P.S I am not going to lie, I will be taking my time to do the updates (around week each) and I am not planning on rushing it. So, bad news, slow updates. Good news, I am not posting anything short (nothing less than 500 words, every update aimed at 1000 minimum.
Hello, Capital Wasteland! Because One Dog's not enough, and Two is too low, It's me, Three Dog! Arooo! Now, time for some news. Alive? Yes. Still wandering? Uh huh. One of the most powerful individuals in the Capital Wasteland? You bet your bobby socks, Susie. I'm talkin' about the kid from Vault 101. Just 19, and this cat/babe has been in some serious shit. And there ain't no sign o' stoppin'! Kid from the vault, if you're listening, I want you to know that you are, truly, a Paradigm of Humanity. Keep on fighting, man/girl! And now for you other faithful listeners, here's an update on our friend.
I've got some interesting news for you. You know that Lone Wanderer? The one who destroyed the Enclave at Adam's Air Base and Raven Rock? The guy who brought fresh, clean water to the wastes? He who saved Reilly's Rangers from a grizzly death, saved Brian Wilkis in grayditch, stopped the superhero wannabes at Canterbury Commons and helped out a talking tree I told you all about? How about the guy who killed the ghouls trying to get into Tenpenny Tower, Killed all the residents of Seneca station, and programmed the robots at Big Town to follow his command? That Wild Child? Well, I've got some news about him, and that bit of news is two letters long. Happy Twentieth! That magic Two Zero, and he's managed to pull off all kinds of shit. Well, he and his mercenary compadres. Hey, this very model of apathy is really pulling off his birthday with a bang. You'd think he would rest on his birthday? Oh, no! He said to me that he's going to get rid of the Super Mutants! All of them! Can you believe it? I sure can't! Not for free, anyway. Those Brotherhood cats must have shit loads of caps to buy that guy's aid.
I turned off the radio from my pip-boy. Three Dog was ranting for over twenty minute before I finally got bored of hearing about my amazing deeds.
"Another Day in the Capital Wastes." I reloaded my gun, a sniper rifle, on top of the Washington monument.
BANG
"Yeah, yeah, kid. Another day you make me sit up here as you shoot down those bastards." Replied Jericho. The large man with the devil-may-care attitude was sitting to my right, with a cigarette to fight off the super mutants.
BANG
Another shot rang off, and a super mutant fell to the floor. Clearing the bunkers again took some work, especially with the overlords around the area, but the Lone Wanderer was used to it.
Lone Wanderer, I thought to myself. A name that stuck to me, a name that everyone knew me by, a name that I detest, a name I hate, a name… that describes me perfectly.
After I wiped out the enclave, destroying their bases in raven rock and Adam's Air base, I went back to the brotherhood, my home away from home. There, I was greeted with the casual news that super mutant activity had increased, but so has the brotherhood. This meant a huge garrison was sent to defend the Washington memorial, as well as a garrison just as large sent to the Capitol Building, set to take out the last super mutants in downtown DC. After the sieges around the radio tower, and the countless attacks on the patrols, finally some revenge, as a final siege, by almost forty brotherhood knights and nearly a hundred initiates and militia to purge the super mutants, All in charge of the Lone Wanderer, or as I have now dubbed myself, "The Merc of the Wastes".
I reloaded my custom victory rifle. Pulled back the freeloader, forcing a bullet into the barrel of the gun. A super mutant spotted me in my tower. I pulled the butt plate towards my shoulder. The Super mutant roared. I aimed down the sight. Breathed in.
BANG
The man behind me fired a single shot from his .44 scoped magnum revolver. Hitting the gun of the super mutant straight out of his hand, Mr Burke smiled. In a winterized combat armour suit, with tortoiseshell glasses, the man is a dedicated servant of Alistair Tenpenny. That is, he was, until someone was hired by a ghoul in Underworld to take him out, and a single bullet to the head later, he was hired by me for a modest fee.
BANG
A shot rang out from my sniper rifle, into the super mutant's head. The beast bent down, clutching his head. I quickly reloaded my sniper rifle methodically, making sure no more super mutant patrols were in the area. The last super mutant in sight recovered from his wound, looking around, trying to spot me. I held my grip on the gun tightly, looked back down the scope.
The super mutant crumpled down to the floor. Another mutie to add to the kill count. Silence progressed uncomfortably, as we waited for noise over the radio. The four of us waited for the crackle of the radio to spring into life.
The fourth member of our group was a silent ghoul bodyguard called Charon. Constantly bound by his contract to his owner, he was brainwashed some time in his life to follow the orders of his owner. Still with morals, evident of the owner of the ninth circle's head, he follows me without question, going into the purifier to start the irradiated machine in, fending off a horde of feral ghouls in Fort Constantine, even tackling a super mutant raiding party on his own when my weapon broke. He helped me out of a lot of difficult situations.
Eventually, I got tired of waiting, and decided I shall have to call in. I picked up the radio, and started speaking into the microphone.
"Hello, this is Team Merc reporting. The muties are downed, I repeat, the muties are down. Waiting for support. Over."
"Team Merc, this is Team Lincoln, we are on standby, waiting for The Initiate's signal, over."
"Damn Initiates are slow to do fuck all. We've got most of them in place, and all the militia are in place. I just hope you know what you're doing. Over."
"Alright. We are moving in, right now. After this, we can all get a rest knowing the DC Ruins are clean. With Vault 87 destroyed by the Talon Company, and the destruction of Germantown, all that is left of the super mutants is that of the ones in the bunker, and some strays around DC. We can all get a day off after this, over."
Charon, Burke, Jericho and I all went down the tower, into the entrance to the bunkers. With all the super mutants either dead or inside, the initiates moved around, to prepare an assault on the series of tunnels. We moved in with Lyon's Pride, and prepared to assault the first bunker. Sentinel Lyons greeted our party, as we prepared to move in.
"The Lone wanderer." Sentinel Lyons said, slowly and spitefully. She hated the fact that I wanted money. She said I was always treading on people to get the best deal, and it will catch up to me. I know she's wrong ; it won't catch up to me.
"Sentinel. Let's just move into the bunker, clear out the super mutants, and then I can finally get away from you and your real soldiers."
"Why do you choose to constantly anger us? We have done nothing but help you, yet –" Lyons started.
[Karma]"Stop it. You don't like me, and I don't like you. Let's just clear these soldiers out from this bunker, and then we can get on our way to finish all of this, once and for all. We have both lost a lot to these mutants, and it is time we stop them. For good."
Lyons glared back at me. Suppressing a laugh, I pulled out my weapon of choice; a faded chinese assault rifle, with xuanlong etched down the side of it, and an extended barrel with a steel butt plate.
"You really should be using a better gun than that rusty thing." Criticised a member from Lyon's Pride. I turned, to see who it was.
"Paladin Glade, I suppose you'd prefer me to use a gatling laser? Or maybe a missile launcher?" I replied, jokily. A smile crept across Paladin Glade's face.
"Not really, I was thinking more along the lines of a Fat Man." He replied, trying to hide his smile, losing that battle.
"Ha. You're probably right, though. I might have to bring out Eugene from retirement." I put my rifle on my back, and turned to Charon. The faithful ghoul manservant passed me a giant minigun, given to me as payment for helping Reilly's Rangers.
"Alright, we all ready?" No response. I breathed in. "OK, let's go!" I shouted, and charged through the door foot first.