Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout. Fallout belongs to Bethesda, who purchased the rights from Black Isle.
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Rating: M
Genre: Adventure, Action, Sci-Fi, Post-Apocalyptic, Romance
Summary: Set 25 years after Fallout 3 and New Vegas, a young psychic tribal is awoken during a prison break by two girls come to rescue him. Loosely follows the plot of Van Buren and Fallout Extreme.
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Fallout
Burn My Dread
By Cyberweasel89
Prologue: Prison Break
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The year is 2306. It's been roughly twenty-five years since the Lone Wanderer purified the water of the Capital Wasteland, and the Courier united the factions of the Mojave Desert into the Mojave Republic. With Emma Carpenter's disappearance, a new faction has arisen as a peacekeeping organization across post-apocalyptic North America. Led only by a mysterious old ghoul, the Cause gradually gathers influence among the major powers of the post-nuclear society.
But for now, we turn our attention to the Tibbets Facility, a maximum security prison in what used to be Arizona, ruled by an AI named ODYSSEUS. It is here that we bring to your attention a certain Prisoner, serving a life sentence in the Tibbets Facility for unforgivable crimes. Though he may be sleeping peacefully in Cell Block Thirteen, neither he, nor the other prisoners of the Tibbets Facility, know what is about to happen.
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"See our target?"
"Um... Yes."
"Good. You know what we have to do?"
"Um... Yeah."
"It should happen any moment now. Wait for our cue, then we make our move. Understood?"
"Um... Okay."
The woman giving the orders would be considered by many to be a serious bombshell. Asian, with long, flowing black hair that framed her face. Soft features, high cheek bones, dark pools of brown for eyes, an elegant nose. Her body had serious curves, with a round rear, wide hips, thin waist, long legs supporting her 5'10" frame, and F-cup breasts, the cleavage of which was proudly displayed through her only mostly zipped white and black catsuit. Clutched in her arms was a laser rifle, modified to shoot three beams at once. At her belt was a well-used ripper, while a Pip-Boy 3000 was fixed firmly to her left wrist.
To her right was a much smaller girl, at only 5'1". She was Caucasian, though moderately tanned, with chestnut hair tied into a long, braided pigtail. Her eyes, most unusual, were yellow, with black slits for pupils that almost glowed as they reflected the light from the prison she faced. She wore a red field hand dress and white apron, brown boots, and a hooded mantle around her neck, hiding the top of her head from view. Like her partner, she also wore a Pip-Boy 3000 on her wrist, though she appeared to carry no weapon. Though of much smaller frame than the bombshell next to her, her breasts appeared to be quite sizeable in their own right, likely a D. Though she seemed unsure, nervous, and even fearful, she was quite naturally adept at perching herself on the thin branch of the tree she lurked in.
What brought these two very different girls to the outskirts of the maximum security Tibbets Facility could not be said, at least not at the moment. Their allegiance, a mystery. Their presence, unknown to the AI and robots that guarded the prisoners. Their target, their cue... Well, all would be revealed soon.
An explosion rocked the facility, the force sending a tremor along the ground and a shockwave through the air.
"That's our cue! Let's move!"
The two girls jumped from the tree into the fenced-in yard below. Already, prisoners were scattering to and fro, attempting to escape, while robots tried to round them up. The two made their way in, the taller blasting any robot that came near with her tri-beam laser rifle. The smaller girl revealed she had numerous knives stashed in her clothes, which she threw with pinpoint accuracy or wielded between her fingers like claws. The convicts largely ignored them. They needed to escape the robots, so no one stopped to wonder why two girls were breaking into a prison.
Their first obstacle, the door to cell block thirteen.
"Open it." the taller girl commanded.
The smaller girl swallowed hard, brandishing some sort of electronic device that she attached to the card reader. In a matter of moments, the doorway to cell block thirteen slid open, a wave of prisoners flooding out. Cell block thirteen was where only the most dangerous criminals were locked away, rarely ever seeing the world outside their cells for the remainder of their lives. The two girls charged in, blasting or cutting any prisoner or robot who stood in their way. They had business here, but not with them. They were here for a specific Prisoner.
They reached one cell in particular, a cell that appeared to be their mark.
"Nikki, can you pick the lock?" the taller woman barked.
"Of-Of course, Junior!" the smaller girl stuttered. She produced a wallet-like object, opening it to reveal a full set of locksmith tools. Removing two tools of the pockets of the folder, she set to work on the lock, picking it within moments. The smaller girl, Nikki, ran in while the taller girl, Junior, took one last look around outside before joining her partner.
"He's here, Junior!" Nikki squeaked, pointing to where a figure lay prone on an uncomfortable-looking cot.
Junior approached, finding he was fast asleep. Very peacefully asleep, as well. He wasn't tossing or turning. He wasn't drooling. He wasn't mumbling to himself. He was just lying on his side, facing away from them. He wore just a beige jumpsuit, standard of the prisoners of the Tibbets Facility, and though some sort of strapped-on objects covered his head, the hair proved it. Dark purple, almost black. Yep, this was him.
"How could he sleep through an explosion and all these alarms like this?" Nikki wondered aloud.
"Doesn't matter. We need to wake him up." Junior concluded. She nudged the young man's shoulder, getting no reaction whatsoever. A jarring also proved ineffectual. Finally, she rolled him off his bed, sending him tumbling to the floor. The young man sat up and shook his head, looking around and pausing when he saw the two undeniably attractive young women in his cell.
The Prisoner appeared to be wearing some sort of respirator over his mouth and chin, while blackened goggles hid his eyes. Most unusual, he had some kind of rusted metal headband over his forehead, two curved bars sticking out from it to frame the side of his head, and a chin trap to hold it on.
"Casper Shelby?" the taller woman questioned. The young man only nodded. "We're here to rescue you. No time to ask questions. Just come with us."
The young man stood up, dusting himself off. Junior stared at the odd contraption strapped to his head. "Nikki, what's that on his head?"
"Um... Ps-Psychic Nullifier. Uh... I-It suppresses psychic powers, both used by the wearer and on the wearer. This one looks like it's been locked on him, so he can't take it off."
"Hm... The report said he was a psyker. Can you undo the mechanism and get it off him?"
"I can, but i-it'll take a bit of time."
An explosion sounded just outside the cell they were in. "Time is what we don't have! Shelby, follow us and stay close! We're making a run for it!"
The young prisoner only nodded, taking off behind them at an even pace. It seemed the robots could tell someone had broken into the prison, and were beginning to converge on the three of them. A Mister Gutsy fired its flamer at them, but a knife thrown in the nozzle from Nikki caused the robot's weapon to explode. When they turned the corner, they came face-to-face with a protectron, but a blast from Junior's laser rifle trashed it.
"We're almost there. Shelby, are you alright?" Junior asked their charge. The young man appeared to be panting, but he nodded and gave a thumbs up.
"Nikki, see if you can get that nullifier off him now."
"Um... Okay. S-Sure."
Junior kept an eye out while Nikki worked. It seemed this Casper Shelby was almost exactly between the two of them in height, standing at 5'6". His shaggy hair came down to frame his goggle-covered eyes, a lock between them and a lock to either side of them. He was oddly pale, though, for someone who grew up a tribal.
"Halt where you are. Orders are to terminate."
Junior looked to see several sentry bots converging on their location.
"Nikki! Hurry!"
"I-I'm trying!"
The sentry bots readied their missile launchers, pointing the appendages at the trio.
"Nikki!"
"I'm sorry!"
The missiles fired just as the psychic nullifier fell to the floor. Junior and Nikki braced themselves, but their charge jumped in front of them, holding his arms out in front of him. When they looked, he was holding back the force of the explosions with his hands.
"Shelby! What the hell?" Junior shouted over the thunderous roar of the blast.
"Oh my..." Nikki gasped.
With a swing of his arms, the explosions somehow flew back toward the sentry bots, blasting them into pieces. He stood there, panting heavily.
"N-Nevermind! Let's just get out of here!" Junior ordered. She grabbed the prisoner by the shoulder and pulled him along. They had to get out, fast. More robots would come for them.
The trio made their way out of the prison, Junior clearing the way while Nikki supported the exhausted Shelby.
"Nikki, what's wrong with him?"
"Um... It's probably been so long since he's used his psychic powers, what he did must have really tired him out."
"Dammit, we don't need this right now!"
Another explosion sounded, the wall next to them blasted down as a large group of convicts stepped through the rubble, evidently demolished with dynamite.
"Lookie what we have here!" one announced. "Two hot little numbers what found their way into our prison." He licked his lips.
Nikki swallowed hard.
"Yeah, right. Like we'd give you the chance." Junior readied her laser rifle, but when she pulled the trigger nothing happened. Crap. Her microfusion cell ran out of charge.
"Nikki!"
"I'm out of knives!"
"Then I guess you're defenseless, eh?"
The Prisoner resting on Nikki's shoulder stepped forward, standing defiantly between the girls and the convicts.
"What, we have a hero, do we? Heh." The convict pointed his gun at the young man and pulled the trigger.
Only to have the gun explode in his face.
"What the hell just happened?" another convict yelped.
"Gun must've been broken! Just fire!"
Each of the convicts raised their weapon, only to have their firearm explode in their faces the moment they pulled the trigger. Nikki and Junior looked to see Shelby's arm outstretched towards the group, and he was visibly sweating.
"Shelby? What the hell did you just do?" Junior demanded.
"N-No time, Junior! We have to go!"
The smaller girl ran forward and grabbed the Prisoner's hand, pulling him through the hole in the wall. Junior sighed and followed.
The yard was bustling with activity, robots and convicts engaged in battle over freedom. Junior easily cut a hole in the fence with her ripper, leading her two charges out into the nearby woods. Once they were at a sufficient distance, she pressed a button on her Pip-Boy.
Something rose from the branches nearby, some sort of floating metal craft, which smoothly glided over and landed next to them. Junior jumped into the driver's seat, while Nikki and Shelby got in the back. The glass dome closed over them, the ship rising vertically into the air and shooting off at jet speed.
"Nikki, is Shelby okay?"
The smaller girl nudged the young man. "Casper? Casper?"
He was sleeping.
"It's okay. Let him sleep." Junior instructed. "I suppose he's earned it after getting us out of those jams."
"Well... I can at least get these goggles and mask off hi-" Silence.
"Nikki? Nikki, what's wrong?"
Junior looked back at the two of them, only for her mouth to fall open again. Nikki had indeed removed the goggles and mask but... but...
He was a prettyboy!
With the goggles and mask gone, his baby face and boyish looks were evident to the two girls for the first time. For a moment, they were speechless. How could a tribal be so... pretty? It was only when the ship shook that Junior brought her attention back to piloting. Nikki, though, tried to position him in a more comfortable sleeping position, only to have him fall and rest his head on her shoulder. Blushing a deep crimson, she just hoped the ride wouldn't last long... Because she probably wouldn't.
