Fallout: The Man From Out of Town

by HaloSniper117

This is going to be a long story. Frank Roften awakes from cryo sleep alone and without anyone but a sarcastic computer and his wits In an unknown Space station in orbit over Earth he is alone. he makes a choice, and goes down to the wastes below.

1. Rude Awakening

Fallout:

The Man From Out of Town

By

HaloSniper117

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Disclamer: I do Not own fallout, i only play the games.

This is my First FanFic INEED (is that enough to show how important your reviews will be?)your input of it opinions are useful, and no. no lemons.

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Chapter 1:

Rude Awakening

"Power Systems: …...Optimal."

"Orbit:…...Holding."

"Cryogenic Chamber...ALERT."

…..."Emergency Protocol engaged"...

…..."DE Hibernation Emergency Protocol in effect"…...

…..."Opening Cryo Pod 01"…...

"Subjects vitals are stabilizing."

2 Hours Later

My eyes open to the whirling and beeping of computer and Cyro fog. This means one of two things; either, I have some work to do or something has got the computer stumped.

I sit up and then it hits me, I quickly slump out and start heaving. Cryo sickness, this is common for inhabitants to experience this after going into cryo for extended times.

"Attention the stations Cryo systems have failed and emergency Release from Cryo sleep was required per-protocol."

"Ow!" Is all I can say, looks like the intercom fro automated messages is a bit turned up. I need to fix that too. That was the station computer broadcasting that message. That's when I notice that something is wrong, there are 20 pods. Only mine opened. I rush over to the nearest one and check the vitals, what I see makes me sicken. I ran over to the cyro terminals and called up all the vitals of all crew members."No, No, No, NO!" I shout as I sit down in the seat behind me hard. "Dead, they are all dead." Alone I sit there starring at the flat red lines, the evil murderous red lines. Alone I sat starring hoping quietly that if I stair long enough that the lines will start zig-zagging, that there would be beeps for the heart beats. Alone I sat, it had to be close to 3 hours I sat there starring until the computer prompted me in its mechanical female voice, " Attention Food services are now available for consumption."

I get up and stagger over to the cafeteria, the bigger room is good for a crew of 45, the emptiness is engulfing. I walk over to the galley were this thing spits out things similar to an M.R.E. I sit down and begin eating, this is a mechanical eating, it was supposed to be macaroni noddle's with cheese sauce and a helping of assorted vegetables, I tasted only bland. The meals are normally good but the world around me has lost its luster, and taste for I only saw in a gray and ate in gray and lived in grey. That's when a thought occurred to me as I look out the window to space, and to earth.

I get out my pip-boy and bring up an option. You see this pip-boy is unique as it can communicate to the onboard station computer and many other things a standard pip-boy can`t. I made the modifications myself and am quite impressed with how it turned out.

"Computer, bring up personality matrix and options." The Computer complies and I look though and choose a personality at random, because anything is better then the defualt.

A yawn comes through the speakers. "Look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning mister grumpy."

Looks like I selected a male sarcasm filled one, great. It had to be sarcastic, of all the choises I chose the sarcastic one! Why do I do things like that?

"Computer I request the status of earth."

"You mean that giant rock that has crazed people with guns crawl 'in all over it?"

Looks like earth is inhabitable," Computer what is the status on the drop ships and I want all probity of landing safely and being able to return." There is a slight delay as it runs calculations of complex algorithms.

"Well leaving is no problem, landing had a 32.8% chance of crashing and if all goes well you have a 12.4% chance of be able to comeback."

Well it is always nice to see that the computer 'believes' in me. "Open the dropship hatch and upload yourself to my pip-boy."
"Also tell the systems to prep the drop-ship with 2 months worth of food and water."
I walk over to the armory and started suiting up and gathering guns and ammo. the amount is depressing. "Ok lets go and computer?"

"Yes Frank?"

"you mind if i call you Rorain?"

"Not at all Mr. Roften."

END OF CHAPTER 1

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Hey if your wondering Yes more will come soon!

I dont have a relase date for the next chapter or if i will at all

All depends on You, Yes YOU, the readers to give me input.