Fallen Angels Chapter 1, a fallout fanfic

Well, This is my third published Fallout Story. I had at first based it off of AugustianFrog's story Dusters, then I had talked with him more, and decided to write it along side his sequel to Dusters. We can get away with this because there will be points where our characters meet, and we'll mirror each other on those chapters. Aside from those chapters they'll be our own stories.

Many characters will belong to 'Augustine' and the universe of Fallout belongs to Bethesda, the new characters belong to me. Be on the look out for AugustianFrog's story Half Moon. Which is his sequel to Dusters.

Let's start reading and see where it goes. Read and Review what ya'll think.

Chapter One

The sun seemed extra brutal that day. The open plain of the desolate wasteland was barren.

The small shack that over looked it to the east of the city baked in the sun.

Inside the aged and weathered leader of the Regulators stood. He was quietly gazing out to the ruined city.

On the table were some personal items, an old HAM radio, a bottle of whisky, and a equally weathered but still tough plasma rifle.

Francis Garrett sighed as his tired body sat down in the chair by the table.

He suddenly said, "You may come in."

The door opposite him, then creaked opened to reveal a man in a gray duster, gray combat armor, and wide brimmed hat, standing in the threshold. Dangling around his neck was the yellow eye of a Deathclaw.

The stranger was armed to the teeth. Slung on his right shoulder was a 10mm lever-action rifle. On his left was a double barrel shotgun. The barrels of this weapon had been sawed off down to 3 inches from the hand guard. Francis' sharp eyes noticed a holster strapped to his right leg, and a combat knife strapped to the shin.

The stranger kept his head down,

"Hello Francis." The man said simply. Judging by his tone, this man was not an enemy, but more tired, and here for a different reason, other then assassinating the ancient Regulator. The old man starred plainly at this visitor. "You know my name, my I ask yours?" He murmured.

The stranger held up his hand gently. A silent question of entrance. Francis nodded and the visitor stepped inside. He then set both his rifle and shotgun against the wall next to the door.

He motioned again, this time at the chair opposite Garrett. Again he was allowed. After sitting down he raised his head slightly.

The man's face was plain, weathered, determined, in need of a shave, and scarred. Both physically, and mentally. Physically from the three deep diagonal gashes running from his forehead, to his chin. They were formed from the same Deathclaw, whose right eye now hangs around his neck. As for mentally, from years of war, hardships, tragedy, and the longing for home, as well as kith and kin.

Francis grinned slightly. "I see the boy I saved, in the man before me." The man nodded gently.

"Your name is Lowell Morgan," Francis asked quietly. "Adam's friend, correct?" Lowell nodded gently again. "The same young man who tried to best the king of the wastes." He was of course referring to the ferocious Deathclaw. "And I seemed to recall that you failed in that endeavor." Francis muttered.

Lowell chuckled ruefully. "Ten shells of buckshot. And you brought him down in one." Lowell said humbly.

Francis however then pressed the point. "We are however not here to discuss past events, are we?" Lowell only shook his head.

"What I think we are here for is ascertaining work?" The scarred man nodded quietly. "Only not just for me." Lowell said, then turned in his chair. "Mina." He called out.

In response, an adolescent girl stepped inside. She wore a wasteland wanderer outfit, and a black and grimy pre-war hat.

Francis saw a meager arsenal on this child. A silenced 10mm pistol, and a 10mm SMG. Plus a combat knife in her belt. He didn't say anything, for he had seen worse weapons.

"Wilhelmina Jordan. Francis Garrett, grand master of the Regulators." Lowell said, as he sighed and turned back in chair.

When she was next to the desk, she faced Garrett, took off her hat to reveal a bad hair day style, and bowed to him very ladylike. "Mr. Garrett." Francis sighed, "My, my. Such a young age and yet very proper." He said quietly, "That's a rare feature these days."

Francis faced Lowell again, and sighed. "I will allow you two to join our ranks." Francis began as he stood and faced the city again. "I must say something though."

"The first is, the girl that you and Adam were with when I first found you." Lowell shifted slightly. "My cousin. Leslie." Francis nodded slightly. "Leslie." He muttered.

"Son, she tragically met her end at the hand of our enemy, one year ago." Francis murmured.

Lowell just sat there, neither filled with sorrow, nor rage. "Talons, huh?" Lowell whispered. Francis nodded.

The young man sighed heavily, then actually chuckled. "Well now I have a real reason, aside from the money."

"And this brings me to the most important question; why?" Francis continued. "If the reason's are either money, greed will become a weakness and I've never seen a rich man who didn't have a guilty conscious." Lowell hesitated for a moment before saying. "Well, I already have a guilty conscious, might as well have the money too."

"The final reason will lead you no where if its revenge." Francis muttered, but Lowell only scoffed. "I'm not an idiot Francis. Even if I killed every Talon in this world, I know that won't bring my cousin back." The ancient Regulator then starred at Lowell. "I just want to make sure it doesn't happen again to another family."

Francis grinned slightly and said, "Both a wise and sensible answer."

He motioned for Lowell to stand. "Well, I'm sure you might have guess that there is not formal way to swear you in." Francis said, only to have Morgan laugh. "Actually yes I was. I thought you have fanfare, a parade, confetti raining down." Lowell said, sarcasm reeking his voice.

Francis only shook his head. "Wise ass." He muttered and walked over to a ruined cabinet. He opened it up and pulled out two olive green dusters

He then handed the young girl her new duster. "It might be a little big, but if you live long enough you'll grow into it."

When she slipped it on, it was indeed quite large for her size. The sleeves passed over her hands, the tail was nearly at her feet, and the whole jacket itself, made her small stature quiet smaller.

"You weren't kidding, were you." Lowell said, trying hard not to laugh as he slipped his metaphorically new jacket on. "I feel like a child in this." Mina said, holding up her hands, with the sleeves drooping downwards. Even Francis cracked a grin at the teen's dilemma.

As Lowell helped roll up the sleeves, Francis sat down. "The one place you'll find a steady supply of caps and work is on the Hudson. Shipping up and down to the settlements is coming under attack by raiders, mercenaries, pirates, super mutants, and the occasional angry Mirelurk." He said as he took a swig from the bottle of whisky.

He grunted after swallowing the hard liquor, and leaned back. "As a matter of fact you friend, Adam will be doing the same thing." Lowell starred at Francis when he heard the name. "Adam?" He said in utter surprise. "Adam Anders? He's a Regulator?" Lowell asked, to have Garrett nod gently.

"He's been one for years." Lowell scoffed when he heard that. "So from idiot youngster, to assassin, to peacemaker in one lifetime." He muttered, shaking his head.

Adam Anders was one of Lowell's childhood friends growing up outside a old nuclear power plant outside the city. He was there when he and Lowell took on a Deathclaw, lost, but still survived. Lowell had asked Adam, his friend, to cut the monster's eye out. The same day the two, along with Leslie, met Francis.

"Yes, he's actually my top enforcer in the city. He and his small charter have been waging a war against Talon company, the Enclave, Super Mutants, and the local raiders." Francis said as he drank more of the alcohol.

Lowell said, "I had heard rumors that the Enclave was up here. And that a war was going on between the three when I was in Washington."

Lowell, after two years as a mercenary soldier, had traveled westward to the nation's capital, there he had volunteered with the local Regulator charter under a Senora Cruz. It was also here that he met both the Brotherhood of Steel under Owen Lyons, and the Enclave. He had even helped the Brotherhood rid that region of the tin devils.

It was also where he had found Mina. But that's another story.

"Now, I'll also ask you to try to track down particular members of the scum. If you should come across any described by note, holotape, or by HAM," He said pointing to the radio on his table. "You'll be paid extra. My frequency is 218. Nobody uses that channel anyway."

Lowell nodded, finished rolling up Mina's sleeves, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Alright. Then I suppose I come back here to get payment right?" Francis nodded. "That or you could send the fingers to me by caravan. This shack is on their route."

"Uh, Lowell, may I ask what you will do with your former duster since you have no place to stay?" Francis asked, pointing to the gray coat hanging on the chair. "I'll hang on to it. Sentimental reasons."

"Mina, could you wait outside for a moment?" Lowell asked, who nodded and silently left. "She's a good kid." he said after she had left. "I am curious as how you came across one so young." Francis muttered as he set his legs up. "Well I was trading with a small settlement in D.C, she wanted to come along, and," Lowell shrugged and chuckled. "She didn't want to go away."

"Hmm. Since we are on the topic of the nation's capital, is there by any chance you met a woman by the name of Senora?" Francis asked. Lowell was surprised by this question. "Senora Cruz? The charter's leader there?" Francis nodded slightly. "I don't suppose you met her did you?" Again Lowell starred quizzically at the elderly Regulator. "Yes, I did. I even served under her.

Francis grinned and then asked, "I don't suppose she said anything about me?" Lowell hesitated then chuckled. "Yes, when I brought up your name she said, 'Shut up, and that cheap two-timing lecherous old bastard can rot in hell.' or something of that nature."

The 'cheap two-timing lecherous old bastard' laughed. A laugh that didn't seem to fit his persona. It was actually almost a cheerful laugh. "Yes that does sound like her."

With his interest piqued, Lowell then asked. "Care to elaborate as to why she would say that?"

Mina decided to pass the time by singing a song she had once heard off an old holotape of a musical band of a unique style. It was called 'rock and roll'. Though it never had the opportunity to catch on, only appearing a year before the atomic purge.

This is my life. Its not what it was before. All these feelings I've shared. These are my dreams, that I've never lived before. Somebody shake me, because I must be sleeping.

Now that I'm here, so far away. All the struggle we fought, was in vain. All the mistakes, one life can take, they all finally start to go away. Now that we're here, so far away. And I feel like I could face a day, that I can forgive and I'm not ashamed, to be the person that I am today.

These are my words, that I've never said before. I think I'm doing okay. This is the smile, I've never shown before. Somebody shake me, because I must be sleeping.

I'm so afraid of waking. Please don't shake me. Afraid of waking. Please don't shake me.

After she had finished, the shake door opened up. Lowell then emerged and grabbed his backpack opposite of Mina. "Let's go, kiddo." He only said after slinging his pack, and shotgun over his shoulders. The rifle he kept in his hands.

Mina, after slipping her backpack on, pulled out her SMG.

The two of them then headed into the city to join in a war that has been raging for decades everywhere. One that has claimed thousands of lives, both good and evil.

The war to restore order.

Alright that is chapter one finished up. The beginning of one of two stories that will take place on the Hudson.

The song that Mina 'sings' is So Far Away by the band Staind. One of my personal favorites.