Fallout
Uprising
Part Two
Reign of Chaos
Chapter One
The air was pure, free from any and all radiation, unlike the air outside. Vault 101, even after opening its doors all those years ago, was able to upkeep its ventilation system enough to keep the air inside the massive bunker clean. Darren Onyx walked down the hall, wearing his torn leather armor. In his hand was his ten millimeter pistol, the same he had kept since he left the Vault. His baseball bat, with his father's signature on it, was slung over his back.
He slowly walked down the halls, his footsteps echoing. He felt relatively safe within the Vault, he knew that it was the most secure location in all of DC. Yet his gut instinct told him to patrol at night and to make sure no one was there that wasn't suppose to be; he knew, no matter how good of a fighter you are, some men are smart enough to work past you, or deadly enough to kill you.
He heard some heavier steps behind him. He turned. Ulysses, his older brother whom tried to murder him and his friends, along with an entire region of America, stood there with a sinister smirk. Darren tried to raise his arm to fire his weapon but it wouldn't move. His fingers went numb, his legs started to shake and his vision blurred.
"You are weak," Ulysses spat out as he fired his revolver at Darren. The bullet jumped through the clean air and landed in Darren's upper abdomon. He choked up some blood and fell backwards.
Darren shot up from his bed breathing heavily, sweat pouring down his face. He blinked quickly as he shot his glance all around his small room. His heart was pounding. He stopped and stared at the door, anticipating someone to walk in. After an intense moment of silence, Darren finally shook his head. He threw his legs over his bed to stand. He stopped for a moment, his bare feet found the floor to be freezing. He took a moment and stood, his back scarred from his time spent in the Mojave. It had only been six months since he had journeyed there, since he learned that his father had more secrets than he thought possible. But it felt like an millennium had passed since then. It wasn't easy moving on and returning home.
The thought of leaving caused Darren to shut his eyes tight in remembrance. He reopened them and walked over to the southwest side of the room, parallel of his bed. He pressed the small red button beside it and the door slid open. It was the bathroom. He walked in and examined the mirror. His face wasn't scarred anymore than it was when he left, just a few permanent bruises. He turned on the sick and got some cool water in his hands. Leaning down he splashed the water in his face. His rough beard was shaven off, he looked cleaner.
He did this a few more times then turned the water off. Turning the light off he walked back to his bed, he didn't bother to shut the bathroom door. He dropped back into his bed and closed his eyes, trying to forget his nightmare. It was true, he had learned dark secrets while in the Mojave. All the while he built some friendships. He came back to DC with a group of New Vegas Confederacy, or NVC, troops. When he left there were hundreds of them that went with him. As they reached major stops, they would break off and establish outposts. Eventually it was just one last outpost, on the edge of DC near Old Olney. The NVC was now in contact with the DC Brotherhood of Steel.
With the western chapter almost completely in ruin now, the DC chapter was the only major one left. However it wasn't easy for them either. Upon returning to DC Darren had learned that his friend and second-father, Owyn Lyons, had passed away in his sleep shortly after he left for the Mojave. As if it was bad enough, Sarah Lyons, Owyn's only daughter, and ex-lover of Darren, went missing. With no clear successor, the Brotherhood was operating on the council.
With the exception of the death of a friend and someone close to him disappearing, Darren was greeted back into the Vault with open arms. 101 had never been friendlier. He didn't think it would work out so well but it did. Amata Almadover, his oldest friend, allowed him to rejoin the Vault, with no resistance from any of the other dwellers, due to his help in setting up a trade agreement between Amata and Uncle Roe of Canterbury Commons. For the majority of his time spent back in the Vault, with a few dirty looks due to past events here and there, it was very nice to be out of danger and in some comfort.
It was nice.
The sun slowly rose over the horizon, the light shining through the many ruined buildings in downtown DC. Galaxy News Radio was famous, now across the entire United States. At each Brotherhood outpost from there to the Mojave, there was a radio tower built to allow Three Dog, the disc jockey, to transmit to all the wasteland. It was truly bringing together society again, as small settlements started sprouting up around each of the outposts. It seems hope was growing stronger as the days passed.
It was early morning, about seven o'clock, an hour before Three Dog's morning broadcast starts. He walked around a bit outside, getting some air. Since the recent expansion of the Brotherhood, more and more people were recruiting into their ranks. The relatively small force grew into hundreds of members, almost a thousand. And the spread of purified water, thanks to the Purifier at the Jefferson Memorial, made it easy to find recruits, as they were paid in free clean water before any settlement got it. This increase in numbers allowed them to secure Chevy Chase metro. Three Dog had little to no worry about mutants anymore, though many Brotherhood members were stationed to ensure it stayed that way.
Three Dog walked about the courtyard and greeted all the soldiers that were patrolling and guarding that shift. He was a real stand up guy and everyone loved him. His charming smile, suave voice, and dedication to freedom made him one of the beacons of hope in the world, alongside others like Darren and Emma Cross, the courier. After greeting everyone he made his way back inside.
As he sat at his recording desk he flipped some switches and even do a mic playback, to see and make sure his microphone was working without any issues. His door, at this point, was closed. He didn't like others walking in on a broadcast.
A knock came after he finished testing his mic. "Come on in," he yelled, never taking his eyes of the control panel. Suddenly his head exploded, blood splattered all over the control station and he fell forward dead. Behind him was a man holding a silenced 10mm pistol. He wore a black business suit. His eyes were concealed by dark tinted sunglasses and a black fedora laid atop his head. He picked up the head of Three Dog and dragged him out of his chair and onto the floor. He sat in the chair and gave a silent chuckle.
He turned to face the control station and flipped the switch, putting him on air. The normal intro for GNR played. All across the wastes, humans and ghouls, anyone who had a radio sat and tuned in to listen to the inspiration of Three Dog. The businessman leaned into the mic. "Greetings people of the wastes," he introduced with a deep and suave tone. His voice was nice to hear yet it sent chills down ones spine. It was a terrifying combination. "I am here to report that our dear Three Dog is off the air."
He gave a sinister smile even though no one could see it. The moment of silence seemed like forever to all who listened. "Today I am reporting the latest developments here in the Capital," he started explaining, "Today we are going to experience a major storm that will last days, maybe even weeks."
He stood up and adjusted his suit. He took out his pistol and slowly removed the silencer. Placing it inside his jacket pocket he aimed it at Three Dog. "My name is Mister Burke."
Burke fired three shots. They rang over the radio and everyone went silent. Burke turned and left the room, the broadcast still live. He walked down the stairs and outside to the courtyard. Every Brotherhood Steel member was dead. Blood was everywhere. Super Mutants stood over their bodies. These weren't the normal yellow super mutants, they were darker, almost blue. One of them, who wore heavy armor, approached Burke. "Is it done?" he half spoke in a yell.
Burke nodded. "Place the charges and blow this place to hell," he started walking down the stairs and towards Chevy Chase metro.
"What about our deal?" the mutant yelled.
Burke stopped and turned to him. "Our deal isn't over. This is just the first step in our plan." Burke examined the other mutants and smiled. He looked back at the one he was speaking to. "You'll have your brother soon enough, Hawke. Our target is his closest friend after all."
End of chapter...