AN: Completely can't remember where I got the idea for this. Maybe it was the recent Fallout 4 announcement, coupled with my recent watching of Rebellion. In any case, I admit that I'm still groping about trying to figure out how to write this. So from the get go, I'll say it, updates will take some time. Tips, reviews, and feedback are always welcome.
Just some general advice before we begin: listen to Kyu Sakamoto's Ue Wo Muite Arukou ("Sukiyaki") while reading the narrative part, and imagine the exposition part being done by Ron Perlman.
Now, without any further ado...
Disclaimer: Meduka Meguca belongs to Gen, SHAFT, and Coobie. Fallout belongs to Bethesda, and THE ENCLAVE. GOD BLESS THE ENCLAVE.
NUKA MEDUKA
A CROSSOVER (MEDUKA MEGUCA x FALLOUT)
BY FIZZY 13
PROLOGUE: I LOOK UP AS I WALK
In a dusty, dilapidated old appliance store, an ancient gramophone spins to life.
With the last ounces of its energy, it begins playing the vinyl record beneath its needle – Kyu Sakamoto's top international hit, Ue Wo Muite Arukou, better known as Sukiyaki.
Dust flies into the air as a white rat scampers from behind the varnished brown turntable, agitated by the music.
It runs along the aged, disjointed shelf, which holds various electrical trinkets like toasters, TV's, and what can only be described as a bulky analog "laptop" with a sign saying "SALE! ONLY 2,000,000 YEN!".
All are worn with time, covered in dust, and a grim picture of the past.
The rat jumps over to the next shelf, flying past a poster of the Emperor holding up a blue flag with thirteen white stars surrounding the familiar Rising Sun of Japan, but colored to match the stars and radiating 26 extremely thin rays.
The poster's tagline reads, in both Kanji and English, "RETAKE AOMORI! LIBERATE HOKKAIDO!"
The rat scurries behind a variety of Safe-chan bobbleheads, one giving a thumbs up gesture, another holding up a wrench, and a third brandishing a katana.
The music grows fainter as the rodent reaches the ajar door, and slips out into the outside world, a once great metropolis utterly devastated.
Rubble litters the streets, and the buildings are close to falling apart.
A scrap of paper flies by the store front, carried by harsh winds until it gets caught by a young lime-haired girl in a matching lime green dress, a giant axe strapped to her back.
She looks at the scrap, an advertisement from a so-called Mitsuyota Zaibatsu to sign up for the "Safe Program", before crumpling the paper and tossing it aside.
The girl has no use for useless advice from a long dead and forgotten world.
She turns upward at the dull green sky and an incoming storm in the distance.
Calmly, she goes into the store, and follows the music to its source, the gramophone.
The pleasant old world tune slowly starts to twist and deform into a wild shrieking noise as the turntable starts to shake violently.
The girl draws her axe and leaps at the gramophone, now glowing a sinister red.
War. War never changes.
The Romans conquered their Egyptian allies to consolidate their power over the Mediterranean. England and France exchanged blows for a hundred years to decide who would sit on the throne. The Axis powers waged a campaign of genocide to cleanse the Earth of the weak and unfit.
But war never changes.
Since the latter half of the 20th century, war was continually waged over who would hold the most power. Only this time, the old causes for these wars took on new names: Democracy. Communism. Nationalism. For these reasons, China would invade Hokkaido. The US would reinitiate the occupation of Japan. And the Emperor's allies, memories still fresh from their earlier humiliation at the hands of America, formed a conspiracy to put their sovereign back in power.
In the year 2077, a war unlike any other consumed all other wars in its fury, including those being fought in Japan. Nuclear fire rained down on the Earth, splitting mountains and boiling the oceans. In two short hours, nearly all life on the planet was extinguished.
The few who survived did so in the confines of the great underground Safes. Her family was part of a group that was able to enter Safe 17. It was here, where She was born. Encased in steel, beneath a mountain of stone, a hundred years have passed with no contact with the outside world.
Life in the Safe is about to change.
AN: I actually did draw the flag described in the story. Just PM me if you wanna see it or something. Safe-chan, not so much, sadly. I'm more for symbols than characters.
Again, feedback is very much appreciated. Thanks.