A story written and conceived by Ezrain (Zhikai)
Based on a TRUE Fallout 2 event
It was an average night for the post-nuclear people of New Reno. They puttered about, got high on Jet, and generally went on with their "business." That was all soon to change however…
Ezrain, a wanderer of the wastes who had just appeared one day, with his lackeys Sulik and Vic were in town. Sulik was a huge tribal who toted a 10mm SMG, and was fond of ripping people apart with bullet barrages. Vic carried an automatic combat shotgun. Ezrain carried a custom – made pistol.
How he had come by the pistol was of no great mystery to those of New Reno. The first night Ezrain and his crew had entered town, gunfire had been heard from the New Reno arms dealer. That pistol Ezrain was carrying used to be his.
Further evidence of this rumble was that Vic and Sulik had been seen disposing the carcasses of the store's guard dogs. Plus, the arms dealer himself was nowhere else to be seen. Ezrain and his company had used the store as a base ever since.
Then there was Renesco, the Rocket Man. He could sell you so many drugs you'd get higher than the moon. One day, they found his bullet filled corpse in his shop. The junkies hanging around said Sulik did it. A search of the store confirmed that the store's drugs and medicine stash was gone.
The common people of the town loved Ezrain. He was tough, feared, and responsible for many a ruckus, day and night. Yet, he still allowed people with problems to come to him. He could fix anything- for a price.
That night in New Reno, a hush fell over Salvatore's Bar. Ezrain and his team had just entered the casino and bar, weapons in their holsters. It was a widely believed fact that Ezrain had pulled the plug on Mr. Salvatore's breathing system, and had left him to die. He had walked in, asking to see Salvatore. When he had walked out, Salvatore was dead.
But why was he here now?
Ezrain went upstairs, under the wary eyes of the men guarding the casino.
Soon, shouts and gunfire were heard from upstairs. The guards shifted uneasily. Ezrain emerged ten minutes later, wearing Mason's armor. Mason had been Salvatore's captain of the guard. The guards immediately opened fire.
Cool as a cucumber, Ezrain drew his custom .223 pistol and managed to shoot a guard stone dead in the first five seconds, running down the stairs. He ducked under a table.
A guard narrowly missed Vic with his 10mm SMG, and Vic instantly retaliated with a burst from his shotgun and the words "Hah! My Grannie shoots better n' that!" The guard dropped, missing several vital chunks of stomach.
Meanwhile, the bartender had picked up his sawed off shotgun and began blasting. He hit a patron in the knee, and poor tore another one's leg off. Sulik quickly dispatched him with a round from his SMG.
As the fighting raged, the patrons began taking cover under anything they could- tables, chairs, and dust. Many were guzzling beer like it was their last day alive.
Soon the firearm smoke cleared. The strewn bodies of the guards were thoroughly searched by Sulik, who took all their drugs, money, and ammunition.
Vic took a long draught from some rotgut whiskey he had found. He placed the bottle back on the bar.
They filed out of the bar, music from a jukebox ringing eerily from a jukebox.
Ezrain, the last one out, closed the door.
The people of New Reno just looked at each other, in stony silence.