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| Fallout: Amendment 25; Me & Cy | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 26 2009, 10:34 AM (868 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Sep 26 2009, 10:34 AM Post #1 |
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"War." Muttered the elderly man, his gray beard the only part of his face visible under the hood of his blue cloak. "War never changes." "Well put, brother." Croaked another old man, this one black-bearded with a gray cloak. "The Enclave, as the Lyon's Brotherhood has informed us, is slowly regaining its composure in the Capital Wasteland. They are no longer scattered, undisciplined, doing as they please; no, it appears they are being united and mobilized once more. Our men out in the east have fought long and hard to push them back- but time and again, they rise from the ashes of their dead, stronger than ever, like the Pheonix of lore. "And that is why," He said, standing, and eyeing each of the four elders around him, each with a different colored cloak, "I suggest we send some help." The four began to murmur hesitantly amongst themselves. The Lyon's Brotherhood was not allowed to receive aid; but they had accomplished so much in so short a time. What would become of them if they sent help without permission? "If I may?" Asked an elder in a sandy brown cloak. "Of course, Elder Newkirk." Nodded the gray cloaked elder. "I agree with Elder Sommers' idea to send aid," He began. Once again the murmuring began. Newkirk AGREED? He, who was so loyal to the Western Brotherhood? Newkirk raised a hand to calm them, and they fell silent. "I agree with his decision," He stated once more, "But I beleive we should send but one soldier." Sommers stared. "ONE?" He blurted out. "Elder Newkirk, I value your opinion, but ONE soldier could not possibly-!" "I do not speak of any ordinary soldier." Newkirk said, meeting Sommers' gaze. "This soldier...Is one of the finest I ever have ever seen. He rose to the rank of Paladin in record time, and has proven himself both loyal, and almost unstoppable, time and again." "What?" Breathed Sommers. A soldier such as that, and he had no heard of this? "What is this mans name?" "This 'man'," Newkirk said, facing all of the Elders, "Is known as Cy-Fox." === "Go, go, go!" Shouted Richard Saber, to the man running alongside him, clad in a suit of Telsa armor, a Gatling Laser clutched firmly in his hands. "I'm on it." He said. He pulled the trigger, and rained down red laserfire on the Enclave soldiers who had wheeled around to face them, plasma weapons at the ready. They dove for cover, but not before one of them was shot straight in the chest by a dozen or so laser shots, falling backward and screaming as it seared his armor and his flesh. Richard raised his Chinese Assault Rifle, and quickly planted four bullets into the head of their commanding officer, who went down soundlessly. He raised two fingers, and pointed at an Enclave soldier up on a rocky outcrop overhead, armed with a missle launcher. Instantly, there was a loud CRACK, and the soldiers helmet went spinning off, as he fell down off the cliff, dead. The remaining soldier saw there was no hope. These Wastelanders had taken them completely by surprise. Slowly, he crawled backward, and tried to stagger into the Vertibird parked in the center of their camp. He felt a hand grip his neck, and he screamed, as he was thrown to the ground once more, the two Wastelanders glaring down at him as they were joined by a third, clad in metal armor, a sniper rifle in his hands. Richard looked down at his Tribal Power Armor. Not even a scratch on it. "Nice work with the laser, Virgil." He said to the one in Tesla Armor. "And Ignatio, that snipe was a work of art." "Thanks boss." They both said. Richard leaned down to the Enclave soldier. "Now," He said, T-51b helmet glinting in the sunlight, "Tell us how to use this thing, and we might not kill you." "O-okay!" Sobbed the soldier. "Just please, don't kill me!" "No promises." Richard said, grinning beneath his helmet. |
 
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Sep 26 2009, 11:10 AM Post #2 |
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Paladin Miles "Cy-Fox" (or alternately known as Tails) Prower was doing his usual near-obsessive firearms tests. Miles pressed the stock of his Laser rifle against the right shoulderpad of his Power Armor. He wasn't a human, and he wasn't a Mutie. He was a special project, a genetically engineered bipedal fox anthropomorph that was a joint project between RobCo, Cyberdyne Systems and some suspected that the Enclave had some part to him as well. He was discovered by the Vault Zero Brotherhood awhile ago, and was reactivated by its Knights, tested and then outfitted to work with them. He had come a long way as far as personality went, instead of being blank as when he was found. Prower didn't look down the scope of his weapon. Instead he stared directly out at a dummy set up in Enclave armor that was on its last threads. His right eye brightened in hue as he brought up his internal HUD. Locking onto the dummy's head, he positioned his body and weapon in the correct manner and squeezed the trigger. A red bolt discharged from it and caused the helmet to crumble into black soot. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 26 2009, 11:17 AM Post #3 |
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Elder Newkirk glided silently along the halls of the Vault, a phantom among his own kind. He paused as a Knight passed by and pulled him aside. "Excuse me, son," He said, "But have you seen Paladin Prower?" "Yes sir." The Knight replied. "Last I heard, he was off at the shooting range blasting the shit out of some Enclave dummies." "Thank you soldier, that will be all." The Elder nodded. The Knight gave a swift salute, and proceeded on his way, as the Elder did the same...minus the saluting, of course. He stopped at the door to the shooting range, where he heard the firing of a laser rifle, and the all too familiar crackle as it reduced something to ash. He pushed the door open, and walked up behind the Paladin unnoticed. "Nice to see you're keeping in practice, soldier." Newkirk said, cracking a smile beneath his weathered hood. |
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Sep 26 2009, 11:19 AM Post #4 |
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Prower turned his head around slightly and then lowered his weapon, making it safe. "I don't like the idea of having degraded combat effectiveness," He then set it down, barrel up against the alcove he was shooting in, turned and saluted. "Greetings Elders," |
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| Deleted User | Sep 26 2009, 11:28 AM Post #5 |
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"At ease." Newkirk said, giving a brisk nod. "Now then, Mister Prower, as I'm sure you're well aware, I don't pay casual visits to just anyone, so therefore this is NOT a casual visit. We have, as I'm sure you already know, received reports that the Lyon's Brotherhood out East is in peril, with a rise in Enclave operations. Its becoming apparent that they remain a threat, and therefore should be dealt with, but it is ALSO known that the Brotherhood is not allowed to aid the Lyon's Contingent." He paused, and sighed. "But, we have decided to ignore those orders, and send aid. That is where YOU come in. We will provide you with any supplies you need, and then you will be sent to the Capital Wasteland with the Emissary from the Lyon's Brotherhood when he arrives later today in his Vertibird. This is a mission of great danger, and great importance, and therefore it should not be taken lightly. We realize it is a bit...unwise to send in one soldier alone, but we are confident you can do it. Should you feel that it is too difficult a task to handle on your own, we will deploy a few Knights to accompany you, but not many." |
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Sep 26 2009, 11:32 AM Post #6 |
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"I should be sufficient but I will make use of our limited comsat capabilities to call for support if necessary," the cyborg replied in his monotone. "Your faith in my abilities will not be forsaken." |
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| Deleted User | Sep 26 2009, 11:38 AM Post #7 |
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"Good. See that it is not." The Elder said. "The Vertibird should ready to depart in two hours time, and you should arrive in the Wastes in no time after that." He turned and began to walk off. "Take this time to prepare yourself as you see fit. Godspeed, soldier." (You can just skip ahead to him boarding the Vertibird/Arriving in the Wasteland once you're done preparing and/or not preparing.) |
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Sep 27 2009, 12:35 PM Post #8 |
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Ten minutes later, Cy-Fox was secured into the berth of the Vertibird with supplies (food, ammunition, chemicals, etc.) in his pack, his Laser Rifle standing, stock-side against the floor and the barrel gripped in his right hand. He also had an AEP7 Laser Pistol strapped into a holster. The cyborg stared blankly at the wall, awaiting takeoff. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 27 2009, 12:44 PM Post #9 |
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A while later, a BoS Knight climbed into the Vertibird, glanced nervously at the expressionless, cyborg fox...thing sitting inside, and got at the controls. He flipped a few switches, and the blades began to whir, the vehicle lifting into the air. With a sudden lurch, it rose forward in an arc and flew off into the distance, over the mountains. --- An hour later, they passed overhead of Raven Rock, lying in shambles, completely destroyed. "Down there is the former Enclave home base." The Knight grunted to Cy. "The place is completely abandoned- and destroyed." He turned the vehicle towards the southeast, and just as soon as he did, there was a WHOOSH, and another Vertibird shot by. "Whoa, what the?" Exclaimed the startled Knight. The Vertibird that had just passed bore no BoS symbol, nor an Enclave symbol; so that left him wondering: Whose was it? He stared as the thing whirled in circles in place, then abruptly veered downward as if about to crash, and then sharply rose upward again, taking off for an unknown location, almost as if the person driving it had no idea what he was doing. Before it zoomed off, the Knight noticed a strange symbol on it; a skull on a three-leafed clover, with the words 'T R G' on it... |
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Sep 27 2009, 01:24 PM Post #10 |
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"Proceed to the Capital Wasteland as ordered," Cy-Fox said, raising his head as he said it. "Do not deviate from your mission." |
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| Deleted User | Sep 27 2009, 01:34 PM Post #11 |
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"Well, yeah, but..." The Knight said. He paused, then weakly nodded, flying off towards the DC Ruins. Soon enough, they were in sight. "Thats the ruins of Old DC, down there." The Knight stated, trying to make conversation. "Must've been quite a sight back before the bombs dropped." Suddenly there was the distant whirr of a Vertibird. The Knight turned his head, and was surprised to see the mysterious Vertibird from before heading right for them. "What the hell are they doing!?" He shouted. "They're on a collision co-" THOOM. The whole bird shook, knocking the Knight out of his seat. He hit his armored head on a chair, and fell unconscious. One of the blades, made a noise like a buzzsaw, and stopped. Instantly it began to drop, right out of the sky like a stone...if it were a stone made of steel that flew. The other Vertibird, while not as badly damaged, was also dropping like a stone. Its landing gears deployed, and it landed with a THUD on the roof of a building. With a loud BANG, the BoS Vertibird crashed in the center of a cul-de-sac, and skidded into a pile of debris. |
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Sep 27 2009, 01:43 PM Post #12 |
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The armored cyborg was more or less built for durability, so he remained intact after the crash. But as the cyborg turned his head to look at his pilot, he concluded that the Knight was not. The cyborg unbuckled himself and then rolled in mid-air onto his back as he fell to the 'floor'. He then grabbed his Laser Rifle, surveyed the broken Vertibird and then got back up to his feet. Cy-Fox then walked to the door, pulled his left foot back and then kicked the door open. He shouldered his weapon and stepped out for the first time, into the Capital Wasteland. |
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| Deleted User | Sep 27 2009, 01:53 PM Post #13 |
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Not far off, some muscular yellow-green humanoids had been rummaging through some old garbage cans, to see if they contained anything edible. One of them had stopped searching and was looking upward. The others noticed what he was doing, and mimicked his actions. They soon realized a pair of flying transports, used by the humans, had collided, and were now stranded in THEIR part of the ruins- a part notorious for being a Super Mutant camp. They grinned, exchanged glances, and each said "Food." All the Muties in the area, having heard the crash, also began to emerge from buildings, side-streets, and anywhere else, to investigate... --- On the rooftop, Virgil forced the jammed door of their new Vertibird open. "Damnit, Ignatio." Richard growled, shoving Virgil aside and hopping out. "You can snipe a mole rat from 2 miles away, but you can't fly a damn Vertibird?" "Hey, I'm still learning, okay?" The sniper spat as he too jumped out, his eyebot helmet a little lopsided due to the impact. He adjusted it, and said, "Besides, at least I landed us on this building, instead of in the street, like those poor losers." He pointed down at the BoS Vertibird. Virgil nodded. Ignatio had a good point. Richard turned and stared down into the street, squinting to get a good look at the crashed Vertibird. He suddenly punched Ignatio in the arm, startling him, and grabbed the sniper rifle out of his hands as he almost dropped it. "Jesus, you could've just ASKED." Muttered the metal armor-clad man. Richard didn't hear, as he was eyeing the vehicle through the scope. He scowled. "You IDIOT, that was a BROTHERHOOD Vertibird. We're on friendly terms with them! Do you want them to come after us?" "Oops." Ignatio cringed. "Oops ain't gonna cut it, dumbass." The leader snarled, shoving the sniper rifle back into Ignatio's arms. "Stay up here, and shoot anything that looks VAGUELY like a Mutie. Virgil, you're with me. We're going down there." The tesla-armored man gave a brisk nod, and hefted his gatling laser. He kicked open a hatch on the roof, and descended into the darkness, followed quickly by his boss. |
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Sep 27 2009, 01:59 PM Post #14 |
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Cy-Fox stepped cautiously out, swinging his laser rifle up and around, looking for targets. His sensory network immediately sent out invisible pulses of energy and sent the feedback from those pulses back to be interpreted. Potential hostiles on high ground The cyborg then turned to face his Vertibird and pointed his Laser Rifle at the rooftop where the other Vertibird was. Ready to engage V.A.T.S if it became necessary. As he moved, the pulses also detected another threat. He automatically turned away from the roof and faced the new threat. Hostile mutants detected |
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| Deleted User | Sep 27 2009, 02:03 PM Post #15 |
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Several Super Mutants turned the corner into the Culdesac, and spotted Cy. At first, they weren't sure what to think- it looked human, it looked mutated, and it looked animalistic, so which was it? Finally, their confusion gave way to rage, that they couldn't figure it out. So they did what Mutants do best; they stopped thinking, and they started shooting. There was a loud CRACK, as one of the Mutants heads abruptly exploded. The others blinked in confusion at their fallen comrade, and they scattered for cover as a second one was shot through the neck. He fell to the ground, writhing, and let out a dying gurgle. |
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