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Wastes of Oz Chapter I

War.

War never changes, from the age of stone to nuclear holocaust. War has changed the world during our rise and fall of power. War has changed the lives of many, such as the Vault Dweller, The Chosen One, and the Lone Wanderer. Now the winds of war have stirred again for one individual in vault 20, Dorothy Gale.


Dorthy woke up from a strange dream of vault inhabitants she has never seen before and of people from beyond the vault. Her brown eyes stared up at the gray steel ceiling as if it held the meaning of life. These senseless dreams were . . . just that, without any rhyme or reason. At the beeping sound her pip-boy emitted, she sighed and got out of bed, "No use wishing for something that can never happen." Dorothy quickly donned her vault-tec issued jumpsuit and her own personalized lab coat. "Time to go to work," she told herself in a singsong voice that did nothing to brighten her mood. She could tell it was just going to be one of those days that would have her chanting in her head 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job'.

Walking into the aeronautics lab Dorthy kissed an elderly man and said, "Morning dad." Her father was a small man with graying brown hair that was starting to bald. "Morning dear, I hope you feed Toto this morning," said her father with a smirk, "cause I hope he's not trying to eat the couch again this morning." "No dad, I fed him." Dorthy said with a sigh, rolling her eyes.
"Good," said her father, "Oh and watch out hell-mira is on the warpath today, don't know what it is this time?"
"Toto probably got into her garden again," said Dorthy "I swear that woman just doesn't understand, don't be such a nag and people won't sick their animals on you." "Dorthy . . ." warned her father.
"Not that 'I' would do such thing." Dorthy quickly recovered. "Right," said her father, "just so you know."

Dorthy nodded and quickly got to work finalizing the design of her father's latest project. It was still in the testing stage and wasn't ready for a full test, but her father was certain that his design would work and would revolutionize travel in the wastes. Dorthy personally had never been to the waste but she had heard stories from merchants who stopped by to trade with the vault. Stories of the Vault Dweller and the Lone Wanderer filled her childhood and spent many hours playing kill the mutant with the other children. She chuckled at the memories of her childhood and continued working when she heard an uproar in her father's office. Elmira Gultch, Vault 20's sanitary committee president, was screaming at her father, probably about his use of hydraulic oil. She shook her head, 'that woman'. Dorthy thought and watched as Gultch left in a huff. 'guess dad told her what he thought, go dad!' Her dad, came out of his office with a worried look on his face "Dorthy I have bad news." he said.
"Your fired." guessed Dorthy worried by her father's tone.
"I wish," he said, "Elmira came by today to say that Toto has to go. where she got this crazy idea that he's got rabies, I don't know, but its a crock. But still she's got a signed order from the overseer, there is nothing we can do or say," her father sighed, "they're taking him now."

Dorthy couldn't stand to listen to anymore of this talk. Desperately, she hoped this was some kind of sick joke and Toto will be waiting at the door for her. she ran as fast as she could out of the lab towards her and her father's home. It was a blur of the different hallways that twisted and turned toward her 'house'. Her heart dropped when she reached her home and saw three vault security guards pushing HER Toto, her pure breed Siberian husky with mismatched color eyes, into a dog crate with a muzzle strapped to his mouth.
"You, leave my Toto alone!You God-damn-mother-fu-!" screamed Dorthy only slightly muffled by a hand slapping over her mouth.
"Dorthy don't make this any worse than what it is," said her father "we'll talk to the overseer and straighten this all out, okay?"
Dorthy screamed some more into her father's hand in reply, but it was too muffled to be understood. Tears of frustration and anger started to coarse down her cheeks. Toto, seeming to sense his owner in distress, turned his questing mismatched eyes toward her. The vault security took this as a threat to their persons and brandished a stun baton to Toto's hind. A blue spark flashed and Toto went down with a whimper.
Dorthy's eyes widened at the sight and immediately bit down on her father's hand.
A pained protest came from her father sounding some what like "Dorthy" as he automatically jerked and clutched his hand to his chest.
She ran forward and struck the first security guard in the jaw with a sharp right hook, turned and kicked the second, then tackled the third, landing a few punches before she was pulled off the guard by her father.
"Get control of your daughter!" screamed first security guard holding his jaw and inwardly cursing the spirited nineteen-year-old.
"just get the d- where's the dog!" shouted the second guard as all he saw was a muzzle and collar restraint on the floor, no Toto to be seen.
Dorthy forcefully broke away from her father determined to find Toto before the guards could.