Pirates in the Wastes
For those of you who liked/likes my "Alex Rigger: Cyborg Pirate" fanfic, you're just going to have a ball with this one.
(Long A/N people, skip if you want, but you'll just get confused over his character if you don't. Unless you've read the before mentioned fanfic)
In this, Alex Rigger, escapes the mechanical grasp of Vault 11, and with a burden over his shoulders, he… actually, he doesn't really give a damn the Vault almost killed him. Huh. Weird, anyway, he enters into the Mojave Wasteland, meeting up with a Courier, an Ex-Caravan Trader, and a sniper that really hates his attitude. Their goal? Who gives a fuck, he just wants money and guns. Well, at least enough firepower to keep him safe for a long ass time.
Name: Alex Rigger
Home/Birthplace Information: Vault 11 (One of the two that had escaped the Vault's murderous grasp)
Tag Skills: Explosives 63, Small Guns 77, Speech 100
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. :
Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 2
Agility: 7
Luck: 6
Appearance (Post Vault 11 Escape): He is a thin man, with both his limbs on his right half of the body mechanically reinstalled (Just imagine Terminator basically.) He has an eyepatch over his right eye (Or what's left of it), while his left is a dark blue.
He wears a red & white checkered button up, opened, with no undershirt. You can see hints of a happy trail. A gun holster strapped to his waist. He wears light blue denim shorts, and a left combat boot only. His skin is a light tan, and his brown hair is short, while spiked up a little on the left (Think hair gel-ed mohawk). Last but not least, he has a little goatee going down his chin.
Appearance (Pre Vault 11 Escape): A tall thin man, he has a set of dark blue eyes and an arched nose. His uniform is the standard Vault 11 Utility Jumpsuit, and a few extra wires tied around his waist as a makeshift belt. His glasses are crooked and bent a little more (Due to an accident where he hit his head on a door) and a cracked lens. H
is beard (If you could even call it that) consists of a few pieces of stubble. His choice of footwear, simple black boots. He wanted a Pip-Boy 2000 model, however, due to there only being five in the Vault, he got stuck with a 3000 model instead (Which he later learns, that he can just steal a 2000 model off of a particular corpse coughChosenOnecough) He also has it equipped on his right arm, seeing as how he is left handed.
Personality (Post Vault 11 Escape): Making rash decisions and getting a majority of his companions killed has made its toll on Alex's mindset, not really, he can give less a shit if'n you died or not. He's only in it for the caps, or weapons, or… you get my drift.
He's rather laid back, and can practically talk his way out of anything. He will help his companions (If they're alive, depending) for free, seeing as how they follow him without question. His mental health (As mentioned before) is rather questionable though, and he is also highly bipolar.
Personality (Pre Vault 11 Escape): Although he recently had grown to hate robots, he has to admit, Vault-Tec's malfunctioning 'Overseer' had the right idea. Too little water, make some space to save the rest. He never told anyone this however, they'd think he's mad. He was a simpleminded fool, with a dream to explore the world when he was a child (What he didn't know at the time was, seven years later, he would).
His brash thinking and quick attitude somehow landed him a job as 'Pip-Boy Programmer'. He honestly did/does not know how he got it. It helped though, it was a high paying job after all. With quick thinking, and charismatic attitude, he convinced his boss to let him tamper with his own model of the Pip-Boy (His boss later found out Alex had implanted a small explosives unit into it (Basically saying, he dies, the room around him dies.) His boss didn't know that part though.) This led him to be moved over to Vault-Tec security, which is where he learned how to hold and handle a gun pretty well. He rather agrees with violence over speech, but when it comes down to it, he will put up his dukes (His special revolver) and resolve the issue. He truly lives by this meaning: "My gun speaks before me"
Voice: Australian, light.
Weapon of Choice: His .44 Magnum Revolver, Sally
Romance: Maybe, I don't even know. Depends.
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"We… we can't do this! We can go, just like… just like it said!" A woman in a blue jumpsuit shouted towards several others.
"Yes, but WE killed them. We sent them to the sacrificial chamber. It's OUR fault they're all dead!" Another person, a man, screamed back, waving a 10mm Pistol back and forth between everyone. His face was red with frustration and anger. Not like it mattered to everyone else though, he was the one with the gun.
"Yeh? So what, at least we be livin right?!" A tall, scrawny man shouted, his accent filled with annoyance.
The man with the pistol quickly turned on him and pointed it to his skull. He was sweating. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do this either. "Shut up Alex! It was your idea in the first place!" He shouted, he was beginning to grow highly unsure.
"Ideas change mate. An' so 'ave you." Alex stated back, getting in the shorter man's face. He glared down at him, his jumpsuit growing warm underneath.
He loved it when people got mad at him.
"I… I don't care! I'm doing this whether you want me to or not!" The short man screamed out, tears beginning to fall freely down his face.
He pointed the gun at the only one at the entrance who hasn't spoken yet. The young girl with dirty blonde hair gasped in surprise. Which was all she had time to do before-
Bang!
The man in the blue jumpsuit, like all the others, shot the girl clean through the skull.
Alex dropped his jaw, and in an anger unknown, tackled the smaller man. "She was only eight ya fucker!" Alex screamed out, rage clear in his eyes as he began punching the smaller man.
"Dmitry!" The man shouted from underneath Alex, towards another male in the room. He hasn't spoken a word since they entered the room. "Help me! Get this madman off of me!" He continued, his face mixed with both blood and tears.
The silent man stood there and shook his head, before looking away towards the Vault door.
He just stood there, listening to each of the throws Alex threw at the man.
"Dmitry, please!" He heard his friend shout again. He ignored it however as he turned around. Seeing this, the man smiled, even when he was being hit pretty hard.
"Ya son'a bitch! Ya killed an eight yea' ol' girl!" Alex kept shouting, his anger endless. Alex never let up his blows, he kept sending them towards the murderer beneath him. "I don't care if'n ya can't leave the Vault! Ya didn' have the fuckin right ta kill 'er!" He shouted, sending a harsh right hook towards his face, smashing multiple teeth out.
How he was still smiling, no one knew.
By the time Dmitry got to the wrestling duo, the man was a bleeding pulp. He didn't speak however, he just bent over and picked up the dropped weapon and pointed it towards the now shocked man.
"I'm sorry, but you're right. You can't leave the Vault." His voice, deep and hoarse, said, surprising everyone in the room.
"Dmitry, please! You can't d-" The man started, only to be cut off by Dmitry.
"I like how you are screaming for your life now, when you wanted this not minutes ago." He spoke calmly as he got on one knee and placed the barrel of the gun on his skull. Alex stopped hitting the man when Dmitry had spoken, and raised an eyebrow at this situation.
"Dmi-"
Bang!
The bullet went straight through his skull, sending brain matter to spray out of the exit wound.
He was dead.
The same way the man killed the girl.
One through the head.
This is one fucked up world.
"Sorry Fredrick." He said calmly, no emotions visible across his features.
Alex got off of the now dead man and dusted his knees free of dirt (And doing so, wiped the blood from his knuckles as well), and put a single hand on Dmitry's shoulder. "Ya did a good thing, mate. Ya did a good thing. The fuckin' prick deserved it." Alex said, his anger seemingly gone from his body, now just sorrow for the man in front of him. After all, death may have been a natural event in Vault 11, it doesn't mean it had to be a human to cause it.
But the man that killed the girl, he wasn't a human.
Just another monster wanting out.
"Did I?" Dmitry said, still on one knee. He never looked from the man's corpse, he just sat there and stared for what seemed like an eternity.
Until the other female, the last female of Vault 11, spoke up as she came to him and put one of her own hands on his other shoulder. "Dmitry, I... Yes. You did the right thing, what he did... was terrible... I'm just sad that... That Cassandra never got to see her ninth birthday..." She spoke, sobbing words out in incomprehensible mumbles. Tears still fresh from moments ago as she watched whom she once called friend shoot the youngest member of Vault 11.
Dmitry said nothing as his last two friends tried to comfort him, he only stared. Until finally, staring wasn't enough, he looked at his right hand, the one with the gun, and quickly pulled it up to his mouth.
Alex saw this and attempted to stop him by shouting. "Dmitry n-!"
Bang!
Alas, words were not enough for ol' Dmitry, as he pulled the trigger the moment Alex started speaking. Blood splattered onto the last two members of Vault 11, the woman let out a scream as she fell on her posterior in utter shock and panic. Alex just stared, his left eye twitched a little as he tasted blood in his mouth. Dmitry's blood. He shook his head and looked back towards the female. Now he was the one showing no emotion. "Hillary, open the Vault door..." He said in a monotone voice.
The woman, now known as Hillary, did as she was told, albeit a little shakily. The alarms around them sounded, as did the screeching of the giant wheel as it opened it self for the first time in a long time to the world outside. Dust that covered the outer door spread around, causing Hillary to cough violently for a few moments.
As the dust settled, the woman looked outside. Their Vault had built in a cave of sorts. Manmade, unknown. "Alex it's op-" She started, as she turned to look at the male.
He was gone!
All she saw in front of her, at the bottom of the stairs, were the corpses of her friends, minus Alex. Where had he gone to?
"Alex?" She panicked, looking around frantically, she can't leave the Vault alone! That's suicide!
She stood there, at the Vault controls, considering to shut the door once more, and go back to her room, when suddenly the sound of rushed footsteps made themselves known.
"A'right! Les' get outta here!" Alex shouted, a frightened look on his face as he ran straight out of the Vault without a hint of afterthought. He carried a small suitcase with him, probably filled with more uniforms.
Not.
Hillary looked confused for a second, before she heard a loud ticking sound come from where Alex had run from. "You didn't!" She shouted from far behind him as he got to the wooden door.
He looked at her, his frightened expression replaced with a sinister grin. "I definitely did, love! I definitely fuckin' did!" He said as he laughed maniacally.
Hillary jumped over the fence that was behind the controls, accidently landing on Fredrick's mutilated head, and sprinted after the obvious madman.
Alex opened the wooden door, not even bothering to let his eyes adjust to the sun of the outside world. Hillary sprinted out right after him, barely noticing the riot signs outside of their Vault.
"How long did you set it for?!" She shouted after they had been running for about five minutes.
Alex suddenly stopped, allowing Hillary to bump into his back, pushing him forward just a bit more.
"Set what for?" He said confusedly, as he turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"The bomb!" She shouted at him, how could he forget he set a bomb in his only home?!
"I didn't set no bomb! I set the nuclear reactor ta go off!" He shouted with glee, a crazy glint in his eyes. "I've always wan'ed ta do that!" He added with a hefty laugh.
Hillary's scared expression went from that, to that of a ghost.
She gripped onto his shoulders and stared into his eyes. "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?! THAT'S BIGGER THAN ANY OF THE FUCKING EXPLOSIVES YOU HAVE, YOU FUCKING MORON!" She shouted and screamed at him, his ears ringing with her voice.
Alex just laughed it off as she continued ranting.
"I knows, thas' why I did it!" He said with another smile.
Suddenly, he felt pain in the side of his face.
Hillary had slapped him.
"You dumbass! You're lucky we're far enough so it won't kil-"
KA-MOTHER-FUCKING-EXPLOSION-OF-HOLY-SHIT-BOOM!
The explosion surprised the two of them, quite literally throwing them both off of their feet and sending them a good twenty to thirty feet away from where they were standing.
Vault 11, had quite literally, went with a bang.
Madman, indeed.
Alex lay currently face first into the ground, blood and skin peeling here and there from his face.
Also a broken leg... or two...
He lifted himself off of the ground, and felt and immediate pain in his right leg... well actually, his entire right side of his body.
He screamed for a second, before realizing, he couldn't really feel it. Only his broken leg.
Probably shattered during the flight.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"GAHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed, the pain from his right side finally coming to him in waves.
His scream just died in his throat as he looked at where Vault 11 was.
All he saw was black soot and ash fall slowly from the now blackened ground before him. His Pip-Boy was beeping quite fast, indicating there was radiation in the immediate area.
Ok, so maybe having a 2000 model would be a bad idea, seeing as how they don't tell you how much radiation is around you.
He bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, and started walking, looking for the familiar body of Hillary. He found a limp form on the ground, and just like him, was face first into it. He heard groaning, indicating she was alive.
Well, actually it wasn't groaning, it was mumbling.
"God damn it, Alex..." Was all he really heard her say. She obviously took less damage than he did, she only had some parts of her jumpsuit ripped apart.
Not enough to show anything, but what ever.
"Yeah, love?" He said to her, letting the blood of his lip enter his mouth a moment, before spitting the copper like fluid out.
Hillary immediately picked herself up in surprise, turning to the owner of the voice whom had just spoke.
She was about to yell at him, but she couldn't, she cupped her mouth with her hands and did a silent scream with her eyes.
Alex just stared at her confused like. "What?" Was his simple minded question.
She was silent. Which slightly irked him, however, he ignored this and rolled his eyes. Feeling a slight pinch in his right eye as he does so. "What ever, les' get away from this shithole. No point in goin' ta a hole in the ground if'n the hole ain't livable. 'Sides, that explosion's sure to catch someone's attention." He stated as he began to pull the petrified girl with him with his left arm.
Hillary pulled her arm from him, causing him to look at her with a confused expression.
They hadn't moved five feet and she's already complaining.
Just like his mother.
"N-no. I'm not going with y-you." She said nervously, unsure of herself as she does so.
"You're... you're a psycho! You just destroyed the only place we've called home since... ever!" She said, growing angry as she continues her rant/nag/what ever.
"Not only that, you look like you're going to drop dead any moment! Why would I go with you?!" Her words confusing him greatly now as she continued.
"What're ya talkin' about? I be feelin' fine!" He said a little excitedly.
Hillary growled and looked around, spotting a pre-war vehicle (Which she read about in books) ran up to it, and broke off the mirror and ran back to him. "This! This, is what I'm talking about!" She shoved the mirror into his arms and started storming off.
He wiped off the dirt/dust/grime/and all other forms of shit that covered it, revealing a rather dashing fellow.
Not really.
His right eye, looked dry as all hell, like the liquid inside of it just dried out.
He turned the mirror to his right ar... what looked like his right arm. No wonder he couldn't feel it, the good half was basically just dead weight, the muscle singed beyond repair.
He did the same with his leg, and indeed, it was broken. Hell, a bone was jutting out from where his kneecap is supposed to be.
"Well... shit." Was all he had to say.
He dropped the broken mirror onto the ground, and looked back up to see Hillary a good distance away from him.
And there was no way he could catch up, seeing as how his leg's... well... useless. He could walk, but~ yeah...
If she wants to go on her own, go right on ahead, if he has to travel alone, why the fuck not.
Tis not like they'll end up meeting each other again on opposite factions, going against each other at some really important place, that could possibly determine the safety of the rest of the wasteland. Totally not going to happen.
(I know, but I'm going to be screwing with the map a bit, so Goodsprings is actually really close to where Vault 11 was.)
Alex, whom had picked up his suitcase (Which had been blown a good distance away from the explosion), and began hobbling the opposite direction of wherever it was Hillary was heading.
It wasn't too long when he found a settlement of what looked like buildings a few miles ahead of him. He smirked, which was soon replaced by a grimace as the pain in his right side was beginning to be to much for the man.
"Grr... damn it, this hurts..." He said, beginning to grow a little woozy.
All he heard was two gunshots far off in the distance, before he passed out ungracefully, getting a mouthful of sand.
His suitcase cracked open after it collided with the ground, revealing a slight gleam.
Not even five minutes in the wasteland, and Sally wants to see the world.
As it turns out, a robot, whom had witnessed both the shooting AND the explosion, just so happened to see this gleam.
Eh, Alex can wait though. First thing's first. Gotta unbury a Courier.
Achievement Unlocked!
Ain't That A Kick In The Head?
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Sooooo, what'd ya think? It's just another game fanfic featuring my favorite human OC, Alex Rigger. I'm actually liking where this one is going to go as well, and I hope you all do also. It'll make me really happy if'n ya all put a review down and tell me what you think of this though, I just want to know if you like it and if it's worth continuing or not.
Also, for my "Alex Rigger: Cyborg Pirate" fans out there, I have not cancelled it, and am currently working on chapter 3 right now. I've just been stuck in school doing things.
Same with the "YOU WILL SHED NO RED WATER" fans, haven't stopped it, still working on it.
O.C required to continue after chapter 4. Just one. He/she will be playing a really important role in the future. If your O.C is accepted, I will message you, and ONLY you, to tell you what said role is. Here's the O.C form:
Name, Full:
Age:
Gender:
Group Affiliation:
Home/Vault:
Personality:
Details:
Appearance/Eyes/Hair Color:
Family/Friends:
Enemies/Rivals:
Karma Balance:
I think that's all I have to say for now so, chao people~
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