Chapter One – The Super Mutant

A lone Super Mutant walked through the forests and the grass to a snowy lodge in the mountains. The atmosphere and temperature had changed almost immediately, from the harsh heat that was the wasteland, to the cool breeze of the forest area and finally the harsh bitter cold of the mountain range. The forest had reminded him of a trip with his friend through a similar wooded area, only it was the product of a mutated tree/person rather than natural. The Super Mutant flowed the path as he was told by Neal.

"You had better stay on the paths; otherwise nasty little creatures called Cazadores will come and poison you. If you follow that, you'll soon be at a settlement called Jacobstown at the top. It's covered in snow, so you can't miss it. It's a haven for Super Mutants. Once you're there, speak to Marcus, he'll tell you the run down on the place. How long you going to be staying in the area?" He had asked

"Just until my friend comes and picks me up." The Super Mutant had replied.

"Oh, well you may want to stay here the night if you're planning to head straight to Jacobstown, it'll soon get dark, and the Nightstalkers will be out on the hunt." Neal had offered hopefully. The Super Mutant had just shook his head and replied

"I can handle myself." And with that he trekked three nights through the desert until he found the path.

The Super Mutant snapped out of his memory when he saw smoke coming from a clearing through the trees. He ventured off the path and saw a small fire going with a piece of meat hanging above it to roast, and at the heart of the fire was a flag, a simple picture of a two headed bear and with the words 'North Californian Republic' printed below it. Curious, the super mutant stepped out of the tree line and into the clearing. Suddenly, he heard a shriek and five men dressed in a strange red and black uniform came out of the tree line also, all but one holding machetes, the other holding a Power Fist.

The Super Mutant reared up his head and brought out the super sledge strapped to his back. He held it in two heads and waited for the men to come at him, although they didn't look too thrilled about his weapon. The first one rushed him with bravery, which was then knocked out of him with the power of the Super Mutants swing.

"YOU LOSE!" The Super Mutant shouted as the man crumpled under the swing. The other men looked wearily at the one wearing the Power Fist, who simply nodded. All at once they rushed him, all shouting the same phrase "FOR CAESAR". One managed to hit The Super Mutant before he could stop him, and slashed his side unsuccessfully, only leaving a scratch. The Super Mutant swung his super sledge and managed to catch two of the men. He watched them fly away into a heap with a grimace. He felt another try to rudely slice him open, and turned around to see the man run away in fear. Finally, it was just the Super Mutant and the leader of the men.

Now that he had time to notice, he found that the leader was dressed differently than the other men. He had no head gear and wore his head in a Mohican style and the Power Fist on his hand was not one like the Super Mutant had seen before. It seemed darker and less large, but the main difference was that it had two small barrels protruding from it. The man gave the Super Mutant a rare smile, and then stiffened to hear something. He pulled out a small whistle from one pocket and blew on it. No sound came from it, and for a second, it seemed that nothing had happened, but a few seconds later and he heard the sound of dogs barking and running through the forest.

In a second the man was surrounded in a protective circle by mean looking dogs, which were all well fed and clean, but very, very deadly. They had their teeth bared and stood hunched, ready for a signal to attack. The man gave it. Each dog barked and lunged at the Super Mutant. He tried to swing his super sledge down on one of them, but it dodged and went to bite him. Although they couldn't do too much damage, he still couldn't swing fast enough without the dogs manoeuvring out the way. He managed to get three out of the seven that were attacking him before he felt a force hit him on the head and a split second later, the explosion of pain that ripped through the top layers of his head and embedded itself his skull.

With a roar that could have rivalled a Behemoth, The Super Mutant threw away his super sledge and pulled out his last resort. It had pained him to bring it all the way from the east, but he pulled out the Gatling Laser from his back and opened fire on his assailants. Within three seconds, they were all on the floor, a pile of ashes. The only thing left was the look of pure horror on the man's face as he saw the Super Mutant pull out his weapon.

With the immediate threat gone, he put one hand onto his wound and felt warm blood seeping from it. Realising that it was superficial, he put away his gun and simply injected a Stimpak to the infected area leaving it to heal. He retrieved his weapon that he had throw, and walked through the clearing n the other side. He came into a camp with three elongated tents with four sleeping bags placed in them and a bigger tent. When he went inside the bigger tent, he saw that it belonged to the leader he had just killed. He entered wearily, looking out for any traps. He found a simple tripwire and disabled it, picketing the grenades that were connected to it. He then began to root around the dead man's stuff until he found a simple note;

Go to the town in the north east called Jacobstown and scout out any information about the population there.

Hail Caesar

The note was signed in red ink, with a barely legible scrawl. The Super Mutant looked at the notes signature and worked out the name, it read 'Courier Six'. With a realisation about what he had just found, he also pocketed the note and on his way out, looted everything of value he could find, a tip he had learnt from his friend. Also on his way out, he picked up a one of the corpse and removed his head gear.

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The Super Mutant finally arrived at Jacobstown an hour later. Look looked up lazily at the sign, only feeling tiredness and a headache, rather than relief. Without stopping to take in his new surroundings, he walked through the ski lodge and into the main reception. It was night fall, so he didn't expect to see anyone up, but it seemed that there was a congregation of sorts, comprised of blue Super Mutants. The Super Mutant himself looked in surprise, he hoped that bolt to his head hadn't given him brain damage.

One of the blue Super Mutants turned to look at him and then suddenly shouted

"New comer!" followed quickly by a shout of "Stop looking at me!" He ran out of the reception and into one of the rooms above. Suddenly a man stepped through the doors and shouted "Would you please be quiet? Some people actually like their sleep you know." He then went back inside and slammed the door shut, making the blue Super Mutants jump, almost scared. A figure came through the doors behind The Super Mutant and found him instantly.

"Why are these Super Mutants blue?" He asked the other Super Mutant, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"These are Nightkin. I am Marcus, and this is Jacobstown, home o f the Nightkin and the Masters Army. Please, you don't seem to be from around here." The Super Mutant called Marcus said.

"No I am not, I am from east of here, a place called The Capital Wasteland."

"I had no idea some of the Masters Army had been sent so far east. Please brother, tell me what generation of Super Mutant you are." The Super Mutant looked confused and replied;

"I am not from the masters Army. I was created in Vault 87." Marcus's eyes widened and he looked stunned

"You... You are not from the Masters Army? Please tell me, how many others there are like you."

"I have only met one other like me, his name is Uncle Leo. I do have brothers, but they are all stupid and dumb witted. Oh, and I found this in a camp around an hour away from here." The Super Mutant gave Marcus the head gear and the note he had found. Marcus looked grimly as he read the letter and he finally looked back up from it, he said

"I will need more information about this tomorrow, cousin, but until then, I will let you go after two more questions; how long are you planning to stay here and what is your name?"

"I will be staying here until my Friend comes to pick me up, which should be around a week from now. Also, my name is Fawkes." He replied.

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AN: Well it's around 1:30 in the morning and I have to be up earlier tomorrow (Or today, whatever way you're looking at it) but I got this first one done. I hope you like this, and I'm sorry if there's a few spelling mistakes in places. I hope to give you the next one soon, so please Review!

Till next time,

Umbra-Luna :S :L