Fallout: New York

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

Welcome to the Empire Wasteland. The once most important city in the world is now a war zone filled with warring factions, ghouls, raiders, and Super Mutants. Antinaco , a man who has lost much of his identity but has memories of the past in the city that is unsure of, finds himself in the middle of it in a fight for survival and his identity.

Albany, NY

2292

Homecoming King

A young man awoke. He had memories but no memory of how he had come to New York City. He was not sure who he was. He was just a guard for the Followers Of The Apocalypse. They had spread to the east coast from New Vegas over a decade ago. It was strange. He had memories of being all over the country. New Vegas, Los Angeles, Boston and DC. Even Maryland. But his memory was incomplete. It wasn't accurate to say he was an amnesiac. He wasn't but there was so much missing from his short term memory. More so from his long term memory. Or at least, his long term memory, didn't make a lot of sense.

There had been some explosions in Manhattan. Remnants of the radiation. The followers had said they'd found him there.

His name was Antinaco Delaronde. He stood six foot three and had a muscular build to him. He had light brown skin that was more copper colored than anything. His hair was shaved except for a three inch square tuft of hair on the crown. There was also three short braids that hung loose at the bottom of them. He was of Mapuche ancestry but had been adopted as a Mohawk as a child but in the Followers Of the Apocalypse register they had written him as "Hispanic" Race did not factor as much as it had with the old world.

Some Native American tribes had died with the old world. Tribes that had survived the colonization of the Americas only to be destroyed by a war none of them had wanted. He had memories of searching for his tribe. He had this feeling in his heart that his tribe that he had known, had survived the war. Yet at the same time, he had this feeling that maybe they hadn't.

It was like knowing two conflicting truths and he couldn't shake the feeling. He knew a remnant of Navajo culture existed in New Canaan under a strange Mormon culture called the Dead Horses. They referred to their place as the res. Their language was a pidgeon language of English Spanish and Navajo. He wondered what had become of them? Were there any pure speakers of the language left?

He had searched the south west, dodging Cesar's Legion at the time. He felt he had started to get close to discovering the Navajo communities of Arizona but for reasons he could not remember, the Legion wanted him dead and he had to flee.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He had the face of a young man in his 20's. He didn't understand it at all. When memories came to him of DC and New Vegas and even Boston, he knew they couldn't be real. How could he have been alive for all those times and not aged? Had he found the fountain of youth that had been another fascination of the Old World? Antinaco could not remember. There were things he could not remember and yet there were things he did. He knew that when he had gone to the Capitol Wasteland the year had been 2077 after some big stand off between the Brotherhood Of Steel. He remembered the Mojave.

2081...He thought to himself. And then there was the Commonwealth. 2087...He didn't understand it. It was like he could remember dates but not always faces. For instance, the Follower leader who had been among them to find him. She had been in New Vegas around the same time as he had but she had never seen him and he had never seen her. Jesus...did I have a stealth boy on every time i went anywhere? No...that can't be...I remember people. Dr. Ada Straus...I remember...the Courier who took over the city. I remember the NCR...Manny Vargas...I remember Sunny Smiles from wouldn't have just talked to me if I had a stealth boy on all the time. Like those fucking Nightkin assholes...

He didn't know where they were either. He just remembered conversations with his old friend. He remembered his friend John McComber. Another Mohawk like him. It was because of his memories of his parents and a community here in the Empire Wasteland that he knew that his tribe MUST still be here. Or else could he remember? Was his brain scrambled like that of the great Courier of New Vegas after being shot?

He recalled the day that he had come to. It was only weeks before. Maybe three weeks. His memory loss did not have any pattern that made sense in any of the medical journal he had read so far about it. He'd come to in a bed of the Followers. He remembered where. It was Pennsylvania. He had looked to see a rather pretty brunette with deep thoughtful brown eyes, a Caucasian woman. She'd wore a white lab coat.

"Hey! Take it easy...you were out for a long time..."

"What...where am I...who am i?"

"Yeah...after what you went through with the beating you got...I'm surprised you pulled through. Those Legion assholes are sadistic. They busted your ribs up pretty badly and took all your caps..."

"Legion...this far east?" He asked. "First things first...you might not know your name but luckily for you, you had a diary where you wrote some of your findings down. Since you can't remember your name we may as well have this be your name for now...though I don't know how to say that..."

"Antinaco Delronde."

He paused.

"Uh...wait...who are you?"

"I'm Veronica Santangelo. I'm with the Followers Of the Apocalypse. The Empire Faction."

"What happened to...Julie Farkas...?" He asked.

The question seemed to bother her. "She..she's no longer with us..." Replied the brown haired brown eyed woman. "That can't be...New Vegas...Independent...I remember her...after the second battle of Hoover Dam. She was taking care of people...refugees displaced from the battles..."

She seemed to not want to talk about that. "You remember that much but not other details? Like your name? And were you a member of the Followers there? Because I would remember you... and that was eleven years ago."

"I don't know...my memory...it's blurry...what...what happened to the NCR and Legion...?"

"You need to heal up more. You took a pretty bad beating. You had Centurians all over you. They'd hit you with power fists and displacer gloves. Your ribs were broken, your face swollen and bloody, you ad a concussion. Left side of your head hit a railing too. That part, i stitched up myself."

". Chaltu...Nia:wen'kowa..." He said. "What? What language is that from? There's a lot of languages we study in books but i don't think I heard that before.. Is it Latin? It sounds pretty."

"It means Thank You. And it's frommy people...i've been looking for them for as long as I could remember. Tried to see if they moved to the Mojave...to Los Angeles..DC and the other is how my ancestors in Chile say thank you."

"Well the clothes you had on you said Vault 8. Is that where you're from?"

"Yes...no..I don't know...I get these memories you know? Somebody's fucking with me. It's like I feel like I've lived in a vault. May have even been born in one. But then...i remember...bits and pieces of childhood..outside...the wasteland. Saw my first deathclaw about...eighteen years ago..."

"They're out there but luckily not near here."

"You look completely healed!" She beamed. "And to think we found you at death's door."

Her voice brought him back to the present. "Before..." He said. "You said we're in the Empire Wasteland?"

"Yes. What used to be New York state. You said you were in DC, Vegas like me, even the Commonwealth. You must have known that there was people out here too, right? Even if the state was nuked."

"I have memories but...it seems different from before...what part of the state are we in?" He asked.

"Albany."

"So...not New York City. I've never been down there."

He turned to her. "Is there any way to get my memory back?"

"There might be. There's a doctor there. Doctor Amari. She usually deals with synths and the brains of the dead but she might be able to help you. I wouldn't venture out there so soon."

"I have to. My parents were in New York City. I remember their faces clearly...they were there and they were in danger."

"Well...there are some followers there. But the Brotherhood Of Steel is out here too. I used to be part of them. I joined the DC chapter but...things changed./ And I just haven't been out and about to know about the Empire Chapter. I've stayed isolated. I don't have much reason to look into them."

"Why'd you leave?"

"It's complicated. They...they didn't like to help people. Only to hoard technology. A woman helped me once. And I remained friends with her for a long time. We were in New Vegas."

"What happened to the Mojave Wasteland? I remember...Legion...NCR..."

"Both are gone from there. Well at least the Legion is. Their empire started to kind of collapse on its own after the second battle of Hoover Dam..."

Antinaco sighed. 'Im gonna need help. Knowing what all happened. More help than you can give me. My memories are all foggy.'

Veronica looked at him and said, "Well, rather than frustrating yorself about what you do know or don't know and what ytou don't remember why don't you tell me if the second battle of Hoover Dam sounds familiar to you?'

"Yeah..." Antinaco answered. "The NCR...and the Legion. In the end neither one won it was that Courier that won.I...I think I was fighting for the NCR...but I can't remember. Something about Camp Searchlight...all our brothers in arms lost..."

"Camp Searchlight? Then what are you doing all the way out here? No...you don't look yong enough to have been there for that. You're what..mid to late twenties at best? That battle was eleven years ago."

"I'm telling you...I remember that...but I can't remember how..." Another flash of memories came to him. He staggered. "Nate..."

"Who is Nate?" Asked Veronica. "Old friend...he...I think he's running the Commonwealth now. He was just starting to fix things up last time I saw him...Minutemen...Brotherhood of Steele...shit...was the Brotherhood...I think they shot at me..."

"Well that makes sense. They were at war with the NCR. But it's like I said you don't look that old..."

"I got good genetics...I gotta find my family. They live up north near the border..."

"I don't think you're in any condition to travel."

"It's not your call, lady...I gotta get moving...I can't stay here...maybe..."A memory came to him. "Vault 127..."

"Vault 127? That's in New York City."

'

"What happened to New York City, Veronica? I need to know. My memory...it's fucked up and..I don't think there's Legion this far east. I'm not really sure but...certain things trigger the memory..."

"Well...back in 2065...the city went through a melt down because of a nuclear reactor. I only know this because of what documents I could find. Files on computers. It was known as the Hot Summer. So New York City went through a nuchlear hell before the bombs from the Great War hit."

He had more flashes. He had visions of what looked like the bomb warnings they'd been raised with. He was almost certain it was one of those old Vault Tec videos and he knew that the Vault Tec company had propaganda to sell people on the shelters but from what everybody knew, every person that had outside settlements outside of a vault had come from vaults originally and anybody left either became a ghoul or a super mutant. This Vault 127. He had to find it. Was this what vault he had been born in himself or was there an outsider settlement?

She handed him a laser pistol. "You were armed when I found you..."

"Where are we going anyway, Veronica? Do we know if New York City even really exists still? I've heard people say they can't still be around. That it can't still be around..."

"This is Albany. We're just outside of it. Unfortunately, I can't go with you to see if there's anybody left in the city. I don't know if any of the buildings would be intact either after the bombs came. There's been rumor of thee Brotherhood and other factions..."

They spotted seven ghouls coming their way. Atinaco fired striking one a feral ghoul twice in the chest as it came roaring and hissing at him. They came towards them in speed and the stench of their flesh filled his nostrils. He fired again and again and this time he washed the whole body get evaporated as a blinding flash filled the air and the thing collapsed into ashes at the feet of the other ghouls charging them, still unaware.

One hit Atinaco and he felt the radiation heat. He backed up firing and struck this next one in between its eyes. Veronica threw a punch from her power fist and with a blow a ghouls skull was crushed and the right eyeball fell dangling from the socket as rotten teeth fell from the open wounded spotted a collapsed 9mm and he felt the weight of the gun. He was hit from a ghoul wearing a security uniform. He took the pistol readying it and as the thing swung striking him across the right cheek, he fired the shot into the thing's mouth. It fell staggering back but was not dead.

He followed with a gunshot to the right temple and the thing fell its brains leaking. He saw the next two attacking Veronica who had made short work of all but the last two having dropped one other and one of the ones attacking her had a broken right arm. He fired a volley of shots, six from the laser pistol and seven from the 9mm. He killed the ghoul with the seven shots as he hit the thing with three to where the liver was, two in the chest one in the right eye and one in the left ear.

The last ones left leg collapsed as it became ash under it. It fell dead.

"This city...I remember it but...it seems different now..."

"It has gone through the Great War..." Stated Veronica.

"I know..biut there's something different now..." He sighed and he said, "The people I was fighting...Legion...but not Legion...that much I remember. This group...it's been here before. But I remember...a lot of Super Mutants. Not ghouls."

"Things can still happen. People can still become ghouls if they get around too much radiation."

"I know but...shit...you know what Veronica..? I don't know. I don't know anything about my recent life ever since..that battle."

They were walking through Arbor Hill. Many of the homes were colonial. They spotted an African American woman and an Asian American woman plus a Latin American man. The man was of Nicaraguan descent and he had curly black hair and stood about 5'7 and had darker skin than Antinaco. He had a large key shaped scar on his right cheek and brown eyes.

The first woman had curly reddish hair and light brown skin with green eyes and she stood five five and wore a doctors lab coat. She looked to bee in her early twenties. Next there was the woman of Asian descent and she was five four. She and the man were bodyguards. "Who are they?" Asked Antinaco as he ducked behind an old wrecked car. "They're with me. Come on!"

He kept his Laser Rifle aimed. "Antinaco you can come out! They're on our side!"
He slowly approache but did not lower the weapons. "This is Audrey Murata. That's Breana Williams and Arturo Suarez. We're with the Followers of the Apacalypse..."

"Who is he?" Demanded Arturo. "I don't like the looks of him."

"He's fine, Art. I patched him up. He was all bange up. He was fighting the Legion..."

"The Legion? This far east?" Brena shook her head. "That's bullshit. I don't buy it..."

"Oh you better believe it..." Antinaco stated. "The Legion and what remained of the Enclave are still around. And what's worse? They sided with each other."

"No. I don't buy that shit for a second. I remember the Legion. My mother and I were slaves to them. They didn't like newer technology and from what everyone ever said about the Enclave they had the best technology."

"There was one man I remember..." Antinaco explained. "I saw him at Hoover Dam. The second battle. The Enclave ended up siding with us but there was one man who didn't. Moreno was his name. That's what the other enclave soldiers said about him. When they found him they found his body but not his armor."

They heard screams of agony and Antinaco looked and saw several armed men fighting off an Assaultron. The thing mowed through the male and female soldiers like a knife through peanut butter.

Antinaco in a few seconds observed the soldiers. Their uniforms consisted of a green woolen coat faced white and a white woolen waistcoat. Their pant garment was gaitered trousers made from Russia sheeting, a hemp product. Their hats were round hats, useful in shielding their faces from the sun. Their hats were cocked. Their belting was black

Dark green coats faced with scarlet and lined with the same, a waistcoat of green cloth, and Buckskin Indian leggings reaching from the ankle to the waist...their caps were almost skull caps of black jacket leather or turned up felt with a black cockade on the left side. Their belts were of buff leather and crossed at the breast where they were held in place by a brass plate marked in the same manner and with the same words as the cap plate. This version was based on supposition rather than primary source materials. On top of all of this, was combat vests, also green in color.

They were firing on the assaultrons with AK-74's and M4;'s "Who are they?" Asked Antinaco.

"We gotta get outta here..." Arturo stated in a matter of fact voice. "Those are Butler's Rangers. We don't have a problem with them but we don' like to get mixed up in their bullshit squabbles. The only way we get away is let them handle the Assaultrons."

Antinaco watched as a male of Caucasian descent with red hair standing six feet was knocked to the ground with force. His face was split open and his front teeth were missing. With another swipe the man's throat was opened by the gears on its limbs. They were moving and Antinaco asked, "Okay! Where do we go to?!"

"Our base it's just two blocks from here. Me and Breana got Rifles but we can't take those things on. It's too risky they take too much ammo and they don't go down easy..

As they slowly crepy Antinaco saw a Caucasian female, blonde, in her mid forties fall over as the thing zapped her with its rays before long, she was just ashes evaporated from a bright orange light to gray ashes as the light went out and the heat began to cool. There were three Rangers left. He could see they were all wounded but they were fighting.

They ran down the street.. As they did, however, Arturo growled, "No! What the fuck!" as five Mirelurks came at them. Arturo fired upon them hitting the first one in its face as they drew nearer. Audrey had a plasma pistol on her which she fired striking the second one in the face with three lasts. She continue to pumble the thing with shots. Atinaco did the same as did Breana and Arturo and Antinaco also fired on one. It got close to him slashing his chest and knocking him back. "ARGHH!" He cried out but as he landed on his butt, he fired from his downed position./;

He struck the thing seven more times before it died. Getting to his feet, he saw that Arturo had been wounded with a slash to the left arm. "Cono! Back me up guys! I can't take em all myself!" The Nicaraguan national exclaimed. "Don't worry, we got you!" Audrey cried out. "Good! I fuckin hate Mirelurks."

"Yeah well at least it's them we;re seeing and not the Lurkmen!" Cried Breanna. "So look at the glass half full!"

"Who the hell are the Lurkmen? I know what mirelurks are but what the fuck is a Lurkman?!" Antinaco demanded.

"They're these really fucked up people that worship Mirelurks, hermano!" Explained Arturo. "They're batshit crazy!"

"It's a little more complicated than that, Artie..." Veronica chimed in.

Antinaco's next few blasts hit the second one bit the second one slashed Arturo across the throat. "ARTURO!" Cried out Audrey. "DAMN IT!" Cried Breanna. Antinaco snatched up the bleeding dying man's Rifle. Not even a super stimpack would heal him now. His jugular vein had been severed. He suddenly fell as several rounds hit him in the chest and stomach and at least five hit his right arm. "Eight o'clock!" Cried Veronica as she withdrew her own laser pistol and fired uop at the gunmen.

Much to his surprise, Antinaco saw what looked like a Mirelurk but it was really just a human wearing the shell of one for a headress. He was also shirtless but had baby lurk shells as a necklace. He had one spot between his neck line and and his heart just a few inches but it was enough for Antinaco to hit his right hand. They noticed one of the Rangers was coming towards them and he began blazin against what remained of the Lurks though he was on his last leg. His right leg.

He fired on the Lurkman who had come firing and Antinaco spotted another one. He fired at the second Lurkman, this one, an African American male firing a shotgun with a suppresor on it. Antinaco fired striking the first Lurkman down as he sent five rounds in the gap in his armor not to mention one in each knee cap. The man lay bleeding to death on the roof of the building he was on top of. He twitched as he bled out but he weakly and in pain hoisted himself up to throw himself over the side of the rooftop and he collapsed to the ground breaking his neck.

The other Lurkman forced Antinaco to cover but before Antinaco could see some volleys his way as he was reloading, he heard a burst of automagtic rounds as the rounds struck the Lurkman in the lower shin area and as he fell over five raked into his thighs. His victory was shortlived, however as a spear drove into his back. The armor had already been damaged by the Assaultron and so it did not protect him. The spear entered his back between his lungs. He fell coughing blood as it bubbled and spewed from his lips.

"Why the fuck are they bothering us?!" Demanded Antinaco. "Is it just cause we defended ourselves against the Lurks?!" He cried.

"They don't like it when you attack Lurks!" Cried Breanna as she fired five shots lindly from cover. "They think they're the only ones who kill Lurks in a respectful way. They're the only ones who treat them with respect!"

"Plus we interrupted their hunt!" Screamed Audrey. "They were going to take them home and eat them."

The Lurkman who had thrown the spear went to throw another but Antinaco fired three rounds from the 9mm which he had reloaded also fired the Laser Pistol and saw it had done a little damage to the man's chest but the armor mostly kept him protected and took the bulk of the blasts. Still, Antinaco fired the 9mm and he struck the man in the face through the helmet. It was mostly protected but not all the way. He wasn't sure that it should have been fatal but as he fell to the ground Antinaco watched as Arturo coughed up blood while the other Followers of The Apacaypdse tried to save him.

The Lurkman got to his feet with staggering clumsy speed. The Lurk warrior roared in pain and anger but then retreated off into the ruins of the had just died even as they tried saving him, the stimpak did not work. He was gone. Antinaco sighed and with a grim expression, removed the spear from, the man's body.

The song Sing You Sinners by Smith Ballew played.

The song I Ask Of Heaven by George Peck played as Antinaco sat down in the bed getting ready to sleep. "How are you holding up?" Asked Veronica.

I ask of heaven,
I ask of heaven
Please help me to find
My true love who promised
That she would be mine, all mine

"I can't tell you how frustrating this shit is. It'd be better if I didn't have any identity at all more than bits and pieces of one!" Growled nodded. "I'm sorry. I know it can't be easy. We have some good doctors at our office. They can run some tests. If they can't figure out what's wrong with you we may need a secomd opinon. Hey listen, Ant...there's something that doesn't add up. You said you used to be Brotherhood of Steele. But then you also said you were NCR. Which is it?"

He sighed. That much he did remember. "I was DC chapter, remember? But Oren and Sarah Lyons died."

"They did? I know Arthur Maxson took over and they moved to the Commonwealth but I didn't know those two had died..."

"Si. When the Lyons Pride started that chapter in DC there was a breakoff from them..."

"Oh I know all aboyt the rebels of the Brotherhood. Going against the grain of helping people. Jerks. I've been wanting to help people and get the Brotherhood to help people...they started to back home. Because of a courier. She changed everything back there..." She said with a dreamy sound to her voice and look to her eyes.

"Yes...Maxson. He runs the Brotherhood now...last I was just a kid when I knew him. And I served under him for a time. There was a city...in DC. Rivet City. He attacked them killed most or all of the residents there. They used it to build the prydwen. It was above the Commonwealth."

"When did you leave the Brotherhood?"

"I..I remember when Maxson had us out there...there were Brotherhood members that killed civilians. Children...old people...I only fought Rivet City Security but there was a lot of them. They had Sub Machine Guns. They rained a lot of fire on us. Killed some of us. But we killed them all...I'm not proud of that...but I remember it, ¿Cachai?"

"What does Cachai mean?" Asked Veronica.

"Do you understand?" He asked.

"Oh! Oh geez well I do now!"

"Buena onda...look I need to find my parents. They're getting on in years. I need to find my compadre,John."

"You need some rest..." Veronica said. "You did good today but you're still too banged up to be doing anything strenuous."

"Okay...I will...thank you...for your helpl

I ask of heaven,

Though hopeless it seems,
Please bring back my darling,
The love of my dreams, my dreams

I spend each moment night and day
Just hoping soon I'll hear her say,
"My darling, I've come back to you!
Now we'll live our whole life through!"

I ask of heaven
Return her to me
If not, then I ask you,
Won't you soon claim me

I spend each moment night and day
Just hoping soon I'll hear her say,
"My darling, I've come back to you!
Now we'll live our whole life through!"

I ask of heaven
Return her to me
If not, then I ask you,
Won't you soon claim me

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That's the first chapter. I'm hoping it's not my last chapter but I honestly don't know if I'm gona be here or not much longer those that are friends with me on facebook that are on here know wha't's up. But in case I am well..gone for good I can say this...maybe if somebody in the Fallout universe saw this, maybe it would give them inspiration to make a NY based Fallout. I'm not making this authors note about me but just if i suddenly go quiet and you don't hear from me at least you'll somewhat know why.

Anyway, as far as Antinaco goes he was adopted into my own culture but by blood he is of Mapunche ancestry which he also strongly follows.

He has memory issues and can't remember where he's seen a lot of these people before and knows some of the people from 3, New Vegas and 4. He is for now, a mystery. Could he be a synth? Would I do that you think? Or is something else going on?

As far as the Lurkmen I didn't come up with that it was on quora or reddit somebody had the idea to have a tribal group that just like plains tribes in America centered a lot of their life, rituals, clothing, diet, migration patterns based on the buffalo, these weirdos are the same way with Mirelurks. They use weapons made from their shellds as well as clothing so much like these plains tribes they use every part of the Mirelurk. They only kill them when they have to hunt and maybe in self defense sometimes but theyd otherwise try and just avoid them when they don't hunt or watch them from afar.

They may also have a legend about an outsider who would have a role in a prophecy they have in which he would bring a certain change to that tribe. Whether for good or bad is yet to be determined but Antinaco is definitley gonna be that role and it has to do somewhat with their worship of a really hard to kill Mirelurlk possibly a king or queen thing kinda like theh ant queens.

They do use guns but they prefer them to be silenced they only use silenced guns and they'll use their traditional weapons. For now they're an enemy group because with New Vegas yeah you have certain reputations with certain groups as far as Legion and NCR based on what you do but the Powder Gangers quest kind of railroads you as far as the town of Goodsprings. It's like you can see it from both sides and it's almost too bad you can't find a third option.

I also know some of you may be tired of the Brotherhood of Steel so I have a few new factions some are my own others will be based on good Reddit ideas but the Butlers Rangers or my version of them is just a futuristic version of the actual Butler's Rangers who my people fought alongside againt the Americans in the Revolutionary War. A lot of white soldiers didn't like to kill captives as much as we did because they wanted to ransom the soldiers all though we can understand that part of it, we killed captives because we didn't see the pointin letting him live to fight another day when he might have the advantage. A lot of British officers were horrified at what Mohawks and Senecas did to American civilians and captives as well as soldiers but the Butlers Rangers were a white group that had no problem getting their hands dirtt just like we did as far as scorch the earth. They were hated by Americans pretty much any Rangers group back then.

And so they're kind of like Butlers Rangers but they also take a lot of inspiration from Robert Rogers's rangers and then late Simcoe's Rangers too, so they can be very brutal some members just like the NCR but they're not all the same and in a way they are like a cross between an NCR archetype and a Minutemen type. If I was to continue this I would tie it into my Fallout 3/NV fanfic and i may possibly do one related to 4 I'm unsure.

How Legion got this far east and why they are wearing Enclave Armor and some technologu when Cesars Legion was anti modern tech even though they kind of did use guns as well? And which succesor do you think would be okay with eventual change as far as that especially seeing how Moreno was at Hoover Dam'? I cant reember but i think in the gameplay if you dont convince him you have to kill him right well I wrote it as he defected in the battle to th Legion side. I can't remember is that a possible scenarioi? If it's not I can go back and fix it.

And yes the Followers too are also a joinable quest and Antinaco will be most tied to them. The BOS...that's gonna be complicated. Post FO4 I have there be another civil war and it's basically Maxson vs the lone wanderer who is against what the BOS has become and well lets just say he has help from another BOS member who is now a leader and is from a previous game and is leading the rebellion against the Maxson BOS. Antincao may get dragged into that conflict. Would you like to see that? I know cuse it's a game where you customize the character they dont have a general look besides the default look but still thts even why I had Nuchlear Winter Wonderland eventually Hector will meet my Courier i just think it's weird that you can't have protagonists meet or at least have something in the lore about saying they did. As an easter egg.

Anyway that's all for now hope you enjoyed I know this chapter was short sorry about that.

I crave reviews. The more detail the better be it good or bad. And i tried adding some music that sounded like it would be in Fallout in fact the show Van Helsing on Netflix which is liker the walking dead but with vampires and mostly better actors, hell it's way scarier and better written with more interesting survival groups and that show plays the oldtimey songs at the end. That song I played for Amatuer Sketch that she said reminded her of a family member was from that show.

It's a good show it has the guy who was the Swede on Hell On Wheels as a deaf survivor who is still bad ass, a bisexual protagonist who gives me Jennifer Garmer vibes looking for her daughter, a doctor who was a vampire who turned back to human when said bisexual woman who is immune to vapires bit her, a man who also got turned back that killed his ownchildren as a vampire and has toi live with thagt and ogh yeah a US Marine who had to watch over the protagonist when she was in a 3 year coma. Also because Yellowstone eruptged the skies are gray and the sun is blocked in Seattle and a lot of the midwest so vampires are having the time of their lives. You should watch it. All of you.

Also do you hear Antinaco more as an American type with an American or NY specifically accent or more of a Latin American accent to accompany said Spanish? I'm not too sure abot the Chilean accent though but if he does in your mind fit better with an accent that would work uit could be different and more authentic and somethin besides the male voice in FO4.

And with Veronica we have her surviving post New Vegas. Do you think she and my Courier were on bad terms or did Veronica disclose to her that she had to trael on her own for a while with her own purpose and she just kind of ended up in the east?

There are other Fallout characters that we see as kids who we will now see as adults. From other games and they somehow ended up in the Empire Wastelnd.

Hope you enjoyed once again have a nice weekend