#Attempt reboot override 'Alpha32q' emergency code Red5;
Reboot Successful.
#Scan vitals;
Vitals acceptable.
#Activate SaMoVoRec;
SaMoVoRec activated.
SaMoVoRec Activation code 101.3005:
{
#Recording;
}
[Recognized Host]: "Ugh…whe-"
[Recognized Voice #1: Male]: "You're finally awake. Good. We were worried the bullet had offed you."
[H]: "Who- Who the fuck are you? Why am I-"
[#1]: "Does it matter? What matters is that someone's put a bounty on you. someone wants a fate worse than death for you. in fact, your bounty is so high I'm personally going to enjoy a new life in New Vegas as soon as we're done with you."
#Recognized: 'Bounty Hunter';
#Recognized: 'New Vegas';
[H]: "What? what the hell are you talking about you-"
[#1]: "Oh you're going to be popular in the falls, kid. Everyone's going to love you with that-"
[Recognized Voice #2: Female]: "Stop patronizing the mark, Jake. This is annoying as it is"
[#1: Voice renamed as Jake]: "Oh stop being such a fucking bitch."
[Background Noise] Bang
Error: Host unconscious
#Exit 'SaMoVoRec' Authorization Alpha;
Exit cmd failure.
#Scan Vitals;
Concussion recognized. Estimated Unconsciousness time: 10 Hours;
#Execute Protocol .SM;
[Host]: "Uh..."
[Recognized Voice #1]: "Do we have an agreement on five hundred Caps?"
[Jake]: "Alright. Five hundred sounds good enough. But I've gotta warn you. kid's a menace. A bloody good shooter too"
[#1]: "Nah. It's just that watch thingie on his wrist. I've seen one of them before, the kid probably used that on whatever poor soul he killed"
[Jake]: "Then that's ours."
[#1]: "IF you think I'm going to buy a slave with one hand, you've got to think again. We don't know how to get these things off. Last one I saw actually bolted itself into the host's hand."
[Jake]: "But doesn't he have clothes under it?"
[H]: "What the- who the fuck are you-"
[#1]: "Five hundred. Give it or take it"
[Jake]: "Alright alright. Only if we can take his ammo and weapons"
[#1]: "I estimate about…five hundred more on the Ammo. No way. Make it three hundred."
[Jake]: "are you kidding? I'd take more than that if I'd killed the kid!"
[#1]: "Someone knock the kid out first"
[Background Noise]: Thud
Error: Host unconscious
#Exit 'SaMoVoRec' Authorization Alpha;
Exit Cmd successful.
#Scan Vitals;
Concussion recognized. Estimated Unconsciousness time: 5 Hours;
Host Conscious.
#Scan vitals;
Vitals acceptable.
All Systems Online.
#Execute Protocol .SM 0;
Diary of Oliver Wight
Volume #1
Week 3
Day 4
I finally woke up today.
I don't have a clue where the fuck I am right now.
Just that it's… not the trailer I was staying in.
There are no other people here, the room is extremely dirty, radiated, and probably contaminated in a load of different viruses and bacteria.
I woke up on a mattress. Really uncomfortable and soaked in something I don't know.
It wasn't the only one in the room. There were ten more others.
Eventually, I managed to get up from the matt. It was hard. Leg hurts like fuck (I don't even know why. I'm pretty sure nobody shot my leg) and I can't see straight. Everything's double.
I picked myself up, and began staggering to the door. Only to lead myself into a bigger hall that had doorways leading to different rooms like the one I'm in.
Nobody was in this room either. Empty. Nothing worth any value in it either.
I can hear some sounds from outside.
There's something around my neck.
I don't know what it is. Looks like a collar. Just… metallic.
It doesn't hurt me. it kind of is just there.
But I don't think it's supposed to 'be just there'.
I think I'll need to do something about it.
I looked over around for my Stuff. I wasn't in my armor, and my backpack wasn't around.
Kinda obvious.
But really unsettling.
Fortunately, I had my Pip-boy still on. Whoever put me here either has no idea what this thing is, or thinks it can't be taken off.
Let's make sure they keep believing it.
Or I hope.
I met my captor today.
Well. more than that.
I was alone in the room. Until someone showed up.
He wore something that looked awesome (A kind of Duster, but colorful unlike the one Simms wears). He had a sword hanging off his belt, and a gun. Again hanging off his belt.
He showed up. "You. come with me!" and ordered.
"What-" I said intelligently, "Who the hell are you?"
He pointed his gun at me. "you don't ask questions. Come with me."
I followed him.
He guided me out of the door, and into the painfully bright light.
We were still in wasteland. But I don't have the slightest clue wherein. But we were inside a settlement. It had walls, buildings, bunkers and trenches. Ideal for the defenders to fight within it.
There were others outside.
Most of them were people in rags like the one I wore. Every one of them had something like a collar on their necks. like mine.
Then there were others, wearing armors similar to or a variant of the armor my captor was wearing.
They seemed to be the only people armed here. and obviously in charge.
Where the fuck am I?
I'm in Paradise falls.
How do I know this?
Simple:
The Man who guided me made me stop in front of a huge building. Then he sent me in. inside, after trekking through a couple of halls, we found ourselves in a room. In the room was another man.
"Welcome to the Paradise falls!" he said.
That's how.
"My name is Eulogy Jones" he said, almost expecting me to shake his hands.
I didn't.
He didn't look offended.
"You're in the Paradise Falls. Do you know where this is?" he said, "I'm guessing no, with that Pip-Boy on your hand. You probably just came out of your Vault, didn't you?"
I didn't answer.
I kind of didn't want these people to know if 101 is still full of people, or if it's not.
And I kinda don't know these people.
"You don't talk. Good. That's a start." The man, Eulogy Jones (His name sounds kinda familiar. Don't know why) said. "I guess I'll need to explain why you're here, huh?"
He looked at me. probably saw the confusion.
"See. I run an organization here. and you now belong to my organization."
"I belong to your organization?" I asked, confusedly (I finally stopped seeing double. Hooray) "Like… a member or something?"
"Oh no." he chuckled, "You belong to my Organization. As in, you are a property of my organization. In layman's terms, you're my Slave, Mr.-" he paused, looking at me.
"Wight." I said quickly, before remembering I wasn't supposed to say that.
"Mr. Wight. You belong to me now. As a personal property. Think like… a Protectron. Only not an android"
A slave.
These people were slavers.
Day 5
Jones had me returned to that building (Apparently called 'Slave's Pen') after explaining this to me.
I was a slave now.
I didn't have any freedoms. Any rights. Any autonomy.
I was, for all intents and purposes, an android. I did what they told me.
(Which brought me into thinking. Did Androids with sufficiently complicated Programming think about their 'life' like I saw me being a slave?)
Then let me sleep.
I woke up early. Not voluntarily. Someone opened the door and shot a bullet in the middle of the room.
The gunshot woke everyone.
It was someone in that armor (I'm going to call it 'Merc Armor'), aiming a rifle at us. "Get up, you worthless sacks of meat!" He ordered.
We did.
Don't know why.
He then said "Newbies. Stay here. the rest of you, you know what the fuck you're supposed to do"
'The Newbies' stayed. We were five. a Ghoul with his lower cheek completely rotten. A man with a Raider's Mohawk. A little girl, and a huge Man with an unforgiving look in his eyes.
And me. obviously.
"Good" the Slaver said, when the others finally left. "Now. You're new, so I'll say this once. Listen, and listen carefully."
"You do what we tell you. you do it to the letter, and you do it good. Any insubordination from one of you will be met with just punishment. For all of the slaves in this pen."
Then, he smiled, "Observe:" and pushed a button on a wristband he was wearing.
Warning: System Charged 200%.
Shock level High.
#Restarting PIP-OS;
restart successful.
It was painful. I hadn't been shocked before. And I knew there was more this thing could do.
"Yes" the Slaver continued, after we'd all recovered. "There are more kinds of punishment than that. Here are some other rules you'd better follow:"
"Don't escape. If we find you've left the perimeters of Paradise Falls, your head will explode. Don't talk back. If you talk back, it'll be the Box for you. and believe me you do not want to know how we clear the Box. Frankly I don't either. Asked once. Eulogy didn't tell me. and I didn't ask."
I gulped.
Intimidation tactics. Normally these wouldn't work.
But I'd just felt the collar.
"So. Here's the rest of the deal. I'll put you in your work stations, and you people will work every day until the light-out. That's when you'll leave to your pens and rest for the night. Wash, rinse, repeat. Any questions?"
Nobody had questions
The Slaver, (who I later found out his name was Grouse) led me and the Ghoul to Eulogy Jones's office again.
While inside, I was introduced to three charming fellows.
One of them didn't leave the building alive.
"Ah. Our new friends are here" Jones said, with a smile on his face. "Good. You will soon find out why I've asked you here." he smiled.
He was in a room full of terminals.
Five slaves were working on the terminals. Three slavers too.
And there was some kind of a weapon hanging by the wall, often turning around.
It was definitely robotic.
And it was probably why the slaves were doing their jobs so profusely.
"I need your help, gentles." The Slave master explained, "you see, I have an arch Nemesis."
We blinked.
Eulogy started talking. "Every Slave master of Paradise Falls has had an Arch Nemesis organization. With Jurley, it was in fact the Slaves inside this settlement. Old Jurley didn't let anything go to waste, and eventually the Slaves rose against him. you can guess who led them." He had a smile on his face, reminiscing about old times.
"The second Leader of this town, Ms. Chase had her enemies in the Town of Rockapolis. You might've heard how that ended. The story is quite famous as far as I know" he laughed. I hadn't heard of it. but apparently the ghoul had. He paled. And cursed "You fucking Bas-ARGH!"
The Shock was so much the ghoul fell to his knees.
Eulogy continued "I see you've heard of it. good. Then you can guess what's my target." He explained. "In DC, there is a band of slaves. Most of them my property, all of them escaped (or stolen, as I prefer to call them) see. Thing is, I don't know where they are. And It'll be a bloody costly operation to just search all of DC for a bunch of Slaves." He laughed, "This is where you two come in. We've checked your SPECIALs, and we know. You two are supposed to be good with Terminals." He smiled. "You can see where this is going, no?"
The Ghoul spat. "I'm not going to help you find them, you fucking-"
Eulogy sighed. "I'd thought you'd say that. I wish you hadn't." then he snapped his fingers.
Three people entered the room.
Two of them were immodestly dressed women. Probably Asians.
The third, a Super mutant with half its face rotten off.
It was a Super Mutant Ghoul. Twice the Radiation. Twice the Mutation. Twice powerful.
And with a huge club in his hands.
"Have you met my friends here?" Eulogy said, not looking at them.
All three had Collars like ours.
"Meet Clover and Crimson. my bodyguards." He smiled threateningly, "and Jazz. Jazz does what I tell him to."
He smiled, "and now I want Jazz to show you people how we deal with Insubordinates. Jazz. Do your thing, please."
Jazz took a look at us.
Then made an apologetic face.
Then stepped forward.
And raised his club.
"ARGH!" The Ghoul near me cried loudly, as I heard a loud snap.
His leg was bent backwards. In a way that limbs just shouldn't.
The Ghoul raised its club again.
"ARGH!" his Other leg bent sideways. A loud snap broke his second limb.
Jazz rose his club again.
"Enough" Eulogy raised a hand.
Jazz put his Club away. And respectfully walked three steps back.
Eulogy kneeled down in front of the ghoul.
"You see, my pale rotten friend" he explained calmly, "if you don't do what I tell you, you will have a painful future in front of you. now. What do you say? Will you help me find my property again?"
The Ghoul panted.
"Go. To. Hell."
"Really? You'd rather die here? for a bunch of nobodies you've never even met?" he chuckled. "I see. Well, I would just have Mr. Wight here do it alone, but I abhor wasting resources. Let me give you a second deal. There's another secret city in DC. This one, I know the location of. And I have enough resources to nuke it to a second apocalypse. Do you know where I'm talking about?"
The Ghoul did. Evidently.
"Ah yes. This… Underworld of yours. Ruled by the Ferryless Charon. I'll nuke it. and then put so many bullets on everyone they can be used as a lead mine for the future generations." He smiled, "And then, I'm sure I can find someone who knows where my property is, somewhere. So. Is that your answer?"
"I…"
"No."
Someone said from behind us.
Everyone paused.
Including but not limited to Eulogy who blinked.
I'm disgusted.
It was the Ghoul Mutant.
"No?" his owner asked. "What do you mean 'No'?"
"I'm not going to let you destroy the Underworld, boss" Jazz said. "You ain't gonna destroy my home."
"You have no home, You stupid Mutant." Eulogy said annoyed. "And no life either."
Jazz had a second.
He attacked Jones.
And then, true to Grouse's word, his head exploded. Showering us with brain matter.
"Yes. You've seen the results. Now. Get to work. If I don't see results tomorrow morning, I'll be quite annoyed." Eulogy said, looking at his suit sadly, "And there goes my favorite suit. Damn. Crimson, take the Ghoul to the infirmary. Clover. Find me a new suit. I'll be in my room." He said, and left as the two girls said "Yes boss"
"And someone find me another enforcer. I need one"
The Terminals were connected to every mainframe.
But I couldn't dare touch them yet. Every single execution command other than those based on location finding were connected to the System that ran the Turret guns on the walls.
The Moment I touched anything, I'd be pelted with bullets.
And death was not something I wanted.
Of course, chances are I probably could have fixed it, had I used my Pip-boy. But three slavers were here.
They probably knew what was what.
Day 6
I finally managed to connect my Pip-Boy to the Terminal in the ten minutes the Slavers were out of the building to change shifts.
I didn't have time to do anything more than make sure my Pip-boy was wirelessly connected to the Mainframe.
This could help me read up the stuff in the Terminals without getting pelted by bullets.
Which helped me with my next target.
I had to remotely deactivate my collar.
It was pretty easy, to be honest.
But I couldn't do it in the open.
Most of the Slaves would either be jealous (seeing as they wanted freedom too) or report me to Jones.
And the Slavers would just make me blow up the manual way.
So I had to find a way to get alone.
The opportunity to do that came today.
A man had showed up in the Falls. With three others in collars with him.
He was a slaver.
And he wanted to trade.
Every Slave (Except for those of us in the project 'runaway') was called to the main grounds for inspection.
I was extremely lucky.
The Collar was a tricky piece of work. Thankfully the Pip-boy's cables connected to it.
And I could bypass its security system (a rather complicated one for slavers with no idea how terminals worked) after one try.
Which, I was lucky. I'd have caused an explosion if I hadn't succeeded the first try.
The biggest threat was over.
Day 7
Now, I had to find a way to escape.
Much as I wanted to, I couldn't find a way of helping these poor slavers.
The three days I remained a slave, I saw some things.
First, weird moans and groans came from Eulogy's private room (coincidentally connected to the terminal room) that did not sound like that of torture. At least not really.
Second, The Slavers were nasty. They enjoyed causing pain. Shocks were common. So were other events…
Here's an example:
Slaver #1: "Hey, Slave!"
Slave: "Yes master"
Slaver #1: "My food is too well cooked. Better than my wife's. the fuck did you do?"
Slave: "I am sorry, master"
Slaver #1: "Wanna show up the missus, eh? You're gonna have plenty of time to think about that!"
Slave has her shock collar activated. She falls to the ground, panting. And then the Slaver takes her away.
I am not sure I really understood what was going on. But I knew the shocking was cruel and unnecessary.
Eventually, today I was asked to the terminal again.
I'll see a way to get away.
#Activate SaMoVoRec;
SaMoVoRec activated.
SaMoVoRec Activation code 101.3005:
{
#Recording;
}
[Recognized Voice #1]: "You, Mr. Wight. Have you had any success yet?"
[Recognized Host]: "I've been telling you, Mr. Jones. I can't just touch a couple of keyboard buttons and perform a miracle. These things take time."
[#1 Voice renamed as Jones]: "Maybe a little jolt can help you do that, I hear these things used to run on electricity too, once"
Warning: Shock Level too high.
#Exit 'SaMoVoRec' Authorization Alpha;
Exit cmd failure.
[Jones]: "What the fuck? You, Obadiah! The fuck is happening to him?"
[Recognized Obadiah]: "It's the collar, master. The thing is malfunctioning."
[Jones]: "Well then put a stop to it!"
[Obadiah]: "It's not possible, sir. If I attempt to disconnect this, it'll blow us all up!"
[Jones]: "Well. then do something. I don't care what. get rid of him, terminate him, whatever."
Warning: Vitals extremely low;
Warning: Shock level Extremely High;
Systems shutting down;
