There aren't many Fallout x Percy Jackson crossovers. I'm a big fan of both, so I made one. I'm procrastinating on a model I need to make for college writing this. Chapters are mostly going to be shorter form, sort of Anthology type, varying between characters. I'll probably upload 2 to 3 chapters a week, depending on how heavy architecture school is.

Hope y'all enjoy it. I welcome any feedback, criticism, or suggestions.

Chief Hanlon's No good, Very Bad Day

Chief Hanlon was not having a good day.

First, The Legion took over Nelson, taking several prisoners and crucifying them. He wishes he had some of his veterans on hand. But no, they were in Baja California, chasing after reports of a Legion railway gun. Hanlon was pretty sure the reports he received about that were complete bullshit, made up by some scout high on jet, but Oliver had insisted.

Next, a goddamn pine forest appeared out of thin air across the river, which was strange because pine trees couldn't grow in the Mojave. Oh and, it hadn't been there the day before. Hanlon figured it was some fucked up Vault Tec experiment, like Vault 22. Hanlon had sent Ranger Clint Dobraty to investigate it. And now, Ranger Dobraty has returned to Camp Golf. According to the gate guards, he apparently remembered he had an urgent appointment with the Quartermaster.

Ranger Dobraty sat across from Chief Hanlon. He had a slightly confused expression on his face.

"I don't understand, Ranger." Hanlon lit a cigar. "You have a good track record. Why did you not complete your mission? What's all this I'm hearing about some urgent appointment?"

"What mission, Chief?" Dobraty had this strange wide-eyed look on his face, almost like he was in some kind of trance.

"The pine forest, remember?" Hanlon shot a puff of smoke out of his mouth.

"Pine forests? Forests don't grow here, Chief. Do you have me confused with someone else?"

"Exactly, Ranger. A forest appeared across the Colorado river. I sent you to investigate it. Why have you failed to complete your mission?"

"I don't recall being assigned any sort of mission of that nature, Sir."

"Ranger, are you fucking with me?" Hanlon stood up, extinguishing his Cigar. "Tell me the truth before I court marshal you."

"I swear, sir. I was never assigned any sort of mission to scout a forest!" Hanlon scanned the Ranger's face. He seemed earnest.

Hanlon signaled for the MPs to come in. "Take him to the brig. Hold him for questioning."

The MPs dragged Ranger Dobraty out of Hanlon's office. A NCR Army Private walked in, handing Hanlon an enclosed package. "Report from Colonel Moore, Sir! Very Urgent!" He Saluted.

"Be on your way, Private." The Private dropped his salute and exited the office.

Hanlon opened up the report. Fuck. It was about the forest. Moore had sent a squad to investigate it. They had returned with a myriad of excuses, and had insisted knowing nothing about their assignment. Something was wrong.

There was also another report from a patrol north of Nelson, which Moore thought might be correlated.

These troopers had encountered a Legion Patrol. However, these Legionaries were strange. They had pristine Gold armor and weren't carrying any firearms, instead wielding a variety of golden-bladed weapons. Moore's report said they looked like they were out of a Pre-war history book.

Apparently, there had been a brief skirmish. The troopers had opened fire on the Legionaries, and one, a small, pink-haired woman, had returned fire with some kind of large crossbow. The crossbow bolt had passed through a trooper without harming them at all. What the fuck?

After that, the Legionaries retreated to a rowboat. Moore also mentioned that the enemy had sustained no casualties, stating that bullets had bounced off their armor.

Hanlon pulled a bottle of whiskey out of his cabinet. This was going to be a long week.