Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Welcome back to the next chapter of, "Tales From Vault 333!" I haven't written a battle scene in a long time, so I decided to do a scene of a fight against some Raiders who have broken into the Vault! I hope you enjoy, and pardon the messiness.


Nathan moved his gaze back down to the clipboard in his hand, writing down what he saw on the meters on the wall. He then put his pencil behind his ear and walked over to a nearby set of buttons and pushed a few. The sounds of the power plant's whirring and small beeping filled the room. He sighed softly and looked over to his wife, Tiffany. She was pushing some buttons on a small console. Nathan, who hadn't spoke for hours, asked, "Tiffany?"

The woman looked up and gave a nod in his direction. "Something up, Nathan?"

He shifted his weight to one side and put a hand on his hip. "You ever feel like it's too peaceful around here? Like something should happen considering all of the things that go on in the Wasteland?"

Tiffany sighed and rolled her eyes a bit. "Nathan, you can't expect all the things that happened in the Wasteland to happen here. You have to remember: we're in an underground fallout shelter, where it would be pretty damn hard to get to us, especially past that vault door. That thing can survive the blast from a nuclear bomb." She waved a hand dismissively. "So don't worry about anything getting in or something happening here. I'm sure we'll be fine."

Tiffany and Nathan just about jumped out of their skin when an alarm suddenly blared, bright red light flashing in the power plant. There were suddenly thumping noises and what sounded like bullets striking metal. Tiffany and Nathan looked to each other with panic and confusion. What was happening?

"ALERT! RAIDERS AT THE VAULT DOOR! PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

The two Dwellers looked up, the Vault Door being right above them. Tiffany put her hands on her hips. "Raiders?! But-but-but that door can survive a nuke! Why do we have to worry about raiders?!"

"I don't know, Tiff, but we should probably get to the door so we can stop them from taking anything here in the Vault." Pulling out the lever-action rifle he had been given, Nathan took off in the direction of the elevator. Tiffany sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Damn it, Nathan, always getting himself into trouble. Pulling out the shotgun she had been given, Tiffany followed, trying to catch up to Nathan before he could get himself killed.


Nathan's hands shook as he looked at the Vault Door, listening to the sounds of bullets striking metal and loud thumping as something slammed into the door. A nervous frown was weaved onto his face and sweat beaded up and rolled down his forehead. He had never fought Raiders with only one other person before. He had always been in larger groups when they had to fend off the ruffians of the Wasteland. Now, he was here, only with is wife, and there were God knows how many Raiders at the door. Nathan was scared out of his wits, but he knew that they couldn't just let some hooligans come in a take all that they've worked for… even if it wasn't much.

Tiffany walked a little closer to her husband, holding to combat shotgun close to her. She could hear the unsteady breathing coming from the other. "Nathan, breathe," she said as the thumps and gunshot sounds got louder. She cocked her gun and held it up, looking down the small sights. She was prepared for whatever, she wasn't going to let some people who thought they were better than them take everything they had made.

BANG!

A loud bang came from the door, causing the Dwellers to stumble back a bit. When the smoke from the explosion cleared, three people stood in the broken doorway, two men and a woman. They wore shoddy looking armor that covered their legs and shoulders and carried various weapons. One man had a stone sword, the other two had small handguns. Holding up their weapons, the lead Raider, a tanned man with short black hair, spoke in a rough voice. "Alright, Dwellers. Hand over all your resources, or suffer!"

Tiffany could hear her husband whimpering behind her and she rolled her eyes, before aiming her gun at the leader's head. "Not a chance, Wasteland scum!" That was when she fired. The recoil from the gun caused her shot to barely miss the Raider's head and whiz by into the Vault door wall. The Raiders with guns opened fire and barely missed Nathan and Tiffany's heads. Nathan cocked his gun and fired, hitting one of the Raider's in the leg. The woman cried out and fired again, this time nearly taking out Nathan's arm.

The Dwellers and Raiders fired back and forth, over and over, none of them hitting their targets. The man with the sword couldn't get close to the Dwellers for a killing blow. This fight was going nowhere and it was becoming plainly obvious. Apparently they were all lousy shots.

Finally, Nathan wailed in pain as a shot went straight to his right arm, his dominant arm. Another shot hit him in the leg, causing him to fall to one knee. His gun clattered to the floor. Tiffany turned and saw her lover holding his arm as his face twisted from agony. "Nathan!" She paid no attention to the Raider with the stone blade now ready to swing his weapon behind her. He raised the blade high above his head…

Quick footsteps came from the doorway to the room with the Vault door and Tiffany looked up, only for a loud, "DUCK!" to reach her ears. She did as she was told and heard a shot whiz by her head, hitting the man with the stone sword behind her. The Raider cried out and backed away.

Overseer Celina stood in the doorway to the room, her face written with anger as she took a defensive stance. She held a large laser musket, the tip smoking as she glared at the Raiders.

The leader bared his teeth and pointed his gun at the woman who had suddenly appeared. "And just who do you think you are, girlie?!"

Celina's deep frown turned into a sharp toothed smile. "I'm the Overseer that's gonna kick your ass."

"We'll see about that!" He clasped onto his gun with both hands and pulled the trigger, but his shot just missed her when she anticipated him firing and moved out of the way. Celina raised her musket and fired again, shooting the hand of the man with the sword. The blade fell from the injured Radier's hand and he growled in rage. "Why, you little-" Before he could say another word, Celina fired another shot and nailed him right in the cheek. He stumbled into a wall and the female Raider charged forward, intending to hit the Overseer with her gun. Celina ducked and quickly put her musket onto the strap on her back, before pulling out a butcher's blade from the bag on her hip and swinging it. It struck the other woman's leg and she screamed, falling down and clutching her injured limb.

The Overseer stood up, tossing the blade and flipping it, before catching it and giving a cocky smirk. "Try me."

The lead Raider fired again, only to miss and have his face turn to surprise. Celina took a step back before flinging the blade at him. It grazed his arm, taking off some of the skin on his upper arm. He screamed in pain and grabbed his arm, hissing when he touched the tender spot. He didn't even see Celina running up to him, before a swift kick straight up to his jaw landed. A loud crack echoed through the room and the man fell to the floor. He wasn't dead yet, but he was damn near dead.

The man with the sword had gotten his weapon back and ran towards the Overseer, a battle cry ringing through the air. Celina brandished the blade, before slipping it back into her bag and pulling out her musket. The man stopped and swung, the tip brushing her arm. She hissed and her already narrowed eyes slanted more. The woman fired before he could make another move, nailing him in the forehead. The man fell limp to the ground. She walked over to the lady Raider, before placing the gun tip to her forehead. A gasp, the sound of gunfire, and a thump.

Finally, she began a slow, threatening walk to the lead Raider. He groaned and pushed himself up with his uninjured arm. When he heard the clicking of heels and saw the Overseer with her musket in one hand, he panicked and scrambled to his feet. Holding his injured arm, he made a break for it, heading out the broken Vault door.

"Tch," came from the Overseer. She held up her gun, aiming carefully, before she took the shot. Down went the man, limp as a ragdoll. She blew the smoke from her gun tip, before putting it back into her strap and walking over to where Nathan and Tiffany sat.

Tiffany's mouth was agape. What in the world did she just witness?! Had she really seen her Overseer, who was supposed to just lead the Vault, give some Raiders the ass kicking of a lifetime?

Celina got onto one knee. She took Nathan's injured arm and took a careful look at it. "Well, doesn't look like the bullet stayed in your arm, but it did make a pretty good hole. Luckily, I can patch this up. We just need to get you to the medbay. I think I can patch up your leg, too." When she noticed the stare Tiffany was giving her, the Overseer shook the other woman's shoulder. "You okay, Tiff?"

"Uh, yeah," she quickly replied, shaking her head. "Just… you could have just let us die."

Celina looked shocked. "I'm an Overseer. It's my job to watch over you guys. And I'll be damned if I let you die to something like a group of Raider scum." She smiled. "I'll do what I have to to protect you." She put an arm under Nathan's good arm, lifting him off the ground. "C'mon, let's get you guys to the Medbay."


Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed, my friends. Please review!