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Somewhere in Terra

In edges of Ursus' vast northern tundra

Where once a nomadic city's slum took hold

Now lays in desolation , as its residents ran

Wrong man in wrong time arrives just in right place

Under the gloomy gray sky the cold air settled in as the sprawling slums extends ever so forth, built on top of each other with no regard of its appeal , for what it had for semblance of it's residence's livelihood was a disarray of it's hasty retreat blanketed by a knee deep snow. Among the one of the overflowing trash bins one of it moves on it own, it stumbled into a pavement with clatter as something forcefully kicks the lid, the sheer amount of force snaps the rusted weak lock. And the Six in fully modified advanced riot gear₍₎ crawls out of the mountain of trash it spewed forth, disoriented and confused.

He dusts off the trash and scum stuck on his armor's coat , and as regained his footing, he scanned his surroundings. The alleyway he found himself was rather off than anything he came across in the United States. Noticing a piece newspaper stuck on his boot's heel, he instinctively grabbed to throw it away but just before he threw it away, he realized the parchment of paper was not written in English. He scans the contents intensely.

'Strange, what is with this . Let's see it looks part of Latin alphabet but with extra lines here and there. hmm Never seen this character' rotating the paper to look at the Cyrillic from different angle in hope he remembers what language it was. Fruitless, frustration bubbled on him as he couldn't make sense of it. He never seen this kind of writing before. It was familiar but not really. Bringing up his pip-boy's scanner to the paper it gave a gibberish. His eyebrow narrows , all he could deduce was it was somewhere from Europe. 'Maybe it was in Soviet?' If only he seen one, he would've know.

Neatly folding the paper, he snuck the paper into his pocket. 'Right weird. If I find a linguist Follower I will ask about it' he straightens his stance and scans his surrounding once again 'Now ... Important question. Where in Uncle Sam's hell am I?'

Taking a cautious steps ahead, alert for any sign of presence . As chilly wind blows through the desolate buildings unto his coat he relaxes his posture for little bit. For now he knows that he is alone here. pressing some buttons on his pip-boy he got into data to map 'GPS on 0,0. Did sensors got damaged?' He fidgets with his pip-boy's sensors hoping it recalibrates his location but with no luck. 'Great. More maintenance'

Scrolling the button on pip-boy an a image of a compass with north and east shows up, turning his body around he saw the compass's direction changing 'At least compass seems to be working' taking a deep sigh he places his hand on his nape through the tough kevlar fabric tilting his head to side to side the vertebrae made audible crackling noise. Looking back to his pip-boy he thought to himself that what mattered most to him was that he wasn't completely lost for now.

Feeling his lips are dry instinctively he detaches helmet's rebreather and lets it hang over helmet as the other hand reached out to his trusty vault 13 canteen to take a little sip from it. Upon gulping down the water, he made audible huffing sounds as water tasted rotten. Despite the tainted water, he drank it all, unable to waste any of the liquid. Recovering to his composure, he felt the cold breeze on his skin. It was as cold as Jacob's Town all the way then. Looking over the horizon of the buildings he could clearly see white mountains. 'Was I this far in the northeast to be in snow knee deep in snow?'

Switching the pip-boy's map to local, the screen is now filled with rudimentary mapping of the surrounding. Walking through the snow blanked streets, Six's eyes scanned the area. Everything on the streets was looted as typical in these type of cities. His eyes darted toward the sky and saw the windy, gloomy sky.

Calling back to his [Survival], he recalls his past experience. "Seems like it will storm soon, Shelter wouldn't be problem here. Need to finish my business quick before I get stalled" Turning around, he reached out to grab his backpack only to realize it wasn't there. 'Shit.'

he quickly took a glance to his shoulder to realize his military backpack was gone. Heading back to a garbage pile he found himself in, he dug through it, sorting the trash as he searched for his gear. Usually, his backpack would always carry his camping gear and rations for the travel along side with maintenance gear and sling, boxes of ammo for his non concealable weapons.

After digging through the trash, he saw a glimpse of light within it, grabbing the source he found blue halo like object, a Valence radii-accentuator₍₎. Putting the halo on his head, he feels the protective barrier of Valence radii-accentuator taking in effect. After rummaging the rest of the garbage bin for another good minute, he found no trace of the rest of the gear. Dumbfounded, he took a seat on the snowy sidewalk as he took off the scum off the gloves. 'Non ideal, however still have small arms. Only the lack of a doctor's bag is gonna sting until I could buy new one. Rest of weapon and gear can be bought elsewhere.'

Getting back up, he decided to explore his surroundings . After turning a few streets drudging through the snow, he chose to get a good look by climbing up to the rooftops. He saw a stretch of slum sprawling around a crater of sorts. Much to his surprise, he realized the buildings he was walking past were constructed no less than a decade ago. It was not something a random group of a towns people would do as thrown together as these buildings were it wasn't built with limited supply and haste as settlements founded within ancient cities . 'The level of organization and planning that could be found within Legion or Republic would have. Other the organization likes of followers and Brotherhood do build outposts. However, it was outpost, not an settlement specially at this level. If My guess was right, then I was on the outer edge of the city, a less developed area. Strangely, no sky scrappers in the sky. perhaps this was a town or smaller city that sprawled into a city after the war?'

Pushing the question behind, he set course toward the crater for investigation. Sliding down the building, he made his way to the crater. While on the way, he noticed the increasing windy atmosphere enveloping the city, taking it as a sign that he hasten his pace forward.

Crunching of snow under his armored boot resonates through out the buildings as it followed by sound of chilly wind whistling was only audible sound amongst the eerie silence he was traversing through, the early signs of storm approaching was evident in the air 'Animals and critters would be hiding in a refuge now' he mused 'Strange where would the inhabitants would take shelter in? Not even single sign of human activity here' he thought to himself, the buildings he was walking past was enough to shelter against snowstorm. Lost in his thought he finally snapped out of it as he noticed the gradual shift of road straightening and buildings no longer looking as dilapidated where he found himself.

Arriving at the outer perimeter of the crater, he realized it wasn't a crater as he initially thought . It was a disrupted soil reaching as wide as the city he was in. Kneeling down, examining the soil he could tell it was plowed through by something colossus . Looking a around he could see the perimeter stretched over the horizon of his vison. 'Something really big'. From the marks and pattern of the soil, he could see it went further north.

Sky twisted with a orange as wind blew away the surrounding snow into direction he was looking at. Six glanced at his pip-boy's clock he saw it displayed 15:30. However, from the position of the sun, he could tell it wasn't past mid day.

A constant of a shattering of thunder started to echoes throughout the buildings. Turning back where source of the sound came from, his eyes couldn't believe what it saw as his mind came to disbelief. A terrific tempest of dark and searing orange swirling from the sky , surrounded by thunder crackling around it forming into a maelstrom. A strong red glow could be seen at the heart of the storm. It made no sense, it couldn't be possible, a storm of this magnitude in climate like this on a terrain like this. But it was there, uncaring of it's violation of a natural, its unparalleled ferocity rage was approaching from the horizon onset to engulf all on it's way.

As he took refuge from the onslaught of gusts slamming into building. The frail structures wobbled while the windows of the buildings, shattered as the ferocity of the wind gotten stronger. Suddenly from direction of the storm an a visible gust of wind with red glimmer surges into the city. Instantly the atmosphere was saturated with glimmering red dust as geigar counter starts crackling on Six's hand.

Trying to get to safe place he starts moving through the storm as he recalls seeing a prison of sorts nearby. It wasn't guarantee to his safety, however that was his best shot at survival. Running through out the streets as storm intensified on it's assault. He could barely see what was ahead as the red glimmering dust swirl in front of his vision. Occasionally he will glance at his pip-boy's screen displaying his health status for any abnormality as geigar counter's crackling like no tomorrow amidst the red dust put his mind at edge. And the ground trembling as something crashing into the ground was not easing it either.

Finally turning one last corner he arrived at barred gate of the fortified structure. Navigating to the steel gate he found the lock. He immediately grasped unto his lockpick kit , holding the lockpick and a tension wrench as tightly he could as he fought the intense wind. With seasoned efficiency unlocking the gate's mechanism he pushed the gate open as Six sprints toward the building. Behind him ground trembled as structures collapsing into rubble under the pressure of the storm. Slamming the door shut to he exhales.

As the storm raged outside his eyes scanned the interior of the building. He then checked his pip-boy's health status. Strangely his blood system wasn't irradiated to hell as it would from such exposure. Puzzled he then looked at to empty reception area with only reception table left behind. As he walked over the concrete floor he traced the desk with his finger, he could tell the dust settled for a while.

Going further into a long corridors. Six quickly mapped the building as he explored every room. 'Let's see offices, offices, offices, indoor training hall?' he looked at room filled with overturned wooden stool, empty weapon rack, dirty rags making the rather small training hall look even smaller. Going through what was left behind he sees a shooting target practice. Inspecting it closer he could see that the punctures on it is rather too shallow and wide to be made by a .22lr or BB pellets, rather it was made by broad headed arrows. Curious Six went to equipment storage room. Opening the wooden door with a creak he saw a rather empty room with a empty crates and straw dummies, most likely left because occupants didn't bother taking them it with them.

Seeing if anything is hidden in the corner he searched the room till he found a few wooden bolts, inspecting the bolt it was clear it was a dummy bolts to train up a recruit but it does not possess similar penetration profile to match the punctures made on the shooting target. Seeing there was nothing else Six left the training hall

Going through the corridor he took a turn to find himself a mess hall. Similar to other rooms it was left in disarray with furniture and utensils scattered on the ground. He went to serving area where food used to be distributed. The food trays were as expected empty. he opened the door to kitchen to try his luck at finding anything left. Surprisingly there was some cooking utensils left behind inside the sink. Looking at it , the pots were left uncleaned and traces of mold was growing on the food stains. Six then opened the fridge to find rotting and moldy stew left behind.

He could imagine the smell, as this kind of thing could be found in the desolate areas where tribals don't visit often. As he grabbed the stew, swirling the pot around as the contents inside the pot collapsed into itself turning into a mushy gray green slop. By judging the mold and whatever the bacterial petri dish it became.

[Endurance 7] Six assessed his synthetics stomach can break the contents down and gain what little nutritional value it has. He detaches his helmet's rebreather, as he does that strong smell assaults his nose. Unbothered by it he quickly gulps down the moldy slop. 'At least it has some kind of taste' as he finished the slop he huffed again to get rid of the putrid rancid after taste off his tongue. Placing the pot down 'Still more nutritious than 300 year old cram'.

After recovering from the taste he checks his pip-boy status to see his food need meter has gone down, not as much as he wanted but it was still a gain. He made sure to tuck his one remaining MRE firmly in his vest, keeping it secure.

Satisfied with a meal he went further into the corridor till he reached staircase. Going down for further, he walked into a sorry state that was the holding cells. Rusted metal bars and cracked pavement. Looking into the holding cells he saw a decayed corpses still clinging from the metal bars as there were numerous scratches made on the floor by metal bars or the occupants of the cell. "Pitiful end" he says under his breath.

[Perception 5] Inspecting the corpses more closer he found thin coat of shimmering crystallization covering the surfaces of the surrounding area. 'Bioweapon?' he pondered, bringing up his pip-boy to scan the crystallization. Pip-boy's scanners was not able to detect or give information about the structure of the crystal. Six narrowed his eyes at pip-boy's screen as more and more non-identifiable things showing up.

He took out one of his knife to sample the strange crystallization. As the tip of his blade scratched the dark crystallization. the coating cracked like a glass. 'Brittle' he commented before sealing the small sample of it into a tiny plastic bag. He inspected the sample as he rotated the plastic bag to get a look from other directions. Black glossy crystal.

Putting it into one of his pouches he continued to check the cells before coming to conclusion. The cells were full and considering the fact out of all buildings this buildings was left locked means they were locked here for sole purpose of dying here whenever that process included the black crystals or death from malnutrition was unclear.

As he sighed at the scene he went up to one of the offices to take his mind away from whatever atrocity that was recently committed here. As he leaned on to the wall off the office he enters a sleep to pass the time. As his eyes stared at cold concrete floor as he wondered where was he.

(1) currently worn riot gear. Lucky Six would call it Explorer riot gear, The fabric of kevlar is laced with radiation resistive linen making it look dark gray instead of dark brown. Riot helmet is painted with many decorative drawings by Six. Front of the helmet has icon of Follower Of Apocalypse. In one side there were A rose intertwined with a whiskey bottle. Then there is a sombrero and serape these two were quite detailed compared to other similarly drawn images. Further on there were writings. Most prominent one was number Six and followed by Latin of "electi tabellarium" and on opposites side of the helmet was written in English "Express courier" followed by "Shoot and die".