First off on my list is my sincerest apologies to those that have read my previous two stories and have been begging me for updates. I have gone over my stories that I have posted and well I'm not very impressed with myself to say the least. So along with this new story I am going to be SLOWLY going over and revising my two old ones. Now, for this story things will be different from the conventional Fallout Universe so hold onto your hats kiddies!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fallout, obviously.
2150 AD: Deep within Vault 101 an ancient computer shuddered, gears turning, circuits sparking, and terminals blinking to life. It had begun.
2162 AD: From space the Earth is said to be more beautiful than any other jewel or metal that money can buy; years ago that may have been true. Now from space the Earth is cloudy and hazy. Yellow fog, like gaseous sulfur, taking place of the once snow white clouds, now covered the long ago pristine oasis called Earth. If one looked close enough they would see a shiny black satellite opening up, its solar panels extending to soak up energy, and the glowing blood red rings illuminating the main body. And if one looked even closer they would see a white E surrounded by twelve white stars…
2255 AD: Elder Lyons and the Brotherhood of Steel arrive in the Capital Wasteland.
2259 AD: The Lone Wanderer is born in Vault 101 to the Vault's resident doctor and scientist James Black and Overseer Catherine Black. Alphonse Almodovar is made Chief of General Vault Operations and his daughter, Amata, is born.
2276 AD: James sighed again, rubbing his temples in frustration at his son's antics. Looking up from his medical clip board to his son Darren, the corner of his lips twitching into a frown momentarily before speaking through clenched teeth,
"Son, I'm not going to tell you again. You are not sick, now get off the examination table and get to class. Now. You have to take your G.O.A.T today, no ifs, ands, or buts", at this Darren merely rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. The clinic door opened with a soft hissing sound, the hydraulic mechanisms whirring as they forced the door upwards, stopped the words that were about to roll off of James's tongue. In the pristine steel doorway stood Amata Almodovar in her soft blue Vault 101 jumpsuit, it hugging her curves in all the right places. Creamy white skin led up from her throat to her full cherry red lips, cute little pixie nose, soft chocolate eyes, and glossy midnight black hair pulled into a ponytail. Darren smirked at the sight before him; Amata stood with her hands on her hips, her cherry red lips pulled up into a slight smirk, and a devious glint in her usually kind eyes.
"Well, are you just going to stand there all day and stare or are we going head to Mr. Brotch's class? Hmm?", Amata spoke softly, her voice carrying through the unusually quiet Clinic. Darren quickly nodded and enthusiastically hopped off the Clinic table, his Vault 101 issue boots squeaking as he speed over to his best friend. Amata touched his arm gently, her blood red painted finger nails squeezing his arm gently as she leaned in close, her lips next to his ear as she quickly and quietly whispered to him. She pulled back, squeezed his arm in a comforting manner before letting go and stepping into the Clinic. Darren swallowed thickly before shaking his head, stepping out of the doorway and heading to Mr. Brotch's class. Amata stood with her arms crossed, the light of the Clinic giving her an angry arua. James sighed in acceptance before swiveling around in his chair to meet Amata's gaze. The young woman pulled up a chair and began speaking softly, her voice cracking
"Does he know?". James sat still, staring off in the distance at the steel walls bathed in white light from the Vault's lights. Amata repeated her question only with more force this time, her fists clenched at her sides as she shot out of her chair. James's eyes flickered to hers for only but a mere second and she knew the answer before he even told her. Amata spun on her heel and fled the Clinic, looking back at James, her head turned over her shoulder with a sole tear running down her right cheek. She stepped out of the door's way and it slid close with a soft click and a near silent hiss. James croaked out a single word,
"No…". He bent over his desk as he spun around to face it and placed his head in his hands, a single tear leaked out of his eye and dripped down onto the medical clipboard on his desk. That damn clipboard...
2277 AD: Darren knocked on the cold steel door, his reflection staring back at him, seeming to taunt him for the coming conversation that he dreaded. A "come in" prompted him to press the button next to the heavy steel door causing it open. Before the young man of eighteen years of age sat the Overseer, the ruler of all, the master of Vault 101, and his mother. Darren's mother was the classic American woman of every man's dream; with her beautiful full curves, pale creamy white skin, sharp aristocratic cheekbones and face and caring emerald green eyes; it wasn't hard to see how his father fell in love with her. Overseer Black looked up from her computer expecting another report from Chief Almodovar however she was shocked to see her son standing there, scratching the back of his head nervously. Her son's tense stance caused Catherine to raise an eyebrow so she powered down her computer and rose to embrace her son. Darren wrapped his mother in a hug, burying his face in her sleek chocolate brown hair that carried a faint smell of something called lilies, a flower if Old Lady Palmer was to be believed. Darren pulled back and met his mothers eyes, calming down and relaxing from the warm look in them. Catherine smiled at her son before pulling away and drifting to the Overseer's outlook window overlooking the Vault's Atrium, she smiled gently as she watched her citizens mill about. Darren cleared his throat causing his mother to turn to him and tilt her head at him, much like a cat would.
"Mother, we need to speak", Darren stuttered out, his nerves coming back full force.
"Yes sweetie?", Catherine urged him to speak, her hand gesturing to do so.
"Mother, I'm eighteen now and… well as you know, when you turn eighteen you are allowed to move out of your parents apartment and into your own." Catherine nodded,bringing up her hand to rest her head on, a lone finger resting on her lips.
"Thats what I intend to do Mom. I just thought you should know, maybe you would be happy that you don't have to me make breakfast for three anymore, just two now." Catherine turned around fully, her back now to the outlook window. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she opened her eyes again, this time they shone with happiness and unshed tears.
"Darren, you have no idea how happy this makes me. To see my little boy all grown up," she let out a choked laugh, " well, not so little anymore. You have made your father and I so proud over the years and I know you will continue to do so, maybe even marry a certain black haired woman? Hmm?," Darren blushed at his mother's insinuation of the future but smiled at the thought of marrying his girlfriend and longtime best friend.
"Do you have any idea about what career path you are going to pursue dear? You have so many options and paths open to you because of your success on your G.O.A.T. Hmm, maybe you can become the next Overseer when I step down. Or maybe the head of Vault Security or even pursue a career path through medicine and science like your father." Catherine questioned, wanting to make sure that her only child was thinking of his future. Darren was hesitant to answer and that immediately put Catherine's "mom senses" on alert. After a few seconds of procrastination Darren finally sighed and mumbled out an answer.
"What was that dear?" Catherine raised her eyebrows in question.
"I want to be Vault Overseer and pursue some scientific research," he stated with finality and steel entering his eyes as if challenging his mother to argue his choice. Catherine stood shocked at her son's answer but quickly leapt forward and hugged her son, silent tears streaming down her cheeks and sniffling slightly.
"Mom?! Are you okay?" Darren worriedly asked her, concerned that he said something that upset her. She just continued to sniffle and crush her son in bear hug. Finally Catherine pulled back and smiled at her son,
"I couldn't be happier with your decision Darren-" however what she was going to say was interrupted by her computer emitting an emergency alarm sound. Catherine's eyes widened before she unwrapped her arms from her son and bolted over to her computer with Darren close behind her. On her screen was a simple message from the Vault's mainframe alerting her of a new door ready to open at the back of the vault near the reactor room. Catherine looked at Darren and they both knew they needed to speak with the rest of the important Vault staff before something bad happened.
Well guys, what do you think? Hmm? Any good? Well its going to get much better as we progress along the storyline. As you may or may have not guessed I truly love the Enclave and would join them if I could… sadly Bethesda won't let me. Maybe in Fallout 4 we can join the Enclave! Lets hope so! Alright everybody please leave a review, any suggestions and comments are welcome as are questions. Sincerely, ChainzOfThePast.