Bwahaha its been two weeks but I'm back you fools now bow down and worship me! (Cricket chirp) ... You know i should be use to this by now but I'm really not... haha anyway the vault has opened and a 3 way battle royal breaks out between 3 very strong groups. we also see the strengh Luffy has been granted from his training! Read and Review til next time! Thanks Girlinblue2364 for betaing

A Revolution Begins

It was night as the figure of the young man headed to the building in the distance. It was almost pitch black outside the only lights to be seen were the light of the camp fires littered in front of the building. Silhouettes danced in front of the flames like the nightmares the silhouettes belonged to. To a sniper this would be a piece of cake to dispatch the lot of them but no snipers would dare attack this camp.

The rule of the wasteland was simple lay down before the NCR (New California Republic) and hope to whatever you believed in that they didn't stomp on your throat. This rule applied to everyone minus two groups.

The Brotherhood of Steel, a group of self-righteous technology worshippers who hunted near and far to reclaim all the technology the old world once held. In their eyes no other human was capable enough to use the knowledge to better the world, so they would take the knowledge by whatever means necessary. When the NCR started growing in power they sought out the Brotherhood with pleas of peace and unity, the Brotherhood however saw through the lies and refused this led to a long and brutal war between the two powers. While the Brotherhood had better quality of weapons and strategy the NCR made its assault based on numbers alone the sheer mass was enough to push their way into the Brotherhoods underground fortress but to their surprise all the information and technology as well as the Brotherhood themselves had disappeared. Now the Brotherhood acted as more of a ghost story then reality although smarter people would know that the group was still very much alive.

The other group to be excluded from the rule was the group that the young man was currently heading to. The Whitebeard Raiders, an army of raiders that seemed to only grow. Some of the raiders boasted that their numbers were larger than the NCR army but neither force was ready to test that statement. The Whitebeard raiders were by far the most deadly and deranged raiders in the wasteland having ransacked numerous towns leaving only horribly tortured dead bodies in their wake. Normally the NCR would have responded with a death squad but Whitebeard and his ten generals had defeated everyone who would dare call themselves assassins. Through many confrontations the NCR had found it easier to merely leave the raiders to their own area.

Whitebeard himself was a man of gigantic size easily dwarfing a super mutant; it was said that a mere punch could tear a man in half. The young man shook his head at the thought of a person actually testing that theory. White beard had made is army grow by merely spreading an offer to all corners of the wasteland. 'You are accepted, you are family' and with that an army sprouted around him an army of people who couldn't suppress their violent genetics in a time of civility. The family of monsters was what was whispered in cities all over the NCR but family none the less.

He finally approached the camp after a long journey that had to be done by what little memory he had of the night he had entered the wastes. All raiders in the area backed up slightly as they looked to him; 3 years ago he was a vault boy now he was Hell storm, the right hand of Whitebeard himself. He wore an orange hat with two blue smileys, one frowning and one smiling written in blood, and a string of red beads sitting above the rim. Two long orange side straps hung down sides of his hat and met at a large medallion of a Brahman's skull with orange tassels. He wore black boots, blood red knee-length shorts with an eyelet-studded orange belt. He also wore a short second belt with a large red "A" on the silver buckle over his right hip, but left it unfastened and threaded the free end along the back of his shorts. On his arms he had large metal gauntlets equipped that ended just below his shoulders. The gauntlets were burned a horribly dark shade near the circular vents that covered most of the front gauntlets ending at his palms. Thick metal tubing connected to the gauntlet and wrapped around to the pack on his back. The pack was a slim fit to the young man's figure with an intricate spine design running down the back with a little light reading how much fuel he still had. The upper right of his chest had Whitebeards insignia tattooed to him. The rest of his body that was exposed was covered in scars from previous battles in the wastes. He smelled of gasoline and burnt flesh.

The young man enjoyed all the stares he got; not one man or woman looked at him in anything but fear as they did for most of the ten generals. They didn't even dare look at Whitebeard out of fear of the gigantic man. He walked through the sea of raiders till he finally reached the building two men stationed at the door pulled it open the moment Ace had come into view. The building's interior was loud with the sounds of manic laughter and pain filled screams as a smile spread on the young man's face. He was home.

"Ace, bout time you made it back; the old man was starting to worry you had gotten lost and died out there." Came a voice from the far side of the main room. It was filled with torturous devices as well as a large supply of every kind of drug one could think of in the waste. Dry blood coated the floor as if it were paint some areas were slick with fresh blood. The smell was of copper and what smelled like vomit, the young man looked across the room to find the culprit a young woman was in the fetal position with a green puddle surrounding her as she hacked loudly a needle lay next to her, spent. The young man showed no mind and made his way to a sleepy looking man with light blonde hair, he wore an open coat with pants and Whitebeards symbol covering his chest.

"Ahh… Marco, where is the old man I have some news for him." Ace smiled at his comrade as they shook hands and an excited glint came into Marco's eyes.

"No fucking way… You finally retraced your steps?" Marco practically screamed much to the surprise of the other people occupying the room but quickly looked away as Marco gave them a death glare. They may have been high enough in the family to enter the building but they still couldn't eavesdrop.

"I don't know… maybe. Now where is the old man?" Ace said playfully knowing full how badly Marco wanted to see the Vault, more for the prospect of claiming more plasma weapons. Nothing pleased the raider more than seeing an enemy reduced to nothing in his wake.

"He's up this way, let's go!" Marco said patting Ace's shoulder before heading through a door that led to a staircase. As they climbed the staircase to the top room Marco told Ace all about the current situation that the super mutants were moving. Super mutants weren't really a problem as long as a smart one never popped up since most were mutated to borderline retarded. There had been whispers of a smart super mutant though, a super mutant king and with that came a problem. There were also rumors of the Brotherhood moving above ground out in the open and that in itself could be problematic.

They reached the Penthouse room as they saw the hulking behemoth that was Whitebeard Edward Newgate. He was surrounded by numerous women attempting to get a very large barrel of whiskey away from him. More than a few of them screaming about his health and his need to keep the alcohol out of his system. Whitebeard roared a rebuke on how he had never felt better before slinging all the women that were attempting to keep the whiskey away from him across the room. His form was hug contrary to the women who were of average size and barely reached his knee making him five times their size. He had numerous I.V's connected to him injecting meds straight into his blood stream. He wore a large bandana that covered his head and a crescent moon white mustache donned his face bringing up the peculiar question on why he was known as Whitebeard and not White mustache but the wasteland had yet seen a man stupid enough to ask. He wore a cloak on his back and had on white pants, and to his left was his spear Bisento a pillar with a giant piece of rebar sticking out. The spear that had once been white was now stained red from the numerous enemies who had been skewered.

"Old man put down the Whiskey before you have another black out!" Ace berated him as Whitebeard finally took notice of the two generals before dropping the barrel on four of the women who were just now getting up. They sunk to the floor whispering curses while trying to ring out their hair.

"Ace, your back. GURURU! For a moment I thought you had died. But not you Hell storm, never you. GURURURURU!" Whitebeard seemed to scream out but everyone knew he was just talking like that due to his figure since his voice was as loud as he was tall. The behemoth grabbed Ace with one hand and flung him in the air before catching him again laughing loudly all the while.

"Woah old man would you let me down! I have news." Ace screamed with a smile on his face. Ace knew he weighed at least 300 lbs. with his gauntlets and pack on but here he was being flung through the air like a rag doll. Whitebeard caught him one last time before setting him down as gently as a 20 foot behemoth could.

"News? Let's hear it then. So you found it this time huh? An after you tell me your news I'll tell you mine." Whitebeard roared out. It was no wonder none of the tens of thousands of raiders never needed briefing.

"I found it. I found the vault it's about a day away from here under an old storm drain; the tunnel and everything is still there. If we leave now we could have the weapons in 2 days then we can change the land to a free world, a free chaotic world!" Ace spoke proudly. The wasteland that the old man had dreamed of was about to be born.

"I knew that you would find it Ace. It was just a matter of time before you remembered. I'm proud of you my son." Whitebeard smiled brightly before slapping Ace in the back sending the pyro to the floor as Whitebeard laughed.

"Now for my news. There is a war brewing, an all-out barrage between the NCR, the Super Mutants, and us. This battle is for the Vault and the weapons that lay inside. They know of the Vault and that we are aiming to claim it for ourselves. I imagine we have a traitor in our midst but that matters little right now. The war is upon us and the sooner we move the sooner it begins and our dream is born into the world! A world born in chaos, burned in flames is born free! Where we don't have to pretend to be civil and we can be the monsters we were born to be. Let's free this world from the ideology that we live in so we can reclaim the old world. We must march forward into the flames. Into the new world!" Whitebeard roared as a roar louder than Whitebeards own came through the windows as Whitebeard and the two generals looked out to see all their raider forces screaming to the sky's letting the wasteland know the war has begun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Day Later: Vault 111 Main Floor ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Garp had awoken like he had since he became Overseer, with a headache. The requirements to be an Overseer were very time consuming dealing with every single problem even small civil matters seemed to fall on him. He had long since combined security with the governing branch allowing him to manage both and at first it worked out but now he felt a weighted burden building on his back from the constant barrage of paper work and foolish bickering.

He walked to his office and sat at his desk hoping his phone wouldn't ring or no one would knock on the door. He looked to the huge stack of papers in front of him and sighed depressingly he hated this so much. He looked with malice at his computer monitor, his inbox had nearly two hundred messages; he slammed his head against his desk. He had long since thought of ending his life once Luffy and Ace had left but he couldn't leave the Vault residents without a leader.

His phone rang as he sat in silence questioning whether he should answer or pretend he was in the bathroom at the time it was ringing. He decided against playing stupid only hoping it was something important this time.

"Overseer Garp we have a problem at the Vault entrance. You need to get here now; you're going to want to see this." A quick phone call ended with a click the officer having a very surprised tone to his voice. Garp wasted no time opening his secret passage to the Vault door and leaving all his paper work behind. He wondered what the problem could be maybe; it was another offer of peace from that pesky NCR general Sengoku or maybe another one of those hulking behemoths that slammed against the door till it eventually died. He made his way to the Vault entrance and saw a crowd of officers looking towards the video camera, all whispering between themselves about how to respond.

"Officers what's all the commotion, back to your positions! Officer Max and I will handle this. Max what the hell is going on that has all of you so spo…." Garp stopped midsentence as he stared at the video from outside the Vault. A heavily wounded Ace banged on the door sobbing and screaming as blood poured from the huge marring gash on his lower abdomen, his head also had a gash right above his left eye and his arm was twisted and an incredible odd angle. Garp's mind ran a mile a second; how was Ace there? Why was he there? What had happened to him?

"Gramps! Gramps I'm…. I'm fucked… the moment I got out of the Vault they… They were waiting for me they… They tortured me for these last… I don't even know how long it's been. I… I escaped and came back here I've learned my lesson this… this place is hell and I'm not strong enough to deal with it…. Please… Please open the door… They followed me back I think they ran into another group they are fighting just outside. Please let me in I don't want to die out here in the hell. Please Gramps, please help me!" Ace cried out his face mixed between tears and blood as he banged on the Vault door a small echo coming into the vault itself. Garp's face strained at the pathetic sight of his grandchild ,feelings he hadn't felt since that fateful event sprung to life as tears rushed out. He still loved his grandson despite the previous events and quickly went to open the door.

"Sir no, that man is a monster! You let him in you let back in the fire that his presence brought that day." Officer Max screamed out angrily at Garp catching his arm before he could press his finger down on the button that would surely bring calamity upon the vault. He had been one of the officers stopping the fires that night and it had burned his chest and some of his face, a constant reminder of the monster that was now begging to come back in.

"I have to. He's my responsibility. I have to help him! He's my grandson. If we hurry now we can bring him in before anything else can get in. Get out of my way officer!" Garp roared as he knocked Max out of the way smashing him into the ground and went for the button again only to be stopped by other officers who had jumped in for Max. Even at their strongest they could hardly stand to defend themselves as Garp threw them out of the way.

"Sir stop! If you continue this lunacy I'll be forced to shoot." Officer Max who had pulled himself away to grab a shotgun now stood behind Garp who stood in front of the console. Garp hesitated for a mere second before thrusting his arm down and pressing the button. He felt a great pain erupt from his back the moment he did. His eyes went white before hearing the Vault begin to open, a smile spread across his face as he looked to the monitor in front of him and the video of Ace. He sighed in relief that he could do his grandson one finally favor before his death.

It only took a second before Ace stood up as if nothing had happened and let out a low and malicious laugh that echoed in the Vault. He made a cavernous entrance before multiple laughs began to bounce of the walls as men made their way to where Ace stood helping him into some type of armor. Others just stood by waiting for when the door would open, all laughing and praising Ace for his good acting. It was at this moment Garp's heart sank for the second time he had let Ace do something horrible and stood there watching him, hell this time he even helped him.

As the Vault finished opening there was no point looking at the monitor as the gruesome looking intruders came to view with Ace at the head of them. Garp looked to the young man and saw a sadistic smile appear on his face knowing that it was Garp who had opened the door. Bullets from the intruders flew at the officers killing everyone besides Garp as Ace strode in casually. Garp wanted to fall to the ground as the shot to the back made his vision blur but he forced himself to stand, forced himself to fight the horrors he had just allowed in.

"Gramps, I knew you would open the door… You fucking idiot! You've just allowed this whole Vault to die you know that don't you? Now do me a favor a die with them." Ace screamed out before running forward along with the rest of the Whitebeard raiders that ran towards the vault bent on getting to the weapon stash before anyone else. Garp saw only flames as Ace finished the act he had started all those years ago, he grimaced not bearing to see the old man in that much pain so he pulled his black revolver and shot him between the eyes . A single tear fell from Ace's face before he too headed into the Vault looking for the weapons while the Generals and Whitebeard battled everyone else top side. He wondered about his little brother; maybe he would see him in the Vault or maybe he had died a long time ago. Either way he was in a rush and had no time to think.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sub-Basement Level ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Heh… Heh… Heh… Damn and here I thought that this couldn't get any harder." Luffy said to no one as he took cover from the plasma turret which had its accuracy to 100%. Any wrong moves and he would meet an early grave. Vegapunk stood somewhere off the battlefield writing down many notes on his clipboard a smile etched into his face. 321-b's training had progressed much further than he himself had ever imagined, he knew he had potential but the boy's adaptability and pure instinct made him something out of a story. Almost unrealistic was his movement as well as his strength and that was without the outrageous agility his devil fruit granted him.

His very movement was almost impossible to see when he meant business as it was anything below 75% accuracy on the turrets couldn't keep up with him at half speed anymore. The average person couldn't stand against a turret at 25% without getting torn to shreds. Even his control of the GOD gene had progressed beyond expectations; his mental strength was something that could bring a weak minded and weak willed man down by his mere presence. He was also gifted with the ability to read movements and sense presences before they moved or made themselves known. As well as controlling his devil fruits strength to make his skin and bone into something of titanium strong enough to deflect bullets. But by far his most impressive ability was his infectious viral strength to give the God gene to whomever he chose to imbue them with the energy to unlock their potential. Vegapunk had yet to get someone besides himself to experience the affect but by the way his brain was working now he could barely remember what it was like in the past.

He watched as Luffy expertly made his way from cover to cover till he was to the right of the turret and then using his devil fruit inflated his fist into that of a giant before iron casing it and slamming it into the cover sending both the cover and his fist at a remarkable speed and destroying the turret. It surprised Vegapunk that he still managed to repair the broken turrets over and over again with random bits of scrap.

"Good job 321-b I see the turrets have become too simple for you now. I have no tests left for you at this point I think you are ready to leave this place and ascend to the wasteland to find your brother. But know this 321-b your brother may not have had this training as you have but that doesn't mean he won't be able to use his GOD gene just the same. His is imperfect and selfish and will only stay within his blood but yours is perfect and giving while he cannot bestow strength upon others you can. You are the salvation of the waste and the only one who can return the world we lost. There will be many in your way as well as those who will attempt to use your strength for their own gain, watch out for them." Vegapunk spoke his voice dripping with excitement on the hopes that his experiment might be able to return the world to what it was.

"Shishishishi! Thanks Vegapunk when the world is safe up top I'll come get you." Luffy hugged the withered old man knocking the glasses off his head before heading to Vegapunk's private exit that from Vegapunk's description led through multiple tunnels before exiting somewhere between a 1 or 2 miles away from the vault.

Luffy pressed a single button on a console and watched as the Vault door opened up his eyes starry the whole time before he saw what was outside. An endless hole of black was outside the vault door, darkness, pitch black darkness, not a light at all. Luffy turned on his Pip-boy light and headed into the abyss before the Vault door shut behind him.

"Be careful Luffy what awaits you outside that tunnel is hell. I hope I prepared you enough for it my greatest experiment." Vegapunk said before walking to a monitor and turning on the video cameras and looking towards the horror that had befallen the Vault as huge brutish men fought against men covered in blood. He also saw soldiers running to and from many skirmishes carrying various weapons. Vegapunk knew Ace subject 321 –a would bring back an army but apparently the boy was foolish in who he told and now had 4 different entities battling for the weapons store right above Vegapunk. He turned to another Camera and saw that a group of the Brutes had penetrated his facility and after seeing what was left of the Vault residents he knew exactly what to do. He typed in a few buttons before he finally came to a screen.

"It will be a cold day in hell before I help add to the madness topside." Vegapunk typed in a password and saw all the information on his monitor erase before his eyes. Many explosions could be heard on his level as he knew everything he had worked so hard to create was self-destructing. He lifted a small pistol he kept on him out of habit and put the barrel to his temple wondering briefly on his contribution in all this before pulling the trigger. Four super mutants walked up to the dead man at the monitor they didn't even blink before sending their hammers down and smashing the dead doctor's body into nothingness.

Luffy had decided to run; the sooner he was out of the darkness the better but he couldn't help but feel bad for leaving the good doctor behind. Vegapunk and him did start off rough at first but Luffy had ended up seeing the crazy doctor as a teacher maybe even a father in the last three years. He shook the thought out of his head. He said he would be back for Vegapunk and he would it was just some time before he came back. Luffy laughed smiling and hoping the old man didn't get too bored without him. He could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.