Chapter 1
What awaited on the surface sent Logan on a rollercoaster of emotional change. He went from surprised, to anger, to sadness, to acceptance. He new that after the explosion that near blinded him on his way down into the vault that things would be different. As Logan looked out over the wasteland of dead trees and rusted equipment his eyes fell to what had once been Sanctuary, his home.
Logan could see from his vantage point over looking the dilapidated community that nothing had really survived the fallout. He could see walls missing windows, rooftops missing shingles, and cars rusted and some even turned on their sides. What had surprised him were the amount of houses that were still standing. It seemed that only a few of the dozen or so houses had collapsed.
Logan turned from the cliff took in the scenery behind him. Several skeletons lay surrounding the elevator, telling a story of fear and death. Logan felt for the remains of the people who had tried to seek refuge in the vault.
Stepping off the elevator, Logan, began his march to his old home. Taking note in all the vehicles that lay rusted and unused Logan saw a tiny building to the left of the trail. It looked to be the construction office for the contractors who built the vault. Inside he found a skeleton laying on the floor sprawled out, a single arm held onto a chair, a can of cram that looked old and probably way past its expiration day, and a broken terminal with a switchblade sticking out of the top.
Who would stab a terminal, Logan asked himself as he pried the blade from its resting place.
Placing the switchblade, and grudgingly the Cram, inside his makeshift pack Logan resumed walking the trail leading to Sanctuary. Coming to a rickety bridge Logan stopped to look at the water, noting the relaxing sound and the almost normal look of it all. Sighing Logan pressed on before coming the outer boundaries of Sanctuary. Continuing he took a left and walked to his old home.
Arriving at his old home Logan looked it over, besides the outer damage and the missing windows, Logan was surprised at how the home had stayed together. That is until he heard the sounds of a tiny propulsion system and saw the chrome form a Mr. Handy come speeding towards him.
"As I live and breathe!" the chrome bot exclaimed
"Codsworth? Your're still here?" Logan asked, happy that the faithful bot had survived.
"Of course, sir! A little radiation would never deter the pride and joy of General Atomics International. Sir you look tired please have a seat and I will whip you up a snack! Will the missus be joining us, sir?"
"Codsworth...she's...in a better place." Logan whispered.
"Sir, you couldn't possibly mean..." Codsworth's question died out as he saw Logan's expression.
"Yes, Codsworth, I mean she is no longer... Alive." Logan answered the question.
"And, little Shaun?"
"He was kidnapped, Codsworth." anger crept into Logan's voice, "I'm going to get him back."
"Sir, are you feeling well? You have been gone for 200 years."
Logan, who had been thinking back on the events that seemed like minutes ago, snapped out of his thoughts as what Codsworth said sunk in.
"Codsworth, no is not the time for jokes. There's no way I was gone for that long..."
"Sir, it's no joke, you've been gone for over 210 years if my chronometer is correct. That would mean you are two centuries late for dinner." Codsworth ended with an awkward chuckle.
Throughout the conversation Logan had been picking up minor things Codsworth had been doing, it seemed the robots mannerisms were slightly different than what Logan remembered.
"Codsworth, are you okay?" Logan asked.
"Sir? I've nev-" Codsworth stopped as he looked at his master, seeing concern on the man's face, "Oh sir, it's been just horible 200 years with no one to talk to, no one to serve. I spent the first TEN years trying to get the floors waxed, nothing gets nuclear fallout out of wood vinyl. And everything else with the house, from the car to yard, nothing could be done to fix these things."
Logan noticed how much the robot had been through, by himself, for 200 years. He felt for the robot.
"Codsworth, I'm sorry." Logan apologized.
Codsworth floated for a second, dumbstruck at his masters apology.
"Sir, you don-"
"Codsworth, you are a part of this family, and we abandoned you for 200 years! That's not how families should work."
"Sir... You think of me as family?"
"Of course, Codsworth." Logan smiled.
The bot seemed to straighten up at the man's words.
"Sir?" The bot asked
"Yes, Codsworth?"
"The missus wasn't ever able to give you this."
Codsworth's claw held a holotape. Written on the tape, in Nora's beautiful handwriting, was Hi Honey!. Logan opened the Holotape player, that was attached to his pipboy, inserted the tape and hit play.
At the beginning all he heard was someone messing with the recorder, after he heard the babbles of Shaun, and finally he heard his wife talking to Shaun trying to get his little hands away from the recorder.
"Hi honey! Listen, I don't think that Shaun and I need to tell you how great of a father you are,"
Logan smiled.
"but we're going to anyway," the tape continued, "Isn't that right? You are kind, and loving, and funny, and patient. So patient. Patience of a saint, my mom use to say. Look, with Shaun and us all being home together it's been an amazing year. Even so, I know our best days are yet to come. There will be changes sure, things we need to adjust to, as you rejoin the civilian workforce. I'll even shake the dust off my law degree, but everything we do no matter how hard, we do it for our family."
At this point a tear had snuck it's way down Logan's face.
"Tell him buh-bye," Nora said to Shaun, "Buh-bye daddy, We love you."
As the tape ended Logan wiped the single tear away with his hand.
"Codsworth, is the safe still locked?" Logan asked the robot.
"Of course, sir. Everything is as close to normal as I was able to put them. The safe has not been touched since you left." Codsworth answered.
Logan entered his old home, memories of better times pushing to the forefront of his mind. Walking to his and Nora's room Logan noticed the small things that Codsworth had done. Sweeping the debris to a corner, realigning some of the moved tile, even folding some clothes that had survived the fallout. As he passed these things he saw Shaun's room, or more importantly, his crib. Quickly, turning away he entered his room and made his way to the closet.
Arriving in the corner closet, Logan kneeled down and removed the false flooring, exposing a rather large safe. Typing in the code and twisting the the handle, Logan pulled the safe door upwards, exposing the contents.
Three guns sat in their assigned spots, along with a bag containing all the ammunition and magazines he had accumulated for the weapons, and a load bearing vest to store his loaded magazines for easy access. Logan remembered how Nora Had been upset with him when he spent the money on the guns and the safe. He told her that with the way the world was going it was better to be prepared.
Logan pulled the bag out of the safe first and placed hit behind him on the floor. Next he grabbed the first rifle, the R800. This rifle had been his first purchase of the three. Firing .308 rounds this rifle was deadly at longer ranges. The sight on top was a x8 scope that had come with the rifle, and it was zeroed in perfectly.
The next rifle he had purchased hadn't been necessarily legal. One of his friends from the military had contacts with a manufacturer that supplied weapons to the military. This friend had the same mindset as Logan when it came situation with the world, and had helped Logan purchase a gun that wasn't legal for civilians.
Said gun now rested in Logan's hands as he inspected it. The black rifle, the Instigator as the manufacture named it, came with a 16 inch barrel which was covered with a rail system and ended with a suppressor, attached to the rails were an angled grip, and a red dot sight that sat on top of the receiver. This rifle shot 5.56 rounds on either semi-auto and fully automatic. This gun being usually only available to the military would give him an edge over anything civilians would carry, or he hoped at least.
Finally, the last gun, a pistol. This pistol was a 1911, shot .45 caliber rounds, and was dependable. The only problem that Logan had with the pistol was the rounds it required, which had been plentiful before the bombs dropped, might not be as available now. He had acquired more rounds in the vault, for the 10mm, than he had for his .45. On top of having more rounds he also had two Witness', which meant if one went down he had another, or parts if it was a fixable. So he decided that once he changed into different clothing he would continue to use the Witness, and save his 1911.
After loading up his new bag with all the supplies he had nabbed from the vault Logan began looking for more suitable clothes. What he ended up finding was a few pairs of t-shirts, two pairs of jeans, a belt, and his combat boots. Removing the blasted vault suit Logan threw on a grey t-shirt, his jeans, and his boots. Clipping on his holster for the Witness Logan grabbed his bag and started loading magazines, putting the filled magazines in his LBV. By the end of this task Logan had used most of his 5.56 and a good portion of his .308s, having seven magazines for his Instigator, three for his R800, and the four for his Witness.
Strapping his R800 to his bag Logan donned his LBV, slipped the Instigator's sling over his head and under his left arm, before sliding his bag onto his back. Placing his Witness onto his hip holster, Logan was finally ready to go.
Stepping out of his house Logan made a beeline to Codsworth, greeting the floating ball.
"Codsworth, I need to find Shaun. Are there any people around that you know of that could possibly help?" Logan inquired.
"Well, sir. The Concord isn't far from here, and the people there have only shot at me a few times." Replied the robot.
"Thanks, Codsworth. For everything."
"Of course, sir."
Logan followed the road from his home passing the old rundown homes, before finally arriving at an old bridge. Seeing the bridge had collapsed on one side Logan warily walked across. Finally crossing the bridge Logan released the breathe he didn't know he had been holding. Stepping back onto the hard cement of the road Logan picked up his pace. A short time later Logan came to an old Red Rocket fuel station, determined to pass right through Logan's progress was halted when he heard a bark coming from the delipidated station. Turning Logan was greeted with the curios face of a dog, it's head tilted slightly.
"Hey, boy? Where's your owner?" Logan asked not expecting an answer
The dog, determine that Logan wasn't a threat walked closer and began sniffing Logan's legs. Logan kneeled down beside the dog and extended his hand for it to sniff, before finally setting his hand on the dogs back and petting him.
"Do you want to come with me, pal?" Logan asked.
The dog barked as if answering his question.
"Okay, then. Let's stick together."
Logan continued his march to Concord, dog following close behind.
A short time later Logan arrived at the outskirts of Concord, and noticed that a significant amount of building still stood. Logan continued down the road until he heard a scream. Re-gripping his rifle Logan jogged to the edge of a building slowly peering around the corner. Logan saw ragtag band of misfits, all decked out in a crazy assortment of gear. What really caught Logan's eye was the three kneeling figures in the middle.
"We have three more to play with." Logan heard a female say.
"Two." A males voice said before he leaned over and slit on man's throat.
The kneeling female screamed as she were covered in the dead man's blood.
"Raider scum." The third kneeling figure said.
Logan debated interfering with the two groups, he counted six raiders, but from the look of the group none of them seemed to have any sort of official training. Logan sighed, he would help the kneeling group if solely to keep his conscience clean, and because he knew if he didn't Nora would be disappointed with him. Raising his rifle Logan began a smooth walk, rifle trained on the closest raider. When he was close enough he smoothly squeezed the trigger. The round flew straight into the closest raiders neck. Not paying any more attention to the dying man Logan began systematically destroying the group.
One raider fell over, a round punching through his eye and exploding out the back. Another two rounds dropped a female raider, blood running down her chest and another punched through he opened mouth. Flipping the safety to automatic, Logan fired a burst at two raiders who were close together, riddling them with bullets. The final one had closed the distance with Logan and lunged with a nasty looking combat knife. Logan let go of his rifle and grabbed the raiders wrist with his right hand guiding it to his right side, before striking raiders elbow, bending the arm backwards. The raider screamed as he felt his are snap before he felt his knee give out as Logan kicked it, causing the raider to fall onto his back. Logan followed through with stomping his foot on the screaming raiders head, swiftly cutting of the screams short.
Logan looked around making sure no other raiders were around before reloading a new magazine and taking the knife and its sheathe from the last dead raider, attaching it to his belt in the small of his back, parallel with the ground. A cry alerted Logan as he looked around for its source, before seeing the dog deal with a raider that had been on the second floor. The raider struggled trying to keep the dogs teeth from his throat. In the end his arms gave out and the dogs teeth sunk into his neck. A few more moments and the raider lay still throat shredded.
"Good job, pal." Logan bent down and rubbed the dogs ears.
"Are you two okay?" Logan asked the two kneeling people, before cutting their bindings.
The woman didn't resold instead moving over to the man whose throat had been cut, and crying.
"You arrived just in the nick of time, but there are more people in the museum. Please help them." the man said rubbing his wrists.
Logan nodded before asking, "How many are there inside?"
The dark skinned man thought for a second before answering, " No more than five, but they were saying that more were coming. If you are going up you need to tell them 'United we stand' it'll help them trust you."
"...ok. You two need to find somewhere to lay low, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Tha man nodded before grabbing the crying woman and leading her to the building that Logan's furry friend had been in.
Logan entered the museum only to have to duck back out as rounds slammed into the walls around his head, sending wood chips cascading all around. Logan ducked back out the door. Taking a breath Logan prepared to enter again, knowing the locations of the shooters. Stepping through the threshold time slowed as Logan's rifle found its placement on the first raider. Shooting while he continued to move out of the fatal funnel, Logan button hooked the door heading for any available cover.
One round connected with the shoulder of one raider, making the man cry out and drop his pistol, a second round took off his jaw. The second raider had been luckier taking two rounds to the chest and another through the bridge of his nose and through his brain, showering brain matter out of the back of his head. Logan looked at the kneeling raider who held his useful hadn over his destroyed face, before sending another round through his skull, ending the man's suffering.
Logan surveyed the areas heading through the only doorway that wasn't blocked. The short hallway led around to another room which contained several maniquins. Logan thought the scene the maniquins were trying to portray was the "Boston Massacre" but he didn't give it much thought as he continued through the exit on the other side of the room. As he stepped through the door a hand shot out and pushed the rifle's barrel down a fist connecting with Logan's temple while maintaining the grip on the barrel. Logan reacted by grabbing his pistol and shooting the attacking raider in the knee, before correcting his aim and cratering the raiders skull.
Shaking his head Logan began advancing again, listening as best he could for any other activity. Exiting the cramped rooms, Logan arrived into an open area, stairs to his right leading up, and a sunken and destroyed floor to his right leading down to a security room containing the museums generator. Besides the fact that the generator was still running after all this time, what caught Logan's eye as he scanned the contraption was the Fusion Core that was inserted into the generator.
Eyeing the terminal that opened the security door Logan weighed the pros and cons of taking the time to get the fusion core. Deciding to take the extra time, Logan walked up to the terminal and was halted as the terminal required a password. Logan was stumped, until he looked at his pipboy and an idea popped into his head. He had used it to get out of the vault, maybe if he hooked it up to the terminal he would be able to bypass the security on the terminal.
Grabbing his pipboy's cord and plugging it into the terminals port Logan waited a moment. A beep sounded from his pipboy and then it changed to a different screen with different words and symbols. Another beep and Logan looked up to the terminal to find it was no longer asking for a password, instead it had been replaced with "Unlock Security Gate." Logan was amazed and a little unbelieving that his idea had worker.
What programs are on this thing, Logan thought as he eyed his pipboy.
Selecting the Unlock Logan stepped back as the security door swung open. Swiftly entering the little fenced in area, Logan grabbed the Fusion Core and pulled it out of its slot. The lights flickered for a moment before turning back on. Placing the Fusion Core in his bag Logan left the area and ascended the stairs, his original mission the priority again.
Preston had fallen back to the last room they could barricade after the ruthless attack from the Raiders. The feeling of failure clinging to his mind like a tick as three more from his group had perished. The two raiders banging at the door and yelling threats didn't help at all.
"Open this damn door, or we will flay you!" Bellowed a raider
"Ooo, I want the young female," the other chipped in, "she and I will have a great time."
"Shut up, Tie, we nee-" the first raider had been interuppted when a blade pierced the back of his neck, the blade's tip appearing through the front.
The second didn't have anytime to react as the barrel of a pistol appeared front of his face.
"Oh, fu-" was all he said before a bullet tore through his forehead.
Preston heard the commotion, both hopeful and worried.
"Hello?" a voice, different from the other two, came through.
"If you're a raider we have weapons." Preston tried to threaten.
"Well if that were true I wouldn't of had to fight all these raiders for you." The voice responded in an annoyed tone, before saying, "I was told to say, united we stand?"
Preston opened the door after hearing the code phrase, and was met with the icy stare of the individual speaking. This individual had jet black hair, and icy blue eyes, his face would be considered handsome by most everyone. Though his face held a surprising amount of scars, all were faded white lines barely noticeable unless close up. The scars themselves looked to have occurred at the same time if only because they all had the same coloring. If that were the case then whoever stitched, pretty much his whole face, back together must have been a miracle worker.
"Ok, but who told you to say that?" Preston asked, still wary of potential danger.
"I never got a name, I was told to say that by a dark skin man with similar clothes to yours."
"Roy is still alive then?" Preston's voice held hope.
"if That his name, sure. There was another woman who also made it, both should be hiding."
"That's the best news we've had all day. So, it should be safe to move these people then?"
"I'm not so sure about that. Roy, was it? He overheard some of the raiders saying there were more coming, and no he didn't say how many. It would probably be a safe bet to assume this as just a scouting force."
Preston looked back at the group of people sitting around the room, then finally looked at the man who was tapping away at a terminal.
"Sturges, tell him the plan."
The black haired man looked over at the mechanic with an inquisitive look. Sturges, ever the people pleaser smiled and started going over the plan.
"Alright, well we lucked out because on the roof is a crashed vertibird. Well, it looks like one of its passengers left behind a seriously sweet goodie. We're talking a full suit of cherry T-45 Power Armor. Military issue." Sturges, looked to be in the love with the thought of the armor.
The newcomer looked to be slightly impressed so far with the idea before say, "I like it... But wouldn't the Fusion Core be depleted after all this time?"
Sturges smiled before say, "that's where we had a hiccup in the plan there is an F.C. But it's behind a security door."
"Not to worry, I've already grabbed it."
"Good! Now when you get into the armor there should be a mini gun still attached to the vertibird."
"You want me to use that to fight off the incoming raiders?" Logan asked, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips.
"Will you do it?" Preston asked.
"Well I've already stuck my neck out for you and your people, wouldn't be worth it if I left you and you died. So yes, I'll do it. Besides it's a pretty good idea." Logan replied
"If you go out that door and follow the hallway there is a door that leads to the roof at the end. Thank you, again... I apologize we never got your name." Preston stated.
"Logan," the man answered, "and you are?"
"Preston Garvey." Preston answered holding his hand out.
Logan grabbed the hand and shook it.
"Well if we survive this I would like to hear how you were forced into a museum." Logan stated.
"Deal." Preston agreed, letting Logan's hand go.
"I'm going to have to leave my gear with you," Logan stated, eyeing the two men in front of him, "I expect to get it all back when I return."
"Of, course, even if we wanted it we wouldn't be able to do anything against Power Armor and a mini gun." Preston acknowledged.
Logan relieved himself of all his gear except for his pistol which he left on his hip.
"Hey, buddy, you're going to have to stay also." Logan told the dog.
The dog whimpered, but seemed to nod his head. Logan patted the dog's back before moving his hand up and rubbing the dog's ears. Standing Logan turned and started walking to the door when an old woman stopped him.
"Dogmeat sure did bring us some help. Look at ya." The woman observed.
"So, he's your dog then?" Logan asked looking at the Dog as he nudged Preston's hand.
"Ah, he ain't my dog. Dogmeat is what you would call, his own man. He chooses his friends, and sticks with 'em. He'll stay by you now. I saw it."
"You...'saw' it." Logan asked hiding his slight apprehension.
"It's the chems, kid. They give ole Mama Murphy the 'sight'. Been that way for as long as I remember." The woman answered.
"I would like to hear more about this, but there are raiders coming, and I need to get ready for them." Logan interest was slightly piqued, but he had more pressing matters to attend to.
"Ah, of course kid, but first I need to tell you that something is coming. I don't mean those raiders, either. Something big and angry."
"Mama Murphy, please, what is it?" Logan inquired.
"I see... I see... Oh, it's horrible, kid. Claws and teeth and Horns. The very face of death."
"Oh..." Was all Logan could say, on the fence about believing this woman or not.
"Just, be careful, kid." Mama Murphy warned.
"Thank you, ma'am." Logan said walking to the door.
Exiting the room Logan jogged to the roof exit. Pushing through the worn door Logan arrived on the roof, right under one of the side propellers of the crashed Vertibird. Seeing the power armor stationary on the roof Logan moved to it. Looking the armor over for any significant damage, Logan found none that his untrained eyes could see. Inserting the fusion core into the slot in the back of the armor Logan twisted the handles and stood back as the armor slid open. Stepping inside, the armor closed around Logan encasing him and itself with its self contained environment.
Logan tested out the armor getting a feel for it and making sure it ran properly. The HUD displayed the armor's predicted damage threshold, it's radiation gauge, and it's Fusion core power. The fusion core only held 60% of its charge. Logan, now equipped with power armor moved to the vertibird's minigun. Grabbing the "not so mini gun" Logan started pulling. Feeling the gun's stand weakening, Logan wrenched one more time. This caused the minigun to break away from the stand.
Logan, who had never used a minigun before, began running through the gun's mechanisms finding the button to start its rotation and another button to eject the drum of ammunition from the bottom. Logan, feeling at least semi accustomed to the weapon, looked around one more time to make sure he didn't miss anything. What he did miss was another drum of rounds for the minigun placed between the pilot seats. Grabbing the extra drum and attaching to the back of his armor Logan moved to the edge of the building.
"Boss, we got somebody up here." a raider yelled from the building a crossed the street.
Logan spun up his minigun, unleashing a quick burst that separated the raiders chest from his legs. Looking down at the road Logan saw a large group of raiders working their way to the museum.
Alright, let's see if you hold up, Logan thought as he looked down the building to the ground below.
Without any other thoughts Logan jumped from the roof, quickly accelerating to the ground. Slamming into the ground cement fragmented and was thrown all around the armored man. It only took him a second to reorient himself before he started engaging the encroaching force.
The raiders seeing the Goliath in armor land on ground level started panicking, before their leader yelled, "Alright, boys. The one who takes down this bitch gets to keep the armor."
The raiders cheered and open fired on the Power Armor, the leader stayed back and laughed. He would let the Goliath use up some of his ammo and suit power before he would take him down with the massive gun on his back.
The power armor was holding against the ballistic onslaught as rounds impacted and richocheted barely leaving a scratch. Spinning up his minigun again Logan opened fired on the advancing raiders, all while advancing himself.
Rounds upon rounds were fired from both sides, and the only ones taking casualties were the raiders. Logan's minigun cut swathes of the raiders down. Body parts flew away from their owners, all while others completely evaporated. Logan was a scythe and the raiders his crops. Nothing lived as rounds upon rounds upon rounds destroyed everything. It wasn't until Logan heard the clicking of his minigun that he really looked at the destruction.
Ejecting the spent drum, Logan grabbed the replacement. Before he could fully seat the drum however he felt a round impact his shoulder armor and completely destroying it, stumbling the him. Logan looked for the threat and saw the man wielding a massive rifle. Before he could fire on the new threat, the massive rifle sent another round at Logan, grazing his right leg. The graze was still powerful enough to rip off the outer armor lining.
Logan fumbled with the drum, anxiety taking its toll on his fumbling hands. The man with the massive rifle aimed in one more time, it was at this point that Logan knew he was dead. A red streak appeared over Logan's head and striking the man squarely in the forehead. Both Logan and the dead man had surprised looks on their faces, as Logan turned to the origin of the shot, where he saw Preston wave from a balcony. Logan gave a half-assed wave back, still shocked at the last second turn of event.
A massive rumble echoed through the streets, and then a crash. Logan looked back to the sound as he saw two metal plates burst out of the ground. A massive clawed hand reached out and pulled out an equally massive monster. The remaining raiders, numbering no more than six, fired at the beast. Logan forgot the raiders as well as he saw the horned beast grab the closest raider and ripped him in half, throwing both behind him and running to the next. Screams erupted from the five remaining raiders as the beast juked and ducked, doing a surprising job interfering with the aim of the raiders, and Logan.
It wasn't until the last raider died screaming that the beast actually started to show signs of damage. Sadly, this also meant that the beast was now focused on the last remaining person.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, Logan thought as he stared moving backwards firing as much as he could.
The beast closed the distance in seconds, ramming head first into Logan. Logan himself, both shocked and surprised, flew through the cab of a nearby semi and exiting through the other side. Slightly dazed Logan shook his head and re-centered his gaze on the beast. Blood flowed freely from the beast now, slowing its movement slightly. Logan aligned his minigun on the beast and pressed the button to fire, only to have it start clicking again.
Fuck! Out of rounds at a time like this, he thought before shouting "FUUUUCK!"
Looking for anything that could help Logan spotted the massive rifle that had dealt surprising amounts of damage. The only problem now was the fact he had a very angry and wounded beast between him and the rifle. Ripping the hood of the demolished semi Logan spun and through the hood directly at the horned demon. The beast swatted the makeshift frisbee with little effort, but that didn't matter as Logan had used the precious time to run passed the beast to the rifle. Roaring the beast launched itself as Logan dove for the rifle, stopping close enough to grab the rifle. Logan swung the massive gun to the beast and squeezed the trigger, not caring to aim precisely.
His luck showed it's ugly head as the round tore through the beast mouth, splitting half its head apart, its body sliding to a halt inches from Logan's feet.
Standing Logan threw his his into the air and yelled, "FUCK YEAH!"
Still cheering Logan didn't hear or see his HUD telling him that the armor's core had run out, so his cheering was cut short as the suit's back opened and shot him out. Feeling his ass against the cement was the first thing that registered in Logan's mind as he started to roll, finally coming to a stop on his back. He didn't care in the end throwing both his hands up for one more cheer before slipping into the warm embrace of unconsciousness.