AN: I make no money off of this, and make little money to begin with. Fallout and Sta Trek are the properties of their respective owners I make no claim on them.
This is a SI AU based on the amazing story Shinobi: The RPG on Spacebattles, Seriously check it out, it is also influenced by Infinite Diversities another amazing fic here on .
Here is a link to the thread on Spacebattles where the majority of the discussion an world building take place.
threads/phasers-and-fallout-si.410933/#post-24023744
Enjoy and feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Chapter 1Well that was different, I thought as I blearily rubbed at my sleep crusted eyes.
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"Look Out!" was the last words I remember hearing.
I was walking down the sidewalk, heard the shout, and looked up to see chunks of rebar falling from the sky.
I felt the beginnings of an impact to my forehead as I was slammed to the pavement. That's when it gets fuzzy.
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Oww my head, it hurts a bit but it's not that bad, it's a distant pain. I'm feeling floaty, and kinda fuzzy around the edges and I'm looking at a green glowing box hanging in space. Now pretty sure that I was at least getting the good stuff for my stay in the hospital I stared, blinked at it for a bit, then shrugged and decided to have a bit of fun while the meds lasted.
Well I had a build I had wanted to try out for a bit anyway, let's do it. OK take a point off strength as it started at six oddly enough, weren't special all supposed to start at five? Ohh well if the drugs are giving freebies who was I to argue. So five strength, let's put perception to 6. Now endurance, let's try something new, I then dropped in five more points bring it up to ten.
OK charisma, meh kinda helpful, kinda not, so take two points away from the five there leaving it at three, skip to luck...
Huh, why was luck at six? Ohh well drop that down to two, don't really need a bunch of criticals...
Back to agility and put a point in, now to intelligence. Always make that a ten, gets me the most points to invest when I level, and I hate to play stupid characters. Finished I poked the big green done button at the bottom of mister glowy, floaty hallucination.
Then a screen then the skill point screen popped up, on it science, guns, and barter were tagged. I switched barter out for repair, honestly I never noticed a big enough difference from charisma to invest in it much... I loved repair, such a useful skill in so many ways, not to mention it fit the build I had in mind.
Up came the trait screen, now this is when things seemed a little odd I saw the normal perks like Trigger Discipline and Kamikazi, but then I saw one labeled Scotty's Little Brother and another labeled A Good Day to Die.
These are new, highlighting Scotty's little brother with a tap its description read "when in mortal peril you are able to get more out of machinery than is possible, maybe the machine spirits will answer some day. When building or modifying equipment 10% chance for equipment or modification to be one level lower than constructed.". Highlighting A Good Day to Die I read its description, "when facing superior foes, +20 points hp, gain +1 endurance, strength, and luck, when facing enemies of a lower level -20 hp, -1 endurance, strength, and luck ".
Both those sounded great, but I think that I will go with my old standby of Trigger discipline, and this build would work with Scotty's Little Brother thought... meh I'm trying new things anyway, with another tap I highlighted it.
My selections made I poked the final done sign and the fuzzy, warm, darkness flooded my vision.
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Oww my head... Why does it hurt so much?! And what is the goddamn beeping?!
Cracking open my sleep crusted eyes I saw a ceiling, a flat, white ceiling. That is not mine... My thoughts were slow and fuzzy, everything was almost disconnected...
Wait a second! Last thing I remember was rebar falling on me from the sky! Panic started to set in and I tried to sit up and was quickly brought to a halt by the dozen tubes and cables attached to various parts of my body, along with the splitting pain in my head.
Cradling my throbbing head as alarms wailed do to the sudden loss of signal. I heard a commotion from outside as the door slid open and admitted a nurse.
Now this wasn't something out of the ordinary, I mean I had metal spikes fall from the sky onto my head I was either dead or in the hospital. As there were no angels singing Glory, Glory Hallelujah! I don't think I am dead. The alarms, tubes, and draft from down under all pointed to one thing, hospital. As this went through my mind I looked up and saw the nurse.
"Wow I have got to be on the good stuff, cause I'm seeing green people" was probably not the best thing to say, but it was the first thing to come to mind. I blame the drugs and my generally crappy brain-mouth filter.
Not wasting a moment, the woman, and wow what a woman, she was wearing one of those skirt dresses that nurses used to, had legs that were to die for and had fiery red hair worn long. Walked over and cupped the back of my neck with one hand as she gently pushed me back into a reclining position with her other hand on my chest. Giving me a smile that seemed to light up her face she, quickly walked to the equipment on the bedside and started to reattach cables and silence alarms, when she finished she looked at me and said "The doctor will be by soon, try and get a little rest." As she walked out of the room sleep swallows me again.
I woke up to a much clearer head and some disturbing memories. Did I really dream or hallucinate the character creation from a mishmash of fallouts? Also what the hell did the doc give me to make me see green people?
OK get it together, last thing that I know happened was walking by the new skyscraper, a loud twang and a warning, then black.
That means hospital, because I really doubt walking off severe head trauma was in the cards...
So... Where am I? Looking around got me a good look at a white room, with medical equipment built into the walls. Now the equipment looked advanced but as I know nothing about medical equipment that wasn't from TV, I doubt that was a good teacher...
OK from the single occupant room and super modern architecture, I am betting on a private hospital.
As my thoughts raced the door opened.
A doctor, well I'm assuming he's a doctor. I mean the lab coat, semi permanent scowl, and stethoscope all point to doctor.
He walked over and pulled a glowing tablet from a holder on the foot of the bed and proceeded to read through it. As I waited for him to acknowledge my existence, seriously his bedside manners suck, his scowl deepens and a low growl came from his throat.
Welp, I'm tired of waiting.
"So doc, am I gonna make it?"
With one last angry grunt at the tablet, he faced me.
"Considering you survived rebar through the brain, I think that you have a pretty good chance".
"What?!"
"Yeah you were walking to close to the construction, one of the loaders malfunctioned and dumped a load of rebar over the side. You happened to be the unlucky SoB that was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Holy Shit! Do I have brain damage?! No wait of course I do, how bad is it?"
He walked over to a touch panel and tapped an arrow pointing up a few times.
I felt something cold flow I to my arm, my vision blurred for a split second and a little box bordered in purple, popped up you have been injected with Diprivian, 1/75.
Okay what the fuck? Okay wow feeling calmer.
"Can't have you getting too worked up, we need that new grey matter to integrate properly. For your information you are in Tucker Memorial Hospital, one of the finest in the federation."
"Now yes you have brain damage, we replaced the destroyed portion of your brain with grey matter from the Vulcan rock slug, useful little creatures" the last part was muttered into his hand as he coughed lightly.
"You will be fine with some rest, most memories will come back over a period of one month, some may be lost forever, and some may be triggered by somatic stimulation."
With a glance at my dumbfounded face, to make sure I was following even in my drug enforced calm, he continued.
"You will be released in 3 days time, with a check up scheduled for a month from your release date. The bill was taken care of by the construction company so don't worry about that. I'll see you in three days, get some rest".
After dropping these bombshells he replaces the pad and exits the room closing the door.
Two words keeps repeating inside of my head Federation, Vulcan.
Ohhhhh holy shit, I don't know what to think.
Okay don't freak out, okay... Got it, drugs are awesome. Information I need Information, then I hear it, a familiar tune. A purple box appeared with the title R&R after that a second little box appeared with rest and recover from your injuries.
Nope
Well I'm worried now.
Hopefully sleep will make things better.
I pull the blankets up and shut my eyes, I immediately fall into the darkness.
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I wake up in exactly six hours, I don't know how I know this I just do.
I feel great, that's odd because apparently three days ago i was impaled through the FUCKING HEAD.
I run my hands along my body, no bruises, no aches and pains, not even my head.
I am not sure how to explain this.. Hope the doc just rolls with it.
I see the call button and press it, pretty soon the same beautiful nurse comes in. Now I appreciate a beautiful woman as much as the next man but for some reason she makes me feel like a shy schoolboy in front of his crush, this can't be natural. Perception 6/6 +25 XP
Thanks hallucination
"I was just wondering if I could get a tablet or something... I-I'm bored out of mind here" Did I really just stutter?!
She frowned cutely then a look of comprehension dawned "Oh a pad, sure sweetie, just a minute"
She left and a few minutes later she returned with the futuristic tablet, pad, I reminded myself.
Now for Knowledge.
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Three days later I was sitting on what was apparently my coach. It was in the main room of my little two room apartment. I was just staring at the wall taking it all in. Thoughts raced round and round my head at speeds I didn't know possible, theories on how I got here were examined and discarded multiple times per second. Throughout the storm in my head one thought remained steady.
I am not in my old universe.
That had been a hard realization, I didn't have anyone left there but it was still hard. My family in both universes had been taken from this earth far before their time.
I found this when I entered my apartment and saw the memorial stand near the door, pictures, a service flag, trinkets, and a place with birth and death dates were on display.
It hurt, for some reason, I hadn't even know these people and yet I felt an old, raw, familiar pain in my heart...
*****
It appears I am in a Star Trek universe, I say "a" verse because it sure as hell is not the one Gene Rodenberry glimpsed. For one WW3 raged for 30 years with augments on both sides, it even went nuclear a few times. Apparently Star Fleet and society in general are more martial. Along with over 90% of humanity being genetically modified at a medium to low level. This means that the base human here would be considered near the highly fit civilian level back in my original universe.
Apparently the Hegemony back in WW3 felt that its citizens and soldiers needed to be better all around to survive and took it upon itself to make them better. All food had retroviral modifications introduced, doctors would sneak shots in etcetera. Along with the interbreeding with version one and two augments the human baseline went up dramatically. The modifications have been passed down the generations and new ones are introduced slowly every few years after extensive testing.
I don't honestly know how to feel about this. On one hand it lead to the end of the worst war in human history, on the other people weren't given any choice. But what is done is done.
I also now live according to fallout logic. This took me a while longer to accept, but accept it I did. I can't just keep praying that the brain injury was at fault... Besides denial was never my strong point.
This particular revelation was impossible to ignore.
When I went to check out of the hospital I was handed a clipboard. As soon as it touched my hand the world blurred and froze. A screen appeared with a blinking cursor, it was asking me to put in a name.
Ohh crap none of this is a hallucination was it. I can't blame things on the drugs anymore, this is really happening.
So I now have to name myself? Really game, reality, whatever!?
Fine, fine.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
I need a name, nothing recognizable. Can't very well name myself Khan, that would probably end really badly.
Hey, there's an option for default name.
Let's see what happens.
Okay apparently my name is Ryan Morrison. Well it's not bad, and I don't know of anyone with that name...
I accepted and the world started moving again, my body seemed to go on autopilot. Filling out the discharge paperwork without my input, I knew what I was writing, but I wasn't aware I k ew the information until now.
That's kinda freaky.
The paperwork finished, I was officially free from the dreaded hospital. I was handed a bag containing my personal effects that I had on me at the time of the accident. Quickly making my way to freedom I approached the main entrance and exit.
As I passed through the main doors a screen appeared before me Character creation finished, after this all choices are permanent. Would you like to proceed? After gaping for a moment I hit the yes button.
Taking my bag and walking out in a haze I went and slumped on a bench. Have to check the bag.
Touching it a little box showing what was inside appeared hovering in the upper right hand of my view, I saw a pair of jeans, a little cash, and a wallet. I experimentally touched the jean label in the box and I was suddenly wearing them, no more itchy hospital sweat pants!
I quickly hit the take all icon and the bag was suddenly empty and stuff was in my pockets. I pulled out the brown leather wallet and looked inside of it, there was the cash, 30 federation credits, a broken phone, and a driver's license.
Thank God there was a slip of paper in the wallet with my address and apartment number in it.
Walking to the street I approached a taxi and asked him if the driver if he could take me to the address. With a quick look at what I assumed was a future GPS he said yes.
*****
Now I am sitting in the apartment of a dead man, no my apartment.
Ryan Morrison died just like I did, but for some reason God, Q, or some other higher power decided I needed a second chance or was just bored or something.
I won't let this break me, I didn't let loseing my only family break me, Basic didn't break me, I won't let this break me.