Author's Notes and Story Background Information:
I've had this story floating around in my head for the past week and I can't seem to get rid of it… so I'm just going to go ahead and give it a go. My writing is still (in my opinion) quite bad, so bear with me. I've got a rough outline of how I want this story to pan out, so hopefully updates will not be far and few between.
This story is a Fallout 3 & New Vegas crossover with Stargate Atlantis. I haven't played the 1st Fallout, and I'm barely a tenth of the way through the second one so there won't be much mention of them or their content barring the occasional reference. It would be highly implausible for there to be two Americas with two cold wars in two separate galaxies, so some names, geographical locations and history will be changed for the Fallout setting. For example, instead of the common catch phrase, "Uncle Sam wants YOU," it would be "Uncle Jim wants YOU." Though the ideological differences remained roughly the same, communists aren't called commies and there was no country called China.
Also, the ending in my Fallout 3 and New Vegas storylines are very non-canon and heavily AU.
Imagine if the Lone Wanderer in Fallout 3 had sided with the Enclave, and together they had taken over the Capitol Wasteland, the Pitt, and forged an alliance with House and the Courier… yes, it's that good. The NCR is still around in the Core region and is allied with the Brotherhood of Steel in its areas of influence (the enemy of my enemy is my friend type of arrangement). The Legion as an effective fighting force has been completely wiped out by the Enclave, with their capital city Flagstaff leveled, and nothing left but scattered remnants that've degenerated into petty raiding bands.
Mutants of all types (ghouls, super mutants, deathclaws, etc) have been driven out or eradicated in Enclave held territory with scattered pockets surviving in isolation. Washington D.C.(or rather, Aurora D.C. – the D.C. also stands for something else) is in the process of being "cleansed" and rebuilt, with Enclave Special Ops teams going from building to building and disposing of any raiders, mutants, and the occasional Brotherhood hold out. The Brotherhood of Steel in the Capitol Wasteland was effectively annihilated by an orbital strike on the Citadel ordered by the Lone Wanderer, though a handful of Paladins under Sarah Lyon and Star Paladin Cross managed to survive, and are currently waging a small guerilla war against Enclave forces.
As far as Atlantis goes, I believe somewhere in Season 2-3ish is the appropriate timeframe (I'll figure out the specifics further into the story if the need arises). The main points are that Weir is alive, Carson is alive, Ford is gone and Ronon is on the team.
Anyways, onwards to the story and remember – constructive criticism and reviews of any kind are greatly appreciated!
The City of Atlantis, Control Tower –
A certain Rodney McKay was feeling rather egotistical today. A normal feeling for anyone who had just accomplished something major, but as any expedition member on Atlantis could tell you, if there was anything Rodney McKay didn't need, it was an ego boost.
The reason for Rodney's bigger than usual ego on this particular day was his discovery of what he believed to be the location of a planet with a ZPM hidden on it in the city's database.
"Elizabeth, you'll never believe what I just found!" shouted an obviously excited Rodney, after practically sprinting into Weir's office. "I was going through the Ancient database, and I know we've had our hits and misses before but this is a sure thing! I mean, well, almost a sure thing, you can never be certain with the Ancients and -"
"Rodney! Calm down!" exclaimed a surprised Weir, holding up her hands. "What is it you've found?"
"What have I found? Only the location of not just one, but two Zed-PMs, the most potent power source known to man! Not to mention something we desperately need if we're going to power this city as well as, oh I don't know, survive against any Wraith attack!"
"What's going on? Did Rodney blow up another solar system?" a rather amused sounding voice coming from the doorway asked.
Sheppard had been heading up to the Control Tower to see if Rodney wanted to join him and the rest of the team for dinner in the mess when he'd heard raised voices coming from Weir's office and decided to investigate. After all, he was the commanding military officer of Atlantis.
"I'll let Rodney tell you the good news himself." said an amused looking Weir.
"Sheppard, I think – no I'm sure that I've found the location of two fully charged Zed-PMs."
"As far as I know, Rodney, we've already gone through the list of planets that had hidden ZPMs on them that the other Elizabeth gave us. Most of which didn't have any technology on them whatsoever, not to mention a Zero Point Module, I might add."
"Not that it was her fault, of course." John quickly added, seeing the look on Weir's face.
"Yes yes I know all of that, obviously. I found these two while I was doing a completely unrelated search in the Atlantis database for leads on any other possibly advanced civilizations out in the Pegasus galaxy." exclaimed an already exasperated Rodney. "I found this in a side note in an Ancient entry on a social experiment they were performing on some back water planet in an isolated corner of Pegasus."
"A side note, Rodney?" said Weir, raising an eyebrow.
"I know what you're thinking, but trust me on this. If the database is right, then chances are the Wraith have never been to this planet, given its relatively isolated location. Best case scenario? Not only do we get two Zed-PMs to power Atlantis, but we also get a technologically advanced ally as well."
"What about the social experiment the Ancients were performing, Rodney?" asked Weir.
"That's the catch. There wasn't much information other than a mention of putting two diametrically opposed ideologies on different continents. Apparently the Ancients left two fully charged Zed-PMs on the planet when the people there had advanced enough, one for each ideology." Rodney shrugged. "Though given what we've seen so far in Pegasus, it's far more likely that they've either regressed to the level of iron age technology, or been wiped out by the Wraith. Meaning that either they neither need nor care about the Zed-PMs, or that they aren't around to complain about us taking them. It's pretty much a win-win scenario for us regardless."
"At the very least, it's worth checking out." said a now clearly excited John. "Permission to take my team through the gate and see about getting us some ZPMs, Ma'am?"
"Permission granted."
Somewhere in the ruins of D.C….
Kat swore as a veritable hailstorm of bullets flew by her head and blew chunks out of the old cement wall behind her, nearly scraping the top of her helmet. Honestly, this was getting old fast. First it was super mutants, then Brotherhood of Steel stragglers, and now raiders. It almost seemed like the Wasteland itself was conspiring against her. Her life after leaving the Vault seemed to consist solely of firefights, heated negotiations followed by more firefights and the occasional confrontation with what seemed every mutated animal in the wastes, simultaneously.
"I've had just about enough of this shit. This is the third time I've been ambushed this week. Raiders just don't know when to quit, the stupid bastards."
She turned to the green robot hovering beside her, "Sarge, cook these dumb SOBs."
"Sir Yes Sir! Order received and confirmed. Firing thrusters for effect. When you worthless junkies get to hell, tell them Sergeant RL-3 sent you!" With that, the olive colored robot flew above the crumbling concrete barrier and let loose with his flamethrower into a group of roughly twenty raiders who were in the process of reloading their weapons, firing their weapons into the air while yelling loudly, or making lewd gestures – or a varying combination of those things.
Flames sprouted from several of the robot's "arms" and quickly engulfed the raiders. Several attempted to shoot the mechanical construct to no effect but quickly turned tail and fled after the first few of their comrades fell twitching to the ground in flames while screaming in agony, a few were cut down after the robot quickly switched to its long range plasma blasters but most managed to escape into the relative safety of the nearby ruins.
By this time, Kat had circled around the barrier herself and taken out half a dozen raiders with pinpoint precision shots from her Enclave issue plasma rifle, one of which simply disintegrated into a pile of green hued ash. "Sarge, body count!" She barked while putting one of the screaming, still on fire raiders out of their misery with a quick plasma blast to the head.
"Approximately 10 KIA, and two wounded." The sound of two plasma bursts fired in quick succession is heard. "Make that 12 KIA, Sir."
"Damn, that means slightly under half of them got away. Our orders are clear Sarge, this sector is to be completely raider, mutie, and Brotherhood free by sundown, did you see where they ran off to?" said a frustrated sounding Kat.
"According to the general direction in which they were heading, I'd say our best bet would be the Museum of Technology, Sir." The robot was hovering in mid-air above several charred raider corpses, weapon holding appendages twitching slightly. While most robots were supposedly bereft of human emotions, Kat swore that RL-3 downright enjoyed killing things, and was determined to find out for sure one day if she ever got any downtime. Her caps were on it being a side effect of RL-3's experimental personality.
"Then that's where we're headed. No doubt they'll attempt some sort of half-assed ambush in the lobby if at least one of them has any functional brain cells left in their drug addled cranium."
"Do you have a plan, Sir?" RL-3 was practically bouncing up and down, which is quite the feat for someone who's only means of transportation is a jet thruster.
Kat paused for a moment before replying, "I figure with my power armor and your heavy armored plating the standard 'blast open the doors and shoot anything that moves' plan will suffice. Their small arms fire shouldn't be able to do much more than irritate either of us before we cut them to pieces."
"Affirmative Sir! And if I may say so Sir, it has been one hell of a glorious day in this man's army!"
"That it has, Sarge, that it has. Now let's get a move on, they're serving salisbury steak tonight in the mess hall and I don't want to be late."