Fallout Idea and Recommendation Thread: Fanfiction. Fanfiction Never Changes.
- Thread starter robopanda
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reborn214
Deep in thought
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- California
I will try my hand at a wierd idea.
Bioshock X Fallout
"In the past, when the world was full of sin our lord unleashed a great flood to purge this world of sin. However God is merciful, he gave us the tools to create a new Eden on Earth, America,.
However, when the American Government diverged from their core principles, God punished us again and rained fire from the heavens purging he sinners. Still, God is always merciful.
We, the children of Columbia and the Enclave, are the inheritors of god's new world. We are the Noah's arc of this generation, and we will bring order to the Sodom below.
Now, you may ask, but prophet what of the heathens below us who have formed nations, the NCR, the Brotherhood of Steel, and Caeser's Legion.
The NCR is a pit of corruption filled with men of a lower breed than us Columbians. They welcome beasts such as Ghouls into their ranks. They represent the last dying gasps of the heretical government that brought fire from the heaven.
Caeser's Legion are a band of unwashed savages. Need I say more my children.
Finally, the false prophets, the so called Brotherhood of Steel. They are the worst of them all. Heretics that worship their codex, instead of the WORD OF OUR LORD."
Because Constock fits oddly well with being the leader of an ENCLAVE flying vault. Especially with his RACISM and purge the sub humans.
Bioshock X Fallout
"In the past, when the world was full of sin our lord unleashed a great flood to purge this world of sin. However God is merciful, he gave us the tools to create a new Eden on Earth, America,.
However, when the American Government diverged from their core principles, God punished us again and rained fire from the heavens purging he sinners. Still, God is always merciful.
We, the children of Columbia and the Enclave, are the inheritors of god's new world. We are the Noah's arc of this generation, and we will bring order to the Sodom below.
Now, you may ask, but prophet what of the heathens below us who have formed nations, the NCR, the Brotherhood of Steel, and Caeser's Legion.
The NCR is a pit of corruption filled with men of a lower breed than us Columbians. They welcome beasts such as Ghouls into their ranks. They represent the last dying gasps of the heretical government that brought fire from the heaven.
Caeser's Legion are a band of unwashed savages. Need I say more my children.
Finally, the false prophets, the so called Brotherhood of Steel. They are the worst of them all. Heretics that worship their codex, instead of the WORD OF OUR LORD."
Because Constock fits oddly well with being the leader of an ENCLAVE flying vault. Especially with his RACISM and purge the sub humans.
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- He/Him
eh I wanted to share and this seems to be the
youtube.com/watch?v=NCRlBHZzVts
youtube.com/watch?v=NCRlBHZzVts
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- He/Him
I had an idea for Fallout 4. Gonna spoiler box it for safety. note still kind of rough
Basic idea is that the Institute decides the East Coast Brotherhood of Steel is a threat after what goes down with Harkness and the Lone Wanderer so they decide to replace the Elder with a Synth. So by the time they get around to this, the Elder is Sarah. They kidnap her, make a synth copy of her with her memories. Then Sarah manages to escape right before they kill her. Though she dies shortly after reaching the Capital Wasteland. Synth!Sarah Escapes a few years later into the Boston Commonwealth. Though with no memories of the Institute and a firm belief she's the Real Sarah Lyons. She runs into the Sole Survivor shortly before the Prydwen arrives. Naturally this causes a whole mess of problems
RedrumSprinkles
The Fun Inquisitor
Coming forward as a delusional shipper, I think a Paladin Danse x Cait fic would be massively entertaining to read.
Watching them interact would be an absolute blast, IMO. After their recruitment by the Sole Survivor, they initially hate each other. Then, after some time, quests, and aiding the Sole Survivor, they find some common ground. Cait learns not to be so selfish, learning that looking out for others can be a good thing once in awhile. Through Cait, Danse learns that the wasteland is not so black and white as he first thought... and perhaps being a Knight Templar isn't what the Commonwealth needs.
And of course, the snark-to-snark combat would be never ending.
God, I'm a horrible person.
Watching them interact would be an absolute blast, IMO. After their recruitment by the Sole Survivor, they initially hate each other. Then, after some time, quests, and aiding the Sole Survivor, they find some common ground. Cait learns not to be so selfish, learning that looking out for others can be a good thing once in awhile. Through Cait, Danse learns that the wasteland is not so black and white as he first thought... and perhaps being a Knight Templar isn't what the Commonwealth needs.
And of course, the snark-to-snark combat would be never ending.
God, I'm a horrible person.
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Honestly if we're talking about shipping. Cait/Piper has pretty good basis in canon, admittedly only because Cait seems to rather like the idea of some sort of Cait/Sole Survivor/Piper Threesome.
RedrumSprinkles
The Fun Inquisitor
Good point. Mine was more wishful thinking than anything else. :lol
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- The Usual Room
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- He/Him
You know, I've got a fic idea where Codsworth just walks in on them while they are sleeping and accidentally waking them up.
robopanda
My avatar is the original Avatar!
- Location
- The Northern Air Temple
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- He/Him
I have a tentative rec from over on SB: Peace Day Never Came. Basically, Metal Gear Solid V Diamond Dogs in the Capital Wasteland. Venom Snake is also active in the Pitt.
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So question, what if for what ever reason (Raven Rock malfunctioning or something) the Enclave abandoned the Capital Wasteland before the events of three and ended up in Boston around the time of four?
Hotdog Vendor
Author of 'Sisters of Rail'
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- (5 + 3 * sqrt(5)) / 8
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- She/Her
Should I repost my FO4/Worm snip in here?
Darik29
Verified Delicious
Yes please!
Hotdog Vendor
Author of 'Sisters of Rail'
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- (5 + 3 * sqrt(5)) / 8
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- She/Her
As requested.
Note: this is a crossover with Worm, from the POV of Worm's protagonist, Taylor Hebert. So, major spoilers for Worm if you haven't read it.
Eleventy-one
I was at home when the Endbringer siren announced the end of life as I knew it. I didn't really have any choice in the matter. Dad had grounded me, and was watching me like a proverbial hawk. He'd had to admit that I probably wasn't a drug addict, as I hadn't shown any signs of withdrawal, but my sneaking out at night had scared him enough that he wasn't willing to let me leave the house on my own.
While my imprisonment was not absolute – I could have found a way to escape, especially with a few blocks worth of insects under my control – but I couldn't do that to Dad. He'd already lost Mom. I wouldn't force him to lose me too. I couldn't. So every day, I accompanied Dad to his dingy little office and tried to keep up on my school work, while outside in the real world, everything fell apart.
I hadn't told Dad the truth about my new friends – the Undersiders – because I'd realised that I couldn't betray them. But since I couldn't leave Dad either, I couldn't do anything to help them. He'd let me message Lisa and tell her I was okay but wouldn't be able to hang out for a while, but that was all, for a while. Then, with the help of my power, I'd managed to sneak my cellphone out of his room, and what I'd learned from it wasn't good.
The Undersiders had fallen afoul of the Empire 88, who in turn had been unmasked by Coil. They'd escaped in the end but were all varying degrees of badly hurt. I wondered whether I could have helped protect them, or if I would have fared as badly if I'd been with them. There was no way of knowing, but I still felt a little guilty.
On the brighter side, I was actually talking to Dad now. Not about the big things, like being a Supervillain, but about some of my thoughts and feelings and school problems. He understood now why I refused to go and I now understood why that bothered him so much. Our current compromise wasn't optimal, but even if I had been willing to attend Winslow, Dad wasn't willing to trust me to stay all day.
"Lying low until we recover. U?" was the latest message from Lisa. I began to compose a reply, apologising for not being there to help out. Engrossed as I was in the process of choosing appropriate words, I didn't notice Dad's approach.
"Didn't I lock that in my dresser?"
I briskly slipped the phone into my pocket, as if hiding it would reduce my guilt. "Uh... I had to check on Lisa." The truth – part of it – was the simplest defence.
"So you picked the lock? Taylor, you could have asked me. Why can't you trust me?"
I couldn't bear to see the disappointment on his face. "I..." In that moment, I hoped for anything, anything at all, to serve as a distraction. A cloud of flies might have helped, but I was frozen, my mind blanked by the pressure of trying to think of something to say. The more I tried to think of something to say or do, the less I thought of. "Uh..."
That was the moment the siren activated.
For a brief moment, I was relieved. Then I realised what it was, and my relief turned to panic, fear, and shame at my relief. "Endbringer!"
Dad looked around as if he expected to see something. "TV!" he blurted. "We should turn the TV on."
"Yes." He was right. We should. My brain finally slipped back into gear, and I scrambled for the remote.
When I switched it on, the television screen turned white, with large lettering spelling out the situation. A calm but urgent female voice repeatedly read out the same message. "The Endbringer known as Behemoth is approaching Brockton Bay. Please remain calm and proceed to the nearest Endbringer Vault. Fortress-Tech personnel will see you to safety. Thank you."
The text was replaced with a map of Brockton Bay, colour coded to show which area was serviced by which vault. A website and a helpline for anyone who required additional information were also displayed and read out by the same voice.
"I need to go," I said, already taking stock of my bugs. I didn't know what good they would be against Behemoth, but I had to try. In a corner of my mind, I wondered what Behemoth was doing attacking Brockton Bay. A coastal city seemed more Leviathan's sort of target.
"Yes. To the vault," Dad said.
"No, to help my friends," I said. To help in the fight, was what I really meant.
"Taylor! Your friends will be going to their nearest vault too. Behemoth is on the way. Now isn't the time to go looking for people. If we don't follow the emergency directions, we'll only create trouble for the emergency crews and the Heroes who come to defend the city."
"And the Villains."
"Yes," Dad said uncomfortably.
"It doesn't feel right to hide in safety while others..."
"Taylor, it's our place to hide, while others fight for us. Getting ourselves killed won't help them. What good could we do, anyway?"
"I..." He had a point. What good were bugs against a walking nuclear disaster? "Did you say 'we'?"
"There's no way I'd let you go off on your own. I couldn't bear waiting in a vault while you..."
That clinched it for me. "Okay. Fine. To the vault it is."
-
As it was, we were almost too late. The rumblings of Behemoth's approach grew in intensity as we took our places at the entrance to the vault. Even as the elevator began to lower us into the ground, we could see the growing orange glow in the distance, heralding the Endbringer's arrival. Instinctively, we ducked, fearful of radiation.
I'd managed to slip a few bugs into the folds of my clothes, but the situation had forced me to leave the bulk behind. The vault wasn't insect free, however, so I'd been able to map out some of the corridors even before we entered. This helped me feel more comfortable in the new environment, compared to the others in the latest batch of arrivals. As we walked, Dad held my hand, with probably did more to comfort him than me.
As we moved deeper into the vault, we were checked off a list, and were provided fresh clean jumpsuits to change into for the duration of our stay. Before we could move into deeper levels of the vault, we had to change into our new clothes, and be cleaned of radiation as a precaution. The friendly Fort-Tech staff checked us off a list and pointed us the way to the modules that were designed for this process.
"Taylor? Taylor! It is you!"
I recognised that voice, and knew the grin that it came from. "Lisa! Are you alright?" Noticeable bruising and a couple of deep scratches marred her freckled face.
"I'll be okay," she said wearily. "The broken hand is gonna be a pain for a while."
I realised she had a splint around her left hand. In her right hand, was a smaller hand... which was attached to a small girl. "Who's your friend?" I asked.
"This is Dinah. I'm looking after her for my boss. Dinah, this is my friend Taylor."
"Hi Taylor," Dinah said, in a rather airy way. I noticed that her eyes were lazy and unfocused. "Do you have any candy?"
"Um, no," I said, though I checked my pockets just to be sure. It was a little awkward, as I had to hold my vault suit at the same time. "Hey, we'd all better get changed."
"Yeah," Lisa said. "I'm not sure I like the looks of these machines though. Dinah, what's the chance..."
Dinah didn't let her finish the question. "There's only a 4.21% chance any of us will be harmed at all within a week from now."
How did she know that? She had to be some kind of precog. And Lisa was caring for her under orders of the boss, Coil. And on top of that, she seemed to be drugged. That didn't paint a pretty picture, but now wasn't the time to ask questions. Those could wait until after we'd changed and the Fort-Tech staff were looking less impatient with us.
"Sounds pretty safe," I said.
Lisa nodded. "I still wish I knew enough to even start to figure out how these scrubbers work."
"What was that about percentages?" Dad asked.
"Don't worry about it," Lisa said with a smile.
Dad shrugged. "I will have questions," he said as he picked out an empty decontamination pod. I took the one to his right, and Lisa found one directly opposite mine.
"Hey, can Dinah share with me?" Lisa asked the Fort-Tech guy who was overseeing the process. "She's pretty out of it, and we're fairly small."
He quickly sized them up. "Yeah, it's cool."
"Thanks." Lisa stepped into the pod, and helped Dinah up after her. "Cool..." I heard her repeat to herself. "There's something..."
"Can I have some candy after this?" Dinah asked, right before our pods closed.
I busied myself changing into my new blue and yellow outfit. It was comfortable, and warm, but not very feminine.
"Occupant secure," the pod announced. "Process complete."
That was quick.
"In 5... 4... 3..."
The world turned white as the pod's window froze over.
Note: this is a crossover with Worm, from the POV of Worm's protagonist, Taylor Hebert. So, major spoilers for Worm if you haven't read it.
Eleventy-one
I was at home when the Endbringer siren announced the end of life as I knew it. I didn't really have any choice in the matter. Dad had grounded me, and was watching me like a proverbial hawk. He'd had to admit that I probably wasn't a drug addict, as I hadn't shown any signs of withdrawal, but my sneaking out at night had scared him enough that he wasn't willing to let me leave the house on my own.
While my imprisonment was not absolute – I could have found a way to escape, especially with a few blocks worth of insects under my control – but I couldn't do that to Dad. He'd already lost Mom. I wouldn't force him to lose me too. I couldn't. So every day, I accompanied Dad to his dingy little office and tried to keep up on my school work, while outside in the real world, everything fell apart.
I hadn't told Dad the truth about my new friends – the Undersiders – because I'd realised that I couldn't betray them. But since I couldn't leave Dad either, I couldn't do anything to help them. He'd let me message Lisa and tell her I was okay but wouldn't be able to hang out for a while, but that was all, for a while. Then, with the help of my power, I'd managed to sneak my cellphone out of his room, and what I'd learned from it wasn't good.
The Undersiders had fallen afoul of the Empire 88, who in turn had been unmasked by Coil. They'd escaped in the end but were all varying degrees of badly hurt. I wondered whether I could have helped protect them, or if I would have fared as badly if I'd been with them. There was no way of knowing, but I still felt a little guilty.
On the brighter side, I was actually talking to Dad now. Not about the big things, like being a Supervillain, but about some of my thoughts and feelings and school problems. He understood now why I refused to go and I now understood why that bothered him so much. Our current compromise wasn't optimal, but even if I had been willing to attend Winslow, Dad wasn't willing to trust me to stay all day.
"Lying low until we recover. U?" was the latest message from Lisa. I began to compose a reply, apologising for not being there to help out. Engrossed as I was in the process of choosing appropriate words, I didn't notice Dad's approach.
"Didn't I lock that in my dresser?"
I briskly slipped the phone into my pocket, as if hiding it would reduce my guilt. "Uh... I had to check on Lisa." The truth – part of it – was the simplest defence.
"So you picked the lock? Taylor, you could have asked me. Why can't you trust me?"
I couldn't bear to see the disappointment on his face. "I..." In that moment, I hoped for anything, anything at all, to serve as a distraction. A cloud of flies might have helped, but I was frozen, my mind blanked by the pressure of trying to think of something to say. The more I tried to think of something to say or do, the less I thought of. "Uh..."
That was the moment the siren activated.
For a brief moment, I was relieved. Then I realised what it was, and my relief turned to panic, fear, and shame at my relief. "Endbringer!"
Dad looked around as if he expected to see something. "TV!" he blurted. "We should turn the TV on."
"Yes." He was right. We should. My brain finally slipped back into gear, and I scrambled for the remote.
When I switched it on, the television screen turned white, with large lettering spelling out the situation. A calm but urgent female voice repeatedly read out the same message. "The Endbringer known as Behemoth is approaching Brockton Bay. Please remain calm and proceed to the nearest Endbringer Vault. Fortress-Tech personnel will see you to safety. Thank you."
The text was replaced with a map of Brockton Bay, colour coded to show which area was serviced by which vault. A website and a helpline for anyone who required additional information were also displayed and read out by the same voice.
"I need to go," I said, already taking stock of my bugs. I didn't know what good they would be against Behemoth, but I had to try. In a corner of my mind, I wondered what Behemoth was doing attacking Brockton Bay. A coastal city seemed more Leviathan's sort of target.
"Yes. To the vault," Dad said.
"No, to help my friends," I said. To help in the fight, was what I really meant.
"Taylor! Your friends will be going to their nearest vault too. Behemoth is on the way. Now isn't the time to go looking for people. If we don't follow the emergency directions, we'll only create trouble for the emergency crews and the Heroes who come to defend the city."
"And the Villains."
"Yes," Dad said uncomfortably.
"It doesn't feel right to hide in safety while others..."
"Taylor, it's our place to hide, while others fight for us. Getting ourselves killed won't help them. What good could we do, anyway?"
"I..." He had a point. What good were bugs against a walking nuclear disaster? "Did you say 'we'?"
"There's no way I'd let you go off on your own. I couldn't bear waiting in a vault while you..."
That clinched it for me. "Okay. Fine. To the vault it is."
-
As it was, we were almost too late. The rumblings of Behemoth's approach grew in intensity as we took our places at the entrance to the vault. Even as the elevator began to lower us into the ground, we could see the growing orange glow in the distance, heralding the Endbringer's arrival. Instinctively, we ducked, fearful of radiation.
I'd managed to slip a few bugs into the folds of my clothes, but the situation had forced me to leave the bulk behind. The vault wasn't insect free, however, so I'd been able to map out some of the corridors even before we entered. This helped me feel more comfortable in the new environment, compared to the others in the latest batch of arrivals. As we walked, Dad held my hand, with probably did more to comfort him than me.
As we moved deeper into the vault, we were checked off a list, and were provided fresh clean jumpsuits to change into for the duration of our stay. Before we could move into deeper levels of the vault, we had to change into our new clothes, and be cleaned of radiation as a precaution. The friendly Fort-Tech staff checked us off a list and pointed us the way to the modules that were designed for this process.
"Taylor? Taylor! It is you!"
I recognised that voice, and knew the grin that it came from. "Lisa! Are you alright?" Noticeable bruising and a couple of deep scratches marred her freckled face.
"I'll be okay," she said wearily. "The broken hand is gonna be a pain for a while."
I realised she had a splint around her left hand. In her right hand, was a smaller hand... which was attached to a small girl. "Who's your friend?" I asked.
"This is Dinah. I'm looking after her for my boss. Dinah, this is my friend Taylor."
"Hi Taylor," Dinah said, in a rather airy way. I noticed that her eyes were lazy and unfocused. "Do you have any candy?"
"Um, no," I said, though I checked my pockets just to be sure. It was a little awkward, as I had to hold my vault suit at the same time. "Hey, we'd all better get changed."
"Yeah," Lisa said. "I'm not sure I like the looks of these machines though. Dinah, what's the chance..."
Dinah didn't let her finish the question. "There's only a 4.21% chance any of us will be harmed at all within a week from now."
How did she know that? She had to be some kind of precog. And Lisa was caring for her under orders of the boss, Coil. And on top of that, she seemed to be drugged. That didn't paint a pretty picture, but now wasn't the time to ask questions. Those could wait until after we'd changed and the Fort-Tech staff were looking less impatient with us.
"Sounds pretty safe," I said.
Lisa nodded. "I still wish I knew enough to even start to figure out how these scrubbers work."
"What was that about percentages?" Dad asked.
"Don't worry about it," Lisa said with a smile.
Dad shrugged. "I will have questions," he said as he picked out an empty decontamination pod. I took the one to his right, and Lisa found one directly opposite mine.
"Hey, can Dinah share with me?" Lisa asked the Fort-Tech guy who was overseeing the process. "She's pretty out of it, and we're fairly small."
He quickly sized them up. "Yeah, it's cool."
"Thanks." Lisa stepped into the pod, and helped Dinah up after her. "Cool..." I heard her repeat to herself. "There's something..."
"Can I have some candy after this?" Dinah asked, right before our pods closed.
I busied myself changing into my new blue and yellow outfit. It was comfortable, and warm, but not very feminine.
"Occupant secure," the pod announced. "Process complete."
That was quick.
"In 5... 4... 3..."
The world turned white as the pod's window froze over.
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Yes I'm from the New California Republic but no I'm not a damn tourist. DC sucks, lousy Brotherhood. You know I'd be safe and warm if I was in LA... well safe-ish anyway
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this one i liked -a good and fun fic.
Fallout Idea and Recommendation Thread: Fanfiction. Fanfiction Never Changes.
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By:Familiar47
Long after the days of the Courier and the Lone Wanderer, humanity uses the technology of alien visitors to build themselves back up. When they reach out into the cosmos however, they discover that the galaxy is not always receptive to the adventurous. Rated for violence and language. Bashing kept at a minimum.
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a crossover with ME, the best where humanity reached from the wasteland to stars IMHO. replaces ME humanity with fallout one.
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By: Toasterman
Slung halfway across the galaxy by a malfunctioning matter transmitter, Sentinel Sarah Lyons and ten-year-old Arthur Maxson struggle to navigate the strange and hostile environs of a planet undreamt of, with nothing more than their wits and a suit of T-51b powered armor to survive the wilderness of Nirn.
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i really liked that one-it shows the culture shock between Capital wasteland and Skyrim well. good read.
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As Humanity continues to survive its own desolation, a probe from its past is found by a lone Quarian scout ship looking for new resources for the Migrant Fleet. They followed it back home, and found only ruins. They didn't expect to find survivors.
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a crossover with Tokyo Ghoul, it just started, but nice so far.
October 22, 2077
Nora saves me, again.
I want to hold her warm hand in mine, touch sufficing where words so often fail me, but she's occupied cradling our child to her breast. So I'm looking into her wet eyes when a second sun dawns over her shoulder. Even seen indirectly, the magnesium white bloom sears my eyes. It doesn't precisely hurt. The intricate mechanism that is the human retina boasts no pain receptors. Yet my heart nearly bursts from my chest from the twin shocks—seeing a Bomb for real, and then seeing nothing at all.
My shout is lost amidst the general panic. Vault-Tec's onsite coordinator hollers for his underlinings to send the elevator down now now NOW. In response, the mechanism underfoot slowly grinds to life. A small clammy hand finds my wrist. I jerk my head toward its owner—mere ingrained instinct. My world is still darkness. Still, my ears work fine.
"Can't this thing move faster?" Mrs. Whitfield begs. Her fingernails begin to dig into my skin. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh g—"
A stiff, hot wind whips over our heads.
And we descend.
No one speaks.
Stranded in solitude, my brain goes to work on the last thing I saw — not for forever, I tell myself, just until the flash blindness subsides. Forty minutes? An hour? Surely less time with proper treatment from the Vault's clinic.
I force my many fears aside. I focus on the sterile science of the atomic detonation. It isn't my area of expertise, but ballpark estimations are simple enough with basic first-hand observations. Foremost among them is the cold comfort that Boston proper wasn't directly struck. The gap between the blinding flash and the shockwave hitting us was too long. No, one of the city's southern suburbs had been hit. Dedham or Milton, most likely.
Poor aim? Or are the Reds saturation bombing the Boston metropolitan area to overwhelm the defense grid, and one missile slipped through?
Either way, the damage is done.
And that damage doesn't include us, I think, only to feel a belated pang of guilt. But only a pang. I had known, intellectually, that Vault 111 could hold only so many people, and it still represented a substantial investment. A practical demonstration changes nothing for me. If anything, it underlines the math. After all, Nora is still here, and so is Shawn, and as many of our neighbors as could be economically managed.
The elevator's deceleration draws me out of my thoughts. I am not the lone instance of such action. I feel the steely fingers of Mrs. Whitfield slip away. I stay ramrod still, not wanting to risking knocking over Nora and our child with blind blundering.
We come to a rest. There is the clanking of heavy steel and the hiss of hot steam. None of the seamless efficiency of modern atomic technology; the gleaming clockwork that makes — made, I correct myself — robots like Codsworth run. Vault-Tec's machinery is brutalist, with a throwback Soviet-style design philosophy. It is built for endurance and endurance alone. A cage door clatters open. I know it will lead into the Vault proper. I have been here many times before.
"We did it," Nora says, voice upbeat and close. "We made it. We're okay."
A brusque, unfamiliar man announces himself. I carefully turn myself to face the sound of his voice. "Everyone, please step off the elevator and proceed up the stairs in an orderly fashion." But while the surface pyrotechnics had stupefied them, this blustering simply awakens them to harsh reality.
"Wh-what what's going on?!"
"You know, I left my front door unlock. I-I can't get that out of my head."
"Oh God. Oh God. My cousin lived in—"
There's a wet, retching sound of someone being sick.
Overseer Boyle steps up, the picture of a carnival huckster where the other man was stereotypically military. "Don't worry, folks! We'll get everyone situated in your new home: Vault 111. A better future—underground!"
Mr. Able, who counts cards at their Sunday poker games, not that I hold that against him, even if I resist the urge to do that same, isn't onboard with the change in conversation. He's talking to himself, and not in a 'thinking-out-loud' sort of way. "If you had left a minute later, you'd be... Jesus..."
"No no no! Don't get caught up thinking about all that nonsense. You're safe now. That's what matters. Now, everyone head up these stairs and through the door over there."
"Up... those...?"
"That's right! Just up these stairs! We'll get you settled into your new home."
I hear the others walk past me slowly.
"...Hon? What's wrong?"
"I'm fine," I say. "Nothing a Stimpak won't cure."
==================
"Vault-Tec is here for you. All new residents, please proc—"
The public address system cuts off with a hiss of white noise, but it is only catching up with the rest of the staff, who dropped their masquerade a good half-hour ago and left to assume their normal duties. Only two remain to attend to Nora and I. One is Dr. Rankine, who should be monitoring the cryogenic pod vitals rather than my recovering eyesight, whatever the Overseer insists. The other is Vault-Tec security guard. Once I can finally make out the print on his name tag — Stanley — Dr. Rankine pronounces me fit for duty.
Nora has donned a unisex Vault-Tech suit in the meanwhile and, like anything else my wife wears, she manages to look divine. Shawn has been swaddled in a clean, sterile white shawl.
I walk them to their cryogenic pod: C7.
Stanley tags along, because of regulations, but has the decency to look the other way when I lean towards Nora for a kiss. Her breath is warm against my face, still freshly shaven not an hour ago but what is now a lifetime past.
"A goodnight kiss?" Nora asks impishly.
"For you, my love. For me, it is goodbye — but only for now."
My wife steps into her pod, our child in hand. A single button press is all it takes to begin the elaborate automated process, one that I spent years perfecting. I press the button free of any inner doubt or reservation. A nearby speaker continues the kabuki of a 'decontamination process', counting down from five.
Afterwards, I stop and stare through the frosted porthole.
Half a year until the All-Clear. No time at all to my beloved wife and son, but an eternity for me. There are a thousand things to do in Vault 111: life-signs to monitor, experiments to run, reports to file. Enough that I'm sure the stress will finish off what little prematurely greying hair genetics has seen fit to leave me. But memories of my family, and the promise of making new memories in the world to come, will warm me through the long nights ahead. So, into my mind I burn the image of Nora and Shawn slumbering, as surely as that nuclear explosion seared my eyes.
I don't know how long I stand there, hands clasped behind my back. I only know the guard finally coughs politely. "Um, Doctor Fries?" He says it like 'french fries', in a heavy Boston accent.
"It's pronounced 'freeze', actually."
"Oh." A pause. "For real? I mean... um... aw shit."
I turn my head, smiling gamely. "It's all right. I actually studied cryogenics because of my name, and that childhood fancy led me to become the foremost expert in my field." I gesture to the pods. "Led me to design and build these, to save the people dearest to me."
"That's wicked sweet." He offers me a gloved hand. "Stanley Kavanagh."
"Victor," I say, shaking. "Doctor Victor Fries."
Nora saves me, again.
I want to hold her warm hand in mine, touch sufficing where words so often fail me, but she's occupied cradling our child to her breast. So I'm looking into her wet eyes when a second sun dawns over her shoulder. Even seen indirectly, the magnesium white bloom sears my eyes. It doesn't precisely hurt. The intricate mechanism that is the human retina boasts no pain receptors. Yet my heart nearly bursts from my chest from the twin shocks—seeing a Bomb for real, and then seeing nothing at all.
My shout is lost amidst the general panic. Vault-Tec's onsite coordinator hollers for his underlinings to send the elevator down now now NOW. In response, the mechanism underfoot slowly grinds to life. A small clammy hand finds my wrist. I jerk my head toward its owner—mere ingrained instinct. My world is still darkness. Still, my ears work fine.
"Can't this thing move faster?" Mrs. Whitfield begs. Her fingernails begin to dig into my skin. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh g—"
A stiff, hot wind whips over our heads.
And we descend.
No one speaks.
Stranded in solitude, my brain goes to work on the last thing I saw — not for forever, I tell myself, just until the flash blindness subsides. Forty minutes? An hour? Surely less time with proper treatment from the Vault's clinic.
I force my many fears aside. I focus on the sterile science of the atomic detonation. It isn't my area of expertise, but ballpark estimations are simple enough with basic first-hand observations. Foremost among them is the cold comfort that Boston proper wasn't directly struck. The gap between the blinding flash and the shockwave hitting us was too long. No, one of the city's southern suburbs had been hit. Dedham or Milton, most likely.
Poor aim? Or are the Reds saturation bombing the Boston metropolitan area to overwhelm the defense grid, and one missile slipped through?
Either way, the damage is done.
And that damage doesn't include us, I think, only to feel a belated pang of guilt. But only a pang. I had known, intellectually, that Vault 111 could hold only so many people, and it still represented a substantial investment. A practical demonstration changes nothing for me. If anything, it underlines the math. After all, Nora is still here, and so is Shawn, and as many of our neighbors as could be economically managed.
The elevator's deceleration draws me out of my thoughts. I am not the lone instance of such action. I feel the steely fingers of Mrs. Whitfield slip away. I stay ramrod still, not wanting to risking knocking over Nora and our child with blind blundering.
We come to a rest. There is the clanking of heavy steel and the hiss of hot steam. None of the seamless efficiency of modern atomic technology; the gleaming clockwork that makes — made, I correct myself — robots like Codsworth run. Vault-Tec's machinery is brutalist, with a throwback Soviet-style design philosophy. It is built for endurance and endurance alone. A cage door clatters open. I know it will lead into the Vault proper. I have been here many times before.
"We did it," Nora says, voice upbeat and close. "We made it. We're okay."
A brusque, unfamiliar man announces himself. I carefully turn myself to face the sound of his voice. "Everyone, please step off the elevator and proceed up the stairs in an orderly fashion." But while the surface pyrotechnics had stupefied them, this blustering simply awakens them to harsh reality.
"Wh-what what's going on?!"
"You know, I left my front door unlock. I-I can't get that out of my head."
"Oh God. Oh God. My cousin lived in—"
There's a wet, retching sound of someone being sick.
Overseer Boyle steps up, the picture of a carnival huckster where the other man was stereotypically military. "Don't worry, folks! We'll get everyone situated in your new home: Vault 111. A better future—underground!"
Mr. Able, who counts cards at their Sunday poker games, not that I hold that against him, even if I resist the urge to do that same, isn't onboard with the change in conversation. He's talking to himself, and not in a 'thinking-out-loud' sort of way. "If you had left a minute later, you'd be... Jesus..."
"No no no! Don't get caught up thinking about all that nonsense. You're safe now. That's what matters. Now, everyone head up these stairs and through the door over there."
"Up... those...?"
"That's right! Just up these stairs! We'll get you settled into your new home."
I hear the others walk past me slowly.
"...Hon? What's wrong?"
"I'm fine," I say. "Nothing a Stimpak won't cure."
==================
"Vault-Tec is here for you. All new residents, please proc—"
The public address system cuts off with a hiss of white noise, but it is only catching up with the rest of the staff, who dropped their masquerade a good half-hour ago and left to assume their normal duties. Only two remain to attend to Nora and I. One is Dr. Rankine, who should be monitoring the cryogenic pod vitals rather than my recovering eyesight, whatever the Overseer insists. The other is Vault-Tec security guard. Once I can finally make out the print on his name tag — Stanley — Dr. Rankine pronounces me fit for duty.
Nora has donned a unisex Vault-Tech suit in the meanwhile and, like anything else my wife wears, she manages to look divine. Shawn has been swaddled in a clean, sterile white shawl.
I walk them to their cryogenic pod: C7.
Stanley tags along, because of regulations, but has the decency to look the other way when I lean towards Nora for a kiss. Her breath is warm against my face, still freshly shaven not an hour ago but what is now a lifetime past.
"A goodnight kiss?" Nora asks impishly.
"For you, my love. For me, it is goodbye — but only for now."
My wife steps into her pod, our child in hand. A single button press is all it takes to begin the elaborate automated process, one that I spent years perfecting. I press the button free of any inner doubt or reservation. A nearby speaker continues the kabuki of a 'decontamination process', counting down from five.
Afterwards, I stop and stare through the frosted porthole.
Half a year until the All-Clear. No time at all to my beloved wife and son, but an eternity for me. There are a thousand things to do in Vault 111: life-signs to monitor, experiments to run, reports to file. Enough that I'm sure the stress will finish off what little prematurely greying hair genetics has seen fit to leave me. But memories of my family, and the promise of making new memories in the world to come, will warm me through the long nights ahead. So, into my mind I burn the image of Nora and Shawn slumbering, as surely as that nuclear explosion seared my eyes.
I don't know how long I stand there, hands clasped behind my back. I only know the guard finally coughs politely. "Um, Doctor Fries?" He says it like 'french fries', in a heavy Boston accent.
"It's pronounced 'freeze', actually."
"Oh." A pause. "For real? I mean... um... aw shit."
I turn my head, smiling gamely. "It's all right. I actually studied cryogenics because of my name, and that childhood fancy led me to become the foremost expert in my field." I gesture to the pods. "Led me to design and build these, to save the people dearest to me."
"That's wicked sweet." He offers me a gloved hand. "Stanley Kavanagh."
"Victor," I say, shaking. "Doctor Victor Fries."
~ Presenting ~
REFINING FIRE
FALLOUT 4 / BATMAN
"Ladies. Gentlemen. You have eaten well. You've eaten this world's wealth. Its spirit.
Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on... none of you are safe."
REFINING FIRE
FALLOUT 4 / BATMAN
"Ladies. Gentlemen. You have eaten well. You've eaten this world's wealth. Its spirit.
Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on... none of you are safe."
VolantRedX
Official Conscience of Worm Fanfiction!
Kent's in for a surprise.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
Fixed for accuracy.
VolantRedX
Official Conscience of Worm Fanfiction!
I was more refering to the fact that there is one character that really wants to see a costumed hero in the Commonwealth.
Some random Fallout 4 AU ideas...
* Two for the Price of One — Both Nora and Nate survive Shaun's kidnapping, and defrost together later on. But how long will their relationship survive the loss everything?
* Hey, She's Stuff in a Fridge — Green Lantern crossover. Sergeant Kyle Rayner was a part of the Canadian Occupation Force's press corps, and wartime cartoonist for Stars and Stripes. He eventually musters out after serving his time and meeting a photographer he knows named Alexandra DeWitt. Life happens. The world ends. Kyle loses everything. Dazed, he stumbles into the ruins of his home and finds that Codsworth has, helpfully, maintained a small stock of vintage booze that Kyle gets shitfaced on. When he stumbles outside to take a piss (the toilet being literally broken into pieces), Kyle finds himself accosted by... a blue midget in red robes, who pawns a green ring off on him.
Now Kyle Rayner has the power to find his son and avenge his wife, and he doesn't lack for will. But when you can do literally anything that you put your mind, and are plunked down into a shattered Commonwealth that certain people want to stay shattered, your plans — and the plans certain people have for you — won't survive contact with reality.
And then there's the small matter of the guy who used to own Kyle's miraculous ring...
* Mr. Valentine and Ms. Valentine: No Relation — Cowboy Bebop crossover. There's a clerical error in Vault 111's records about who's in whose pod and, instead of saving Shaun's mother as the backup, a ne'er-do-well by the name of Faye Valentine finds herself waking up to the Commonwealth (minus a few memories thanks to the cryo). With no real interest in the people who kidnapped some random dude's kid, Faye focuses on collecting caps and finding comfort as a con woman... at least until she runs afoul of Nick Valentine, and ends up shanghaied as hisfellow cowboy fellow bounty hunter apprentice. But hunting for clues about their pasts will soon catch up with both detectives, because the Institute isn't through with them yet.
* Two for the Price of One — Both Nora and Nate survive Shaun's kidnapping, and defrost together later on. But how long will their relationship survive the loss everything?
* Hey, She's Stuff in a Fridge — Green Lantern crossover. Sergeant Kyle Rayner was a part of the Canadian Occupation Force's press corps, and wartime cartoonist for Stars and Stripes. He eventually musters out after serving his time and meeting a photographer he knows named Alexandra DeWitt. Life happens. The world ends. Kyle loses everything. Dazed, he stumbles into the ruins of his home and finds that Codsworth has, helpfully, maintained a small stock of vintage booze that Kyle gets shitfaced on. When he stumbles outside to take a piss (the toilet being literally broken into pieces), Kyle finds himself accosted by... a blue midget in red robes, who pawns a green ring off on him.
Now Kyle Rayner has the power to find his son and avenge his wife, and he doesn't lack for will. But when you can do literally anything that you put your mind, and are plunked down into a shattered Commonwealth that certain people want to stay shattered, your plans — and the plans certain people have for you — won't survive contact with reality.
And then there's the small matter of the guy who used to own Kyle's miraculous ring...
* Mr. Valentine and Ms. Valentine: No Relation — Cowboy Bebop crossover. There's a clerical error in Vault 111's records about who's in whose pod and, instead of saving Shaun's mother as the backup, a ne'er-do-well by the name of Faye Valentine finds herself waking up to the Commonwealth (minus a few memories thanks to the cryo). With no real interest in the people who kidnapped some random dude's kid, Faye focuses on collecting caps and finding comfort as a con woman... at least until she runs afoul of Nick Valentine, and ends up shanghaied as his
VolantRedX
Official Conscience of Worm Fanfiction!
While I like the idea, I think an issue is that Faye is much better as a side character rather than a protagonist. It'd likely work better from Nick's POV having to deal with her, but then it sort of cheapens the plot given that Nick himself is not fully flushed out.
Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
Idea: Not set in any of the actual settings, but what about a caravan of guys who decide to try and go from the east coast to the NCR? A grand journey fic of a small group (waxing and waning as people decide to give up or join up, or just getting whacked) fighting through all the hazards of the country to reach relative safety.Dealing with stuff like Caesar's Legion, the supposed multi-mile wide dust twisters on the great plains, yao guai, death claws, raiders, radioactive water, just... no big nemesis, just people seeking a better life.
RedrumSprinkles
The Fun Inquisitor
This would be fucking awesome. Honestly, I think this would be the best story to bring Fallout to the small screen. Imagine this an HBO miniseries.
Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
Shit, man. Imagine seeing a deathclaw in it. Or a securitron, or running across some asshat with an X-01.
RedrumSprinkles
The Fun Inquisitor
Encountering a Deathclaw at the end of the season would really hit home how fucking terrifying those things are.
Personally though, I'd like to see more minor things, like how people live their lives across the country. I think a couple episodes about them crossing the Great Divide and meeting up with whoever lives there would be fascinating to see.
Then of course the New Reno/New Vegas episode!
