This is the short intro to my fallout story, Tabalu rasa, it would have written a longer intro but that would have ruined the feel. While it is the same intro to the game and the main character is courier, they story will not be the same but will follow some of the main plot and there will be many characters from the games as well as OCs. This story will also some of the best mods from the fallout nexus into the game, to any one who is a Modder whose mod is used in the story I mean to take absolutely no credit and when a mod first appears in the story I will put a credit to the mods author in the chapter. Also the story will go up to M but will remain T for a time a the beginning so that awarness is raised, so there will be no mature content in the first chapters. As always please read and review.
My eyes snapped opened as the feeling of the cold night wind as it raced over my face and whirred in my ears. From the feeling of cold on my left cheek I knew that I was lying on my side. My eyes darted between the sights around me as the warmth from a small fire warmed my face. Three men stood in front of me facing away, talking loudly about something I could care less about. Scanning my surroundings further the details of the situation began to arise. The three men were part of the khans, the distinctive markings on the black leather vests gave them away. The dull throbbing that seeped into the muscles of my legs told me that I had taken a bullet in my right calf; I could feel the warm puddle of blood around my leg. A sting sensation burned in my wrists, a glance reviled rope wound around them tightly. Dirt and blood caked my hands; the usual white skin was stained and streaked with mud that had gathered in rivers on the surface of my skin. A few feet away from me I observed a body of a man, the stench that permeated the cool air of the desert night told me of his condition. Explains the blood I thought as I looked up at the moon, its pale glow making the shadows from the fires flames dance around the men. I did my best to remain silent as I pulled my wounded leg in but I let out a slight grunt causing the men to turn as I groaned through the pain as I pulled myself to my knees. I raised my head looking up at them, it took more effort than it should have, god I am so tired.
"Well, looks like he got some fight left in him after all" one of the man sneered "you know I was all for cutting your fucking head off for what you did to Mitch but the boss said no"
I didn't answer; I felt no sympathy for the man who I had killed whose remains lay only a few meters away. The noise of footsteps made my ears perk up as the dirt crunched from behind me, they stopped just behind me. A hand rested on my shoulder for a second, I could hear the owner of the hand let out a sigh behind me. I looked down at to my left willing myself as much as I could to stay awake, my eyes rested on a pair of black shoes. The fires light danced on them for a second before they moved and I followed with my eyes as a man walked in front of me. He wore a checkered suit, with gray pants were slightly dusty and he wore a look of sympathy on his face as he looked at me. His black hair rustled a bit in the wind, the brim of my hat shook slightly in the cool breeze.
The man pulled out a shiny round object from a jacket pocket. I squinted at it and realized that it was a poker chip, its silver color bounced light off it as he twisted it in his fingers. The dancing silver light left as he replaced it in his pocket, I closed my eyes as another cool breeze caressed my dirt encrusted left cheek. The click of a lighter resounded over the crackle of the fire, the scent of burning tobacco fluttered around my nose. I opened my eyes to the see the man closing a lighter and a burning cigarette held in his lips as a small stream of smoke drifted from his mouth. He turned away, I stared at his back wondering when he would finally decide that it was time to send me to meet my maker for I knew that was their intention and to be frank I had it coming. The man in the suit sighed as he dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his shoe before turning back to face me.
"Time to cash out" he said still looking at me.
"Will you get it over with" a khan to my left said.
"Maybe Khans kill people with out looking them in the face" He said holding up a finger as he spoke condescendingly towards the man "but Im no fink, dig?" as he reached in to his jacket an pulled the coin back out and held it up.
"You made your last delivery friend" He said confirming to me that they had been after the package I was carrying. He replaced the chip into his jackets pocket; I could here the faint howl of a coyote in the distance.
"Sorry you got twisted up in this scene" He said as he drew a pistol from inside his jacket. Its polished nickel frame gleamed in the moonlight; the engraving in it seemed like dark lines on the surface of ice. He leveled the barrel at my head, the black opening of the guns muzzle meet my eyes. And they say that gates to hell are as black as night I thought as I looked the man in the eye. The Khans shifted were they stood, the sound of the dirt being moved as they shuffled their feet uncomfortably. One of the khans tightened the grip on his rifle, the wood grip creaked a bit as he did.
"From where you're kneeling this must seem like an eighteen karat run of bad luck" He said before I spoke for the last time.
"Just make it quick, I have had this coming for a long time" I said accepting that I would finally pay for all my wrongs. He nodded; the khans looked around with a wild excited look in their eyes as though this was something exciting to them. I could see one of the gangsters smile at me out of the corner of my eye as I stared down the tunnel that would lead to oblivion.
"The truth is the game was rigged from the start" the man said before a bright flash filled my eyes and I knew nothing more.