Hello everyone! First story posting, just gonna drop the first Chap here. The story itself is only about 10k words in total sooo it's going to be a short read. I just remember playing this mission back in the day and loving every minute of it. This fic was actually a work in progress over the course of the past 4-5 years so there may be this really obvious change in tone at some point in it. I've read and re read it a few times and done some edits so hopefully you won't be able to notice but no one's perfect. Please lemme know what you think and also let me know if there's any typos, problems, the works. I would really appreciate the criticism because I feel like i'm going to want to dabble in another story at some point
From one Fallout fan to everyone else -DeathClaw2150 :D
Chap 1: The Arrival
*crunch* *crunch* *crunch*
gravel under boots. How he hated that crunching of boots. What made it worse was it was his boots.
He sighed "Why am I even doing this." He said to no one in particular. "I should just let them all solve their own problems."
Of course he knew exactly why he was going. It was because she asked him to. Pleaded him to. He never could resist her when she asked him for help. She was his best friend, the light of his life for all his years growing up. Now she was asking for his help and he was answering the call.
The man approached a small wooden door that led to a short rocky cave. At the end of that cave lay a large metal door. The door to a vault, and now he was armed with the password to open it. He stopped short. Aware of how very much alone he was standing outside the wooden door. He fiddled with the weapon he held in his arms, toned from years of living in a harsh unforgiving wasteland. The assault rifle was always his favorite, fully automatic wasteland justice delivered in short controlled bursts of 3 at a time.
He felt nervous. Why was he nervous? He's faced inhuman hordes of monsters, struggled and survived terrifying creatures, been abducted by aliens, crawled his way out of the Pitt, walked with Liberty Prime and gave purified water to the wasteland. The man that stood there had killed more people than everyone in the vault had ever and would ever meet. So why was he nervous?
The past is the past he thought and stepped forward boldly. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder and setting a hand on his holstered revolver under his regulator duster.
He pushed open the wooden door and it swung forward with little resistance. Light burst forth from the new opening and filled the small cave for only a few seconds before being consumed by darkness as the door swung shut behind him. He advanced towards the large metal door with "101" painted on the front stopping short of it and planting his hand on the door taking in his surroundings. He stared at the back of his hand intently. It was then that he thought of how different he was compared to when he first stepped out of the vault so many years ago.
His hair was shorter and dirtier, his skin darker, his face body and mind scarred from the wasteland. Yet within him was the strength of ten men and the knowledge of ten more. He was an apex predator, at his best in almost all ways. He wore combat armor, while it was far from pristine it was most exquisitely maintained. Atop that he wore the duster of the regulators, the leather from it worn with use. On his head was a combat helmet, a large groove running down the left side of it where a stray bullet would have taken off his head if not for his trusty headgear. A set of goggles were raised on the front of the helmet and his face was covered by a grey scarf that rested at eye level.
He took a step to the left in front of the terminal and lifted his Pip Boy to eye level. The cracked screen reminding him that he is no longer a vault dweller. He is the Lone Wanderer.
He spelled out the password to the door with reverence. A-M-A-T-A. A siren wailed loudly in the cave and the door screeched to life shifting back and away from the metal wall and finally rolling out of the way. This was it. This was where it all began.