Hello Readers! This fic is a playthrough of the Fallout 3 DLC, Operation Anchorage starring everyone's favorite Lone Wanderer: Verea the Commando.
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The dusty streets of Washington D.C. echoed with the music of Agatha's Stradivarius. A figure wearing a dirty duster and a storm chaser hat walked down the street. The figure was moving at a relaxed place, confident she was enjoying a rare moment of peace in the Capital Wasteland. Little did she know that she was being watched…
Buzz ambled over to Skipper oblivious to the med-x syringe still in his neck.
"Is that her!?" he asked excitedly "Is that Verea the Commando?"
"Yes it is" said Skipper, "She's all alone, Poor thing" with a deranged smile forming on her face.
"What kind of arms does she have?"
Skipper looked through the binoculars "Lemme see…she's got a mini-gun, a laser rifle, a flamethrower, and a short-range low-yield nuclear catapult."
" Well I'VE got this kitchen knife" said Buzz
"And I've got this rolling pin!"
…LET'S DO THIS!!!!! And they ambled over the hill to their prey.
The dusty figure, known throughout the Wastes as Verea the Commando, froze. Her body, honed from months of combat in the Wasteland, tensed. Her Commando senses were tingling. She knew that in the Wasteland, trouble could sneak up on you.
Agatha switched to another song.
In the brief period of silence between the switches, Verea heard the unmistakable sound of a chuckle in the breeze. "Raiders"
Raiders were very stupid. Chuckling before battle is a very bad move, however that didn't make them any less deadly. Of course Verea had taken on a Super Mutant Behemoth, she could handle some juiced up savages.
Verea kept moving; she knew she needed to lull the enemy into false sense of security, making them think she hadn't noticed them.
"Clink, clank, clunk" One of the idiots sat on a car, unaware of the fact that the metal plates on their armor clangs on the metal practically broadcasting his presence.
Sighing, Verea withdrew her AEP7 laser pistol from her right side. And a faint green light appeared as her Plasma Pistol materialized in her hand, summoned from her Pip-boy. She crossed her arms with the two energy weapons in her hands, and waited.
"LET'S DO THIS!!!!!" Showtime.
Verea whirled around, "five, too easy" and shot a laser into the legs on one of the raiders, who fell over cursing. The second raider was dead before he hit the ground after three bolts of plasma hit him in the face and chest. The third narrowly dodged green plasma burst.
"HAHA" she said. Then a red laser beam disintegrated her.
Verea heard a loud screaming behind. "Yes, just show me that you coming behind me" She whirled around and shot the raider in the head with both weapons, cutting his head clean from his shoulders.
Four down. Wait! Where is the fifth?
"Not bad honey." Verea turned around and saw a female raider standing in the road.
"Their job was to wear you down. Now you have to deal with ME!" The raider girl took out a nail board from her back and started to spin it around. "HYAH HOI" It was rather impressive.
Skipper finished twirling the board and settled into a perfect fighting stance like Verea had seen in many a kung-fu movie.
"How you like me now bitch?"
Verea shot her and Skipper dissolved into a puddle of goo.
"Dunderhead"
After looting the bodies of the dead raiders, Verea ambled up the ramp to the camp the raiders had made in an old parking lot. They didn't have much in the way of weapons but plenty in food and drink.
"Aaahhh, killing raiders sure makes a girl thirsty!" She snatched a bottle of whiskey from one of the shelves, as well as a squirrel on a stick. She plopped onto one of the chairs and proceeded to chow down. Verea switched her radio to Galaxy News Radio where "A Kiss to Build a Dream On" was playing. She relaxed in the relative shelter the raider fort had to offer. Life was good. She just had a thrilling fight. She was going to make some serious coin from the raider loot. And she was enjoying some good food. Yep it was as good as it gets in the Capitol Wasteland.
She particularly enjoyed the whiskey, as it was summer and pretty hot. Little did she know it was going to get a lot colder.
"Sir its no use, we've tried everything. The only way to enter the simulation requires the user to possess the correct computer interface."
"Computer interface huh? Hmm. Doesn't the girl who Casdin told us about possess a computer on her wrist?"
"A Pip-Boy sir"
"Exactly, we need to locate this…Verea."
"Yes sir!"