black, tipped in white, with yellow lining around where it connected to the head. Its eyes were deep, dark and massive fixed upon Vasquez’s quivering body.
The monster had stumps protruding from its elbows which, it seemed, hadn’t yet fully disappeared into the oblivion of this mutated evolution. The stumps were probably once wings and behind the monster it seemed to have a short left over red tail as well. This thing, like the rabbits, was probably once a normal wildlife creature as the towering monstrosity resembled a Red Tail Hawk.
Tim didn’t have the will to move or speak or even breathe. He was frozen solid to the spot terrified at the sight of this abomination which was drooling over his companion. Fixed to the spot Vasquez’s screams fell on deaf ears as Tim was momentarily disconnected from reality. The huge creature swiped at Vasquez its claws sheering through flesh and clothes, blood flicked up onto the tree Vasquez was laying next too. Suddenly Tim snapped back into the world and in a sort of automatic rage he raised his Assault Rifle and squeezed the trigger.
“Shit.” The quiet whimper was the only noise that came from Tim, the main sound being the automatic fire from his Assault rifle and the cries of the monster as the bullets cracked into it.
The large monster writhed in pain for a moment but to Tim’s dismay didn’t keel over, squawking its last. This thing, whatever it was now, was not as easy to kill as its normal feathery ancestors. The magazine of the Assault rifle ran dry and immediately Tim felt a cold whisper of death in his ear. The inability to think was the only thing keeping Tim from turning tail and running. The only thing that existed right now was the Assault Rifle and the next full magazine. The empty clip fell to the forest floor Tim’s hand holding a fresh magazine fumbled around on the bottom of the rifle trying to get the new rack of bullets into the gun.
The hawk like beast created a thunderous thud with every footstep its eyes now fixed on its new prey that it was approaching, the one desperately trying to reload his damned Assault Rifle. Tim almost felt his heart stop for a moment at the sliding sound of metal on metal and the click which told him the gun was loaded. He raised his head to face the monster as his right hand pulled back the breech, loading the next bullet. Tim’s finger had the trigger down before his hand had properly gripped the handle but it didn’t matter.
There was a short spray of bullets before the Assault Rifle was knocked from Tim’s hands with awesome power. The monster was upon him; its first blow had not only disarmed him but also sent him flying onto his back, winded. Tim could only look up in a sort of panicked disbelief as the monster stepped forward to tear into him. Just as it did a yellow light suddenly appeared on the beast’s chest and it jumped back crying out. Tim focused himself crawling backwards on his hands. There was a whizzing sound as another flaming arrow hit the monster in the chest. The beast cried out again stepping back and thrashing its body trying to pull its head away from the flames.
The creature was backing down another flaming arrow flew in from the tree line behind Tim missing the creature but pushing it further back away from Tim. Tim saw his chance and took it, scrambling on his hands and knees he reached the dropped Assault Rifle. Sliding down next to the rifle he grabbed it and swung it round to face the monster. Another two arrows came whistling in. One hit the monster in the chest, one in the head. The one in the head stuck the flames scorching the beasts’ eye. It screamed out and turned, Tim watched as the monster sprinted away thrashing its head and almost roaring with anger.
Tim realized he had been holding his breath and let a fresh gasp of air slip by his lips. The monsters cries faded into the undergrowth, it was fast when it wanted to be it appeared. Tim looked over towards Vasquez, he was dead, most of his inners had been torn out and a blank eyes open expression was left stamped onto his bloodied face. Rolling up onto his knees Tim looked back to spot his savior. Two figures moved in the shaded tree line. They were both dressed in make shift camouflage with various leaves and twigs bound together Tim could see that at least one was holding a bow.
“Hey! You guys so have-“ Tim’s words of praise were cut short as another flaming arrow flew past his head.
“Hey!” He cried.
Another arrow came in and grazed his arm sending a bolt of pain through his body. Tim ducked down, whoever these guys where they weren’t friendly, their act of heroism only to suit their own ends. Tim gripped the Assault rifle and sprung to his feet, aiming from the waist he squeezed the trigger. A single shot went off accompanied by a muzzle flash from the breech of the gun and an unhealthy hammer of metal on metal, the Assault Rifle was jammed. Tim looked up fully expecting an arrow to land in his face.
“Shit! He’s got a gun!” One of the camouflaged men shouted.
“Fuck that!” The other responded.
Both men turned and began to run. Tim was stood still for a moment in bewilderment. Then Lydia flashed through his mind, she was still at the camp, was she ok? What might these Robin Hood types do to her? Tim broke into a run following the two would be heroes. He chased them as best he could but they were fast always one tree too far to get a good look at. As the chase neared the camp site one of the men shouted out.
“RUN! HE’S GOT A FUCKING MACHINE GUN!”
There was a bustle of commotion but by the time Tim reached the camp site there was little left. Panting and with his legs aching slightly from the chase Tim could only look onwards as a moderate group of men disappeared into the trees carrying away various pieces of the camp in their arms, they were fast. Tim almost shouted out but realized there was no point. They were gone and quickly the noises of their retreat faded into the forest. Tim rested his left hand on his knee and used the Assault rifle to prop up the other arm. It was then Tim got to see what was wrong with the Assault Rifle.
The barrel was scrap, it was bent badly out of shape and the frame of the rifle itself was falling apart like when Tim had first found it. The breech had scorch marks across it where Tim had fired the rifle broken. The slug was probably lodged in the barrel as well. This gun had fired its last. Tim suddenly remembered why he had chased the men so aggressively.
“Lydia? …Lydia!” Tim began to search the ruins of the camp for any sign of her. He found none.
The men had stripped the camp badly, one of the tents was completely missing the other had collapsed in on itself. Various bits and pieces were scattered across the floor where it appeared the trio’s bags had been emptied out onto the floor. The place was a mess and Tim was without any sort of weapon. It was then that Tim spotted drag marks in the dry dirt. There was a small blood stain on a nearby rock. It looked as though Lydia had been taken prisoner by the armed bandits.
Tim collapsed on a rock, his emotions like mud under the marching boots of this new harsh world that had been created in a bath of nuclear fire. After a moment he pulled himself together. Still breathing quite heavily he reached a conclusion. He had to carry on; there was no turning back now. Everyone was depending on his ability to retrieve the fusion cells. Lydia had been taken as a hostage and Vasquez torn apart by some mutated monster which still roamed the forest. But Tim refused to go back; he wouldn’t go back to base with his tail between his legs. He had to carry on. Somehow he had to find the strength to continue.
Choice time!
What does Tim Do?
A: Grab a few essential items and set off on the trail of the bandits, hoping to catch up with them.
B: Search the camp, salvage everything he can, bury Vasquez’s body and continue his search for the Fusion Cells and Lydia.
So guys what do you think? Do I still have it?
Also, here is a picture I found when looking the right sort of animal to have attack them in the forest. Should give you some idea of what the beasty USED to be before radiation and god knows what got a hold of it.
http://www.sculptures-by-bjh.com/images/Red Tailed Hawk Front-3-4 LEFT-840.jpg
Yep, you've still got it! The mutated hawk was a very nice touch. Wouldn't the bandits have heard the automatic rifle fire from when Tim emptied his first magazine into it, though? They probably shouldn't have been surprised to learn he had one.
Anyway, I choose A. The bandits have probably taken almost everything of value already, and wasting precious time searching will mean their trail grows colder. Vasquez is beyond help, and burying him isn't important now. He's already dead, but Lydia is still alive and Tim can still help her.
Anyway, I choose A. The bandits have probably taken almost everything of value already, and wasting precious time searching will mean their trail grows colder. Vasquez is beyond help, and burying him isn't important now. He's already dead, but Lydia is still alive and Tim can still help her.
Hotel California
Mildly Dipped
My Falloutyness is screaming at me too LOOT the camp, Vasquez's body and just about anything else Tim can lay his hands on but I don't think thats really the best idea in the circumstances!
You should go for a) - get after them. Even without a weapon I suspect Tim is too poor a tracker to stay and try to find them later!
You should go for a) - get after them. Even without a weapon I suspect Tim is too poor a tracker to stay and try to find them later!
Awesome guys.
I remember now why its so interesting to have choices, seeing what everyone thinks and such.
Thanks for all the feedback. I'm really anxious to start writing the next part but I want to let the choices fill up a bit first, give people a chance to get back into it.
I remember now why its so interesting to have choices, seeing what everyone thinks and such.
Thanks for all the feedback. I'm really anxious to start writing the next part but I want to let the choices fill up a bit first, give people a chance to get back into it.
Nology5890
Where'd That 6th Toe Come From?
I'd go with A, mainly for the reasons Handy and Hotel posted. I mean, Vasquez can be buried later (so what if he gets munched on a bit, he's a little too busy being DEAD to notice), but Tim's not likely to keep their trail unless he was a professional tracker.
Chapter 2: Onwards and Outwards, Part 4 - ‘Contact.’
Tim slung the broken Assault Rifle over his back and quickly walked over the ruins of the camp, heading for the ruined tent. He scooped up a rucksack and a few ration packs, grabbed a bundle of full canteens and threw open the ruined tent. The first thing on Tim’s mind was a weapon. As Tim rummaged through the tent ruins his hand hit something metal beneath one of the sleeping bags. Pulling the bag back he slid the object out into the open, it was a pipe rifle. Tim picked it up, quickly checking it over, and slid it into the webbing on his rucksack. A few moments later Tim was off, hot on the trail of the bandits. On his back was everything, the broken assault rifle, the pipe rifle, some food, water and ammunition for both the pipe rifle and the broken assault rifle.
Tim was optimistic at first, hurriedly he made his way through the woods following the basic direction the bandits had taken. As the day rolled on and morning became noon Tim’s hopes of finding the bandits began to waver. It had been over four hours now and no sign of them what so ever. Tim stopped for a moment one foot rested on a large rock while he drew a canteen of water and took a swig. The woods had been slowly getting thinning out and the terrain was now breaking into more open grassland with patches of trees. The sun blazed brilliantly in the sky and there was little wind to speak of.
Tim tilted his head back as he took another swig from his canteen, as he did this his eye caught something. A thin plume of smoke rose up in the distance, at last a break. Tim quickly re-secured the Canteen of water in his backpack and started making his way towards the smoke, heading back down into the valley. An hour later Tim was completely out of the woods and onto rolling grassland, the river still flowed alongside him and was slightly wider now than before. Over the next hill Tim suddenly found himself at the edge of a flat field of crops. All the crops planted in line orderly and precise, could this be the bandit camp?
Tim spotted a large mound of earth at the other end of the field and headed toward it. He was still a fair way off from the smoke so he carelessly climbed the large pile of moved earth, nearly reaching the top he feel flat to his belly and crawled back slightly. Before him was a large tower like structure, it appeared to be a moderately sized farmhouse at one point but someone had purposefully built a large watch tower on top of the original stone structure from scaffolding and canvas.
There were two sentries patrolling the top of the tower, keeping watch over the surroundings. Tim had been too careless and could only watch as one of the sentries spotted him and alerted his companion. The two men examined Tim’s position for a moment, Tim slowly began crawling back down the pile of dirt, once he was out of sight he rolled over onto his back, pulling the rucksack round to his side and slid the Pipe Rifle out from its webbing. Breaking the rifle he pulled a 10mm round from his breast pocket and loaded the gun, snapping it back in place. These bastards were going to pay for what they did.
Tim’s gaze shot up at the sound of a dull explosion. A red flare shot up into the sky, it reached its peak altitude and fell for just a moment before a small parachute deployed and slowed its decent to a crawl. The sentries had raised the alarm. The sound of commotion came from the farm house building and as Tim peered over the top of the mound he could see the sentries arming themselves and pointing his way. Tim decided it would be best to flank them, keep moving around, so they wouldn’t know he was alone and armed with a single shot weapon.
Crawling around the earth mound just out of sight Tim began to make his way around to the other side of the dirt hill. After a few minutes the sound of an engine broke the silence. Tim was stunned and hadn’t planned for this. The bandits had been armed with bows and arrows; he didn’t count on them having a vehicle as well. Tim decided to peek over the top of the dirt hill; beside the large farmhouse was a large strange looking truck, a large group of armed men were disembarking from the truck and calling up to the sentries in the tower The sentries called back down and pointed in the direction they had first spotted Tim.
Tim decided to keep watching for a moment; slowly he pulled his pipe rifle up beside him with one hand on the barrel. He heard the footsteps too late, turning around just as the figure kicked the pipe rifle out from under his hand and sent it rolling down the dirt mound. Tim looked up at his captor who stood over him armed and purposefully.
“OVER HERE!” The man shouted, leveling both barrels of his shotgun on Tim’s head.
…
Tim struggled fruitlessly to break free from the ropes which tied his hands behind him. He had been taken to the farm building and out back into a large barn, sat on a chair and tied up with armed guards. All the doors on the barn had been shut and the only light came from the cracks in the wood walls and the gaps under the doors. The guards didn’t seem to care that Tim was trying to break free of his bonds and all his questions about where Lydia was and where they were keeping his stuff had gone unanswered. Just then a man entered the room from a side door, the sunlight closing off behind him as the door was pulled shut from the outside.
The man walked over to the two armed guards and spoke with them in a hushed voice. Tim couldn’t make out what they were saying. After a few moments of conversation with the guards the man approached the bound and helpless Tim. As he approached Tim got a better look at him. He was average height and was wearing knee high combat boots, he had a leather jacket on, open at the front with a black shirt underneath and light blue worn jeans. The man himself was in his forties and had long thinning brown hair down just past his shoulders. His skin was an unhealthy pale color and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. He was carrying a pipe rifle by the mid barrel in his left hand.
“So, who’s Lydia?” The man asked.
“The woman you kidnapped from my camp you sons of-“Tim was cut off mid sentence.
“We didn’t attack your camp stranger. We’re a peaceful law abiding people.” The man rubbed his nose with his thumb and fore finger and then knelt down directly in front of Tim.
“Now you came from the woods, right? Sounds like you ran into the raider group out there. You’re lucky to be alive what with nothing but a broken gun and this pipe rifle.” The man had a kind and calm tone to his voice though the voice itself was quite rough and weathered.
“They call themselves ‘The Sick Medics’. Mainly because their leader was once a promising medical practitioner, but he went insane after the bombs dropped. Not a nice character, you wouldn’t like to meet him. Now I know you’re not one of his men like we first thought because you don’t have the mark they all have. When our guards spotted you they thought you were a scout for a raiding party. Sick Medics haven’t hit us in a while, not since they got their asses kicked last time. So it begs the question, who are you?” The man seemed straight forward enough but Tim didn’t want to tip his hand just yet.
“…I’m from a small camp past the forest.” Tim replied.
“Ahh… New to these parts then? How did you make it past the Death-Wing?” The man asked.
“Death-Wing?” Tim said, having some small idea as to what the man was talking about.
“Big thing, ten feet tall, looks like a bird. Has big claws and eats anything big enough that wonders into the forest?” The man had a curious tone to his voice.
“Yeah… I met that thing. You… Those men who attacked me scared it off with fire arrows.” Tim said, the feeling of imminent death slowly lifting.
“Fire arrows? Hm. Yeah that’s the Medics alright. You must have run into one of the younger beasts though. The older ones don’t get scared off by a few fire arrows.” The man stood up, walking over to a bale of hay, placing the pipe rifle on it he wiped his brow with a rag from his pocket.
“Now what’s all this about a Lydia?” The man asked.
Tim told him a shortened version of the story, how they were looking for Fusion Cells and how the bandits had attacked right after Vasquez got killed by the Death-Wing.
…
“That so? Sounds like you’ve had a pretty bad run.” The man turned and shouted to the two armed guards.
“Go get the truck started, tell everyone to load up.” The guards left the barn and the man turned back towards Tim.
“Well. I’ll give you a lift back with us into town. You can barter for whatever you like ‘round the market. Maybe even find a few people who know where you could find some Fusion Cells though if you ask me you’d want to head over to Lym. It’s a pretty high tech place, got lots of old pre war stuff knocking about there. As for your friend, Lydia, I’m afraid you’ve probably seen the last of her. Medics are fast, they could have her all the way back at their main camp by now. I feel for you, friend, really I do. But chances are she’s already dead by now. Their boss, ‘The Doctor’, likes to eat fresh meat, if you get my meaning.” The man approached Tim.
“I’m Miles Baxter by the way, Head Sentry and mayor of this fine settlement. You can call me Bax, everyone does.” Bax undid Tim’s bindings and gave him back all his stuff, including the Pipe Rifle.
…
The next few minutes Tim spent with Bax and his band of sentries. They all loaded up onto the truck and Bax explained that this place was a peaceful farming settlement. The flares from the towers around the outer farms were the best defense they could think of. When the sentries back at the main settlement saw the flares they came running with a truck full of armed men. It was a defense they had needed in the past to defend against various raider groups along with the odd pack of wild mutated animals.
Bax and his men were friendly enough; they gave Tim some fresh water and a free ride in their unusual large electric powered truck. The smoke Tim had seen had been the sentries recharging the trucks five batteries. Every so often they would burn hay and rubbish in a furnace to power a large generator, the generator in turn recharged the truck along with a few other items here and there. Lighting was powered by the river; a large waterwheel turned an electric generator which gave lighting to some parts of the main settlement.
The survivor group had called their new town ‘Websville.’ Mainly because the settlement was like a large spiders web with farms on the outside and the main town in the middle, but also because the truck and flare defense sort of resembled a spider feeling something get caught in its web and rushing out. Bax was a nice guy and told Tim everything he knew about the Sick Medics. They were a band of thugs from what he knew. Preying on innocent bands of people who stray into the outskirts of the forest, no one had ever really got all the way through the forest because of the ‘Death-Wings’ and apparently Tim was considered lucky to have seen one and lived.
The Medics had a large camp Northeast of Websville across on the other side of the river. Apparently their band was quite large but not big enough to take on Websville and come out favorably. Last count they were believed to have somewhere in the region of thirty or forty men, most armed with bows and arrows. They were a raggedy bunch of men, but the Doctor apparently fiercely trained them into wood-warriors; fast on their feet and excellent shots.
There was some hope for Lydia though. Apparently the doctor liked to keep many women around alive to work as domestic slaves preparing food and cleaning. He sounded like one sick twisted bastard. Bax told Tim about a sort of truce the Sick Medics had with Websville and Lym. The medics had free reign in the woods but left Lym and Websville territories alone, in return Websville and Lym allowed trading groups from the Medics to barter with them on occasion and usually only in Lym itself where the Town Guard were much stronger. It was apparently an uneasy alliance but one which kept things in balance.
Tim decided he would have to make contact with the Medics small outpost in Lym and see what he could find out about Lydia and getting her back. A small ember of hope for Lydia’s safety sparked up in Tim’s chest and helped him to stay focused and on course. Bax had also said that Lym was the best bet for finding the Fusion Cells. It looked like Lym was the next stop on Tim’s journey, after he had checked out Websville of course. The electric truck Bax had named ‘The spider’ pulled up at a large barn on the edge of Websville. Tim jumped down and took in his surroundings.
Websville was a circular settlement; from the large clear meeting place in the middle you could see nearly every building in the town. It was a strange sort of town. Some of the buildings were old farm buildings and barns with extra bits stuck on, other structures seemed to be caravans which had been fixed in place with shanty extensions made from various construction materials; sheets of metal, scaffold poles, bricks and mortar, multiple layers of canvas. Half the town looked like it had been built from scavenged parts but it looked homely enough and the people all looked busy enough and friendly.
Bax had pointed out three buildings of interested before he headed into the barn with ‘the spider’ and the band of town sentries. The pub was a good place to look for work, meet new people, hear rumors and stories and alike. It was also, of course, as a good place to kick back at the end of the day and down a few lukewarm home brewed beers. The pub was one of the original farm buildings by the look of it. Apparently they also had rooms to rent if Tim wanted a night’s sleep. An old worn down sign swung above the main entrance, most of the image had worn off though someone had crudely painted on the bits which had worn off. The sign read ‘The Duck and Cover.’ Tim got the impression the sign had not originally said that but whoever had restored the sign probably had a sense of humor.
The building which was made of mostly caravans, tents and camping equipment was the town barter house. Outside the front entrance it had a large black canvas stretched over a sheet of metal with white painted on bold writing claiming the place to be ‘Brad’s Barter House.’ It was a good place to get supplies and a ride to Lym as its where most of the trading groups gathered and set out from Bax had explained.
The other option was the Furnace House. It was a large well built building close to the river which ran just to the East of town running north to south. Made from various different types of bricks and built out from a smaller older waterwheel building. The water wheel turned with the flow of the river gracefully powering the lighting via the electric generator inside. Protruding from the center of the structure was a large chimney which was made from old barrels nailed and clamped together with care. A thin remnant of smoke still gently wafted out from its top. The town’s engineer and local know it all apparently ran the Furnace house to keep the power running smooth. Apparently he had a fair bit of knowledge about electrical components and engineering, and also about the woods which hid away the Vault entrance on the other side and the Vault Dweller Camp Tim ails from.
Bax came back out from the large farmhouse building which housed ‘the Spider’, behind him various members of the Town sentry filled out behind him talking between each other and heading off in various different directions. Bax walked up behind Tim followed by one particularly tough looking bald man. The man was wearing some sort of leather armour fashioned from animal hide and sewn together neatly with firm looking fiber.
“Tim, this is Saul. He’ll be making sure you don’t get into any trouble while you’re here in Websville.” Bax said.
“Keeping an eye on me?” Tim replied.
“Something like that.” Bax said with a cheeky smile.
“So, you decided where you’re going to go first on your quest to rescue your lady friend and find those fusion thingies?” Bax asked.
Tim pondered the question for a moment.
Choice time!
Quite a long chapter this one, I had a lot to lay down, it’s the first town our wonderer has come across after all.
A bit more of a complex question this time as to what Tim should do. Please give reasons behind your answers, even if they are brief.
Where should Tim go first? Is there anywhere he shouldn’t bother going? Please list the order of places you think Tim should go and what he should do first.
A: The Furnace house to speak with the town engineer? Maybe he knows something about Fusion Cells and where to find them, maybe he also knows some more about the Medics and the Death-Wing’s?.
B: Brad’s Barter House. Brad sounds like he’s the man to talk to in order to get to Lym and find the Sick Medic’s trade outpost. He also sounds like the person to talk to for trade.
C: The Pub. Sounds like a place to find out more about the town, maybe even find some work and get some capital behind Tim to help in his quest? Tim might also have to spend a night in one of its rooms.
So choose away, choose an order or just one place to start off with but please give reasons behind your answers.
Also, what do you think about chapter 2 so far? Do you think this town sounds like it fits in the Fallout world? Do you like the way the story is going etc. Feedback!
Tim slung the broken Assault Rifle over his back and quickly walked over the ruins of the camp, heading for the ruined tent. He scooped up a rucksack and a few ration packs, grabbed a bundle of full canteens and threw open the ruined tent. The first thing on Tim’s mind was a weapon. As Tim rummaged through the tent ruins his hand hit something metal beneath one of the sleeping bags. Pulling the bag back he slid the object out into the open, it was a pipe rifle. Tim picked it up, quickly checking it over, and slid it into the webbing on his rucksack. A few moments later Tim was off, hot on the trail of the bandits. On his back was everything, the broken assault rifle, the pipe rifle, some food, water and ammunition for both the pipe rifle and the broken assault rifle.
Tim was optimistic at first, hurriedly he made his way through the woods following the basic direction the bandits had taken. As the day rolled on and morning became noon Tim’s hopes of finding the bandits began to waver. It had been over four hours now and no sign of them what so ever. Tim stopped for a moment one foot rested on a large rock while he drew a canteen of water and took a swig. The woods had been slowly getting thinning out and the terrain was now breaking into more open grassland with patches of trees. The sun blazed brilliantly in the sky and there was little wind to speak of.
Tim tilted his head back as he took another swig from his canteen, as he did this his eye caught something. A thin plume of smoke rose up in the distance, at last a break. Tim quickly re-secured the Canteen of water in his backpack and started making his way towards the smoke, heading back down into the valley. An hour later Tim was completely out of the woods and onto rolling grassland, the river still flowed alongside him and was slightly wider now than before. Over the next hill Tim suddenly found himself at the edge of a flat field of crops. All the crops planted in line orderly and precise, could this be the bandit camp?
Tim spotted a large mound of earth at the other end of the field and headed toward it. He was still a fair way off from the smoke so he carelessly climbed the large pile of moved earth, nearly reaching the top he feel flat to his belly and crawled back slightly. Before him was a large tower like structure, it appeared to be a moderately sized farmhouse at one point but someone had purposefully built a large watch tower on top of the original stone structure from scaffolding and canvas.
There were two sentries patrolling the top of the tower, keeping watch over the surroundings. Tim had been too careless and could only watch as one of the sentries spotted him and alerted his companion. The two men examined Tim’s position for a moment, Tim slowly began crawling back down the pile of dirt, once he was out of sight he rolled over onto his back, pulling the rucksack round to his side and slid the Pipe Rifle out from its webbing. Breaking the rifle he pulled a 10mm round from his breast pocket and loaded the gun, snapping it back in place. These bastards were going to pay for what they did.
Tim’s gaze shot up at the sound of a dull explosion. A red flare shot up into the sky, it reached its peak altitude and fell for just a moment before a small parachute deployed and slowed its decent to a crawl. The sentries had raised the alarm. The sound of commotion came from the farm house building and as Tim peered over the top of the mound he could see the sentries arming themselves and pointing his way. Tim decided it would be best to flank them, keep moving around, so they wouldn’t know he was alone and armed with a single shot weapon.
Crawling around the earth mound just out of sight Tim began to make his way around to the other side of the dirt hill. After a few minutes the sound of an engine broke the silence. Tim was stunned and hadn’t planned for this. The bandits had been armed with bows and arrows; he didn’t count on them having a vehicle as well. Tim decided to peek over the top of the dirt hill; beside the large farmhouse was a large strange looking truck, a large group of armed men were disembarking from the truck and calling up to the sentries in the tower The sentries called back down and pointed in the direction they had first spotted Tim.
Tim decided to keep watching for a moment; slowly he pulled his pipe rifle up beside him with one hand on the barrel. He heard the footsteps too late, turning around just as the figure kicked the pipe rifle out from under his hand and sent it rolling down the dirt mound. Tim looked up at his captor who stood over him armed and purposefully.
“OVER HERE!” The man shouted, leveling both barrels of his shotgun on Tim’s head.
…
Tim struggled fruitlessly to break free from the ropes which tied his hands behind him. He had been taken to the farm building and out back into a large barn, sat on a chair and tied up with armed guards. All the doors on the barn had been shut and the only light came from the cracks in the wood walls and the gaps under the doors. The guards didn’t seem to care that Tim was trying to break free of his bonds and all his questions about where Lydia was and where they were keeping his stuff had gone unanswered. Just then a man entered the room from a side door, the sunlight closing off behind him as the door was pulled shut from the outside.
The man walked over to the two armed guards and spoke with them in a hushed voice. Tim couldn’t make out what they were saying. After a few moments of conversation with the guards the man approached the bound and helpless Tim. As he approached Tim got a better look at him. He was average height and was wearing knee high combat boots, he had a leather jacket on, open at the front with a black shirt underneath and light blue worn jeans. The man himself was in his forties and had long thinning brown hair down just past his shoulders. His skin was an unhealthy pale color and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. He was carrying a pipe rifle by the mid barrel in his left hand.
“So, who’s Lydia?” The man asked.
“The woman you kidnapped from my camp you sons of-“Tim was cut off mid sentence.
“We didn’t attack your camp stranger. We’re a peaceful law abiding people.” The man rubbed his nose with his thumb and fore finger and then knelt down directly in front of Tim.
“Now you came from the woods, right? Sounds like you ran into the raider group out there. You’re lucky to be alive what with nothing but a broken gun and this pipe rifle.” The man had a kind and calm tone to his voice though the voice itself was quite rough and weathered.
“They call themselves ‘The Sick Medics’. Mainly because their leader was once a promising medical practitioner, but he went insane after the bombs dropped. Not a nice character, you wouldn’t like to meet him. Now I know you’re not one of his men like we first thought because you don’t have the mark they all have. When our guards spotted you they thought you were a scout for a raiding party. Sick Medics haven’t hit us in a while, not since they got their asses kicked last time. So it begs the question, who are you?” The man seemed straight forward enough but Tim didn’t want to tip his hand just yet.
“…I’m from a small camp past the forest.” Tim replied.
“Ahh… New to these parts then? How did you make it past the Death-Wing?” The man asked.
“Death-Wing?” Tim said, having some small idea as to what the man was talking about.
“Big thing, ten feet tall, looks like a bird. Has big claws and eats anything big enough that wonders into the forest?” The man had a curious tone to his voice.
“Yeah… I met that thing. You… Those men who attacked me scared it off with fire arrows.” Tim said, the feeling of imminent death slowly lifting.
“Fire arrows? Hm. Yeah that’s the Medics alright. You must have run into one of the younger beasts though. The older ones don’t get scared off by a few fire arrows.” The man stood up, walking over to a bale of hay, placing the pipe rifle on it he wiped his brow with a rag from his pocket.
“Now what’s all this about a Lydia?” The man asked.
Tim told him a shortened version of the story, how they were looking for Fusion Cells and how the bandits had attacked right after Vasquez got killed by the Death-Wing.
…
“That so? Sounds like you’ve had a pretty bad run.” The man turned and shouted to the two armed guards.
“Go get the truck started, tell everyone to load up.” The guards left the barn and the man turned back towards Tim.
“Well. I’ll give you a lift back with us into town. You can barter for whatever you like ‘round the market. Maybe even find a few people who know where you could find some Fusion Cells though if you ask me you’d want to head over to Lym. It’s a pretty high tech place, got lots of old pre war stuff knocking about there. As for your friend, Lydia, I’m afraid you’ve probably seen the last of her. Medics are fast, they could have her all the way back at their main camp by now. I feel for you, friend, really I do. But chances are she’s already dead by now. Their boss, ‘The Doctor’, likes to eat fresh meat, if you get my meaning.” The man approached Tim.
“I’m Miles Baxter by the way, Head Sentry and mayor of this fine settlement. You can call me Bax, everyone does.” Bax undid Tim’s bindings and gave him back all his stuff, including the Pipe Rifle.
…
The next few minutes Tim spent with Bax and his band of sentries. They all loaded up onto the truck and Bax explained that this place was a peaceful farming settlement. The flares from the towers around the outer farms were the best defense they could think of. When the sentries back at the main settlement saw the flares they came running with a truck full of armed men. It was a defense they had needed in the past to defend against various raider groups along with the odd pack of wild mutated animals.
Bax and his men were friendly enough; they gave Tim some fresh water and a free ride in their unusual large electric powered truck. The smoke Tim had seen had been the sentries recharging the trucks five batteries. Every so often they would burn hay and rubbish in a furnace to power a large generator, the generator in turn recharged the truck along with a few other items here and there. Lighting was powered by the river; a large waterwheel turned an electric generator which gave lighting to some parts of the main settlement.
The survivor group had called their new town ‘Websville.’ Mainly because the settlement was like a large spiders web with farms on the outside and the main town in the middle, but also because the truck and flare defense sort of resembled a spider feeling something get caught in its web and rushing out. Bax was a nice guy and told Tim everything he knew about the Sick Medics. They were a band of thugs from what he knew. Preying on innocent bands of people who stray into the outskirts of the forest, no one had ever really got all the way through the forest because of the ‘Death-Wings’ and apparently Tim was considered lucky to have seen one and lived.
The Medics had a large camp Northeast of Websville across on the other side of the river. Apparently their band was quite large but not big enough to take on Websville and come out favorably. Last count they were believed to have somewhere in the region of thirty or forty men, most armed with bows and arrows. They were a raggedy bunch of men, but the Doctor apparently fiercely trained them into wood-warriors; fast on their feet and excellent shots.
There was some hope for Lydia though. Apparently the doctor liked to keep many women around alive to work as domestic slaves preparing food and cleaning. He sounded like one sick twisted bastard. Bax told Tim about a sort of truce the Sick Medics had with Websville and Lym. The medics had free reign in the woods but left Lym and Websville territories alone, in return Websville and Lym allowed trading groups from the Medics to barter with them on occasion and usually only in Lym itself where the Town Guard were much stronger. It was apparently an uneasy alliance but one which kept things in balance.
Tim decided he would have to make contact with the Medics small outpost in Lym and see what he could find out about Lydia and getting her back. A small ember of hope for Lydia’s safety sparked up in Tim’s chest and helped him to stay focused and on course. Bax had also said that Lym was the best bet for finding the Fusion Cells. It looked like Lym was the next stop on Tim’s journey, after he had checked out Websville of course. The electric truck Bax had named ‘The spider’ pulled up at a large barn on the edge of Websville. Tim jumped down and took in his surroundings.
Websville was a circular settlement; from the large clear meeting place in the middle you could see nearly every building in the town. It was a strange sort of town. Some of the buildings were old farm buildings and barns with extra bits stuck on, other structures seemed to be caravans which had been fixed in place with shanty extensions made from various construction materials; sheets of metal, scaffold poles, bricks and mortar, multiple layers of canvas. Half the town looked like it had been built from scavenged parts but it looked homely enough and the people all looked busy enough and friendly.
Bax had pointed out three buildings of interested before he headed into the barn with ‘the spider’ and the band of town sentries. The pub was a good place to look for work, meet new people, hear rumors and stories and alike. It was also, of course, as a good place to kick back at the end of the day and down a few lukewarm home brewed beers. The pub was one of the original farm buildings by the look of it. Apparently they also had rooms to rent if Tim wanted a night’s sleep. An old worn down sign swung above the main entrance, most of the image had worn off though someone had crudely painted on the bits which had worn off. The sign read ‘The Duck and Cover.’ Tim got the impression the sign had not originally said that but whoever had restored the sign probably had a sense of humor.
The building which was made of mostly caravans, tents and camping equipment was the town barter house. Outside the front entrance it had a large black canvas stretched over a sheet of metal with white painted on bold writing claiming the place to be ‘Brad’s Barter House.’ It was a good place to get supplies and a ride to Lym as its where most of the trading groups gathered and set out from Bax had explained.
The other option was the Furnace House. It was a large well built building close to the river which ran just to the East of town running north to south. Made from various different types of bricks and built out from a smaller older waterwheel building. The water wheel turned with the flow of the river gracefully powering the lighting via the electric generator inside. Protruding from the center of the structure was a large chimney which was made from old barrels nailed and clamped together with care. A thin remnant of smoke still gently wafted out from its top. The town’s engineer and local know it all apparently ran the Furnace house to keep the power running smooth. Apparently he had a fair bit of knowledge about electrical components and engineering, and also about the woods which hid away the Vault entrance on the other side and the Vault Dweller Camp Tim ails from.
Bax came back out from the large farmhouse building which housed ‘the Spider’, behind him various members of the Town sentry filled out behind him talking between each other and heading off in various different directions. Bax walked up behind Tim followed by one particularly tough looking bald man. The man was wearing some sort of leather armour fashioned from animal hide and sewn together neatly with firm looking fiber.
“Tim, this is Saul. He’ll be making sure you don’t get into any trouble while you’re here in Websville.” Bax said.
“Keeping an eye on me?” Tim replied.
“Something like that.” Bax said with a cheeky smile.
“So, you decided where you’re going to go first on your quest to rescue your lady friend and find those fusion thingies?” Bax asked.
Tim pondered the question for a moment.
Choice time!
Quite a long chapter this one, I had a lot to lay down, it’s the first town our wonderer has come across after all.
A bit more of a complex question this time as to what Tim should do. Please give reasons behind your answers, even if they are brief.
Where should Tim go first? Is there anywhere he shouldn’t bother going? Please list the order of places you think Tim should go and what he should do first.
A: The Furnace house to speak with the town engineer? Maybe he knows something about Fusion Cells and where to find them, maybe he also knows some more about the Medics and the Death-Wing’s?.
B: Brad’s Barter House. Brad sounds like he’s the man to talk to in order to get to Lym and find the Sick Medic’s trade outpost. He also sounds like the person to talk to for trade.
C: The Pub. Sounds like a place to find out more about the town, maybe even find some work and get some capital behind Tim to help in his quest? Tim might also have to spend a night in one of its rooms.
So choose away, choose an order or just one place to start off with but please give reasons behind your answers.
Also, what do you think about chapter 2 so far? Do you think this town sounds like it fits in the Fallout world? Do you like the way the story is going etc. Feedback!
Yes, the town does seem Fallouty, as do the Sick Medics. I had a feeling that the people Tim encountered weren't the raiders, especially once we saw they had technology. I do like the direction the story is taking, and it's nice to find what passes for civilization after the War.
I choose A first. We can probably get some good info from the engineer which will help us plan our next move, and we can also find out what it would take to repair the broken assault rifle (or if it's even possible). After that I'm leaning towards the pub second to earn some cash and then the barter house to spend it and arrange for travel to Lym. This would be subject to change based on what we learn from the engineer. I know we could trade the broken assault rifle and ammo for some good stuff, but I'd rather hold onto them and fix it if possible. The pipe rifle isn't much of a weapon, and if we traded the broken rifle for another gun we'd be trading down and we wouldn't be able to acquire much else.
I choose A first. We can probably get some good info from the engineer which will help us plan our next move, and we can also find out what it would take to repair the broken assault rifle (or if it's even possible). After that I'm leaning towards the pub second to earn some cash and then the barter house to spend it and arrange for travel to Lym. This would be subject to change based on what we learn from the engineer. I know we could trade the broken assault rifle and ammo for some good stuff, but I'd rather hold onto them and fix it if possible. The pipe rifle isn't much of a weapon, and if we traded the broken rifle for another gun we'd be trading down and we wouldn't be able to acquire much else.
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I figure that C would be the first route to go IMO, as he could scrounge up cash, learn some about the Medics, and also get some information on what he might be up against, as he's going to be heading out there in the wild. Then, B, to score some new arms, as well as some other good junk. Finally, back to C, rest up for the rest of the day, and head out in the morning with some pals that he recruited along the way. A can wait, for now. That is, unless he knows how to repair assault rifles. Then, in that case, Mr. Handy's route, with going back to B later to rest until the morning.