Diary of Oliver Wight
Volume #1
Week 3
Day 1
Oh yes.
I have news, Children.
I have seen things on my new trip.
Stuff I wish I hadn't. with my heart and soul.
I've seen the great capitol of our nation.
And it is not impressive.
Ok it is. Most of it is intact. But it's literally useless. There are skeletal remains of various buildings in the entire city area, however most of them aren't habitable. Well. not habitable for normal humans.
The ruins of the other buildings not lucky enough to get stripped to their metal bones have fallen everywhere, making it impossible to move through this labyrinthine maze.
And… the locals aren't friendly.
How do I say this.
The locals don't see normal humans as passable companions. Or anything, really, but food.
So, of course, I had no way of reaching the City on foot. At least not on land.
This meant trekking the metro tunnels again.
The Tunnel entrance I was looking for was close to the Super-Duper Mall.
So I started moving there again, after packing up everything I thought I would need. Including but not limited to all my guns except for the Missile Launcher, and then every grenade and mine I had found and/or bought.
The Farragut Metro Station was home to a few Molerats (The rats from last week. They're oh so intelligently named Molerats)
But eventually I found my way to the tunnels.
Maybe in the past, these tunnels were a great way of travelling within the city. Right now, they were home to all sort of things.
Raiders, pseudo-Vampiric Cannibals, and now ghouls.
Oh yes.
Unlike Gob and those nomads I'd seen before; these people gave the name 'Zombie' all the credit it'd want.
They were feral. Most of them couldn't talk. The best they could do was snarl. And they weren't smart enough to actually hold and swing any weapon.
Not that that was a problem for them.
However, they were also extremely weak. While fast and really savage in a fight, their lack of armor (and their rotten skin) could prove really helpful for me in a combat.
All I had to do was to keep a safe distance, and fire my Hunting rifle.
I left the Metro station from the door that, my Pip-boy said, led to another metro station. 'Friendship Station'.
And it was inside the tunnels of said station, that I finally found out why The Inner DC areas were uninhabitable.
You see. The tunnel was infested with… things.
The first one I saw was almost three feet taller than me. it was huger, beefy, and its skin had a sickly yellow color to it.
Of course. It was humanoid. Bipedal, and with huge hands capable of holding normal human weapons. But this one wasn't that smart.
It held in its hands something similar to a pipeline. And it could smell me.
"FOOD!" it yelled, sound raspy and guttural, as it attacked me.
It thought I was food.
And it wasn't the only one.
Three others had heard its cry (maybe it was a he? I don't really know. Didn't have any kind of human gender signs. No hair, a completely flat chest. A sound that was neither feminine or Masculine… was it even capable of reproduction?) and joined it in the combat.
Those three, of course, weren't quite as poorly armed as he'd been.
Two were armed with Hunting rifles (and somehow, were able to use the small weapons properly. I don't really know how. Though the inner scientist in me wants to) and the last one with an Assault rifle.
I activated the V.A.T.S, and aimed five bullets with my Pistol (the 10mm pistol was still handy. And bloody useful) to each of the limbs of the thing with a pipeline.
And then, the gunfight began.
I left the Friendship Metro Station and walked into the ruins of Chevy Chase.
It was, as you'd expect, ruined.
Yes. There was enough of the buildings left to take cover in the case of a gunfight (which explains why so many raiders called it home) but it would need a lot of work making it into a city again.
And frankly I doubt anyone will go through that effort right now. We're barely surviving, as we're not even the only intelligent race living on this planet anymore.
Once again, thank you, human race.
So, I left with my Assault rifle at the ready. My Hunting rifle and a small shotgun were on my back, and my pistol on my waist.
I can't help but realize, if a sharpshooter finds me, he can make short work of me quite quickly, and that is without even a headshot. They could just easily blow up the tens of grenades I have in my backpack, or pockets.
At any rate.
I walked out into the inner DC, completely aware that Raiders were going to be the least intimidating of what I might've found.
Let's say. I was lucky.
Or extremely unlucky.
I was walking towards where Pip-boy said GNR was. And then I heard the raspy voice.
"JUST DIE ALREADY! I'M STARVING!"
As I drew my Hunting Rifle, I began wondering.
Die already?
There were others, in trouble.
My first instinct was to get the fuck away!
But eh. They were on the way.
So, I began walking slowly towards the source of the voice. As I grew closer, I began hearing what had to be gunshot. And a weird 'Pew' sound that I assume was from a laser rifle. I'd seen one in the hands of one of the Family last week. And I guessed it would be painful for an enemy.
But then I heard something even less common.
"Mutie on your two, Boss!" an evidently muffled voice (Probably under a face helmet) snapped, "On it, Jennings! Pride, back to back! Protect Jennings!"
More gunfire, and taunting from both sides.
These were definitely not raiders.
Raiders didn't talk in complete sentences.
Oh right.
They were a squad all equipped with Paratrooper armor (Which, I later found out, is actually called Power Armor nowadays) and different weapons.
Sniper, Gunmen, Energy weapons, and even a minigun.
This was basically a small army.
And I later found out that it actually was a small army.
And part of the Brotherhood of Steel.
Oh yes. I'd finally met the Brotherhood of Steel.
Jennings, I later found out, had in fact died. She had been injured and therefore unable to defend herself, and a random bullet had killed her in the gunfight.
Of course, this made Sentinel Lyons (The boss of the Squad) lend me her old Assault Rifle.
Let me explain from the beginning.
I found them right as the last 'Mutie' fell. I got five guns trained at me, each on one limb. (I didn't know this, but a sniper also had a gun trained at my backpack, and I'd've died painfully had I not been my charming self)
Then, Lyons introduced herself and demanded to know what the fuck I was doing here.
Explaining I was looking for My Dad in the GNR plaza made Lyons reluctantly allow me to follow them, but not before demanding that I pick up Jennings' Laser Rifle and defend myself if worst came to worst.
So, the squad and I fought our way through the maze of Chevy Chase, eventually finding ourselves in a large square.
The Brotherhood had more men here, and they'd set up trenches and were shooting an unusually large number of Muties.
Lyons and her team sure knew how to work that armor. I'm not even sure I'd be able to move in that piece of Junk if I was in one. Yes. It's that heavy.
The Battle was not brief. The Brotherhood was not that powerful. At least not as powerful as I'd expected from an army of men in Power Armor.
OF course, it may be because of the fact that the Muties had a greater number, and that they are fucking scary in a fight, but the Brotherhood didn't have that good a communication.
once we reached the trenches, it was just a matter of time, though.
One single Brotherhood knight, far away from his team (and in fact not behind the Trenches) fell down, dropping a strange weapon, and then The Last Mutie, his killer, was torn in pieces.
Everyone cheered.
I know how to shoot one of those Mininukes now.
You aren't supposed to Shoot at them from afar.
The price of this new information was my pants, now too strained to be used. And a stuff of nightmare I'll never forget.
Oh yes. The last Mutie was not the last Mutie.
As soon as we began cheering, one of Lyons' Squad mates, Reddin, began firing his rifle to the air, cheering.
Then we heard a loud snarl.
And a Mutie showed up.
It was huge, okay? This thing was the size of a small building.
Forget the Deathclaws. This thing could probably pick up a sleeping Deathclaw and throw him in the air like I'd throw a baseball.
It showed up with an impressive display. in his hand was a long pole.
A Fire hydrant was attached to said pole. And the thing swung the shit around like I'd swing around a baseball bat.
He swung the hydrant-pole, and Reddin flew.
Of course, everyone began firing.
But they literally had no effect on him.
My V.A.T.S couldn't find any crippling critical target on the thing's entire body.
I guess at least two hundred magazines of ammo of different kind were wasted on that thing, and all that did was hold him back where he was. And piss him off.
We're lucky he didn't move further. If he had, we'd all be dead now.
Then Lyons screamed "SOMEONE PICK UP THE FUCKING FAT MAN!"
The fat man?
Nobody did anything. Nobody dared to (we were all firing at the thing while pissing our pants)
So I went to pick up the Fat man.
Turned out, the Fat man was the same strange weapon that fell from the Knight's hands when he'd died.
I picked it up, and I saw eight Mininukes around the Knight.
What the fuck was this thing? We were lucky we weren't dead yet, honestly.
Eight Mininukes lying around in the open.
Lyons said "SHOOT THE FUCKING NUKE, YOU FUCKING SON OF A-"
I loaded the thing with one of the Nukes, and fired.
It was glorious.
no. not really. My Nuke went through the mutie's mouth. The thing swallowed it.
And then the bomb detonated.
As hundreds of Mutated body parts began flying towards everyone, The Pip-boy beeped in warning.
The Radiation level was above four hundred near the fallen Mutant.
I'd just seen what happened when a miniature nuclear bomb exploded.
Error: "Main Journal Vol#1We#3D#2" cannot be replayed.
File corrupted.
#Replay "Main Journal Vol#1We#3D#3";
Error: "Main Journal Vol#1We#3D#4" cannot be replayed.
File corrupted.
#Replay "Main Journal Vol#1We#3D#4";
Error: "Main Journal Vol#1We#3D#4" cannot be replayed.
File corrupted.
#Replay "Main Journal Vol#1We#3D#5";
Day 5
Today I left GNR to help Three Dog.
I finally got the clearance from the Brotherhood Knights to talk with him.
He told me my dad had showed up there exactly fourteen days ago. as in, just when I'd reached Megaton.
And he wouldn't tell me where he went from there.
Of course. The favor system exists even outside The Vault. But sadly, his price was a costly one.
I'd helped kill, maybe, ten Super Mutants (Yes. They're called that. For some reason) in the Battle of GNR plaza (as it came to be known. Yes. The Brotherhood of Steel had put this on their archive of battles) and even that had cost m y.
Now, this guy, the Owner and the main DJ of Galaxy News Radio, wanted me to contribute to the 'good fight' by finding him a new Satellite Dish, and (get this) put it on the top of the Obelisk.
Oh yes.
I was supposed to, just for the fucking heck of it, go through a tour in the Museum of Technology (now run by the new management of the Super Mutants), pick up a satellite Dish, and then put it on the spot in the top of the Washington Monument.
And I could do nothing else.
Dad was out there. And I had questions.
So it was today when I finally decided to just pick up my backpack, stuff the Mininukes and the Fat Man (sure as hell, if I was fighting mutants, this'd come in fucking handy), get a refill on my Ammo, receive my, now repaired back to their prime (Which, considering all of them were second-hand, it was a great deal for me, a young Wastelander with no affliction to the Brotherhood) Armor and Weaponry, and finally get the fuck moving.
I thread through another set of tunnels again, and after shooting down at least thirty mutants (on the grounds) I reached The Museum proper.
See, here's the thing. I'm pretty sure I'd've died if I hadn't shot a nuke in the fight.
Aside from the nuke destroying a bunker holding at least ten of those thirty mutants, the radiation level went so high on the grounds that my Mutation kicked in, healing my every limp before I could even get crippled.
And that's why I didn't actually use any Stimpaks in the fight, until I finally cleared the grounds and walked into the Museum.
The museum wasn't really populated.
Most of the exhibits were destroyed or in the process of it.
But most of the terminals were still active.
One of them had a note on it (thankfully (?) not locked) that led me into a wild chase within the museum looking for different other terminals.
Call it my inner scavenger, or my inner scientist. Or maybe I'm just too hyperactive to stay focused on one thing at a time.
But eventually, I found myself in front of a particular terminal not connected to the mainframe.
There was a single not on it.
#activate HolTapPla
{
#Replay 'LootNoteComplete101MoT';
{
Nice job, Jiggs!
I knew you'd remember the good old days! The loot is in the Security Office Safe in the upper part of the West Wing. Use the terminal up there to get in. Enjoy your share, pal... you earned it! Meet me in the old diner outside the Jury Street Metro Station. See you there.
Good luck,
Prime
}
}
The west wing of the museum, my next target, a bit out of my way for the Satellite, in a security office.
There was a case there.
Thankfully unlocked.
It had an interestingly large amount of ammo in it, as well as a small fortune's worth of Caps. And a Laser Pistol (Which promptly took the place of the 10mm)
Now, this was over.
I did mark it on my map to check on Prime later, but at any rate my main problem now was finding the dish.
The Dish hunt led me to a Vault.
Oh yes.
Not really a vault.
But something Vault-tec had set up together for the museum, probably at least five years before the Great War.
It looked cleaner than our own vault (curious, since the vault exhibition had been untouched and presumably had to have some need of repair until now) but it didn't have any of the rooms.
I got my ass into the Space Exhibition, which while not really useful (The Recorded file was corrupted and in a loop) made me know I was in the right path.
I found the Satellite dish, defended by tens of Muties, all of whom I killed (I didn't dare shoot another nuke. This place could go down any minute)
The Brotherhood of Steel has a few outposts here in the main DC area.
The Washington Monument is, obviously, one of them.
The defenders were fighting a couple of Mutants as I showed up, but there wasn't much of a problem helping them, with my handy new Sniper Rifle.
(I need to learn shooting, by the way. V.A.T.S can only help you so far.)
One of them stopped me.
"No Civilians allowed in the perimeter." He warned, training a minigun at me.
I gulped.
"I have the Dish. Three Dog asked me to-"
"Go right in"
I went right in.
The Dish fit in perfectly.
To test it, I tuned in to the GNR station on my Pip-boy.
#activate HolTapPla
{
#Replay ' .V1W3.D5;
{
People of the Capital Wasteland! It is I, Three Dog, your ruler! Hear me, and obey! Oh, sorry, that's that OTHER radio station.
Hoooooo BOY! Children, you are going to LOVE this. Okay, so I told you about James, the guy from the vault. And then I told you somebody else crawled outta there too. Right. Weeeeelll... Guess who came to visit ole' Three Dog at his luxurious studio in beautiful downtown D.C.? That's right - the other vault dweller! Now. You want to know if it gets better, don't you? Well hell YES it gets better! Turns out vault dweller #2 was none other than James's kid! I know! I know! I couldn't make this shit up! Okay, but now it gets kind of sad. You see, the kid is looking for his dad, looking for James. See, James left Vault 101 without telling the kid why. Now, I've since learned that James is a scientist and is working on something big. Is that why he left the vault? Looks that way. So who knows, maybe James is going to save the world. Can't think of a better cause than that. But James, if you're listening... Your kid's out, man, and he misses you. So you might want to find him before he gets swallowed up and spit out. And for all you other cats out there listening, if you see the kid from Vault 101 out there, give him a pat on the back and wish him luck.
and now, for some music… Here's Tex Beneke with... "A Wonderful Guy."
.
.
.
}
}
Man, had This guy been fucking quick in his job.
And this was good.
I didn't like the Enclave station, but as long as Three Dog wouldn't badmouth me on his radio (Which, hello, I just helped him out, he probably won't) I wouldn't mind listening to some old timey tracks from pre-war, as well as news on whatever the fuck it is that's happening everywhere else in the world.
With my job done, I returned to the Galaxy News Plaza. The returning wasn't quite as action-packed, and I was in the Plaza soon enough.
Three Dog thanked me for this, and ensured me that he'd make emergency broadcasts whenever he would hear something (And he ensured me he heard plenty. Even though he lived here)
And then said Dad had left DC for Rivet City, southeast Capitol Wasteland.
I had no idea what, or where, Rivet City was.
But I had my answer.
I had to go and find The City as soon as I had the chance.
Day 6
Today, I finally got out of the last DC ruins.
I'm in southeast C.W, and the land is undeniably hot.
But I've seen some strange shit.
I'm righting this from inside a cabin near the River (Radiated, and I can't swim through it. If I'm lucky there's a bridge nearby.) and I've seen some stuff.
First I saw some raiders hunting a wastelanders (The Raiders died)
Then I saw two traveling Caravans in a battle (I don't even know why they'd have a battle) which I left alone, seeing as I couldn't stop either of the better armed fighters.
Then, I saw one of those robots in Springvale.
Black, and playing the Enclave tune.
That's not the strange part though.
I saw more people in Power Armor. And someone in a set of clothing that looked really intimidating. It looked like a duster, but it definitely wasn't. and it was obvious whatever these group were supposed to be (Brotherhood wannabes?) he was in charge.
That's still not the strangest part.
In the group, there was another Deathclaw.
I assure you, dear Diary, I saw another Deathclaw, trailing behind this band of Power armor-wearing Wastelanders and their robot.
That, without a fucking doubt, is the scariest thing I've ever seen.
The one thing scarier than a Deathclaw is a Deathclaw following the orders of a human. These people were trouble. And I was lucky they didn't want me dead, honestly. Or I'd be dead before even knowing they were here.
So now that I write this-
BANG
Recording;
Tone recognized;
' .308SniperRifle'
Warning: Vitals extremely low;
Warning: Unidentified Object attached to the Host Body;
Warning: UO Override;
Systems shutting down;
