The Fallout of my Life
I sighed, as I sat at my private desk in my home, in Megaton. I readied the recorder I was about to use. I took a breath and began: "My name is Stephan Wolff; most just call me Wolff. Yet, I have earned the name The Vicious Wolff. It is my mercenary name. I was, no, I still am a merc. I've worked for merchants, caravans, other mercenaries, you name the job, and I've probably done it. I was also a slaver. I gave up on the enslaving, but not owning the few slaves I own. I'm some kind of person. At least I treat my slaves well. I also own a servant bot. He was called Mr. Doodle, but both I and the bot hated that name, so he was renamed Sargent Gun-Gust. I just call him Gust. He serves me with home maintenance, purchasing items, and helps in my fights. I have mounted him with a plasma gun, a flamethrower, and a cutting laser. I decided to leave the saw blade as it was. I also painted Gust black, at his own request. Speaking of companions, I have only been addicted to any drug once. I was addicted to Mentats about a year ago, after I…left…Vault…108." I paused. "Yea, I came from Vault 108. I was cloned from one Houston Jackson. And I was cloned with the intention of prolonged life, which went wrong. Instead of a prolonged life span, I was cursed with a genetic cell sustention. It just basically means I don't age physically, and I also will live forever, until fatally wounded. But, yea, I'm a clone with a lifespan of eternal. Oh, I should probably mention the factions I was in and worked for. As I mentioned previously, I worked for the Slavers. I also worked for the Raiders. Yup, Raiders, as in the cutthroats you find strewn out across the Capital Wastelands. Trust me; you don't even want to know, because I wish I had not worked for them. I was once a Brotherhood of Steel Sentinel, so I can use power armor. I was in the Talon Company Mercenaries as well. It explains why I worked for Raiders. And of course I work for myself. Well, I think I'll wrap up this recording for now. Recorded on March 27th, 2278, I think. Is that the year now? It should be." I finished recording my first audio log. Sighing, I put the recording in my desk's top drawer. "Are you really a clone from 108?" asked the gravelly voice if Rex, my male Ghoul slave. I sighed again. "Eeyup, it's true. I am a clone, from a Vault-Tech vault filled with psychopathic hundreds of copies of Gary." I almost joked. I stood up from my desk and walked over to my terminal. "That is kind of cool." Rex grunted. "Well, I hatted every Gary from number 20 to the last copy." I said, stating my dislike of Gary 20 to the last clone made. As I checked the mail box on my terminal, I noticed I had a message from Three Dog. "What does he want?" I asked myself aloud. I read his message, it said:
Dear Wolff,
I have a job type thing for you to do. I have heard that the Lone Wanderer has a sister. You may be asking: "Well, Three Dog, why is this important?" Well, the kid is busy and he asked me to find someone to bring his sister here. That's where you come in. I would like you to go get the kid's sister; I'll pay you a minimum of 2,000 bottle caps. If she comes and shares your adventure of retrieval, I'll give you a maximum of 6,000 bottle caps. Let me know if you're in.
I thought about the offer. "Rex, should I take this offer?" I asked the Ghoul. Rex read the message. "Do it, do it and tell us of the Wanderer." Rex responded after he read the message. I walked down out of my room, and down the stairs. "Avis, Yui, Gust, I'm going on a contract. Rex, please fill them in on the contract." I announced as I walked to a room near the back of my house. I entered the room, my armory, and stopped in front of my armor. My armor is a Brotherhood of Steel suit that had been colored a gray, but this gray looked like it was fur from a wolf. Thus my nickname was born. The helmet, also Brotherhood of Steel power armor, was smashed when I found it. When I repaired it, it looked like a wolf's skull pieced together, again aiding the birth of my nickname. I equipped my wolf armor, as I call it, and then put on my Pip-Boy 3000. Yes, I have a Pip-Boy. Remember, I said I was from Vault 108. I looked left at my weapon rack. 'Plasma rifle, combat shotgun, silenced 10mm pistol, and a Ripper.' I thought to myself as I grabbed said weapons. I walked back out into the common area of my house to the group of slaves and single robot servant. "So?" I asked the group. Avis looked stressed. "Well, we could use the caps." Avis said. "Sir, may I suggest you have company for this trip?" Gust said in his metallic voice. "I'll go." Yui stated, in her rather soft and quiet voice. Everyone (and bot) looked at the small framed, of Asian descent woman. I studied her body language. "Are you sure about this?" I asked with uncertainty in my voice. Yui said nothing and walked to the armory. "Well, then, I'll be outside." I said to the group. I walked to the door, looked back, and then I walked out the door.