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Galahad watched Jet toss and turn on the counter as he finished putting on his red combat armor. Sliding his Assault Rifle into its back sling, a combat knife into his boot sheath and his custom 10mm pistol on his right thigh. A black utility belt was gird around his waist, holding stimpacks, mentats, and over twenty clips of ammunition for his pistol, while a backpack of the matching color was slung over his shoulders, carrying food, water, additional medical supplies and additional ammo for his pistol and assault rifle.
Looking around, the Wastelander saw his friends, he could call them that now, putting on similar backpacks and outfitting themselves for the journey. It was decided that they were going to head to Adams Air Force base, crossing one of the Metro lines, to begin their search for the Enclave there. After all...the place was military.
Finally, the company was ready and Galahad walked over to where Jet was still laying and gently shook him.
"Hey Jet...we're going to try and find your group now. You up for that?"
Hale had got himself fully geared up. He was carrying his M72 and M4 in a sports bag, and had his M1911 holstered under his left arm. His Ka-Bar was sheathed in the small of his back, and he had a Sawn-Off Pump Shotgun slung over his back under the bag. He was ready to go. All they needed now was to get moving. And hopefully avoid any fools that were running around topside. He nodded to Galahad to show he was ready to go. He knew where Adams Air Force Base. He had been there before. He was pretty sure the place was abandoned, a few local critters moving in notwithstanding.
Conor adjusted the straps holding a piece of armour in place before inserting a new Microfusion Cell into the appropriate socket on the side of his Laser Rifle, watching as the meter on the other side filled up again and then slinging it on its strap over his back. He had packed Worthington's storage unit with various items of food and medication liberally lifted from Galahad's kitchen, alongside several more Microfusion Cell. And he'd washed, and felt comparitively brilliant to how he had before. If only he'd done that the night before. He would have slept a lot better.
"Okay," He said to nobody in particular, "Right." He checked the time on his Pip-Boy. 09:53. They'd be leaving soon.
Jet awoke. Worthington had taken a reading. He had snapped a tendon near his spine. It'd take him months to fully heal. He would have to be careful. The 10 foot drop was sure dangerous. "Conor, can I use Worthingtons storage module? Carrying this stuff really hurts. And can I wear one of your Vault suits instead of this heavy leather? You can wear it if you want, I suppose." Jet rubbed his back. "Oww..."
"Oh... okay. Think I've got another spare one..." Conor said as he searched through Worthington's storage compartment yet again. Eventually he pulled out a foldied blue and yellow jumpsuit with the characters "94" printed on the back, and he passed that along with a pair of boots to Jet. "Here you go," He said, giving a lingering glance to the number as he handed it over. He had that on his back as well, underneath the vest he wore. He crammed Jet's original armour and his stuff into Worthington's compartment as he thought over how he'd get rid of that number. He wanted nothing to do with that place now. Finishing packing the robot's compartment, he closed it shut and turned back to the bomb-slinging Wastelander.
"You sure that'll be enough armour for you?" Conor asked Jet, sounding vaguely concerned.
"I can't exactly wear anything else, can I? Almost half a dozen frag grenades around me is almost too much already!" Jet hid slipped the Vault Jumpsuit on, as while he was unconscious, all he wore was his boxer shorts. "I'm ready. I guess..." Jet rubbed his chest. "I think I best get a snack first."
"Help yourself to anything you need, but take it with you. We're moving out" said Galahad and he led the way to the ladder and quickly climbed up. As soon as the others were topside, the Wastelander shut the rock-door and activated the magnet seals.
"Alright...where to?" asked Jet.
"Adams Air Force base. It'll take us a bit of time, so we need to move. We'll take the Presidential Metro Line, underneath the ruins of the White House" replied Galahad as the man began to walk towards the ruins of the Capitol.
"...that's in the heart of Washington" said Strauss. "Major Muties there" he continued.
"I know. If we move now, we'll only encounter some Mutants and we'll make it into the Metro by nightfall, which is when they really come out to play" explained Galahad.
"He's right...lets move" chimed in the Steel Bridge Officer.
As the company started their trek, the Mr. Handy known as Worthington chimed in. "Sirs, I feel obligated to inform you that you left the organic lifeform known as 'Georgie' in the Water Waystation X54"
"He's right" agreed Strauss.
Galahad and John shared a look and then looked at the Mr. Handy in unison and said "Leave him"
Strauss was just reciting something he'd heard in Moriarty's Saloon back in Megaton. He didn't know who Major Mutie was or what military he served in, but it sure sounded intimidating to him when he was drunk. And now they were leaving Georgie back in the Waystation. Shame. Conor still had a few questions for him. He didn't speak through most of the journey, simply engulfed in contemplative thought as he carefully followed the rest of the group.
"We can't leave him!" Jet cried.
"Why the fuck not?" Hale asked scornfully.
"It doesn't really work out the I am looking to join an ethically correct group to join, and then on my travels I leave a irritating waster to die." Jet plead.
"Well, we wasted stimpacks and rad-away otherwise. Plus, you guys could use him as bait."
"God...he's right. Alright, Jet, we'll go back and get him...but he stays in the front rank, civilian clothes only and his hands are bound" reasoned Galahad.
"Can we keep the mouth gag in?" asked Hale.
"Umm...I'd agree with you. But I really would like to ask him some questions" piped up Strauss.
"Ok, here's the deal. Hands are bound, he's in the front, and Strauss can ask him all the questions...however, he starts getting annoying, we gag him. Good?" said Galahad.
"God...I can't believe you fuckers are making me walk in the front. What am I, some sort of prisoner?" whined Georgie after nearly five hours of trekking.
"As a matter of fact...you are" said Major John Hale.
A few hours later, the little group was sitting down for a rest stop, with Strauss still quizzing Georgie, who, ironically, was starting to look very annoyed by the constant babble. Hale grabbed a hold of Galahad and dragged him off to the side, while pretending to have seena rare plant that he thought only grew at Steel Bridge. Galahad looked understandably aggravated at the idea that he was being dragged off to view some rare plant matter, and the rest of the group looked a little amused at his apparentl plight.
Once they were out of sight of the group, Hale spun Galahad around, pinning him face-first to the rock face they were nearby. Hale performed a quick weapon strip on Galahad, and pinned his arms just to be safe.
"I am Major John Hale of the 3rd Special Forces Platoon, Enclave Armed Forces. I don't know who you are, or why you want to meet the Enclave, nor do I really give a fuck, but I am a patriot, and if you so much as dream of thinking of fucking with my country, I will make you beg to die, do you understand me? Do you under-fucking-stand me?" Hale said, his voice dropping to a menacing snarl.
"So, what do you guy's think about Mr. BOS over there?" Jack looked at Strauss and Jet, who seemed to not know what he was talking about. "Guys, do you really think that half the shit he say's is true? I mean, he's too well trained to be BOS."
"Who are the Bee Oh Ess? What? Is that some sort of hip and happening Wasteland acronym?" Strauss asked as he flipped to a new page on his clipboard, glancing up at Jack expectantly as he kept his pencil at the ready. He was learning so much today before they even reached the Enclave!
"Strauss, the BOS are the Brother Hood of Steel. They're the power armored guys that give a warning before blowing your brains out, the Enclave don't."
"The Enclave... don't give you a warning? Oh, great Scott, that's terrible. But it's also tactically sound. Telling people you're going to kill them is a very bad move because it gives them time to react before you can kill them... yes, interesting. Hm. Let me get this down. What's Power Armor again?"
Galahad was pinned against the rock as John revealed his true identity. "Do you understand me?" the Major snarled again.
"Yes, Major, yes I do. And you have my word that I want nothing other than to join the Enclave, even if I have to enlist, and aide your country...which is also my country. On my honor as a man and hopeful to the Enclave, I swear this to you" replied the Waster and he fished a picture out of his pocket.
In the photo was a man in an Enclave Officer's uniform, with a young woman by his side. On the man's shoulders was a young boy, no older than four or five. Behind the trio, was an idling Vertibird.
"That's me, Major. The man is my father, Captain Axel and my mother, Kelsey Axel. My real name is Gregory Axel, but I took on the name Galahad when the Brotherhood of Steel found me in the Vertibird wreck that killed my parents. I want nothing more than to make my father proud and join the EAF. Now, not to be brash, but can you help me?" explained Galahad.
Major John Hale took a deep breath and collected his thoughts, then slowly let Galahad up.
"Power armor is the stuff that Galahad wears, it made of some sort of metal and supposed to be very strong. You ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
"You mean that red... stuff?" Strauss asked, jotting things down as he spoke. "No, I mean the armour he wore last night. Y'know, the one that actually looks like metal." Jack said, apparently getting rather annoyed now. It appeared that this unspoken feeling was at such an angle that it flew straight over Conor's head. "And yes, I do ask a lot of questions. Wouldn't you if you stepped outside for the first time and found a whole new world?" He rambled. Admittedly, he hadn't fired question after question to random settlers in Megaton over the past two months, but this fellow in the coat seemed to know a lot more about the Wasteland than any of those.
Hale blinked. He hadn't been expecting that. He scratched his chin and let Gregory regain his footing, before stating a few ground rules.
"You tell no one of this. If you breathe a word, I kill you, and I kill the others. I'll keep your little secret too, and throw them off the trail that we could be coming close to Enclave territory, ok?" Hale said. Gregory nodded. Hale, satisfied that the youngster had the sense not to yap on him, led him back to the group.
"I can't believe you don't find that interesting, Galahad." Hale said as they stepped back into the little building they were hled up in. "Steel Bridge is almost seven miles from here. Do you know how rare that shrub is in these parts?"
"Yea...I suppose I can't say that it's all bad. I haven't really had much experience with plants, rare or otherwise, John" said Galahad as he and the Major returned to the group.
"Come on, company, lets move out" he continued and the host moved on, with Georgie in his place, under interrogation by Strauss.
Finally, another hour passed and John called the group to a halt.
"Alright, we're in the heart of DC. Anyone got the time?"
"2:00," said a mysterious man that had just walked out of a building, with a small dog.
Hale raised his gun and pointed it at the newcomer, and then at his dog, and then back at the newcomer. Did that dog have a teddy bear mounted on a chair on its back? This guy was obviously mentally disturbed. Maybe Hale should just kill him and take that bear back to Carrie. Or bring the dog back to Carrie! That'd get him all kinds of extras.
"Who goes there?" Hale barked, his military tone leaking out as he spoke.
Riley was startled at this, how he was trying to be nice and now had a gun aimed at his head, people. "My names Alex," Riley said, "and I was just trying to help.."
Galahad's own 10mm pistol sprang to his hand, but when he saw that the stranger showed no signs of hostility, he lowered the weapon but never put it back in his holster.
"My name is Alex" said the Mysterious Stranger.
"Hi! My name is Georgie, the prisoner of these fucks! How are you today?" asked Georgie in a whiny voice. "As you can see, these fuc--ack!" the moron began to continue before John Hale's fist came across his face, sending the prisoner to the ground.
"The gag, Galahad" said the Major simply and he busied himself with cutting off Georgie's speech capability.
"Anyway, Alex, thanks for the time. What are you doing here in the heart of DC?" inquired the Wastelander in an attempt to draw the newcomer's eyes from the busy officer and his captive.
Hale finished gagging Georgie and helped him up as an apology for decking him. He dusted Georgie off, as the little Vault Newbie couldn't do so himself with his hands tied.
"I'm John Hale." Hale said to Alex as he turned away from an angry-looking Georgie. He holstered his pistol and extended a hand to the stranger. "Pleased to meet you, and sorry about the gun. Usually you get a lot of Talon Company Pricks around here."
"I'm... Owww..." Jet cried. Tears were streaming into his eyes. SO MUCH PAIN! Alex looked at Jet contemplatively. "J-Jet."
Jet sat down on a boulder. He was in a lot of pain.
Alexis Ashton bashed his way through another pile of ruble with his sledgehammer. He paused to check the seen on the other side,there were what looked like a pair of vault dwellers,a BOS Knight,2 mercs and a wastelander there was also a Mr handy robot.He turned round and remembered what he had been trying to bash through the rubble for.Super mutants were chasing him.He started running towards the group "Help me I'm being chased by Super Mutants!"
"Super mutants? No!" Jet turned to Galahad. "You said we wouldn't meet any if we went at nightfall!"
"No, I said we would meet less." Galahad frowned.
"CAN YOU STOP ARGUING AND HELP ME??" Alexis called.
Sure enough, 4 Super Mutants packed in tough improvised armour jumped off a rubble pile. One was armed with a frag grenade, another with a nail board, and the other two with hunting rifles. Jet injected himself with a stimpack, and threw a grenade at the weirdos. Hale snapped in a reflex action and shot the grenade of the grenade wielding mutant. Two explosions went boom. Galahad shot at the mutant with the Nail board.
"Mmphh!" Georgie cried. He had been shot by a hunting rifle.
"Oh my..." Conor croaked.
A thick burning smell suddenly could be smelt. It was Worthington. His flamethrower/blow torch had exploded, and ignited a few trees, and one of the Super-Mutant corpses..
Riley began shooting the mutants, while Cat began to growl. Alexis Fled behind the malfunctioning robot. He watched the fight. Two mutants down, the ones with the hunting rifles were the only ones left, pounding the group. After enough firepower, the remaining two fell. Conor went and grabbed a hunting rifle, as did Jet. What a surprising battle that was. "Georgie's been shot." Jet said. "I don't know how long he can last."
"Conor, Georgie, try not to take deep breaths. Those things still smell like burning humans when they go up in flames. You especially, Georgie, you've been shot and if you puke behind that gag, you might die." Hale said, with a slight undertone of frustration at another fool Wastelander joining them. He looked at Alexis, then pointed his M1911 at his head. The Wastelander seemed unfazed, but Hale didn't lower the weapon.
"Name, kid. And rank if you have one." Hale sighed.
"Alexis Ashton I'm a Historian, Scientist and medic. I also do odd jobs for Dr.Pinkerton and the rest of Rivet City"
"Right. Great, another squint to hang around with Strauss and Georgie. Alex, I hope you bring more boom to the table than the sledgehammer weilding history buff." Hale muttered as he turned to the Metro Station entrance. Gregory (everyone else knows him as Galahad) was standing there,fiddling with a lock on the chain link gate, trying to pick it. Hale put a hand on his shoulder and motioned for him to give Hale a shot at it. As Gregory stepped back, Hale shot the lock, and it fell harmlessly to the ground. Lucky break. Last time Hale had seen someone shoot a padlock like that, the lock had broken up into big nasty chunks of metal that flew around the room and smashed most of the lock-shooter's teeth.
Hale pushed the little gate open and ventured into the Metro Station. Strauss caught sight of a glass-fronted vending machine.
"Hey, guys! Guys! Does anyone have any snack tokens?" Strauss called as heran over to the machine, rummaging through his pockets.
Greg, Jet, Jack and Hale looked at each other. Hale sighed and walked over to the machine,and kicked through the safety glass fronting.
"Fuck snack tokens, Strauss, this is the Wasteland. You don't follow any laws or rules that you don't make yourself." Hale said, grabbing a few boxes of snack cakes and more chocolate than he'd probably need. The stuff was great survival food, with all that sugar.
Alexis walked over to the snack machine with them. He stopped and looked round the back, an old 09 model. He pressed 2 buttons on the back and the machine emptied the rest of its stock, that wasn't on show. "Viola!" He picked up a few cases of snack cakes and some Marshmallow's.
"Showoff." Hale muttered as he walked back to the other useful people.
Alexis grabbed his backpack and walked towards Hale "Hey, I don't suppose any of you have any ammo for a .44 magnum or .308 rifle"
"I sure as hell don't. I don't even have ammo from my .32 Cal pistol." Jet frowns at Georgie for wasting it. "I do have this hunting rifle though, and 4 grenades. Want some?
"Should we really be giving a techie historian explosives? Sure, he's handy for working vending machines when my legs get tired, but how do we know that he won't just blow us all up calling out names of people the grenade will be avenging after he's pulled the pin. And it wouldn't surprise me if he tried to pull the pin with his teeth." Hale said. Jet's good streak was going to put them all in danger. Shame Hale liked him, because if things got too dangerous on account of his humanitarian bent, Hale would have to kill poor "Boom-Boy". Who, ironically, was running out of explosives.
"Never mind" Alexis said as he spotted a table full of junk. He put his backpack down and pulled out Spitter. He opened the compartment and started loading it with junk. Pressing the condense button, it started to whir and click. "Excellent." He pulled the trigger and a chunk of metal flew out.
Conor looked at him in astonishment "What was that thing?"
Alexis looked up from hi backpack "It's a Hoover that I reversed the suction field on it, so that it blows instead of sucks. I connected to a compactor that runs off micro-fusion cells. So where are we headed?"
"You sure I cant give Hoover-Blow a 'Nade? He looks innocent enough. Besides. If he turns hostile... Well... He has a .44 magnum, which (Rolls perception check) he has 2 shots for." Jet looked at the newcomer, Alexis. "Anyway. We have a train to catch." Jet looked to Galahad. Galahad nodded. They went deeper into the tunnels. "CLAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" A strange glowing creature appeared. It looked like a shriveled up human. Like a raisin. It started throwing grenades. (It's a Feral ghoul Reaver, just so you know) It was soon downed by Jack, who had spotted it first. Jet went over to the body, and removed 2 frag grenades, and one plasma grenade...
"Hmm. What was that?" Conor asked. He put his pencil to his pad. He had a horrified look on his face.
"That, That was a Feral. A Ghoul. Its a sort of Mutated Human, from what friends tell me." Jet said thoughtfully. "Do any of you hot-shots know how they come about?"
"Ghouls occur when humans are exposed to large amounts of radiation, most of them are harmless, but eventually it can cause them to go insane and attack humans this is called 'Feral'" He checked the ammo level on Spitter "Lets be off, shall we?"
"Great, the Historian has the poor man's Rock-It Launcher. Won't he be an asset." Hale said, then reconsidered. "Does that thing only work with metals the compactor can crush or can it lob all sorts of things?"
Hale mused on that as he crouched over the Feral Ghoul's body. It was wearing army issue combat armor, and i had a grenade in it's hand. Hale stood up, hoping that these things didn't know how to use guns. The Senate and HighCom would never take that seriously, and they'd send men into deathtraps with Kamikaze grenade zombies.
"If its plastic or metal, it gets compacted. If its a grenade or explosive, it gets primed and launched."
"What if I cook the grenade before placing it in?" Jet asked. Jet cooked a grenade, and placed it in the spitter. The thing exploded. "Hmm," Jet put on an 'Accident' face. "Sorry."
"Well, you went and broke the new toy." Hale said. He was looking forward to getting to use that himself. Now, they'd presumably have to help the History Buff find new parts for his improvised gun. Which was pretty much a leafblower with some form of small press at the end. Hale scratched his chin as he considered where they could find such things.
"I really am sorry. But we must get going. There's no time to fix your cannon! We gotta get on this train! It leaves Platform 1 in 5 minutes!" Jet joked. He thought it was funny. Jet turned to Hale. He could see he was annoyed. He whispered, just loud enough for Hale to hear: "Like you said. We can't afford to leave him armed." Jet winked.
Hale shrugged. He had no idea why they were talking about getting on a train, seeing as how trains didn't run any more. He sighed and decided to go along with it, pulling poor Georgie around like a ragdoll as they moved to platform, to rail and back as they traversed the ruined station. With the exception of Galahad and Jack, Hale was the only one physically strong enough to drag Georgie around without slowing down. Jet could have done it too, if it weren't for his injuries, and Strauss might have been able to, but he was too well-mannered to do the necessary manhandling. Hale just assumed that the historian was weak because he took so long to bash through a crumbling concrete wall with a fourteen-pound sledgehammer.
"Aww. The zombie train's bust." Jet stared at the train on the platform line. He was really hoping to ride one, as well. "How are we goin' to pass?" He stared down the dark abyss. "We can't walk there. Not in this state. Well, I say we..."
Alexis took out the compactor and swaped it with one of the spares from his backpack. He was listening to Jet speak. "The train itself is undamaged. Its going down a slope so... If you give me a minute..." He climbed into the train and looked for the break override. "Ah-Hah, Everyone get on!" the train started to move slowly down the slope.
Alexis may be an egghead, but he forgot one thing. To check the rails. The rails had been snapped. Jet could only watch in horror as the train started to speed up, and rip across the broken rails. It flew off the track, and collided with the ceiling, caving the tunnel in, over the train. Luckily, only Alexis had boarded the train. Jet peered inside the wreckage. "*Choke* I told you it was bust, Mr. know-it-all egghead. Now you are trapped. Well done. Now take cover behind that seat. I'm going to blast you out of there." Jet took out a grenade, and placed it next to the caved in rock wall. He pulled the pin. He ran as fast as he could from the bomb, and watched as it tore through the wall of the train, and dis-lodged the rock. Alexis began to climb out. As soon as he was out, the train began to move again. Jet entered a compartment. "Get in!" He looked at the group. "I think it will be OK this time!"
Alexis stood up and dusted himself off "Next time I'll check the rails. Jet" Alexis sat down at the cab. Something weird was happening to the controls. "Jet! Come here! The controls are showing me that we are picking up power! I think whoever is at the end of this line knows were coming."
"Good. But why do I need to see it. I'm not a techie, I'm just very observant. But WHO is at the other end of the rail? And how long is the rail? I'd don't want another accident happening." Jet watched as Alexis studied a screen. While he was busy, Jet decided to go and show Hale the spitter, as he seemed to want to use it. He went back to the compartments, and handed it to Hale. After checking all the compartments, Jet decided to have a nap. He sure was tired.
"Let me have a look." Strauss suddenly chimed in, having been sitting in the corner with his robot and his Pip-Boy light for company so far. He walked over to the controls and stood beside Alexis while he looked over them. It occured to him that he knew nothing about Pre-War trains, but a little green bar on a metre was going up. "Alright, how are we going to get this show on the road, as it were?" With that, he gestured for his robot to hover on over and sat himself down in the cabin before getting to work on his blowtorch module.
6:37 AM 3rd May 2272.
The sun rose over the flat plains of the Adam's Air Force Base, just 6 minutes of tunnel away from an unlikely party of Wastelanders, coasting along on a train. Alexis had gotten little sleep during the journey, as for the most part, he was observing a screen. When he did get sleep, it was only for short periods. Worthington had been watching the monitor too, as he could be connected. Jet Sky had just woken up on the last bump, and was pouring himself a tin of Pork'N'Beans. Probably riddled with bacteria. What wasn't? He made sure to keep the tin. He could use that to make his specialized Hyper Grenade's, later. He heard a discussion between Conor Strauss and Georgie. "What do you mean your Vault didn't have any robots?" *Scribble Scribble*... So they, Or at least, Conor had un-gagged the whiny fool. Fantastic. Jet wondered what Hale thought of the Spitter, and was eager to get rid of this one as soon as possible, too. He hadn't seen Galahad or Jack, maybe they were talking.
Jet's back felt a little less bad today. Or at least, he thought it did... He had just finished his Pork'N'Beans, when suddenly, he say daylight at the end of the gloomy tunnel. Were they at the air base? Jet wondered why they were going to an Air-Base too. He didn't have a clue. And then something else occurred to him. Why was Alexis coming with them, and trying to help them? (As really, He hadn't been much help.)
Hale was busy going through his morning routine. 150 push ups, 150 crunches, brushing his teeth, chin-ups, and weapon maintenance. He had done the others over the past God-knows-how-long they'd been on the train as it lumbered along at walking pace, and was just finishing up his gun-cleaning. He reassembled his M1911, chambered a round, flicked the safety back on and holstered it. Then he put his XM8, M72 and Sawn-Off back in his sports bag, stood up and put his jacket back on. He really needed to loot a combat vest or some such from this air force base. He just felt odd without armor.
He grinned at Strauss annoying Georgie with his incessant questions, turning the tables on the pyromaniac runt. Jet seemed to be in some deep contemplative mood, staring into the middle distance, while Worthington was just hovering there. Like a giant floating golf ball.
Suddenly, the train came to a screeching halt. Jet rushed to the forward cabin. Alexis had done as he promised. He had watched the tracks. There were 4 plasma mines, just hovering on the rails, in front of the train. Had they been set up? Jet jumped through the gaping hole in the drivers cabin. He carefully approached the Plasma mines. Beep! Beep! Quickly, Jet disarmed the thing. They seemed to have a VERY short warning time. It'd be best to shoot them, instead. Much less dangerous. Luckily, Jet managed to take the mine without alerting the other four, and brought it into the cabin. Jet hadn't seen a plasma mine before, but he knew what it would look like. They were in a bit of a predicament. "What are we going to do?" Jet asked. "I can't disarm them all!"
"Jet, Pass me that mine." Jet complied and Alexis proceeded to check it over. "These are old mark 1 mines. Coner, pass me your Pip-boy." he grabbed the Pip-boy and started fiddling with the radio function, and galaxy news radio started up. "Now back to the matter at hand." He took another look at the mine. "Jet, do you have a pulse grenade?"
"Unfortunately not." Jet looked disappointed. He had wasted his Pulse grenade on an Eyebot. "What would you need it for?"
"Hey, Jet? You could disarm that first one, couldn't you?" Conor suddenly asked, emerging from the bowels of his thoughts. The Wastelander nodded, looking slightly confused. "Yeah?" Jet responded, "but I can't get near the others without setting them off." Conor glanced at Worthington, then back at Jet, and then gestured to his robot. "Can you run Worthington through the disarming process? I mean, his manipulator module may not be the most dextrous, but he hovers, so he won't trigger the mines by getting near them..."
"Might work. The reason I needed a grenade was because the detonator and explosive can be modified to produce an electromagnetic field. That field would prevent the detonator on Mk1 mines from activating" he turned back to the carriage "Anyone else have a pulse grenade?"
"No, that only works with Mk 1 frag mines. The sensor module on Plasma mines is shielded to prevent the ionized plasma from destroying the sensors on any other plasma mines. Good plan though. Worthington could pull this off. First time I've ever seen a bucket of bolts doing a job a man can't do just as well." Hale said. He was beginning to take a liking to these Wastelanders. If they had been Enclave citizens, Hale could have even become friends with them. Pity they were mongrel Wastelanders. Well, except Strauss, Greg and Georgie.
"Even if Worthington could deactivate the mines, how would we get him there? The hole I slid through wouldn't be wide enough." Jet thought hard. "Everyone clear the cabin. And give me back my Plasma mine." Alexis did as he was told. "Go on, get to the back!" Jet set a plasma mine in the cabin. He backed off to where the group was, and shot the mine with a hunting rifle. He wasted 2 shots, but it worked. the front of the cabin was blown off, but the other mines weren't. The train was still functional other than a huge gap in the front. Just big enough for a robot.
"Great Scott!" Conor cried, waving his arms in the air dramatically to reiterate the point of him being shocked. Briefly, he checked his groin for any sign of dampness. Phew. "Okay, Worthington, you can go through now. Jet, can you please tell him what to do?" Worthington hovered through the large gap, keeping his arms well away from the mines at this point, before Jet nodded. "Okay, so you need to press down on the central button thing first..."
After he had finished explaining, Jet ran to the back of the train, and hid from the explosion he thought was soon to come. He didn't trust that robot.
Worthington disarmed the first one with relative ease, liberally using his manipulator arm and his sawblade in disabling the explosive. After he had succeeded in doing away with the first one, he repeated the exact same process with no trouble on the others. After ten excruciatingly long minutes, there were four disarmed plasma mines beneath him. He scooped one up in his manipulator arm and tossed it to Strauss, and then seemed to tilt his chassis forwards in a gesture that vaguely resembled a bow. "Voila." The robot said. Strauss grinned. "Okay, Jet, you can come out now!"
Alexis stayed to watch Worthington disarm the mines. "Jet! Jet! You can come out now! The mines are gone and we are on our way." The train started off, and soon the team was at the Air base.
General Ibram Chase stood overseeing the deployment of his troups. This was his first assinment as a general. "Round up all the tech, squad" Ibram pulled his greatcoat around him. "Deploy a squad at the metro. I don't want any wastelanders disturbing us"
Jack was looking out the window, a group of Enclave soldiers were standing in front of the train. Hale told the driver of the train to stop, and Jack got out first. "Well, is there anything that you would like Mr. or Mrs. Enclave soldiers?" They pointed their guns at him, and one began to speak.
Ibram steped forward "My name is Ibram chase. You will surender your weapons in preparation for transport to an enclave detention facility"
As the train stoped Alexis looked out "Sweet Jesus these guys have Power Armour!
Jet was the last to exit the train. As soon as he did, it exploded, in a dazzling blast twice the size of a Mini-Nuke. This forced Jet to drop his Hunting Rifle, which he was holding above his head.
Ibram's Power Armour protected him but that was one hell of a blast. "Well done team. Now surrender your weapons, and prepare for experimentations"
"Sir, one of them appears to be unconscious, or dead." The soldier Turned to Ibram. "I think he may have been damaged by the blast."
"No offense Mr. Chase, but why would you do that? Were just a couple of dumb waste landers trying to intercept a raider party. Chase began to ask why, but was cut off by Jack. Well, they killed Georgies family over there. He was from a vault and everything to! We found him, huddling in a corner next to a rock. We've been trying to get revenge on those raiders, but the Enclave would be a much better place for a vault dweller then out here. In fact, now that our trains gone, we might as well head back home!"
Hale clubbed Jack and beat Alexis and Jet to the floor, before spinning under a clumsy attack from Georgie, who he caught with a Muai Thai knee strike to the chest. He then caught the handrail of the carriage door and used it to launch himself feet first at Strauss, who had been trying to climb back in the window. Worthington had already been subdued by the soldiers outside and was spinning his arms fruitlessly after the combat engineer disabled his servos.
Hale signalled for Greg to step out of the train with a curt hand gesture. He then knocked Greg out too. He turned to the shocked soldiers and showed them his dogtags.
"Major John Hale, 3rd Special Forces Platoon. Rangers lead the way." Hale said with a smile. The soldiers then went about picking up the Wastelanders and transporting them to the base proper.
"Be careful with him. His father was one of ours, his mother too. I want him checked for genetic compliance and debriefed. If I find him with so much as one bruise, I'll make sure you're cleaning latrines for the rest of your carreer." Hale said to the man who was picking Greg up. "By the way, nice to meet you again, General, I believe a congratulation is in order" Hale added, extending his hand.
"And the same to you Major Hale.Well done" Chase Grasped hales hand."You said two of them are pure breeds?"
(Still-)Corporal Carl Fielding grumbled something incoherently about Chase. They should have shot these Wastelanders on sight. They were certainly a lot more threatening-looking than civilian scientists. He knelt down to pick up an immobilised Vault Dweller, one who was wearing some sort of armour over his jumpsuit and carrying a Laser Rifle, and then slung him over his shoulder in a fireman's handle. "How's the robot fairing, Rico?" He asked casually as the squad's combat engineer worked. The PFC glanced over his shoulder at Fielding momentarily. "Managed to disable its primary arm servos with a small-scale Pulse charge. Should be able to patch 'em up if needs be," Rico responded, patting the Mr. Handy firmly on the upper base of the chassis. The robot was rather comedically flailing its limbs, like something out of one of those Pre-War children's cartoons Andy liked so much. Fielding nodded, glanced at the rest of the soldiers as they picked up the Wastelanders, then looked towards Chase and another soldier he recognised. Huh. Gang's all here.
"Corprall Fielding, get a Gene Scan done on the wasters. If any of them are pure-breeds, make sure I am the first to know."
Hale smiled. Corporal Fielding. He remembered what he had, or more accurately hadn't done in New Mexico. But that was going in Hale's back pocket for a rainy day. Maybe when Fielding got a promotion and started stirring the pot or rocking the boat or some similar metaphor. Not that he could touch Hale anyway. Hale outranked him by a significant margin and being their new favourite toy, he had the Senate at his back too. But just in case, he had something to hold over his little compatriot in case internal politics got out of hand.
He moved up alongside Fielding and that Rico bloke. He nodded to Fielding, and then grinned as he noticed that he was still a Corporal. He then gave him a hand carrying Strauss.
Fielding nodded and saluted. "All yours, Corp," Rico said as he reached into his supply pack and pulled out a rather clunky object with a handle and a screen on one side. Fielding passed the Vault Dweller he was carrying to Hale and caught the device as Rico threw it. He turned it on with a dial on the side and held it over the Dweller for a moment, then nodded as the screen flashed green. He then moved over to another of the Vault Dwellers (Georgie) and repeated the process. Something anomalous, the screen annotated, but it flashed green yet again. More scans would be done back at the base. He then moved onto the Wastelander in the dickhead-ish poncho and ran it over him. A yellow. After this, he ran it over another of the Wastelanders. Another yellow.
Hale had said the man in the Combat Armor was one of theirs, and the only other Wastelander there was wearing a Vault suit, so both of them were pretty much self-explainitory. "Four greens, and two yellows, sir. Further orders?"
"Have the green's sent to a rerouting facility they can join the EAF or go to a green zone.Have the yellows taken for forced labour"
Alexis woke up in the midle of the gene scan "hey thats a mk 2 gene scanner with non-standard modifications"
Jet woke up to a strange, whirling machine, buzzing around his head. There were glowing lights all around. "Chudda Chudda Chudda" He could see a strange orange syringe being inserted into his arm. He seemed to be in a liquid of some sort, a yellow liquid, which prevented him from moving. He had some sort of mask on his face, with a nozzle coming out, and going towards the ground. He felt a little hazy. A man walked over, and pressed something on a sort of pedestal. Suddenly, some sort of non-harmful laser appeared, which was aiming for his eye. He really wanted to shut it, but he couldn't.
"Uhhh..." Gregory Axel, known to his company as Galahad, stirred from his forced sleep and looked around. He was lying on a metal counter in a wide room with windows far above him. On one of the walls, a faded United States Air Force symbol could be seen.
Must be at Adams Air Force Base thought Gregory. He was stripped of his combat armor and weaponry and clothed in only his tan shirt and slacks.
Just then, the man heard a voice far off...two voices actually.
"Well, Corporal? Tell me the results, though I bet I already know" said the first voice.
"Major, as you said, and as he claimed, he's a Green. Must have been born on a base" replied the second.
"Is he awake?" asked the first again.
"No, sir, but he's coming around. May already be up by now" answered the Corporal.
Two figures walked into Greg's line of sight, and the first was Major John Hale and the second was in the new Incinerator Power Armor, the Corporal that John had been talking to presumably.
"Well hello, Greg. Did you have a nice nap?" asked the Major, extending a hand.
Hale walked around the counter-thing, an almost angry look in his face. He sighed and ran his hand along a tray of tools lying next to the counter. Just surgical instruments. This was the makeshift Med-Centre after all. It also made an excellent torture chamber. All of the counters and beds had restraints to keep disturbed patients still, or to kep suicide risk patients from hurting themselves. The thick walls kept most sound in or out, depending on your position. But Hale wouldn't be using this place for it's alternate purpose. He was here to find out what Greg knew about the Wastelands, the Wastelanders, and most importantly, the Brotherhood.
"Follow me please. Don't worry about Corporal Fielding, he's here as a formal precaustion, nothing more." Hale said, ignoring the presumably annoyed look Fielding was shooting him from under that helmet. (Professional Rivalry in the making here). He and Fielding led Greg down a hallway to a small room with white tiled walls, like a shower room. He could see where the taps had been plastered over. There was just one master tap over by the wall. The shower heads were all intact. And there was a table, with three chairs, one on one side, two on the other, in the middle of the room. Greg gulped.
"Don't worry, we haven't had a prisoner who warranted turning those showers on in a while." Hale said, implying that at least one prisoner had been beaten so severely that the showers were turned on to wash away the blood. Greg shuddered at the thought. Hale indicated that Greg sit down on the single chair, while he sat down on one of the other two. Fielding stood at the door, while Hale sat back in his seat as if waiting for someone.
Ibram walked into the room flanked by his guards. He pulled up the chair next to Hale.
"Mr Axel my name is General Ibram Chase. You are to tell me everything you know about the CWBOS and then we will consider what to do with you" Chase said matter-of-factly.
Well, whoop-dee-fuckin'-doo. It seemed that after Hale got his officer's commission from the Senate, he'd turned into a jackass. Or maybe he was a jackass to begin with, and it was only shining through now he had authority. Fielding stood there with his back at the door, his M72 held across his chest for purely aesthetic reasons (that was how he'd been drilled to hold his weapon when he was guarding a door, after all). The new Power Armor he'd been issued upon being posted at Adams made this a surprisingly comfortable stance to hold. He lowered his rifle to his side and saluted Chase as he entered, before he was joined at the door with one of the General's guards, the other one standing behind his chair as he sat down. He observed and listened to the conversation with passing interest as he reassumed his stance.
Greg watched the General, Ibram Chase, walk into the room. He was dressed in similar Power Armor, but a great coat over the suit. "Mr. Axel, I am General Ibram Chase. You are to tell me everything you know about the CWBOS and then we will consider what to do with you" Chase said matter-of-factly.
"Very well, sir. I will tell you what I know, and that knowledge is useful, as I lived with the Steel for...fourteen years" replied Axel.
Ibram merely nodded and waited, leaning back in the chair.
"You have no interest in my personal story I'm sure, beyond the fact that a Vertibird malfunction killed one a great man, Captain Axel of the EAF Infantry. I was the only survivor of that wreck. For nearly a day, I stayed huddled up inside the wreckage until a Brotherhood of Steel squad found me and brought me to their Citadel, which is the Pentagon. I was indoctrinated in the ways of the Brotherhood because the Elders, the current Elder is Elder Lyons" began Greg and he saw with some satisfaction that Corporal Fielding had been ordered to take notes.
"Continue, please" prodded Ibram.
"Their strength numbers just around two hundred fully trained members, Knights and Paladins, when all assembled forces are present at the Citadel, that includes patrols, and roughly another fifty or so Recruits, called Initiates there as well as seventy-five Scribes of their Orders, the Scroll, Shield, and Sword. They have an impressive display of pre-war armaents, including T-4x Power Armor, their main uniform, and Laser Rifles, Pistols, grenades, etc. However, no plasma weapons are used by the BoS, sir"
"Very good. Now, can you tell me about their units? Patrols, infantry, etc?" asked the General.
"I can sir, to an extent. The Brotherhood in the Capitol Wasteland actually has an impressive organization. The Recruits are kept in the Citadel at all times, sir, training, except for a very few promising ones. Fully trained warriors, Knights, and Paladins, are assigned to patrols and platoons. Most are designated by number only, such as CI41I, meaning Capitol Wasteland 41st Infantry. The only named squad are their elite Shock Troopers, the Lyon's Pride, headed by Sarah Lyons, the Elder's daughter. These are a small, roughly 6 or 7 count squad that handle Special Operations for the BoS" finished Greg.
"Hmm...interesting, thank you, Mr. Axel. Major Hale will now be your host here" said Chase after a long silence, rising from the table and taking the notes from Fielding before departing the room.
As Ibram left the room he guestured to fielding."come with me one of the wasters displays unusual inteligence.".
Alexis looked up from his cot to see a man in a generals greatcoat enter flanked by a man in power armor.He turned to jack "know what this is about?"
Fielding nodded, saluted, turned and left with Chase, walking behind him as the General led him through the facility. "Unusual intelligence, sir? A Wastelander? Intelligent? Huh. There's a surprise. Who is it?" Fielding said sarcastically, illiciting a brief laugh from Chase. "Quite. He's the one who identified the Gene Scanning Module you were using back at the metro station - the one who's skull you nearly crushed under your boot, Corporal." Chase said, his tone rapidly becoming level and stern after the laugh to the point where Carl felt like he was recieving disciplinary. "I'm sorry about that, sir, but he woke up unexpectedly. He hadn't yet been restrained or unarmed so I had to subdue him through other means." Fielding told the General, his head bowed slightly. "I'm not drumming you out on it, Fielding. Now, here we are," The General tapping a code into a terminal and a door in front of them opened. The two of them walked into the room, where the one Fielding had kicked and the one in the poncho were restrained in.
Chase entered the room "this is the waster,He calls himself alexis ashton fielding i want you to set a series of chalanges for the waster to complete.I think it should tell us wether hes inteligent or not"
"Challenges?" Fielding sputtered quietly, astounded. He was a soldier and he was being assigned to run a gameshow for budding Wasteland intellectuals? With a heavy sigh, Fielding quickly thought up a first challenge. "How many fingers am I holding up?" The reluctant host asked as he flipped the bird at Alexis.
"I have a question, do you realize that what you are going to do to my friend here is pointless, as you assholes are just going to kill him anyway? By the way, do I get my own torture sequence or do we get the same one, because I need to change my Will accordingly. Also, your holding one."
"To address your first point, mutie in the poncho; yes, the logic on that does dawn on me now. However, I have my orders and I intend to carry them out. And torture? Now you're making us sound like Pre-War holofilm villains. You'll be shot in the back of the head and you'll like it." Fielding explained condescendingly, linking his hands behind his back. "That question was not directed towards you, but I feel astounded that you were capable of answering it correctly. Now," The soldier trailed off as he walked towards one of the terminals at the wall. "I should be able to bring up a basic IQ test from the scientific mainframe. Multiple-choice, presumably. I will read out the questions and you're going to answer them." Fielding began to tap at the keyboard, before adding something under his breath. "Oh God, I hope Andy doesn't see me doing this, he'll lose faith in his dad forever..."
Fielding began to read off the questions and Alexis answered them to the best of his ability. Within 20 minutes he was done. Chase looked at the test results "sweet jesus fielding this guy has an IQ not much lower than mine!"
"What? Are you kidding me?" Fielding asked, aghast at the very concept. This was very disconcerting indeed. How could a mutie be almost as smart as a pure human? Shit, how could a mutie be smarter than him? That wasn't what he'd been brought up to believe... Pushing his thoughts to one side, Fielding spoke up again. "What are we going to do with him then, sir?"
"I say we fry him," a woman in Black Ops armor said from behind them, "Fine, grill?" the men looked very confused. "Sorry, instinct of what I do to wastelanders!"
"No, No. It's perfectly fine for you to capture random wastelanders and torture, experiment, and execute them after wards. That's how you get a country going, not unite the people, but murder in a shitty fashion."
"Nah, I just kill them on the spot. Of course, after I burned them at blinding temperatures."
Fielding frowned as he recognised the woman's armour. Great. Just what we need. "State your name and rank immediately. What are you doing in here? Who granted you clearance?" He barked, staring daggers at the woman through the lenses of his helmet.
"Master Sergeant Karen Alan, Black-Ops," she said to Fielding, "Fielding, I was sent to make sure nothing bad happened."
"Well, that sounds extravagant, another Jack ass Enclave officer, if one wasn't enough?" The women started to speak, before Jack leapt up, still bound in the chair. Tackling the black ops agent, he swung the chair at fielding, knocking him to his feet. He quickly grabbed Fielding's now dropped gun, and shot both of the soldiers in the knee caps. They wouldn't be leaving any time soon. Then, cutting Alex's restraints, he started to leave. "Were going to try to get out of here come on, were going to where they hold armor." As they left, he felt a large heat wave from the room, but he quickly forgot about it, as it didn't matter. Luckily, the power armor room was right next door, and they soon adorned themselves in some shotty stuff, probably straight from the factory.
Karen quickly got up, the bullets he had shot at her were lodged in her armor, luck. She ran after them, and when she found them she grabbed a chair to the right of her and threw it at the distracted wastelander (aka, Jack). It hit him right in the back of the head and knocked him out for a minute, she then ran to the other one, "Alex", the files said, and quickly brought him to the ground and began to set up a fire.
"And how would you describe your weaknesses?" Hale said, conducting some form of convoluted job interview on Greg. And he had just asked the question any job applicant dreads. Then he heard alarm bells. Not the metaphorical alarm bells you hear when something feels wrong, the alarm bells that go off in buildings when something is wrong. He stood up, throwing off his officer's greatcoat in a dramatic fashion, revealing his Enclave BlackOps Armor.
"Stay here, Greg. The guard will get you out of here if the shit hits the fans." Hale said before running to the door, talking to the guard outside, and then sprinting off towards the rooms where the other prisoners were being interrogated, activating his armor's Stealth Field as he went.
How the hell couldn't his M72 have penetrated armour at that range? That was both relieving and insulting. Fielding grunted and got back up unscathed, pulled out his sidearm and continued, leaving the room quickly. Fortunately they were right next to the armoury as well so he came back out with a massive Electron Charge Pack mounted on his back and a Gatling Laser in his hands. He then locked the armoury behind him, depriving Jack and Alexis of further armaments beside his M72, which only had eight rounds left in its magazine anyway. Hah.
"What the fucking hell man! You don't throw chairs at random people, it's not nice! The man took his helmet off, and it turned out to be a random Enclave soldier. The woman left the room, and the search for them started. (Going to have to find us! And you have to catch us in the act of removing armor, or yell at people till they remove the helmet!)
Karen was outraged, she hit the wrong person, when she swore she seen the two run in here, "Sorry," she said, and then ran away to guard the one exit out of this district. (Owned)
Jack and Alex were walking towards the door. The woman had came out, apparently hitting the wrong man. He used the card he pick pocketed off the woman earlier to open the door, and locked it behind him. Hearing the woman knock on the door, and try to open it furiously made him feel a little better. "Alex, we can either get out of here with Strauss, Jet, and the others, or just leave now. What do you suggest?"
Karen was yelling at the door, and then realized that she could easier melt it! She melted the door and seen two people talking about the prisoners and leaving, and threw the melted door at them. (No way out now, she KNOWS it's you!)
The voice of General Ibram Chase resonated over the base's intercom system and from loudspeakers mounted on walls on the external perimeter. "The base is hereby put on lockdown until further notice. Posted and patrolling guards are informed that all individuals moving throughout the base are to remove their helmets on request and provide adequate identification. If an individual fails to oblige or fails to provide adequate identification, I hereby authorise aforementioned guards and indeed, any legitimate soldiers of the Enclave to shoot them on sight."
Karen spoke into the intercom to Chase, "I caught them, they are currently boiling under a melting door, I'm in Sector A-2, west entrance."
Gregory Axel stood by his guard in the Interrogation room. "So...what model is that Power Armor?" asked the former Waster, trying to keep calm as the alarm klaxons blared throughout the base.
"Hellfire Power Armor. New model" answered the guard in a quick tone. His Laser Rifle was cradled in his hands, ready for action.
"Ok, do you know what is going on with the alarms?" prodded the Enclave Hopeful.
"Something to do with an escaped prisoner"
After nearly five minutes of silence, Greg spoke up again.
"Ok, is there anyway I can help?"
"The Major said to keep you here and get you out if the 'shit hits the fan'" the Guard replied.
"Listen, I know. But I need to prove myself to the Enclave, yes? I know I told General Chase information, but that doesn't show them what I can do in combat. Let me help, let me show how bad I really want this..." pleaded Gregory.
The Guard stared long and hard at Axel before sighing and motioning for the Waster to follow him. The pair went deeper into the shower room and to a steel locker where the Guard input a code and the doors opened, revealing a set of Hellfire armor along with a Laser Rifle and extra charging packs.
"Here's the deal. You take the armor and help the Enclave only! However, you leave the helmet here and attach this to your armor's breastplate" ordered the Guard, taking a green piece of cloth and plastering it onto the armor.
"It lets our people you know you're on our side, but not a member of the EAF...not yet anyways" answered the guard, helping Greg get suited up. Finally, he was ready and he picked up the rifle, putting charging packs in it and priming it for combat. Thanking the guard, Axel left the interrogation block, fully armored sans the helmet and ready to prove his worth to Ibram Chase, John Hale, and the rest of the Enclave, in a way other than just being the child of an Officer.
The intercom next to Karen fizzled as Chase responded. "Excellent work, Master Sergeant Alan. Excuse me for a moment." The intercom fell silent, then speakers all around the base became loud once again. "All military personnel on the A2 sector excluding posted door guards are to make their way towards the west entrance. The insurgents have been located." Around that sector, soldiers made their way towards that door in particular. Fielding hefted his Gatling Laser along as he turned one corner after the other.
In Sector A1, Strauss was being briefed on the situation by a rather friendly scientist until the alarms began to ring. They abruptly left him there, wondering as he listened to orders being given to execute his comrades. Georgie had been sedated after throwing a fit after realising he was in an Enclave base and Jet was still being "processed". Strauss tugged on his surprisingly comfortable restraints.
Jack and Alex now had 20 Enclave soldiers aiming guns at them, and they were both stuck underneath a melting door.
Gregory Axel was walking through the corridors, flanked by another random soldier he had encountered. The two were on patrol together throughout Adams Air Force Base when General Ibram Chase's voice came to life over the loudspeakers, reporting that they had found the insurgents.
The other soldier that Greg had been with started running to Sector A2 but stopped when he realized Axel wasn't following him.
"Come on!" he shouted.
"Does that announcement include me?" asked Greg.
"Hmm...you're not a soldier, but you want to join the Enclave, so I don't see why not. Come on!" reasoned the soldier and Greg smiled and took off running after the soldier.
Jack and Alexis were both slammed into opposite sides of the corridor, and then face-first into each other as they stumbled away from each other. Then with a practiced movement of his hands, Hale disengaged the locking mechanist on their helmets and pulled them free. Both Wastelanders were groggy, until Hale hit them with their helmets, sending them to the floor. Hale then deactivated his Armor's Stealth Field as Alexis and Jack began to lose consciousness.
"And that, my puny-minded erstwhile friends, is how we do things in the Enclave." Hale quipped to the unconscious bodies before ordering them to be taken to separate cellblocks, at different ends of the base, and to the cells without windows or exposed pipes. Everyone knew that those particular cells were used to house deranged captives, and had dirty-great steel doors too. Well, Jack and Alexis didn't, but they'd soon find out.
Jet watched as the liquid drained from the chamber. His guard had gone. The machine had stopped. The Scientist had gone too. He could see another tank. Inside was Conor Strauss. He was waving his arms about from inside the small glass tank. Jet could see what the Label said on the tank. "Drugging Tank. Caution, only use non-harmful drugs; Psycho banned, especially." Conor was banging on the glass. He obviously didn't feel dizzy, as Jet did. He could see how Conors tank still had a small bit of the strange, orange goo. Jet soon realized why his tank had been emptied: It had a tiny crack in it, and on the floor, was a giant puddle. Conors had a crack too, but a bigger one, probably due to forcing it. How did both of the tanks conveniently get cracks in? Then it dawned on him.
All twenty, now twenty-one, Enclave soldiers watched Major John Hale's impressive stealth attack display, knocking out the two impostors with grace and ease. He looked around and snapped his fingers.
"You and you! Take these puny-minded Wastelanders to seperate holding cells, opposite sides of the base!" ordered John, pointing at two Enclave enlisted.
As Hale looked at the soldier's again, he saw Gregory Axel and his face flashed with anger. He disobeyed a direct order thought the Major. Then, clarity came to him. Money plays that he only wanted to help. Very well, I'll make he's glued at my hip, so he can help and be watched reasoned the Major.
"The rest of you, back to your posts. Remember the base is on full lock-down. Axel, come with me" bid Hale and the assembled disperesed and Greg followed the Major.
"Where are we going, sir?" he asked after many minutes had passed in silence.
"To check on the others. Something doesn't feel right..." answered John, drawing his pistol as he went. Following suite, Greg primed his laser rifle.
Someone had broken the tank. One of the other prisoners. It couldn't be Strauss, as Jet could see Strauss. It probably wasn't the techie, as he seemed weak, might explain why there were little cracks, and not freedom, though. Whatever happened, some unknown benefactor had helped them. But who? It didn't matter who. Someone had helped him, and he wasn't going to look the gift 'horse' in the mouth. He was going to break the glass, escape, and go home. He hated having to kill to survive. He hated 'Survival of the fittest'. And he hated being injured. That was the only set-back. He may not be able to break out.
Fniff1 21:55, 5 May 2009 (UTC)
Georgie woke up. He was at a desk. It was very dark. "How did you get out of the failed experiment that was Vault 85?" Someone said.
"I....I just...I escaped while the enclave were ransacking the place for supplies." Georgie replied.
"I opened the vault door."
"....54 x 45,what is it?"
Georgie shivered. "..24....30...2430..."
"Tumblers Today. Chapter 6. First Sentence."
"......Wars and Evil...Chapter 200. 67th sentence."
"........Evil...Will...Never...Die...Unles...sss....We....Try......" Georgie hated being used. It was a hallow feeling. He began to cry. "'Sniff'.....To make a better world....'Soft crying...' "
"Georgie first" said John, the Major coming to a door and keying in a code. The control pad lit up green and the door whooshed open, revealing a dark room with a steel table in the center. Behind the table was a slumped form. Gregory realized that it was Georgie, that incessantly wining Waster they had found at the beginning of the journey.
- Greg and John hear the crying*
"Good god, the little kid is crying" muttered John.
Axel merely shook his head disgusted and listened in on what Georgie was mumbling
"Evil will never die unless we try...evil will never die unless we try..." the kid repeated that sentence over and over again till John gave the signal that he had had enough.
"Come on, Axel, on to see Jet Sky and Conor Strauss. I wasn't getting the bad vibe from Georgie, so it has to be them. Lets double-time" ordered the Major and the two set off down the hall, weapons in hand.
"Evil will never die unless we try." Hale sneered. "There's no good or evil. Just right and wrong, which are totally subjective."
Hale shrugged and moved on from Georgie's room. Greg stood there for a second contemplating Hale's words. Deep. But words like that only came from someone who was doing wrong. Hale kept his weapon drawn as he approached Conor and Jet's room, he had a bad feeling that they may not be as subdued as they should be. He stepped into the room and saw the sedative fluid pooling on the floor, with Conor and Jet standing inside their cracked glass cells. Hale sighed. He should have pushed for the force-field ones like what they had in Raven Rock.
Jet watched as Hale entered the room, followed by Galahad. He scowled. They had betrayed him. It almost made him feel stronger. It gave him a rage. He forced himself out of his glass cell, and punched Hale in the face, momentarily staggering him. (FYI, They had given Psycho to Jet, unlike what the label says. ^^) He ran off. Both of the soldiers where staggered. Soon, a tranquillizer dart found itself piercing Jets fragile flesh. He was chained into a special area with a guard watching 24 hours a day, until the drugs wore off.
Fniff1 21:02, 6 May 2009 (UTC)
2 hours into the morning.
A scientist came in. "Time for sedation,vault dweller." Georgie decided. No more oppression. No more controlling. Georgie punched the scientist in the face. The scientist pulled out a Laser Pistol but he was a little too late. Georgie kicked him in the face. The scientist fell down. Georgie took the laser pistol and finished him off. He then ran out of the cell. This raised the alarm. He saw a air vent and broke into it. He he swore as he realised it was too narrow to crawl through. He was in serious trouble now, dangling halfway into a ventilation duct.
Strauss had a sheepish look on his face, stuttering out incoherent questions as Galahad and Hale netered the room. "What? What? What the hell? Where... wha..." His speech lost all resemblence to the English language soon enough, and he degraded into whimpering, oblivious of all what happened around him.
Fniff1 21:20, 6 May 2009 (UTC)
Georgie managed to climb up. He sneaked around til he found the Dresser. There was a guard,but he was easily taken out by a laser shot. He found a Repairer's suit. He went over to the main power saying the officer's wanted him to check out the power. He got in and pulled the power.
Hale rubbed his nose. That rat bastard Jet had sucker-punched him! He was lucky it was the squints with their tranquilizer got him. If Hale had made it to him first, well, Hale's own form of tranquilizer consisted of large amounts of concussion and possibly a coma. Hale watched Strauss having what appeared to be a panic attack in his tank, while the alarms went off back towards Georgie's room. Then, everything went dark. Then, a few seconds later, the emergency generators kicked in, lighting up the base again. Meanwhile, Georgie had been beaten up by the guards, who had put two and two together and copped on that the guy in the power mainframe had cut the power. He was already being transported back to his cell.
Fniff1 21:33, 6 May 2009 (UTC)
A techintion came and looked into the power generator.He went in and went out.
"This guy didn't do a half assed job. We need to fix the generator. Thing could start a fire at any moment..." He said and looked at the generator.
Jack was being tortured currently, they assumed for some odd reason that he had "Information". It was just an excuse to play around with toys of course, and they had given them to the craziest mother fucking scientist in the building. He never even asked questions, just tried to make Jack suffer. Today how ever, would be quite different. There was only one guard on duty, and he had weakened what ever strapped him onto the table. Some sort of leather, this was a makeshift torture room of course.
The scientist gleamed with joy, he seemed to have something new today. A syringe, filled with a clear liquid, with a very long needle. Walking over, he put it near Jacks throat, threatening him with it unless he gave up "The Information" or whatever the hell it was or is. Jack then broke the left strap, grabbed the syringe,used it cut his other strap some how, then killed the scientist. Having done that, he jumped the guard, broke his neck, and killed him in one fluid motion. And to think, he thought that he would never have to use that trick. He dragged the guard inside the room, and removed the armor. Dragging the bodies over to a locker, he stuffed them in there, and went on his merry way.
"Sir, are you alright?" asked Gregory, checking on his unofficial CO.
"I'm fine, Greg. Listen, I want you to go check on Jack. Stop by the armory, get yourself a helmet and laser pistol as well as a short blade. I want you fully armed for him. He's dangerous...very dangerous, beyond hardened Wastelander. BE CAREFUL" ordered the Major.
"Yes, sir" Axel responded, taking the key card that Hale held out to him and running off.
Ten minutes later, Gregory Axel walked into where Jack was being held...and what greeted him was a broken chair and a dead Enclave Scientist.
"Son of a bitch!" muttered Greg, his voice coming out metallic-like through his helm.
Crossing over to a intercom, Axel hit the red alert button and put out a message via the loudspeakers.
"Attention members of the Enclave. This is Gregory Axel, I am working on orders of Major John Hale, 3rd Special Forces Platoon. Be on alert that one of the Prisoners captured with my party has escaped from Interrogation room 47X and his potentially dangerous. Thank you" with that said, Greg clicked off and primed all of his weaponry before leaving the Interrogation room. Time for the hunt.
Jack was walking down the corridor, donned in his newly equipped hell fire armor. He was thinking of destroying this places stockpile of it, to make sure that these bastards wouldn't be invading the wasteland anytime soon. Walking past the interrogation room again, that meant he was walking in a circle. He noticed the man who wished to join the Enclave, Greg was it? Waving to him, Jack tried to disguise his voice, it wasn't that difficult with the power armor aiding him. "Look man, I saw a prisoner walk into that room. I think he is trying to escape, although if we set off the alarm he might try and get away in there, or set a trap. So, I need you to do me a favor, by watching my back when I charge into the room." Greg nodded, and opened the door for Jack. Jack walked in, and saw the ventilation duct, open on the floor. "Looks like he already escaped man, well see ya!" Jack walked out, making sure to pickpocket Gregs ID for opening doors, and lock the door behind him. Greg started banging on the door, but Jack was already long gone, and with no witnesses to the act, except for the Black ops soldier near the door. But Jack took care of him with a shot the head, and dragged him in the interrogation room.
"Damn it!" said Greg, pounding on the door. He then tried blasting the door with his laser rifle, to no avail. Seeing the open airducts, he went up to them, but then realized he would be stuck if he went through with his Power Armor. Quickly taking it off, he put in the ducts ahead of him and pushed it along as he slid along the shafts.
Coming into a common area, Axel pulled out his AEP7 and blasted the bolts holding the grate in place, sending the Power Armor and wanna-be Enclave member down with it. Thankful that no one was in the common area, probably all searching for the prisoner, Gregory quickly re-donned his armor and walked out, intent on finding Jack.
I need to find that piss...what will Major Hale say when I tell him I lost his ID card.... thought Axel.
Fniff1 14:25, 7 May 2009 (UTC)
A soldier came in. "The officers want to see you." he said. Georgie suddenly pulled out a light and smashed it against the soldier. The soldier went out like a light. Hee. Awful pun. Georgie then broke the ventilation shaft above him and went into it. To his relief, the alarm didn't go off.
Greg Axel ran down the corridors, Laser Rifle held in front of him. Finally, he stumbled upon a lone Enclave soldier and raised his rifle at him
"On the orders of Major John Hale, remove your helmet and provide identification! NOW!" ordered Axel and when the soldier simply drew a laser pistol and fired in response, Greg knew he had found his man. Dodging the bolt, Greg sprinted down the corridor and threw a short sword at Jack's helmet.
The blade bounced harmlessly off but the complete randomness of the tactic left Jack stunned for just a moment...the moment Greg needed to slam into Jack and tackle him to the floor. Sure enough, a plastic card laminated with a mug shot of John Hale was hanging from the armor.
Grabbing the ID card, Greg was about to finish the Waster off when he felt something warm bubble around his stomach. That bastard just shot me...that's either the heat of the blast, or my own blood. Probably...probably...both thought Axel, tucking the ID card away as Jack wiggled out from under him and ran down the corridor. Then, Greg fell into the embrace of unconsciousness.
Cerebral Jack began to run away, but was forced to break into a wild sprint and dart behind a corner for cover as he came under fire from a Gatling Laser. "Don't play cat and mouse, you mutie mother-fuck! Give up now and I'll finish you off outright 'fore the SS get their hands on you for interrogation!" Fielding bellowed as he rushed down the corridor, hefting the massive weapon along with him. No response. He whirled around the corner to see... nobody. Bastard. Looking back at the corridor he'd just ran through, he noticed a man in Hellfire Power Armor with an accumulating pool of blood around him. Fielding rushed over, dropping to his knees at the man's side and pulling off his helmet.
It was Hale's pet Wastelander. But the cloth on his chest, bloodsoaked it may have been, was enough indication that he was on Fielding's side. Fielding fired up his helmet's integrated radio. "This is Corporal Fielding! We have a man down in Sector A2, corridor C2. Appears to have sustained wounds to the abdomen. Unclear severity. Requesting immediate assitance." With that broadcasted, he tapped the man's cheek to see if he'd stir. Apparently, he would not. Fielding sighed. "You're gonna be okay, kid."
Jack was in the ventilation shafts, crawling through.He ditched the power armor earlier, and the duct was already open. Apparently some one else was already in here, as he heard panting. Then, he saw the vault dweller from earlier, George. "Looks like you and me had the same idea, eh?"
Fniff1 19:40, 7 May 2009 (UTC)
"Listen,we can't stay long. The enclave use cruel tactics to make sure that you won't get out if you are unlucky enough to be in a enclave take over operasion." Said Gerogie. Then he remembered the screams. Oh god...The screams.
"Yes, because obviously me, being a waste lander for all my life, know nothing of the horrors of the Enclave. Woop de fucking do kid, I was just tortured for the last day and a half, and escape twice. Now, we need to free Jet, Strauss, and that Librarian guy, Alexis or something." Jack then started to crawl through the vents, with Georgie boy following.
Fniff1 19:55, 7 May 2009 (UTC)
"At least you didn't get your back flesh ripped out piece by piece then stitched up and done all over again." Georgie muttered.
Alexis was sat in his ristraints.They were electronic locks luckily alexis had a way out of there if he could reach his radio he could turn it to bordcast and because it was an old modle it could be modified to produce a burst if EMP radiation.He grasped at the transmitor and turned it on unlocking the clasp.take that uber-techies.There was a vent shaft in the corner of the room he could escape from the base through.He jumped up and pulled himself into the vent shafts.
Fniff1 20:09, 7 May 2009 (UTC)
Georgie saw Alexis and crawled over to him. "Can you help me bust the lights in this place? We can't stay in the shafts for long." Georgie asked.
"George, don't try to bust the fucking lights! Alexis, you follow me, I'm going to try to get to Jet's room, and then were going to bust Strauss out. Also, how the fuck can we fit so many people in these shafts?"
Fniff1 20:20, 7 May 2009 (UTC)
"Good point,we better split up. Cast this flare when your out of the flame." Georgie gave Jack a flare. " Don't raise too much attention." Georgie crawled away from the group and into the unknown. "Don't worry,I have a pip boy map on here."
Karen was sitting in her private quarters, cleaning her weapons, when she heard ruffling in the vents above her. She then seen a mutie through the few holes in the vents, then ANOTHER! How the fuck do they fit so many mutants in the vents these days! she thought. She then raised her P90 and sprayed the vents.
Fniff1 20:25, 7 May 2009 (UTC)
"AGH!" Georgie screamed as one of the bullets hit. "CRAWL AWAY!" He shouted.
A bullet glanced off Jacks soldier, as he crawled quickly threw the vents. Alexis was with George, and Jack was crawling backwards, preferably to get to Jets room. The bullets continued assaulting the vents, till part of it fell down, hitting the Enclave soldier spraying with the P90.
"georgie stay close and don't mess up strauss's room is neer here"
Fniff1 20:41, 7 May 2009 (UTC)(Your mom is really Paranoid and futureist to have an army of soilders with laser guns at her command!)
Fniff1 20:48, 7 May 2009 (UTC)(I saw that on TV. Odd,you were her partner and you went down into the sack and she did to and we heard moaning for an hour or so and then cigarette smoke coming from the sack.
Dutch Holmes stood on the outside landing field of Adams Air Force Base, the wind slightly breezing through his air as he registered that there were gunshots just about everywhere echoing inside the prison compound just to the north of him. What the hell was going on in there? Being a Warrior Weapon, Dutch was sure he could kick anyone's asses in there, porvided it wasn't damned Jacob come back from the grave to shoot up more of his classmates. Ruffling his black jacket collar, Holmes opened the blast doors, his hand on his holster. Gunshots certainly weren't ordinary in this quantity at Adams, especially when the Brass were around, like General Chase. When he was around, you couldn't bring even a toothpick within fifty yards of the guy. Stepping inside, Holmes peeked his head around the corner. Clear. i have no idea where the hell i am, but im gonna roll with it. say hello to warrior weapon number dos
Ibram Chase was siting at his desk looking over the reports.Officaly the enclave forces in the area had completed there goal of reactivating the air base and sucuring all tech in the area,Somthing was wrong though Ibram could feel it in his bones still he had one card left up his sleave.The prototype power armor and robots were active.He turned his atention to the problem of the prisinors."Fluffy" the robot apeared from nowhere."Yes sir!" ibram turned to the robot."Infiltrate the ventilation system find the prisnors and remove them"
Fluffy turned the corner towards the ventilation control center.Standing at one of the doors was a man in enclave uniform behind the man was a shadow.Fluffy started scaning his data banks.The man was Dutch Holmes and the shadow behind him was being cast by a ghoul."Warning Combat protocol active!".Fluffy opened fire with his guns at the ghoul not stoping until the ghoul was a pile of slag.Disengaging his combat protocals fluffy aproached the man."Excuse me i belive you could be of assistance a group of wasters have escaped into the vent shafts and i require help removing them"
Gregory Axel slowly woke up, his eyes burning as he stared into bright, white lights.
"Doctor, the patient has woken up from the first round of ansthetic" said a sing-song female voice.
"Good, keep him up for a bit, I need to prep for the next round of surgery anyway. I also believe Major John Hale wants to see him" replied a man, the doctor presumably.
"Very good, sir"
As his eyes began to adjust, a large black shadow filled the room. "Hey Greg, how are you?" asked John, a rare moment of caring showing through his tough SpecForce exterior.
"Major, I am sorry I couldn't...couldn't apprehend or eliminate the prisoner. But I did get your ID card...and I'm fine. Sore as hell...and lacking my memory of what happened" groaned Axel.
John pocketed the ID card and sat in a steel chair brought to him by the nurse.
"The Prisoner; Cerebral Jack, shot you in the abdomen with a AEP7 Laser Pistol. The close proximity of the shot, and the setting the pistol was turned to, punched right through your Power Armor. You started to bleed out almost a minute after the shot and Corporal Fielding found you about three minutes after the matter, and brought you here. Now, I need to get back to duty, we're missing all of the prisoners now, but don't worry, we'll handle the situation...since one of my...squad-mates, has arrived" explained Hale.
"A man from 3rd Special Forces?" inquired Greg.
John looked up from the injured Waster/Enclave and went into deep thought for a moment before replying. "Yeah...you could say that" (Referencing Dutch, as he's a Warrior Weapon as well).
Hale began to walk away, but the faint voice of Greg stopped him. "Major?"
"Tell Fielding thank-you for me" Greg said.
"Will-do. Take it easy"
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