Hey guys, this is my second attempt at a Fallout story and I noticed that nothing ever goes on in the Mid-West and Southern Midwest, so being an Oklahoma guy myself, thought I'd oblige. In Fallout, you hear nothing of the Midwest other than when a character in New Vegas mentions that Caesars Legion owns everything from Eastern Nevada to Colorado. I thought I'd use that as a base. This story will follow a man who grew up on the great planes and was there when the tyrannical Legion invaded and seized the area. You'll have to read more to find out more. Bethesda owns the rights to fallout and I own nothing Fallout's franchise may contain. Here's the Memoirs of the war hero Maxxim; Welcome to the Great Plains, Scavver.
I Maxxim, am nearing the end of my days and the world grows heavy upon my shoulders. I choose to write these memoirs so that when I am dead, our history will not be forgotten. I founded the Republic from nothing but Hope, My love of Ancient Rome, and my sword and Shield. These memoirs will be a reminder of our greatest enemies that lurk in the East and West; those who would steal sovereignty from the Midwest Republic, and your freedom. A reminder that your greatest allies and friends may appear as people you never believed you'd associate with. A reminder that, In the end, all we have is eachother; So we must work together, for, if a man in a unit does not view the men all around him as brothers, how will the Testudo stand and protect? A reminder that,
If you are righteous and fair, you will prosper; and if you are not, you will fail. A last testament to the fact that, this is our home and we must defend it from those who would take it.
I shall share my story with you, reader, so that you may have these reminders, or, if you are not of Mid-Western Blood, you may learn of our legacy and what makes us strong. If we hold to our creed and morals, our republic could last forever, if it bends and gives way to corruption; It will fall.
I was born in the forests near the old Joplin Ruins. Most of this area was destroyed by Fallout from the bombs, not the bombs themselves. Joplin was hit by smaller nuclear runs, as was Kansas city, Tulsa, Spring-field, little rock, Dallas ect. There are probably more but those are the only ruins I can think of right now. St. Louis and Oklahoma city were hit directly. Both more to make a statement, I'd assume, than to destory the nation. Ofcourse it did that anyway.
My family were traders. We'd take what we could find and put in containers we tied to our Brahmin. We had Ma-Siwangs but they were for riding more than packing. A Ma-Siwang is a tall four-legged creature with hooves. It has a long snout and no hair. It has different color skin based on the breed and they make this loud static-y "Neigh" noise. If you have access to books on the past, They're Ghoul Horses. No hair, rather ugly, and immune to radiation. They were named by the Chinese-American prisoners after the great war in the internment camps. There aren't many who can speak chinese today and those that can just use it as a code language with those who can. In spite of all this, using English to Chinese dictionairies and the word of the few people who can speak it, I'm positive that Ma-Siwang means "Death-Horse".
The Mid-West had the most Chinese-American prisoners before the war because it had the most open space. It was the best place to send them since they wanted to keep them away from major cities as not to arouse empathy from American citizens. So, they got every suspected Chinese immigrant and Chinese-Americans and trammed them off to constructed concentration camps for suspected communists and spies. But thats all history. It matters little since the bombs fell.
But I digress... Lets return to my life... I believe I was born around 2230, in the forests outside of the Joplin Ruins. My young life was rather uneventful.
We traveled a lot, I was taught to read by my mother, who was one of the few people we met who could, we made a few extra caps when people would pay her fifty caps a session for her to teach them to read. The more ignorant, the more money. I never really had the time to make friends, we were always on the move. Not many Raiders messed with us because they owed favors to my father for something or another. The ones that did met the blade of my mothers combat knife.
My mother was a beautiful woman, long dark hair, night sky blue eyes, and she was thinner but muscular in her own right. She always wore leather dresses that didn't rip, tear, or get dirty as easy. But she created small incisions around the rim if she needed extra mobility. She had larger breasts which had its own advantages and disadvantages. Advantage meant she could conceal her knife easier. Disadvantage meant that she had to use her knife more because of Rapists. My father was a heavier built man with deep sea blue eyes and dark brown hair. He wore a long trenchcoat with knee high leather boots that got good traction and gripped his legs well. He had sculpted features, almost chiseled but not quite.
"Hello, travelers. You're moving through our territory." A man in metal armor with a gasmask approached us with an assault rifle while a girl in leather with a shotgun followed him and another person in atypical raider armor with a tubed leather bag over his head with a hunting rifle. They were all large and tough. The gas mask man started talking.
"We demand a tax as you're all trespassers. I'm not unreasonable. We demand a tax of 100 caps."
"Terrance?" My father asked. "I remember giving you stimpacs to saveyour sister who was shot in a fight."
"Doesn't matter now. She left to join New Americana. They actually accepted her is my surprise. But I still want that tax, Thomas."
"Those 3 stimpacs cost me 40 caps each. I feel my debt paid WITH interest."
He turned his safety off. I was hiding behind my mother who wore her leather clothes. She reached into her shirt and her hand was near her breasts. She hid her combat stealth knife between her breasts. Some Raiders expected an easy rape victim. They got their throats slit. But back to this scenario.
"Don't make this hard, Thomas."
"I'm not paying you, terrance."
"Fine." He looked down at me hiding behind my mothers legs. "Sheath would really appreciate him over caps." He smiled maliciously. I gripped tighter to my mother. My father looked at my mother and she looked back, something passed between them. My mother stepped forward and my father took me by the hand. I was terrified that I was going to be given away. We were about halfway there then my father reached into his trenchcoat and pulled something out and kept his hand on my shoulder. Then he threw an active fragmentation mine at the trio and yelled: "Start!". He grabbed me and turned around and hugged me to his chest.
The raiders yelled in fear and there was a loud boom behind me and we went flying into the bushes. The Mine killed Terrance and left a cloud of smoke. My mother pulled her knife out that was about 6 inches longer than normal knives and lept through the smoke. She caught the shotgun girl by surprise and slit her throat in a single motion. The other man dropped his gun and bolted away.
"Oh, Fuck!" I'm not dying over this shit!" He yelled.
My mother got a smirk and tossed her knife in the air. She caught it by the tip of the blade and threw it at him. It rotated through the air and buried it deep into his skull. He collapsed immediately and convulsed. Then he stopped. My father got up with me and set me down. I started crying and after retrieving her knife,
my mother returned and picked me up to comfort me. My father took his trench coat off and brushed the frags from it and inspected the ballistic weave padding on the inside. He walked over to the smoking, cut, and burned body parts that once called itself Terrance. He dug through the remains and scavenged what he could.
The assault rifle was fine and my father pulled rounds off him with the armor. "Poor Bastard... I wouldn't have killed him he didn't try to give my son to that pedophilic monster..." He muttered. It took 15 minutes to scavenge everything off the 3 corpses and pack it into the saddlebags on our Ma-Siwangs.
My mother frowned. "He ran before I could leg-sweep him. I must be getting rusty."
"He WAS just a coward, dear. His gun trembled in his hand when Terrance turned his safety off. I don't think he's ever shot anyone. Probably thought being a big bad raider was just a way to make easy caps."
"And now he's dead." She studied the incision in his head. "Didn't reach the Cerebral cortex... Is motherhood making me soft?"
"You got him from the back, dear. You're doing fine." He went up and smooched her. Then they looted his corpse.
There were a few instances like this but everything has become a blur and what I can remember isn't worth mentioning. i'll skip to when the Legion invaded.
But thats for another chapter. I promise more first person accounts, My childhood is just pretty hazy and I don't like remembering my parents... Just makes me think of their fates...
And thats a rap. Chapter 2 soon. I promise it'll pick up. I plan to take this somewhere big. Tell me what you think in the reviews!