Author's Note: Well, didn't think I'd have another chapter out this soon but here it is. I'm going to try to get the pacing a little better and try to improve my writing style.
In this chapter we will focus on the main characters of this story. I understand how fanfiction works nowadays. I believe a huge number of people who visit the sight automatically want to see the relationships between couples and whatnot in any works that they like. Given that, people probably don't click on this because they're expecting couples in the summary or something before they bother to click.
I have something different planned for this story and I believe I made that intention clear in the last chapter.
It's not to say that it wouldn't be possible for some sort of romance to happen in the story, but it's not likely.
The story here will revolve around a female character and the Obsidian Deathclaw. Lorraine is not much different in appearance from the starting character of Fallout 4. If I figure out how to do it I'll end up linking a picture of her on my profile page.
You can either be the male, Nate, or you can be the female, Nora.
Let me be clear on this. I'm a man, but I always choose to be Nora. Why? Because I hardly play enough video games with female main characters. Quite frankly, I would rather have had both Nate and Nora stay alive and hence, allow the story to be more unique. Unfortunately, you can only choose one. The other has to die.
I have to let Nora live because I know that as a person, if I were in that situation, I would rather want Nora to live.
This also makes it difficult to write a good genuine romance story with her. Sure I can make her look however I want, but frankly, I don't see any of the male characters as compatible with her. Being a man of course, I can't really put myself in her shoes. All I can do is help her make her choices. Obviously there's at least one or two female characters in the game that I would ever bother to romance, but hey, I'm not gay or a woman, so I wouldn't understand how to pair Nora with either of those women.
I wouldn't of course, because that's not why I play, and plus, it's quite obvious that Nora isn't gay either. Why make her gay just because I'm a straight man playing a female character? That's not fair. That's just creepy.
So if you're wanting some smut, it's not gonna happen unless it's actually convenient in some way, like a bar scene or something, but if you're lucky, you might get some playful spanking.
Still, that's not very likely.
One more thing...when you start reading this, I would recommend you listen to one of the main soundtracks in Fallout 4, and here it is.
Go to youtube and type this in: Fallout 4 OST - Rebuild, Renew
It's about six minutes long.
One of the things I found out about reading a fanfiction is that a lot of times, you have to immerse yourself. A lot of us writers on the sight just aren't good enough to immerse our viewers, and I am no different, but you know what? Taking something from the derived works and using it while you read is such a great help.
Trust me. Listen to this soundtrack while you read this chapter, I tried it myself and I couldn't believe how well it worked.
Remember. Immerse yourself. Drop everything else and put yourself in the world you're reading about. Headphones help out a lot.
Anyways, here we are. Next chapter will focus on events and narratives derived from this chapter.
Fallout 4
The Fallen Nation
Chapter Two
The Family
Thursday, 8:13 in the morning...Valentine Agency, Diamond City...
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People have always talked about good old fashioned police work.
It's not old fashioned, it's just police work.
It's the methodical pursuit.
{I guess if that's old fashioned, then that's what I am...}
It wasn't uncommon these days for people to go missing. No matter what the circumstance in the commonwealth, people always seemed to go missing. It was to such a degree that even the people in Diamond City did not feel safe. Although, it was overshadowed by the fact that the people never did anything about it, except for one.
A door was opened.
"Morning Nick, whatcha got there?" A woman stepped through, her eyes immediately landing on the building's occupant.
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Fortunately for Diamond City, amidst the pretenders and blowhards, there was one person any and every resident there could count on.
"Another kidnapping...go figure. Got a couple that says their daughter was taken by Skinny Malone's boys...What are you doing up so early anyway?"
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If there was one thing Nick knew he could say about his secretary with absolute certainty, it was that she was a bit protective of him. In other words she worried about him. "Woke up early. Thought I'd get a head start."
Nick wasn't buying the explanation. "Ellie, your shift doesn't start until ten. I'm a big boy, I can tie my own shoes. This is the fourth time this month you've done this." The man turned to look at her, and it was immediately apparent that this 'man' was not a human at all. Rather, he seemed to be some sort of cyborg. "You need your rest and you know that." He wasn't really angry, just concerned.
That was one of the things that the people admired about Nick. For a robot, he sure seemed to be as much a person as anyone else.
Ellie fixed her hair as she started getting her things ready for the day. "Sometimes I can't rest and need to be doing things. Can't blame me for that."
At that, Nick had to agree. "Well I guess you're right. Hey but um, before you do anything, if I give you some caps can you get me some ammo from Arturo? I'm running a little low." The cyborg hadn't had a dangerous mission for a while, but he still hadn't taken stock since then. It would do well to prepare himself just in case. {Can't say Skinny would actually want to hurt me, but it's better to be safe than sorry.}
Ellie finished setting up her small office. "Sure thing Nick."
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As soon as the door closed behind Ellie, Nick turned to look at the actual papers he had been working on.
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It was apparent that anyone who met Nick often wondered what his story was. It was a question he had even asked himself. It would not be long until he started searching for the answers, and over time, he began to find pieces.
"The Memoirs of Detective Nick Valentine..."
One of the things that Nick appreciated about his robotic state was that his face could not show emotion. He was obviously some sort of robot built to look human, but due to all the damage his body sustained, he chose to wear the fedora and trench-coat that currently was on his person. Wouldn't do well to be walking around as a naked, torn up robot that resembled a human.
Due to this, it helped his need to keep a good poker face, as was per the requirement of any good detective. But sometimes, it was also good even when off the clock.
There were times like now when it was necessary to him. The current subject he was going over was always a powerful one that he had to endure every single time he went through it.
There was once a man named Nick Valentine that lived in Chicago before the bombs fell. As luck would have it, he too was a detective. The man had a good life, good job, good house, good car, he even had a fiancee. Unfortunately, life threw a hardball at Nick and he could not catch it.
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Tragedy struck, and both time and injustice took everything away from the man.
Now, Nick faced a certain reality every day that no one else in the commonwealth, perhaps even the whole world could say they had to endure.
Who was Nick Valentine and what did he stand for? What does he stand for today?
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Was Nick a man who lived two centuries ago? Or was he an identity created for a robot?
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Was it even possible that perhaps, Nick was still here with us?
"...If I ever see you again Winter...you're going to answer for everything you put us through."
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Combat Zone...
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Over time, humanity has done what it can to recover from the war, there have been many things that have divided the people. As was anyone's first and foremost goal, it was to survive. Unfortunately, the act of surviving was very different in the minds of countless people.
As in the old days of the west, where people became bandits and hooligans to get by, after the war, many people went back to the old barbaric system. This time around, these folks were now known as Raiders. Why try to live a normal life and work an honest job, when you could just point a gun at other people and take their stuff?
Not the most honorable of ways to adapt to a new world, but then, a lot of people lost hope after seeing what sorts of dangers and anomalies that now inhabited Mother Earth. In their eyes, killing to survive was justified because that's how everything else in the world was doing it. Bearing that mentality, it's no surprise that when it came to 'entertainment,' their idea of the concept was just as barbaric.
Cue the cage fights.
POW
"Agh, shit, dammit that hurt! You fight good for a brat!"
"You can kiss my ass after I win this fight old man."
The audience rallied. In the massive cage was an older raider and a young woman who had a smirk on her face.
"Come on Brampton get that little shit!" One of the man's partners was waiting for him to put his adversary down for the count.
"Well look at that folks, looks like Cait may have this one in the bag. Can anyone beat the reigning champion?"
Following the announcers words, Brampton attacked, but Cait was waiting for it. Timing it just right, she caught his arm and flipped him onto the floor, and without giving him a chance to get up, she got on top and got him in a headlock.
"Say uncle. Say it!" She refused to let go, and her years of experience gave her the edge she needed.
Brampton was beginning to have trouble breathing, and it didn't take long before he tapped out.
The announcer called it. "And there you have it folks! Another win for Cait!"
The crowd's reaction was mixed, but Cait let the old raider go and he took his leave.
"Alright folks, we have an hour break, get yourself some grub or whatever and we'll be back with the next matches."
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Cait waited in her spot, catching her breath and stretching. "You need to be a little more careful Cait." The announcer walked up to her with a container of water. It was apparent when he stepped into the light that he was not an ordinary human. His face seemed to be irradiated and burned. The woman rolled her eyes and took the water from him. "I got you your money, what more do yah want Tommy? You're not my dear old father now are yah?"
Tommy, sighing in irritation, crossed his arms. "You're damn right I'm not. But that don't mean I can't give my employee some advice. You're getting reckless and you need to cut that shit out. You ain't gonna last much longer if you keep this up."
The woman began to chug the water that was given to her, but she had an answer for him. "Listen Tommy, I only do this shit for you to get my moneys-worth and my high. Ain't nothing else to it." She sealed the bottle and continued her tirade. "You don't know me. Nobody in this nasty shit-hole knows me. Quit acting like you're my friend because you're not. Ain't nothing worth living for nowadays. You keep giving me the goods and I keep getting you your money. That's how how our contract works. You're the guy who made it so stick with it."
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Shaking his head, the man walked away.
As soon as he was out of sight, Cait used the small chair inside the cage to sit down.
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And she was right. No one knew her story, and the fact was, anyone who knew her didn't even want to know her story. But that was something she learned a long time ago. People were fake. Everyone was fake, so fuck them. Both her and Tommy were merely business partners, nothing more. There was no mutual connection, there was nothing deep.
She could see some truth to his words, but she didn't care. She knew what she had gotten herself into. She didn't need some jerk telling her this or that about her when he didn't even care about her well-being. He was just looking to make sure he didn't lose his source of income, just like everyone else.
She saw the world for what it was, not for what people pretended it to be. She adapted quick.
{Forget it.}
She made the mistake of letting others in far too many times, and she put a stop to it a long time ago. This was her life now. The world did not care if she lived or died, and neither did anyone else in the world.
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She was someone who got rid of her weaknesses and used her strengths to beat down anyone and everyone that got in her way or tried to use her.
She didn't need to waste her time on anybody else.
{I'm number one and that's all that matters.}
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Publick Occurrences...Diamond City...
"Hey Nat, you got the sharpener?"
"Yeah, gimme a sec."
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In the current day and age, people just did what they could to survive. They didn't care about what was happening beyond their front door.
However, the old fire of journalism was slowly beginning to come back to the world, and in Diamond City, a young woman had taken up the career unto herself.
It was not uncommon for people to just ignore the bad things that happened to others. While yes, life was harsh, in this woman's eyes, harsh reality was not an excuse to just ignore the plight of others.
Finding the truth and letting the world about it was just as important as knowing how to survive in it. If people didn't care about each other, how would the human race survive?
"How long are you gonna be gone today sis?" Nat walked up to her big sister and gave her the sharpener.
"I'll probably be back in the afternoon or something. I got a lot of ground to cover. Make sure to eat good today, there's some caps in my bottom drawer for you. Anyone tries anything weird with you, you either come home and lock up, go to the guards, or you go to the spot, hear me?"
The woman wrote her name as she finished the article. {'Is Mayor McDonough a Synth, by Piper Wright.'} She had a small smirk on her face. "I think the old fart's not gonna like this article, so better to be safe then sorry, okay?"
"Yeah, I got you sis."
"Good. Gimme kisses."
The woman gave her younger sister kisses all over her cheek and forehead. "Make sure to sell as many copies as you can. I'll be back before you know it."
Piper didn't like leaving her sister by herself every time that news was about, but Piper knew it was way too risky to take her outside the city.
"Mkay, stay safe and you better come back okay?"
Of course, that didn't stop Nat from worrying every time her sister left the city.
The woman stuck out her tongue. "I got this squirt. I heard some pretty interesting stuff from a guy yesterday. I wanna make sure he was telling me the truth, so now I gotta see if I can verify his story. You be safe too. I'll see you at dinner time."
With that, the woman walked outside.
To her surprise, she saw one Nick Valentine walking right by her home.
"Morning Piper. How you doing today?"
The woman couldn't help but smile. "Morning Detective, I think it's great I ran into you." She had this look on her face that Nick knew all too well. "What kind of story are you chasing this time?" He wasn't exactly on a time limit with his current case, so he grew a little interest. "Several days ago one of my customers said he saw a gunfight happening at Trinity Tower."
Nick lit up a cigarette. "Yeah, place is inhabited by a group of Super Mutants. What about it?"
Piper smirked. "The guy said there was a distress signal coming from the tower, by one Rex Goodman." Once she uttered the name, she knew she had Nick's interest. "What the hell was Rex doing this far out? WRVR station can't exactly work without him. He's one of the actors there."
"Exactly. So the guy tells me that he was gonna check it out when he heard Rex's distress call on his radio. Turns out someone else was already there and was killing mutants left and right. He sits there for a while, and then the distress signal goes away. Right after that, he sees something on the side of the building, one of those elevator things. He waits a little longer and eventually he sees something very interesting." Nick could tell by the look on her face that she loved telling her stories. "Eventually he sees Rex come out of the building, but he notices something very strange. He says a woman in a vault suit comes out, apparently with a working Mr Handy, and get this, a super mutant comes out with them. They talk some things over, Rex leaves, and then the mutant goes with that lady and her robot."
Nick took a puff. Piper always had a reason for why she chased stories, and while this story didn't seem like much other than a rescue mission, he had a feeling that Piper saw more than just the surface. "So why do you think this is enough for the headlines? Is it the apparently friendly super mutant?"
Piper smirked again. "That's a big reason, yeah, but I have a bigger one. Think about it this way Nick, when was the last time you ever heard of anyone being rescued by anyone other than yourself?"
Once she asked the question, Nick immediately understood. It was because this was a rescue mission that Piper had all the reason to chase the story. "...Lately you've been trying to let the people know of all the bad stuff happening around the commonwealth, especially about people being kidnapped. You know that no one ever does anything about it, even when it kills them inside because they know they just lost a loved one. You want to find out who this person is because she did something that almost nobody else does. She committed a selfless act and actually got the job done."
Some of the guards and passing people were discreetly listening to the pairs conversation.
Piper gave a genuine smile. "...Exactly. Nick, after living through hell, we're starting to see a change in the commonwealth. People always give up when life gets hard and takes things away from us, but if I can find out who this lady is and hear what she has to say, I'm willing to bet she has a message that'll really resonate with the people. But I have to talk to Rex first and see what he has to say. I need to verify all of this before I can try tracking her down."
"Is that why you're glad that I happened to show up at the right time?" He knew the answer to his question when he saw the look on Piper's face. "Yeah. If you're not busy, wanna come with? Rex is really far away. I could use some back up."
Nick finished his cigarette and crushed it under his boot. "Count me in kid."
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Unmarked location...
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Time is vital to any living organism.
One must wonder then, what the effects of time would have on an intelligent automaton, something not alive, but still self-aware and able to perceive the world around itself.
The computers in the room were still functioning, as they had been for an untold amount of time. Most of the occupants of the facility had long since passed away, except for one glaring exception. "...Thursday, August 14th, 2287. Vault-Tec Security has yet to come relieve me of my duties. As in my last recording, it has been eighty-three years since I finished the serum. I am employee designated as 'Contagious Vulnerability Robotic Infirmary Engineer, or Curie for short.'"
A decidedly feminine voice came from the Miss Nanny automaton. It seemed she was recording herself. "But perhaps they are dealing with other affairs. I understand that my work is not the most important to others. But I eagerly await the opportunity to explore the world and continue my research."
It seemed time was being unkind to this particular individual.
It raised the question: how does a sentient robot perceive the world around it? More importantly, how does sheer and utter isolation affect one that has been trapped for nearly a century?
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Curie hovered over to the only window in the room and peered outside. All she could see were many mole rats scurrying around the area. "Subjects are still infected with experimental strain. As previously stated, the antidote has been ready for eight decades. When I am relieved from duty, it will be ready to be administered to any individual affected by the virus."
None could discern her thoughts as she watched the mole rats.
But perhaps, one could theorize. As was obvious, they were free to wander the rest of the vault that she inhabited, while she herself was stuck in decidedly the smallest room in the entire structure. In this area, there was no day and night cycle. In this area, everything was constant. Nothing changed. Nothing new ever occurred, and nothing had done so for almost a century. The lights remained the same. All electronics in the small room acted the exact same way.
Curie could not sleep. Curie had never once seen a day and night cycle in all her active duty. Curie did not have a way to simply 'pass the time.' All she could do was go back over the old logs from the scientists who had long since passed away. Over and over and over again, all she could do was contemplate the strange manner in which her own programming reacted to each and every circumstance she had gone through.
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The question comes back to mind: How does an automaton handle the great expanse of time? More specifically, how does a sentient automaton handle absolute solitude?
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The question remains, but perhaps, we may have the answer in time.
"August 14th, 2287. This has been another transcript from the last employee of the Vault 81 Experiment. My name is Curie. Ending transmission."
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"...nnnnnn...ffffff..."
The creatures of the commonwealth have always acted like normal animals, if not more ferocious. Nearly all forms of life since the bombs fell have always been in some form of pack system, whether it be radscorpions, the mirelurks, bloodbugs, the list goes on.
Even the Alpha Predators of the wastes had some sort of group system.
There were some exceptions, such as this one.
"...hhhhhh...ffff..."
It was not uncommon for there to be the lone-wolf type when it came to this species, but it was not known how long they would last without family or pack members. As a matter of fact, hardly anyone knew how Deathclaws in general actually lived.
So, the question remained as to how a lone-wolf would react when it came into contact with a pack that it was not familiar with.
Standing some distance away from the Obsidian Deathclaw, there were two other members of it's kind.
"...nnnnn..."
"...fffff..."
They appeared to be observing him. He had caught their scent long ago, and it became obvious to himself that they had caught his scent as well. Naturally, they came to investigate. It is not known if the Deathclaw population cannibalized each other, but if these two were looking to do that to the Obsidian beast, they didn't try.
Perhaps his massive size was the deciding factor that made them only observe him.
"...mmmmmmm...mfff..."
The beast spared a glance at the gauze wrapped around it's leg. It had finally healed enough for him to venture out and get himself a meal. Perhaps the blood of the deceased Yao Guai he was feasting on was what caught the attention of these other two youngsters. They were both a dull brown in color, and despite their age, they had grown quickly. If their intention was to take the elder beast's meal, then the only problem was, as stated, was his size.
He was much larger than the average member of the species, that included adults. Even if the whelps were at full size, their Obsidian cousin was much too large for the two of them to take on. The fact that he looked more menacing then their mother didn't help things. It also would not be the first time the beast had had to deal with other members of his kind trying to take his meal from him.
He knew how to handle himself. He had been very patient. It was a pain having to wait for his leg to heal just so he could finally get a meal, so if these brats thought they would be able to take what he rightfully earned on his own, then he would quickly change their opinion. He was hungry and damn it he was already starving at this point.
He couldn't wait anymore, and took a chunk out of the still warm flesh.
Chomp
"...nnnn...fffff..." How wonderful it was to finally have a meal after so long. The little human that tended to his wound had done a good job. His injury healed faster than normal, and because of that, he could finally go about his daily routine.
That's why it was annoying when one of the whelps made a call for help.
"RAAAAAA!"
The creature continued to munch on his meal as he waited. At least he had gotten a meal before others came into the picture. Usually he was thwarted first and then had to go get his lunch.
It didn't take long before the sounds of a much older member of the pride neared the sinkhole.
"...roooooooo..."
A decidedly more vicious looking beast came into view, it's horns more wild than that of the whelps. It was a dark red in color, looking like a demon more than natural animal. For all intent and purposes, it was a much more savage looking creature.
Not many people saw Deathclaws at all really, so it was safe to say that almost no one had seen two factions within the species interact with each other. The question now was: what was going to happen?
Once the older member of the family made it to her children, she studied the other member of the species that was enjoying it's meal.
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"...nnnnn..."
Chomp
Obviously, he didn't seem to care about the three of them, and even if he were bothered by them, he was too engrossed in his meal to care at the moment.
But perhaps he should care.
The whelps started to move in their respective directions, while their parent began to move straight for him and began to growl.
The obsidian beast was in no mood for games, and he decided to put his adversaries to the test. Not even bothering to stand up, he finished the food in his mouth and gave them a piece of his mind.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Birds within the immediate area quickly scattered, mole rats, radstags, and especially the traveling merchant that was not too far away from the sinkhole panicked and quickly ran off.
The gentlemen at Green-Top Nursery stopped what they were doing and turned to the direction of the sinkhole.
"...Wanna go inside? Let's go inside."
"Yeah, let's do that..."
In his spot, the Obsidian Deathclaw watched the reaction of the other three.
Needless to stay, they stopped coming towards him.
The elder one had even taken a step back.
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"...ffff..."
She seemed to come to a conclusion and turned around, beginning to walk away. Years of experience taught the mother when and how to act in many situations, and right now, she decided that fighting for a meal that wasn't even enough for all of them was not worth it.
There was just something different about her obsidian cousin, and she wasn't curious enough to find out what that was.
With the strongest of the pack backing down, the whelps, backed down as well.
With nothing else to do in the area, the small pack left.
And so, the owner of the deceased Yao Guai could now feast in peace.
So he did.
Chomp
Chomp
Chomp
After days of being resigned to the sinkhole, the beast finally had some real nourishment.
As he ate, the beast's thoughts drifted back to the little human that had helped him.
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The creature knew how humans could be. He'd dealt with plenty of them over the years. She certainly surprised him, that was for sure. But then, all humans were exceptionally weird. The big green ones were just stupid and annoying. Well, maybe not the one that was with the human. At least the green one didn't try hitting him with one of those metal sticks that they had.
Strange indeed. Then again, the energy they gave off was different to the way others were. They had no intention of fighting him at the time and he knew it.
If they had, well, best not to think of the what-if part.
Chomp
But in the entire ordeal, he identified and memorized her scent, especially her blood.
The creature would know of her coming the next time she came around. Circumstances would be different.
He would be ready.
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Sanctuary...noon...
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The fire was hot, just stoked.
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It had been a quiet day.
Not many people knew of this place, but Strong and Codsworth were diligent nonetheless. It had been decided long ago how the area would come along, and so far, Strong was the most eager to do the work. He did not like sitting around with nothing to do, so when the agreement was to start gathering scraps and making use out of everything to rebuild, Strong was all for it. Of course, just because he was having a ball building things, it didn't mean he was any less diligent and aware of the surroundings.
It was clear now that Sanctuary's location was it's greatest defense. Practically nothing came out this way.
Except for the annoying humans that were found in Concord.
One of them constantly complained about everything, but she found out soon enough that the Leader of the group was not going to have any of the negativity.
So there she was, quietly tending to the garden that had been planted some time ago.
"Hey Strong, can you help me with something please?"
Strong turned to see the man that had his crew saved by the mutant's Leader. "What you want cowboy?" Strong stopped nailing the boards to the structure he was building and walked over to the man. Said cowboy couldn't help but snicker at the nickname Strong had given him. "Sturges is trying to get the power armor back in order and we need help opening her up. She was pretty banged up in the fight we had at Concord. We know you're called 'Strong' for a reason. Can you help us?"
If there was anything Strong liked, it was when people gave him some form of compliment or respect. "Strong not understand why humans use power armor, but yes, Strong will help."
Across the area, Codsworth was busy preparing a meal for everyone. Thanks to the efforts of Strong and his Leader, the group now had several days worth of food, the food being Radstag meat, and anything that could be foraged in the area.
Codsworth made sure to follow each recipe he used precisely. He had surprised everyone with how well he completed his tasks and was genuinely a good cook, for something that didn't have taste buds. The aroma was already assaulting everyone's noses. Even Strong had taken a liking to the robot's cooking.
Things were looking up.
After two centuries, Codsworth was truly seeing a change. He wasn't alone anymore, he was reunited with at least the main member of his family, and it seemed that she was not against making more family. The fact that she was able to befriend a Super Mutant spoke volumes. "I wonder who else she will encounter in the commonwealth..." He had a hunch that the madame was going to make a huge impact on the land. And that was when he realized it.
She was the one who started the change.
Ever since she came back and their adventure started, it was quite common now for Codsworth to contemplate these things. Nonetheless, he was truly happy after everything that had happened.
{It's just as the madame said...'Never lose hope. Keep moving forward and always strive for more.'}
If the automaton could have smiled, he would have. "Everyone! Lunch is ready!"
With that proclamation, everyone stopped what they were doing.
Lunch sounded very good at the moment.
"Wow Codsworth, you outdid yourself this time. It smells amazing."
"Of course Mr Preston, I try my best. Go ahead, get yourself some silverware and have your fill. I've made plenty for everyone. The madame and Dogmeat will not be here for a while, so have as much as you'd like. I already have some things ready to prepare for her arrival."
Of course, everyone else was just as eager to give their compliments.
"Damn Cods, this is some really hardy stuff, how did you manage to make gravy?" Sturges was impressed.
Strong watched the conversation as he got the personal bowl that was made for him.
"If it weren't for my programming, I would not have the knowledge to make flour. It was a truly arduous task, but it is worth it, I have the leftover flour in a tightly sealed container ready for the next use. Speaking of which, I may need your assistance getting an old oven back in working order. Having a working one would greatly increase the variety in meals I could make."
That sounded like a wonderful idea.
"You can count on it sir." The man couldn't stop the grin that appeared on his face. He knew how bad Preston and everyone else had taken the disbanding of the Minutemen, yet one stranger and her friends were beginning to change everything for them.
It was more than simply amazing.
As lunch commenced, Strong quietly looked out to the land. He did not speak much while everyone else conversed. Other things were on his mind.
"..."
Rex had told him of the Milk Of Human Kindness and the strength it gave the human race. It made him wonder something. {When human fought with Strong, she took down all enemies. When Human faced the Deathclaw, Deathclaw did not attack. Human claims to not have had Milk Of Human Kindness, yet still she is strong. Strong must get stronger. Strong must prove worth. Human capable of much.}
In the short time that Strong knew the little human that saved him and Rex, he was constantly surprised by her. Strong thought he had the ideal way in which the world worked, even the hierarchy of the animal chain. Day by day, he was continuously proved wrong. But it did not anger him. No, he actually was eager to learn more and see what else his new leader was capable of.
Chomp
"...hmm..." He enjoyed his meal, but the questions still lingered.
And of course, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he wanted to accompany her more.
{Strong will go with human on next venture. Strong want to fight. Strong want to smash something.}
The super mutant looked in the direction his leader had left earlier that morning.
Whatever happened from here on out, he knew that things would become better. Not only for him, but also for the people he was becoming friends with.
"Hmm..."
A few of the others looked at him, wondering what he would say. Codsworth noticed that the mutant was looking at him.
"Rex Goodman was right robot. Human make big change to the world."
Author's Note: As you can see, this chapter is a bit shorter, but for the purpose of this chapter, it didn't really have to be long.
This chapter was to point out who the story will revolve around.
I may have given Preston some tiny screen time but no, not him, nor any of his crew really will have a major role in the story. I like what the Minutemen stand for but I'm not exactly thrilled about being the so called general and then always being told THAT ANOTHER SETTLEMENT NEEDS MY HELP.
If it wasn't for that, I might actually like Preston. But nope.
The main characters will be Lorraine, Dogmeat, Codsworth, Strong, Curie, Nick, Piper, and Cait. Other than Cait's accent, I like her. Some people seem to be fifty fifty when it comes to her and I think it's the accent, but I still like her.
Oh yeah, and my OC, the Obsidian Deathclaw.
I'll elaborate more on him later as the story progresses, there are some things about him that are unique, but eventually, he will show a trait that I think a lot of players would love to see in the game...assuming he was a follower. I think if he were a straight up enemy or multiple Deathclaws could do what he can, they probably would think they were a bit too scary to fight.
Together, all these characters will be 'The Family' of the story.
Hey wait a minute, where IS the sole survivor and Dogmeat? Where are they in this chapter?
Don't worry, we'll get to that eventually.
Anyways, I hope you liked it and I hope this clears up the direction the story will go in.
Thank you very much for reading, and I'm eager to see what you all think.
