I was worried I'd not get this chapter before the weekend started. Got it just in time, WOOT!


Rebuilding Boston One Soul at a Time

October 24th 2287

The Commonwealth, Boston Massachusetts

Nathan "Nate" Shaw

Sole Survivor

Commonwealth Minutemen

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Abernathy Farm looked like it was really well established, a two headed cow which was the most interesting part of the sight to see. A little cat prowling along the front porch. A man steps away from the crops who Nate assumes to be the head of the house to greet him. Especially since he has a .38 revolver aiming for his gut.

"Not another step, chump. What's your business here?"

"Easy there, sir. I'm from Sanctuary Hills just up ahead. My name is Nate Shaw. We were just wondering if you guys were interested in joining our trade rout." Nate explained as calmly as he could with his hands up.

"Oh… Well you don't look like any of the raiders around here. Hell you don't even smell like one of them… Alright then, you're welcome to offer any trades to us, but be warned we're armed here. Blake Abernathy, over there my wife Connie and my daughter Lucy. Anyway, you new around here, Nate?"

"Kinda… Yes, but also no… It's a complicated story." Nate explained as best he could.

"Well whatever the case, good to meet you. Lemme tell ya, farming isn't easy, but it's the only way up. It's either that or you can go rob whatever you want at gunpoint. Like those fuckin raiders."

"I know what you mean. Real assholes those lot!" Nate complained in return.

"Glad to know you get it. My daughter Mary tried to stand up to them. She was only twenty one, and those monsters shot her without question. Now she's buried out back with her grandparents."

The news pierced Nate's soul like a knife in his chest, "I know how you feel. I lost someone too. My wife was shot the same way, and I was helpless to stop them."

"Ah man, I'm sorry to hear that. Anyway those raiders took her locket yesterday, and we can barely hold our own as it is to go get. That's why we need the Minutemen back. Without them, these raiders will eat us all up."

"Well don't worry, one of the people at Sanctuary Hills is a Minuteman. I'm confident he won't let the minutemen- wait… Was the locket silver?" Nate asked as he put his bag down to check his loot.

Deep in the bottom, Nate pulled out the locket he looted yesterday, and Blake was in absolute shock by the sight.

"Are you serious? How did? What? Thank you Nate. Connie's gonna be speechless! Hey you said you and Sanctuary Hills wanted to work on a trade, we're in. if anything you need that we have it's yours as well."

"Thanks Blake, I'm glad we could help each other." Nate said as he started putting away his backpack.

"I must say, sir. This is perhaps the most positive outlook I've seen in the Commonwealth." Codsworth said from behind Nate.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later." Nate said as he began to leave the property.

"Actually, Nate. There's a diner not far from here. Some woman and her son opened the place as a roadside general store. They might be interested in joining in on your trade route."

"Thanks, Blake, I'll head over there now." Nate said before hiking over the hillside, and back on the road.

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The trio of travellers make their way past the museum of freedom and further down to the next block. On their way they bumped into a two headed cow hauling gear and knicknacks over it's back. Beside the road a woman is sitting under the billboard having a smoke.

"Umm, hey there." Nate asked.

"What's your story? Here to trade, rob me, or ask directions to Diamond City." The woman responded rather rudely.

Nate cracked a smile to her response, and decided to pull out his old sarcastic card.

"Oh I'm Nate, and I"m just looking for love, sweet heart." Nate said seductively smoothly.

"Ha well, you definitely came to the wrong place, but I'll tell you this wiseass, you made old Trashcan Carla smile and that's not easy. Anyway you wanna trade, I'll give you a discount."

Nate chuckled, "Sure what do you got?"

"I got some Jet, turpentine, oh I also got some addictol and a few MRE's."

"How much for the addictol and a couple of MRE's?"

"About thirty five caps should cover all of it."

"Hmm, how about twenty caps and twelve rounds of .32's. Hell I'll even add three cigarettes as the cherry on top."

Carla smiled at the offer, "Alright that seems like a fair trade off. Alright… So regarding the MRE's, do you want chicken and vegetable, beef curry, blueberry cobbler, chili with beans. cheddar cheese spread or pepperoni pizza?"

"Hmm, nice selection… I'll take the pepperoni pizza and blueberry cobbler."

"Tasty choice. Here you go Nate." Carla handed Nate's requested supplies as well as what Nate promised Carla in return.

"Thanks, Carla. You know, there's a new settlement up past Concord ahead of the Red Rocket Truck Stop. It's a neighborhood called Sanctuary Hills. We're trying to establish trade routes between the local farms. Maybe some of your supplies will help us out."

"Yeah I'll head on up there. Maybe I'll surpass my quota for the week… Hopefully my brahmin can handle the trip." Carla smiled as he hauled his 'Brahmin' up the road.

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Nate made his way to the Drumlin Diner to find himself caught in a heated argument with both sides having guns at the ready.

"Seriously?" Nate sighed as he rolled his eyes.

"We should help them settle before it escalated." Codsworth suggested.

"Might as well." Nate said with Dogmeat moving ahead to the diner.

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"This is Lieutenant Nate. Entry log number three. Current date is October 24th, 2287… 14:17 hours. It took some effort and convincing, but I got the Drumlin diner store owner, Trudy, to pay off the chem dealer, Wolfgang. I figured I'd give her my addictol on the house for her son. It's been a few hours since then and a few colorful locals came by. This little girl named Kat walked up to the store with this giant Sentry Bot as her bodyguard. She was hoping she could do some trading. I figured I'd give her my blueberry pie MRE in exchange for some water and a few stims. I figured I'd tell her about Sanctuary Hills and convince her to open a store up there and she was all for it. So she and her Sentry made the journey along with a father and daughter. Clinton and Charlie were there names. They told me about how they lost their mom and knowing my story… I couldn't just let them wander this wasteland without telling them. Hey maybe Charlie and Kat will get along. Right now I'm still at the Drumlin diner splitting my pizza MRE with Patrick. Not to mention this diner is perhaps my only chance to kick back in a stool and have a smoke. I mean fuck it, Patrick's right here ruining his lungs with me too. (Hi there, listeners.) I'm likely not gonna have a smooth journey to Diamond City from here on so might as well do what I can before shit hits the fan. On the upside if my hunch is correct and 'The Great Green Jewel' is the old Fenway Park baseball stadium then that's where I'm heading. So directions shouldn't be a problem. End recording."

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Nate ejected his holotape and stuffed it back in his bag. From behind he could hear some footsteps approaching. Quickly turning around he saw someone in a real raggedy worn military uniform. He wore a lousy conditioned combat helmet and had his face covered with a green bandana and dark pilot shades. Held close to his person was a scoped M-14 and .44 revolver across his waist.

"You. A smoothskin like you doesn't deserve to wear those fatigues." The guy's voice sounded like he gargled with broken glass.

Subtlety did not exist between this guy and Nate and he did not stand to hear that.

"I don't even know you and you wanna go like this right now? To me! I've been a lieutenant longer than you can imagine." Nate growled with grimly glaring eyes.

"Do you even fucking know what-" the man's guttural tone suddenly halted as he caught a glimpse at Nate's last name stitched across the front of his front pocket.

"Wait a minute… No… You.. You can't be him." The masked man looked over at Patrick and Wolfgang, "You see this guy in green too right?"

"He gave me one of his smokes." Patrick answered.

"He got Trudy here to pay up what she owes."

"Fuck you Wolfgang!" Shouted Trudy.

The moment of shock from this masked man was able to let Nate calm down from his rude first impression. He looked down at the name on this guy's uniform.

Nate spoke out loud for all of them to hear.

"Daly… As in... Staff Sergeant Michael Daly?"


I heard that Mike Daly was supposed to be an NPC who would appear as a Prewar Ghoul. Of course he was cut out. So I figured, why the Hell not?

Here's to Creativity!