Hello Children! This is my first Fallout Fanfic, so please bear with me. It is a slow start, but I promise it will pick up the pace in later chapters. I'm open to praise and criticism (as long as it's constructive). I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Saviour of The Wastes.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the things mentioned in my fanfic. They all belong to Bethesda. Except the story line. And Mirren. They belong to me. Please don't sue me. I'm a starving student.

The Lone Wanderer, Mirren McLeod, has began her journey into the Wastelands to find her Father, James. She has slain Super Mutants, Raiders, Slavers, Deathclaws, Mirelurks and even the Enclave, but her worst enemy is someone a little closer to home, the very man who ordered her death after she dared to play with his heart, and now she has fallen for him, but can she survive the consequences?

Saviour of the Wastes

Chapter 1:

Bullets whizzed by her head as she ducked down behind a rock. Panting, she slammed back against the hot surface, a snarl leaving her lips. Damn bloody Mercs had ambushed her. She looked down at the Laser Pistol in her hand, reaching into her backpack to pull out another energy the case open, the old cell ejected out, a fresh cell taking it's place as the pistol snapped shut At that very moment, she heard the taunting voice of one of the Mercs.

"Come out come out wherever you are!" One of them said. She snarled again. She was outnumbered still, three to one.
Her heart pounded with ardrenaline as she closed her eyes, catching her breath. The scorching sun beat down on her face, the hot surface of the rock burning her scalp. She wished to whatever God there was that she'd bought a damn cap...

"Come on!" She growled at herself.

"Where are you, you Scottish bitch? You can't hide yourself forever. We will find you!" One of them called. Her eyes snapped open at the slur, that bastard did NOT just call her a bitch.
"You wanna play? Bring it on!" She cried, standing up and pivoting to face her assailants. Time seemed to freeze as she felt the familiar hiss of her pip-boy accessing V.A.T.S, a green haze covering her eyes, pinpointing each body part of the Mercs before her.
One shot to the head of the first Merc, one to the head of the second, and her last two aimed at the legs of the third. With a smirk, time came back into motion, the zap of her Laser Pistol ringing out across the Wasteland. The first laser hit the Merc dead centre, in between his eyes. He fell down, lifeless. The second laser hit the next Merc in the eye, and he hit the deck, screaming in agony. The third received two shots to the knee, flooring him.
She bolted over to the Merc screaming at the loss of his sight.
"Pathetic wee shite! That'll teach ye tae call me a bitch again!" She snarled, holding her pistol to the side of his head and pulling the trigger. The smell of burning flesh reached her nostrils as the Merc went limp.

She turned her attention to the next Merc, who was trying to crawl away. She stormed over to him, and upon reaching him she grabbed him by the hair and turned him over. She knelt on his chest, hand still in his hair, forcing him to look at her.
"This is the third party this week. Who sent you?!" She snarled at him. He just smirked. She pulled back her fist and punched him in the jaw. She heard an audible crack and watched as he spat out blood.
"I won't ask you again. Who sent you?!" She demanded again. The Merc smiled.
"Fly away, little song bird" Was all he said. She visibly paled. That bastard! How could he?
"See you in Hell!" She snarled at the Merc, lifting her pistol to his head and pulling the trigger, he too went limp, a smirk still on his face. She began to rummage about his person, finding in his pocket a piece of paper. She unfolded it, and began to read.

Gentlemen,

Hunt down the one named Mirren McLeod. Show her what we do to those who disobey Mr. Tenpenny.

B

Mirren scrunched the piece of paper up.
That... Douchebag!
She stuffed the piece of paper into her backpack. She searched the Merc more, pulling out some ammo. She stood, brushing the dust off her armour, and went to scavenge the other corpses, the whole time her blood was boiling.
With her backpack full of ammo and meds, she turned on her heel and started back towards Megaton.
The Scotswoman was pissed off, and that was bad news for Mr. Burke...

A/N: First chapter done. Short, I know. But it was really to introduce Mirren and her story. Please read and review. I love reviews!