David Manich
Vault 19
His metal spined hissed at the stress from the force he was putting on it. He had to push the door to the vault open. This vault has been locked away for almost thirty years.`He looked down the dark mucky hallway. He slowly started walking down to the basement. He knew how to get to his dad's secret vault.
He wandered his way through the dark rusted vault. His father had it cleaned out but, It's still a sooty basement.
He eventually found his father's stash. He recognized the door. It had his fathers mark on it. A circle with a J.M. in it. He looked at the door. It was relatively new ,dusty and dented, still not clean but, not ancient like the rest of the vault.
He thoroughly inspected the door searching for a seem. He rubbed his hands one the outside of the frame looking and feeling. His hands got covered in dust but he eventually he found it. It was a small screw on the outside edge of the left side of the door. He pushed it in and heard loud grinding and banging. Eventually the door opened with a loud hiss.
He looked around it was mostly trophies and rusted old guns. He wandered through the dungeness room. He reached the back of the dank room. On a shelf was a 10mm pistol and a 50mm rifle. On manikin to his right was his dad favorite powered combat armor. It was his own design.
He designed it to tap into a person spinal matrix. It helps for more efficient movement control. He used classic NCR combat armor as a skin for the armor. It was designed to be a medium weight high reflex combat power armor.
David picked up the helmet and looked into the bright eye pieces of the helmet. He started to put on the armor.
The chestpiece fit to him like it was a part of his body again, one of his fathers designs. The inbuilt computer system studies your body's spinal matrix and fits a inlaid biofoam to match your body temperature and perfectly match your body size and shape.
He finished putting on the rest of the armor except the helmet. He picked the helmet up. He looked into the helmets eyes. They were dark with a slight hint of red. He pushed a button and the tint turned to green. This meant the night vision was on. He pushed it again and the tint turned blue this color meant thermal imaging.
This sight feature was something exclusive to his dad's armor. It was a prototype on his armor. He hung up the armor and when David was born and locked up his workshop and the vault it was in.
He pushed the button again and put the helmet on. When the helmet sealed onto the base. The electronic hub turned on. It had a pip boy 3000 processor on it.
"Hello David." said a voice from inside his helmet. David jumped at the sound.
"Hello?" David answered back questioningly. "Who are you and how are you in my head.
"I am Cyber Intermatic Processor but, you can call me Kip." said the electronic male voice. "I am in your head because of the mental control processor works both ways sir. There is a safety code programmed into it so I can't control you but, I can send mental electronic messages to you. And yes I can read your mind."
"Um okay creepy. Did my dad design you?" David wondered.
"As I am now yes but, I was derived from a program you know well ,Yes Man & Victor" Kip answered back.
"I can see I have finally found something for annoying than them." David answered back jokingly. "You sound alot like my father. Are your audio programs based off of his voice."
"Why yes. May I ask where we are going?"
"Well I'm going to go to my best lead on where my girlfriend see if I can find some clues where she is."
"You mean the crash site." Kip interrupted.
"Please don't finish my statements." David finished.
Clarence Peters
Vertibird on the way to a New Ontario
He looked down at his hands the mismatched the rest of his body. He was wearing a nice black suit and red tie but, his hands were sooty and rough. He washed his hands a lot but they were stained black. When he was younger he worked in the steel factory. His hands were stained black from all the coal.
He was raised there until his brother died and the brotherhood needed a leader. The brotherhood is run like a monarchy these days. He and his brother never got along.
The irony is that the mottoes of the brotherhood are all about comradeship and two actual brothers in the brotherhood hated each other.
He was lost in thought when the vertibird shuttered. He quickly looked out the window. There were black clouds and explosions everywhere. This was a place of war. He hoped he could keep the war here and not back home.
"Get ready to jump!" called the pilot to the back. Clarence stood up and put the jumpsuit on over his tux. He then opened the door to the outside. "There will be a ground team waiting for you on the ground."
He looked at the ground below he saw some flashes. He knew they were gunshots. After the enclave fell in washington. The Remnants moved north and settled in pre-war Ontario. They built a city here and named it New Ontario.
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Jump!
He forced himself out the door and started hurtling toward the ground. Vertibirds could reach a good height but, they had to stay low. If they got too high the nuclear cloud that rested here would shut down their equipment and the radiation would reach critical levels.
He was few hundred feet above the ground when he trigger his parachute. He saw a large battlefield ahead of him. The ground was scourged with burn marks. Bodies were riddled across the ground. This war was between the Remnants and local tribe called the Ants. The Brotherhood was supporting the Ants obviously.
The Ants wore large helmets on their heads with nightvision. They most commonly lived underground. They got there name from the weird shape of their helmets. Their armor was pretty sophisticated. It had thermal skin control and other features that help for subterranean life. The ants were good survivors but, not good fighters. All they had for weapons was machetes, shovels and axes. The Brotherhood supported them in the war based on a personal grudge against the Enclave and the Ants supplied a large amount of precious metals to the Brotherhood.
He landed in a field just east of the base that the Brotherhood troops were based out of. Clarence looked at the old building it was burnt crushed and dented. The sight of the building brought sorrow to him. He couldn't help but feel sad. The building reminded him that all things good eventually fall apart.
He was still looking at the building when the ground team arrived. There were seven of them two were brotherhood paladins. The rest were ants.
One Ant was wearing green the rest brown. The green meant he was a leader. The ant was a taller man about six foot five. In the green ant armor he looked pretty intimidating. He had a red V painted on his helmet. It looked like dried blood.
"Greetings High Paladin." greeted the first paladin. The paladins name was painted on his shoulder. Masters.
"Hello, give me an update." Clarence commanded.
"Well we just lost vault 202 in the east but, we were able take control of vault 198 and 213 in the west. We've been planning a..." the paladin started but, he was interrupted by the large ant.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but, we are in the middle of a battlefield. We should get inside."
"Agreed." Clarence announced.
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