Author's Note:
I am very sorry everyone, but I had to do it. I just had an issue with pacing and it killed my interest and distracted from the story I wanted to tell.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN FALLOUT OR THE FALLOUT UNIVERSE, NOR DO I OWN ITS CHARACTERS OR THE MUSIC REFERENCED THROUGHOUT THIS PIECE! THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY!
Summary: A childhood friend or a knight in shining Power Armor? The Sentinel of the Brotherhood of Steel or the Overseer's daughter? Family and tradition. Order and control. One turned into a monster. One became the person she was meant to be. Both loved a young woman called The Lone Wanderer. WARNING: Contains f/f, femslash, and what the "Wasteland" should truly be. The shiny, new rewrite!
Rating: Rated M for depictions or implications of cannibalism, rape, torture, mind control/domination (not simply hypnosis), physical augmentation/mutilation/, slavery, mass murder/genocide, mutation, and sexual relations. I will do my best to clearly mark if the chapter contains allusions to such content, or clearly mark where graphic content starts and ends. EXCEPTION: Fallout is a very violent world. As such, I will not mark or explicitly indicate chapters containing graphic violence if they do not contain sexual abuse. I am assuming those of you who have played the game are the ones reading, so you know what to expect in the universe, and brains being splattered all over the walls is no surprise to you via Wasteland Justice. In addition, drug use will not be explicitly marked due to the logic stated directly above. You've been warned. By proceeding, you agree that you are of 18 years or older and do not have an issue with this.
Pairings: Lone Wanderer and Amata Almodovar, Lone Wanderer and Sarah Lyons, Female/Female. NOTE: Due to the nature of the Fallout universe, there will be depictions of rape and consensual sex between various parties, not exclusively Female/Female; though technically not the primary relationship(s) within the story, I find it necessary to point such things out here.
Cover Image: I own the image. I took it in-game and modified it to suit my purposes.
As a head's up, I'm taking the liberty with a few things, most notably, I am giving Sarah more face-time: she will be more involved in the Lone Wanderer's quest (how else are they supposed to fall in love?), but I will try my best to keep her, and everyone else, in character as well as depict a natural progression of character development based on events as well as how their in-game interactions reveal aspects of their personality.
I am taking a different approach to the traditional Fallout 3 storyline.
For starters, this will not be written in the perspective of the Lone Wanderer, instead, it's from the perspective of both Amata and Sarah, along with a few, choice followers. Secondly, I am altering certain characters' time with the Lone Wanderer: e.g. since Sarah Lyons is supposed to be reminiscent of the romantic interest, she will play more of a part in the story. Thirdly, there will be graphic depictions of cannibalism, rape, torture, mind control/domination (not simply hypnosis), physical augmentation/mutilation, slavery, mass murder/genocide, mutation, and sexual relations. These scenes will be clearly marked and labeled for those who do not wish to read. Fourth, I am throwing out the clunky, in-game dialogue: it doesn't flow at the pace I want and it allows me to have some creative license. Fifth, since the time period is reminiscent of 1950s America, such values (nuclear family, anti-Communist, homophobia, etc.), speech patterns (Transatlantic accent, to be precise), and music (through 1969 due to evidence from Fallout: New Vegas) will be referenced throughout the story.
I will also be posting mods referenced within the story at the end of each chapter, in addition to any lore-based evidence for my depictions, for all of my fellow lore-mongers.
I hope you enjoy it, and thanks to all of my readers from WaW v1 and sticking with me through my journey of self-discovery as a writer!
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCES OF HOMOPHOBIA. See Author's Note at the bottom for justification.
She stopped shouting at the tar-haired girl, an uneasy feeling crawling over her skin. Something was different, she could feel it. All eyes shifted to the two girls in the center of the bailey.
The blonde shifted, ice-cold fear creeping up her spine as the men stared at the pair, waiting. Well, we have their attention...
"Oh come now, Lyons," Conard jeered, "give Dusk a kiss!"
"That's right, you two dolls can hug this thing out. After all, you two are ladies." Jennings smirked, his arms crossed over his recon armor.
How dare they? Lyons growled to herself, fists clenching with fury. The male initiates started to converge, stepping closer and closer. Lyons took a step back, pressing her back to Dusk's. The pair of girls exchanged a look, seeing the fear, wrath, and distaste at the situation reflected in each other's eyes.
"What say we put these dolls in the mood, eh boys? After all, that is the gentlemanly thing to do, ain't it?" Conard smirked, pointing to Colvin.
The blond-haired man nodded and, after pressing a few buttons, set a holodisk player at his feet. A few tinkling notes on a piano, and a chorus of men began to doll out a series of "doo's".
These bastards, they've been waiting for this, haven't they?
Conard took a step forward and began to strut around like a hobbing Mirelurk. Opening his mouth, he began to croon,
"Why must I meet you in a secret rendezvous?
Why must we steal away to steal a kiss, or two?
Why must we wait to do the things we want to do?"
Most of the other men joined in, singing, "Why, oh why? Oh why, oh why, oh why?"
Hot breath rushed into her ear, causing the girl to jump at the closeness. "See, Lyons? We've gotta prove ourselves to these knuckle-draggers. We can't just yell at each other and call it a day, we have to show 'em we can put up a fight, even if they think we're just women."
Lyons' eyes instinctively shot to the dark-skinned woman standing vigil across the courtyard: Star Paladin Cross, her bodyguard. The technologically-enhanced woman stared at Lyons, the younger girl knew she would never let any true harm come to her... most certainly not from the men, she knew that much: she would be safe, even if it led to a physical altercation with Dusk. That had been their original plan, but Lyons was beginning to have her doubts. There were ten other initiates besides the two sixteen year-old girls, and while they had to prove their salt, how close would one of them get before Cross made it to her? "Cross -"
But Dusk had a point, "Forget about her, you know how the men deal with problems: they fight. Why should it matter, just because we're women? There's a reason why you're an Initiate, and not a Scribe! Do you want to be a breeder?" Lyons flinched at the term some of the most vulgar members of the Brotherhood used to refer to mothers. "Is that how the 'great Sarah Lyons' wants to be remembered? Or do you want something more?" Lyons couldn't argue with that, they needed the men's respect, and she couldn't do that if she hid behind Cross or refused to clobber Dusk's face in.
Casserly threw out his chin, a stupid grin on his face. "What's that, Dusk? What're you whispering to your lady-love?"
"Shut it, Cass!" The broad-shouldered initiate growled from across the circle. Lyons sighed inwardly, thanking Steel that Kodiak was on her side.
"Fuck you, Kodiak!" Conard threw back at the bear.
"Get bent!"
"Oh-ho, I won't," the first man chuckled and tossed his head to the side, "but Lyons certainly will!"
The blonde gritted her teeth to the point they squeaked in protest. She was the Elder's daughter, she was not going to stand for such insolence just because she was a woman! "Now, see here, prick, I'm not going to stand here and make out with a nosebleed just because you told -"
The assembled men shouted, "Oooh!" at the impact.
Lyons staggered back, clutching her nose as hot, red plasma and snot spurted out. She hit me! She didn't even give me a warning! That sleazy -
Another fist smashed into her jaw, dropping her to the ground. "Who's the 'nosebleed' now!?" Dusk sneered, hands placed smugly on her knees to get a look at the only other female initiate.
Ice blue eyes locked onto their target. With an enraged roar, Lyons tackled Dusk, accidentally ramming her cheek into one of the woman's breasts. It would have been a nice feeling, if the reinforced jumpsuit didn't crush the blonde's face. As the pair hit the ground, the tar-haired girl yanked at the blonde ponytail and pulled the other girl's face between her breasts by mistake.
Men whooped and jeered at the sight before them: the Elder's daughter straddling another female, face pressed into the lower girl's breasts. Lyons gasped at her predicament, feeling her face flush at the faux pas... and... something else. Something shot an aching pang... down there.
What is going on?
"What the fuck are you doing?" Dusk hissed, pushing the girl's face off of her.
"You pulled me!" Lyons snarled, the feeling in her lower abdomen fading. She threw a punch at the girl below her: they had wanted to prove they were just like the men in combat, not as sexual deviants!
Dusk caught the fist and twisted herself beneath the blonde, rolling the pair to the side. In less than a second, the tar-haired girl topped the Elder's daughter. The girl above the blonde smirked and said, loud enough for the crowd to hear, "How do you like that, bitch?"
Ire flooded into Lyons' lower back. She would not let someone call her that. She would not be bested. She replicated the move Dusk had used on her and rolled the girl onto the ground once again. This time, she grasped the girl's wrists and held them to the pavement above Dusk's head. A sense of satisfaction overcame her, and Lyons allowed herself to smirk. "There's a good girl."
The girl struggled beneath her, writhing against the fingers binding her wrists. Lyons shifted her weight forward, onto her hands, preventing the girl from breaking free. But... now what? Lyons paused, unsure how to force Dusk to submit and end the fight. Still, something about the girl squirming beneath her coaxed Lyons' lips to turn upwards into a sly grin. This was fun.
Panic rushed into Dusk's brown eyes. Before Lyons realized what caused her distress, she heard the voice. "Here, doll," Conard whispered, his voice low and sultry. It made Lyons sick and salt flooded into her mouth. She was going to throw up. "Let me help." A pair of hands ran themselves from her back, around her body, to her breasts.
Lyons forgot about the girl beneath her and jerked her elbow back, slamming it into that stupid smirk. The man's eyes narrowed and his hands squeezed her bosom, she could feel the heat of his palms through the armor. Lyons felt the bile rise in her throat.
"That wasn't very nice, kitten." Conard seethed in her ear, his hand crawled up her torso, over her neck, and enclosed itself on her jaw.
"Don't you dare -" The blonde flourished her torso around and extended an arm, attempting to punch the fucker's lights out.
The man deflected her blow, caught her by the wrist, and laughed in her face. "Don't do what, kitten?" He pulled her to him and pushed his face into hers, his lips brushing against her mouth. She was going to be sick, she felt the saliva pour into her mouth, her body preparing her esophagus for immediate evacuation. At least she would get Conard off of her... but he was going to kiss her! No, she couldn't throw up, not even on this jerk-off: it would be a sign of weakness. But that pig was going to kiss her!
A deep bellow tore through the air and the man was flung away from Lyons. The girl swallowed the sickening, bubbling, vile substance in her throat and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grimacing in disgust. He almost kissed me! Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the familiar form of Kodiak, bashing his fists into Conard's face. From the way the bear roared in the man's face, Lyons knew he was having a blast at the thrill of finally showing the creep what for.
She smirked at her close friend and was met with another facial impact. Pain lanced itself into her temple, sending stars shooting through her eyes. Dusk launched herself up and pinned Lyons to the ground, just as the latter had done to her mere moments before. A wild, crazed look overcame Dusk's features as adrenaline coursed through her body. "I've got you now, kit-"
"Don't call me that!" The sudden surge of rage-induced strength threw the other girl off guard, sending her flying up and above Lyons as the blonde kicked her feet up and over her head. She sprang into a push-up position and jumped up as the other girl lurched to her feet. Lyons charged at the Asian girl once more.
This time, Dusk was ready for her. The girl spun around, rolling herself across the blonde's side before locking Lyons' head in the crook of her arm. "Check it out, Lyons." the girl whispered to her captive.
Lyons raised her eyes and her jaw dropped.
All around, the men who had encircled them a few minutes before, were brawling. Kodiak punched the shit out of Conard, Colvin and Jennings took turns beating Bael, Artoro and Blanchett pulled each other's hair, while Gallows danced around Stein and Casserly's kicks.
Lyons smiled; it wasn't what she had expected, and not exactly what she had wanted, but, hopefully, the men would think twice before messing with the girls again. That's one way to spend your first day as an Initiate.
Her smile was short-lived, as Dusk took advantage of her position and drove her fist into the blonde's face once more.
The initiates beat one another bloody in the courtyard of the Citadel, as the holodisk played on, "We'll just have to be content to be in love, secretly!"
Thanks again everyone! I hope this story goes at a faster pace and peaks your interest more than before!
As you can see, there is going to be a lot more character development of both Sarah and Amata, and delving deeper into what they could have experienced and might experience in-game.
Since the Brotherhood is deeply ingrained with values present in the 1950s culture, I would assume homosexuality is a big no-no (big urge to breed: see Veronica and Christine in New Vegas for the more traditional Mojave branch of the BoS). As to the discrepancy in the gender ratio in the BoS, I'm marking it down as a game design flaw (thanks Bethesda for adding to the stereotype of game developers being unable to represent females accurately, it's not like we're 50% of the population or something).
I pulled several names from the "Casualty Report" found on Sawbones' terminal, for those of you who did not recognize some individuals.
The song referenced in this chapter was "Secretly" by Jimmie Rodgers, released in 1958.
I hope to update again next week: with the semester coming to a close (and a newfound inspiration), I hope to update regularly once more.