[December 22, 2289]
[New Reno]
This was it. New Reno, Many many years later. The Chosen One surveyed the area, their long gray hair whipping in the wind. Their cybernetics creaking as they walked. He entered the Town that was a second home for them 48 years ago. It looked like shit then, it still does. He steadily walked through the streets, ignoring the advances of the whores and temptations drug dealers.
"I had a wife." He said to the Hookers.
"Never Again." He told the Drug Dealers.
The 67 year old kept walking. He had done all this before.
But he was on a Mission. He had to find Her. But to find Her...He had to find Him.
From what he knew, the Wright Family took over New Reno about 10 years ago, but The Bishop Family still were held in high regard.
He stopped by Salvatore's Bar for a pint before continuing on to the Shark club. Almost immediately after entering, a Mobster sneered at the Elder entering his turf. "Someone should put you down, Old Dog."
The Chosen One promptly smashed his fist into the man's throat before hoisting him up, very literally choking him to death and bringing him a good 2 feet off the floor.
Of course, Clicks of safeties going off interrupted the assault as various Mobsters attempted to help their friend.
"I've dealt with Morons like you on a regular basis." The Elder growled, tightening his grip. "I suggest you back the hell off and bring me Leon Bishop."
The Mobsters looked at one another with uncertainty. Murmurs of "Who is this guy?" and "What should we do?" were passed around. The Chosen one slammed the strangled Mobster into a wall.
"Bishop!" He Snarled. "NOW!"
"He isn't here, Kyle." A familiar woman said, walking from behind the Mobsters, wearing a leather jacket over a fine dress, her hair dyed blonde to hide the gray seeping through.
"Angela." Kyle said flatly. "Surprised your still alive, even with the Drugs and Booze."
She shrugged. "I quit after Leon was born." She sighed. "Can you let the guy go?"
Kyle dropped the Mobster who scrambled away, cursing repeatedly. Soon, the Club dipped back into order with people returning to their tables and posts. Angela took Kyle's hand, surprised at it's roughness, and led him to the Backroom.
As soon as they were out of sight, he ripped his hand away from her. "Don't you dare touch me again." He spat.
"I understand." The Mob Woman said, sitting down for a Cigarette. "But your hands are oddly rough for a man who supposedly lives and runs a Utopia. I hear New Arroyo is nice this time of year."
Kyle scowled. "I've spent 2 years up North In Alaska. Getting back into the Swing of Things." He stretched his arm, the Cybernetic Joint swiveling. "They found this Exosuit to help me move better, but it doesn't have many uses inside a Mansion."
He dropped his arm. "Plus, I'm looking for someone. and Only My son would know where She is."
Angela looked at him for a moment, seeing little of the 19 year old who visited her all those years ago. "He's down in the Gator Keys." She answered. "Last I heard, He wanted to get some profit off the Trade route between Ami and Orleans."
And just like that, He left. Angela watched him go without a word, chuckling to herself. He didn't look the same, but he acted the same.
[East Coast, The Castle.]
A force of about 100 Mini-Nukes had eradicated Spectacle Island. Attempted Rescue efforts were shut down instantly, going on the remains of the island was suicide, even with Power Armor or a Hazmat suit.
Instead, the Brotherhood listed the Prydwen to float over the Island, just outside the Radioactive Hotspot Area of Effect.
With Vertibirds flying down to observe Damage for only a minute before retreating. It wasn't much, but it helped anyway. The Minutemen cut the knot by sending in Sentry Bots, Assaultrons, and Eyebots to inspect the area.
Nate Logan, General of the Minutemen, was doing his damnedest to help. But all he could do was wander aimlessly, His heart was telling him to fly far away to the North, in hopes to find something...
Any trace of Shaun.
Lost to him once again.
At the end of the day, he just sat in his Office in the Castle listening to the Reports.
"The Prydwen just returned to the Airport." Preston said. "Both their reports and our Robots say that anyone who survived the Explosion, however unlikely, is a feral now."
The Document lay scattered across Nate's desk, he stared at it indifferently. Images of Death and Decay filled his mind, snapping him into attention.
"We'll have to address this." Preston sighed.
Nate stood up abruptly. "Then Address it." He walked out of the room, a look of pure determination on his face. He found Catherine and Bray in the Courtyard, talking with some Brotherhood Paladins.
"Attention!" He barked, they both turned in surprise, the Paladins saluting.. "Get a Vertibird Ready for long Distance travel, approximately 30 miles along the coast, possibly 40 if we have to search."
He turned to Bray and Catherine. "As for you two, Your coming with me. Get up to the Landing Platform, I'll be up there soon."
They only nodded in response, he walked off towards the armory.
"What was that?" Bray muttered in confusion. "I mean, I've done the whole Roaring Rampage of Revenge, but Jesus, He's being so damn sophisticated about it."
Catherine shrugged. "Whatever, I kinda don't want to stick around anyway."
"True." Bray agreed.
[5 Hours later.]
Bray rubbed his wrist, the absence of his Pipboy making his wrist feel awkward. Catherine seemed to agree, shaking her hand in discomfort.
Nate had come by to give them new Pip-Boys, the 3000 Mk IV series to replace their old 3000's.
The device felt like Plastic, lightweight yet still bulky. The two wanderers slipped theirs on, spending the next 5 minutes transferring their Information from their old Pip-boys to the new ones.
"You can play games on this!?" Bray asked dumbstruck. "Hell yeah! I'm gonna waste Hours on this!"
"64kb RAM?" Catherine muttered. "This is a shit computer."
The doors opened, and in walked Nate, clad in a less bulky version of his Marine Armor, painted Jet black with a Cybernetic frame similar to a Power Armor Frame interconnecting the armor pieces. He wore a Helmet that looked like a mix between a Pilot's Helmet and a Motorcycle Helmet, also Jet Black. The Visor on it was shuttered, with Nate's face exposed. A pair of dog-tags hung from a necklace.
Bray just stared. "How long have you had THAT!?" He yelled. "You could've used that days ago!"
"This is a rare Black Operative Exosuit, Miniature Power Armor if you will. It dates back before the War, I think People on the West Coast still use them." Nate Explained, waving a hand over himself for emphasis. "I tested them back before the War, the Helmet is an Original however."
"What does it do?" Catherine inquired.
"It's similar to Bray's Ranger Helmet, It is connected to a Database and Scanner, and it includes several Vision modes."
He reached up and pressed a button on the Helmet's side, the Helmet's Visor clamped down, forming a smooth dome-like surface, blacked out to completely obscure Nate's face.
"You look like a futuristic space marine." Bray chuckled. "Just don't go destroying a Solar System Confederation or something. We might want in too."
[That was a Jab at Infinite Warfare. Say, doesn't Nate's armor look familiar?]
"Wouldn't dream of it." Nate replied.
"Oh it comes with a hood." Catherine observed, grabbing the fabric and flipping it over the Helmet, giving Nate a Futuristic Assassin look. "Wow, that's pretty intimidating."
The General flipped the hood off, the helmet opening back up. "You need to work on your sarcasm." He deadpanned.
A Minutemen walked in. "General! Your Verti-Bird is waiting!"
All three Wanderers nodded, rushing off to the Landing Platform.
Surprisingly, Deacon was waiting for them, sitting on a pile of crates. He stood up up seeing them
"Hey, Nate." The Master of Disguise greeted, smoking a cigarette. "Damn you look awesome, Black's a good color for you. Anyway, Desmonda told me to give this to you."
He reached down, grabbing a Gauss Rifle sitting at his feet. He hoisted the large weapon into Nate's arms, who easily lifted it.
"I'm seeing some Modifications." Nate observed, turning the weapon over to inspect it.
"Yep, Tinker Tom modified to to shoot Railway Spikes. He put like 5 fusion cores in there that electrify the Spikes. Same kick as a 2mm EC, but with the added bonus of skewering somebody." Deacon shrugged. "No kill like overkill as they say."
"Damn Right." Nate handed off the weapon to Bray, who could lift it with some difficulty. Deacon perked up. "Oh yeah, Here." He reached down, pulling out a pistol from his holster. "I know you want me to keep it, but it might help you."
Nate took the Deliverance, putting it in his spare holster on his left hip. "We don't know what's up there Deacon, but thanks."
With that, The General and Co hopped aboard the Verti-Bird as it took off.
[31 Miles North.]
It was Night time when they arrived, the Verti-Bird Pilot used a makeshift Radar to detect the Plane's black box. A search light lit up the coast in search.
Nate stepped away from the Minigun, crouching down on the edge. Holding on to the hand strap, he pressed the button on the side of his helmet, the visor clamped down. Night vision kicking in as he scanned the beaches.
"We got a signal!" Catherine called from the cockpit. "To the North-West!"
"That Doesn't help." Bray snarked. "There's nothing but water to the East and nothing but land to the West!"
Catherine shot him a glare. "Then look to the West!"
Nate shifted his gaze to the Mainland, scanning the Hills and valleys. A glint of light caught his eye. This was his cue, throwing on his hood, he jumped.
His suit's cybertics boosted his leap, sending him careening across water and towards the coast. He met the sand, rolling forward and stopping himself with the flat of his hand in a 3 point landing pose, super-hero style.
"Damn, that's pretty awesome." Bray admitted from above, the Verti-bird turning around to land. "Killer on the knees though."
Nate stood up, withdrawing a Magnum in his right hand. He flexed his left wrist, a Blade extending from underneath his Pip-Boy, gliding past his knuckles.
"...What." Bray gawked. "What. The. Fuck."
"What is it?" Catherine asked worried.
"He's gotta a fucking Super suit! It has a bladed gauntlet and Jump boosts and shit!" The Courier ranted. "Why hasn't he used this before!?"
[Somebody's Jealous!]
The Familiar crackling of a Stealth Boy echoed as Nate faded into thin air, a mechanical thump followed as the last traces of his presence lept into the forest.
"Okay, I'm done." Bray sighed, observing the landscape. "Man, those trees are damn tall."
"Has Nate been up here before?" Catherine wondered aloud. The Pilot shrugged. "Sentinel Logan has been many places and has mapped many more." He scratched his chin as he did a hairpin turn mid-flight. "I think he has mapped places along the coast, including this place. Perhaps he brought his armor along because it was adapted to this enviroment."
"Or, Because it's intimidating as fuck." Bray muttered.
The Pilot shrugged once more. "That too." He brought the Verti-Bird down, landing in a clearing of trees just a few feet from where Nate disappeared.
Bray and Catherine disembarked, observing the area. Bray stared at where Nate had stood, following an invisible path mid-air and into the woods. "Computer says he lept to the trees, I assume his Blade counts as a climbing tool." Bray said, hand placed on his hip.
Gunshots in the distance made them jump.
"Huh, I thought the Black was meant for Stealth." Catherine frowned.
"Probably is." Bray replied, walking towards the trees. "It's terrifying when your in a firefight and your enemy just vanishes. Puts you on edge quick."
As they journeyed through the forest, they noticed a column of smoke spiraling into the air, only one however.
"Shouldn't a plane crash have more smoke?" Catherine muttered. Bray nodded, an explosion in the distance shaking the leaves from the trees. "Damn, He's tearing them up."
Bray honestly couldn't blame him, breaking out your strongest armor and weapons to completely curbstomp the people responsible for your misery. He had done that before, and he felt no different afterwards. The Person he was looking for was killed, and killing those responsible didn't change that.
Nate on the other hand...Shaun was still alive, Maybe. He had something to Fight for. Bray respected that.
"There it is." Catherine pointed ahead, Bray looked up to see the sight of the crashed Plane that they saw back at the airport.
A lone guard stood there, wearing a sleevless combat vest. He was waving his gun around in fear, eyes wide with terror. He saw them approach and whipped the firearm in their direction.
"Stop!" He cried. "Stop right there!"
They did, exchanging looks of amusement, before continuing.
"I-I mean it!" He yelled, raising his rifle. "I'll shoot you both dead! I'll-"
And like a fucking Ninja, Nate flew in from behind, smacking him with the flat of his blade. The man recovered rather quickly, bringing his rifle to bear. He managed to fire off a shot, which bounced harmlessly off Nate's armor. The General denied him a second shot however, grabbing the Barrel and headbutting him. He yanked the gun from his grasp, ejecting the magazine and pulling the bolt back hard, breaking it before tossing the now useless gun away.
He turned back to the man, who swung his fist at him. Nate promptly caught it, socking him in the gut. He shived him in the shoulder, spinning him around and into the Plane's side, before swiftly rushing in and smashing his head into paste with his knee.
"Nice." Bray approved, giving a sarcastic thumbs up. Nate ignored him, his arm blade returning to it's sheath. He motioned for them to follow, heading to where the door would be. As they made their way around, they came across the destruction and death Nate had wrought when he appeared.
As they passed a wounded, struggling mook impaled against a tree, Nate promptly withdrew his gun and blasted said mook's head off.
"Umm..." Bray narrowed his eyes. "How many..?"
"Eight." Nate replied, just as he said it, another rushed him carelessly shooting his pistol. Nate's response was to headshot him without even looking.
He turned to find Catherine and Bray staring at him. He shrugged. "Nine."
They finally came across the door, which was closed. Nate didn't even seem to care, nonchalantly ripping it open. They climbed into the Plane, looking down the row of seats. A large hole at the very back on the opposite side of where they were.
Nate eyed the opening. "Find the Black Box, I'll check the perimeter."
He cloaked once more.
Catherine walked down to check the back of the plane, where flight recorders were usually.
"Wait." Bray called after, looking at the cockpit. "Scanner is detecting the signal in the cockpit..."
"A black box isn't in the cockpit." Catherine countered.
"Exactly." Bray growled, drawing his revolver. His computer didn't detect anyone inside, but it was better safe than sorry.
He kicked the door in...Only to find the Black Box sitting off to the side, already open as the pilots lay strewn about.
"Someone obviously tampered with it." Bray said, kicking one of the pilots to confirm he was dead. He was. "Better tell Nate."
"CATHERINE!" Nate yelled from outside. "GET OUT HERE NOW!"
Nate walked through the debris, overturning pieces of it in hopes of finding any survivors.
Nothing, no Minutmen or BOS. There was nobody here.
"h-help..." A ragged voice coughed, making Nate swivel around, gun at ready. A hand was buried half-way in a pile of junk.
"Shit." Nate breathed, holstering his gun and rushing to the survivor's aid. He effortlessly lifted the Debris off of him, the General looked down, shocked at who was under there.
"Macready!?" Nate exclaimed, ripping the rest of the debris off of him and kneeling next to him.
"N-Nate?" The Mercanary coughed. "...D-Do me a f-favor and...don't tell...Duncan a-about this...Alright?"
Nate chuckled. "I won't, Jesus you got messed up." His HUD wasted no time in scanning him. He was shot twice, once in the abdomen and again in the side of the head. It only grazed him, but the shock knocked him unconcious.
"Oh...Nah, this isn't much." He chuckled, looking down at himself. "I-It hurts like hell though."
His eyes glazed over. Nate cursed and shook him awake.
"Don't even think about it, Macready." Nate scowled. "I ain't loosing anyone else."
"Nate..." Macready mumbled, eyes drooping. "It was...K-Kellogg."
"What?" Nate breathed in disbelief. "What do you mean it was Kellogg!? He's dead!"
No response.
"Macready! Goddammit!" The Mercenary was unconscious. "CATHERINE! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"
The Lone Wanderer rushed out from the plane and sliding down into a pile of debris. She scrambled out and towards Nate, gasping as she saw Macready.
"Omigosh, Macready!?" She yelped, sliding to her knees across from Nate.
"You need to heal him, now!" Nate instructed her.
"No shit!" She cursed back, pulling out a Stimpack and some Bandages from her pack. Injecting him next to his stomach wound first, then wrapping some bandages around his head, covering the side that was damaged in white cloth.
Macready stopped breathing.
GASP! Macready is Dead!
Or is he? :3
It really depends if I feel like it or not. Right now, It's a BIG meh.
Nate's (and by Extension, Kyle's) armor is a combination of a Exosuit (Think like Advanced Warfare, just without the shitty story and gameplay.), the Hooded Archer girl from Black ops 3 and the Soldier on the front cover of Infinite Warfare (Look at the Title Picture)
Or, for Fallout Fans, It's basically a heavily armored Cross between the Chinese Stealth Suit and the Stealth Suit Mk ll with a blacked out visor and hood.
I haven't played Infinite Warfare, so...Whatever. I just like the Armor, it looks cool.
I was playing New Vegas and actually discovered the Bladed Gauntlet WAS a Real thing and not an Assassin's Creed Mod or anything.
Luckily, I have experience with writing those.
But before you think I'm gonna ruin the fic with those elements. I won't, It'll be Fallout at it's core. With some more jabs along the way. :3
Remember! Everyday is a Good Day!
F.A.Q.
-Introducing: The Chosen One, AKA Kyle Lively
-Nate's Armor was a side Project of his. It was originally a Modified Chinese Stealth Suit, it evolved into two separate incarnations. The Stealth Suit MK ll and Nate's Armor. Nate kept it in an Safe buried in his back yard before the bombs, which he uncovered after dealing with the Institute and has been modifying it for 2 years. It harnesses the Cyber-Punk theme people thought Fallout 4 would have.
-Ami and Orleans are the Post-Apocalyptic Miami and New Orleans respectively. Both got their names in the same way as the Pitt, their Highway signs were burnt or crossed out to only show their new names. Ami is more or less the same, run by Mafia and such. Orleans was flooded and is similar to Venice, with streets of water and travel mostly by boats. They trade via Brahmin Caravans, Boats, and...Horses.
-Bray is totally jelly. I'd be too though. You know how I said Bray was the Fallout equivalent of Red Hood from Batman? Nate took his place. Vigilante Executions for everyone!