#no fella and minutemen

[citizen-saint]

theres something called being a complete coward and well… ive gone pro

[harrowedknight]

OC info and lore m’lord? Brave knight… please they’re both so handsome… I’d take Hancock in a knife fight for just one date fr…. Bleeding on the concrete outside kle0s shop rn….

Omg,,, thank u for the ask, I’ll take this as an opportunity to introduce all of my fellas since i have multiple saves/ocs for fallout 4. Right now they’re all in separate aus but I wanna connect them, I just haven’t decided who I want to be the sosu yet, if i even want one at all.

Starting with Ranger, my newest character. He’s the charismatic leader of the Minutemen. He likes making light of every situation, but he knows when to take things seriously. He just puts on a laidback attitude so he appears less intimidating. He’s trying very hard to make the commonwealth safer, but he has some doubts and insecurities about his position, which he bottles up and keeps to himself. He wants to be the person that everyone can rely on and look up to, even if that means putting his own problems aside to appear put-together and strong. He’s the one I draw Edward Deegan with, and I wanna do more with the two of them since I love me some eldritch horror vibes. I imagine Ranger and Edward go on relic hunts for Jack Cabot after their questline, getting into hijinks and fun spooky, horrifyingly traumatic adventures. Maybe kissing along the way. Who knows.

Knight on the other hand, is an anxious, paranoid little glorbo; and I say this while he stands at like 6’4”, he’s BIG, the tallest of all of my guys. He’s got severe PTSD and he really doesn’t like living in the apocalypse. He had a wife! They were in a queer platonic relationship; they got married for the benefits but they’re both gay. He’s devastated after losing her, since she was his best friend. He has a very hard time adjusting to the new commonwealth, he barely scrapes by, has to force himself to function because everything reminds him of war and suffering. He eventually stumbles into Goodneighbor, gets hooked on chems to distract himself from bad memories, meets Hancock one bad night and ends up getting drunk/rambling to the poor ghoul. They end up hitting it off despite the ridiculous introduction. Hancock manages to ground Knight, gives him a purpose again; helping good people, and hurting bad people. Knight travels the commonwealth doing odd jobs, trying to do what he can, even joins up with the Railroad to help out the Synths. Just trying to make up for all the time he’d lost, doing what he thinks would’ve made his best friend proud.

Now for Paladin. Yes, he is named Paladin, and yes, he WAS Paladin Paladin before being promoted to Sentinel. It’s probably obvious by now that I have a Dnd/medieval theme for my character’s names. Anyway, Paladin here is— of course— a part of the Brotherhood of Steel. I made him to be a big dickhead because I don’t play mean characters in video games enough. Unlike my other sosus he’s actually thriving in the apocalypse. Before being frozen he was very dissatisfied/disconnected with the ordinary life he was trying to live, he felt like a husk of himself and he couldn’t understand why. After waking up and being met with a destroyed world, his soldier mentality immediately kicked in again. He adapted fast, and when he learns about the Brotherhood and its US military-esc operations he quickly latches onto it. It’s familiar to him, and he excels at his duties. He rises through the ranks quickly, earning his place as Sentinel and developing a massive ego along the way. The Brotherhood makes him feel powerful, and that sort of becomes an addiction of sorts. He just wants more and more power, he wants to be respected; and if not respected, feared.

And as a bonus unrelated to fallout 4,

This is Monty, aka Montague. He’s a prewar ghoul living in the Canadian territories, or Little America as it’s referred to in the Fallout universe. He was a proud mountie back before Canada was annexed, kept his uniform in a locked safe for years. When the bombs fell and he was ghoulified, he pulled it out and dedicated himself to helping those who get lost in the nuclear winter. I’m still learning things about Fallout lore so idk how Canada is depicted after the bombs in canon, but the idea I had is that Monty lives in a massive, snowy wasteland which he’s learned to navigate with a lot of hard work and dedication. He earns caps by guiding people through the tundra, since few know how to avoid all the dangers it poses.

[sparrowsingsstories]

WIP Wednesday

From Cry Mercy - we are getting into a modified Chapter 2 of Sim Settlements 2 and I'm excited at where we're headed!

From Section 2, Chapter 38 - Mercy discusses with the fellas what to do about the Gunners. Reminder that Canary belongs to @alder-berry

tagging: @alder-berry @bokatan @adventuresofmeghatron @kyngsnake @bleumanouche @khazrablood

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“That’s good to hear, Codsworth. Especially since I’m concerned that this will be the Gunner’s first stop. Sanctuary is the oldest settlement. While Hangman’s has advanced faster, Sanctuary was the first one I started. And I just put myself out there as enemy number one. Which is where I’d rather be.”

“You want them to focus on us?” MacCready asked.

“Yes. Because we’re not some one-off settlement. Sure, we need to work on our militia, but taking back the Castle has done wonders for our recruitment. And while I don’t think we can take on the Gunners in a head-to-head fight, I do think we can keep them from taking over our settlements,” Mercy said. 

“Are you sure about that?” MacCready asked. He held up a hand to stop her from talking. “I don’t mean to question their loyalty or abilities. I’m just concerned because the Gunners are serious business. And they did defeat the Minutemen in Quincy.”

“About that,” Mercy said. “Quincy. We should clear it out. There might be clues as to where the comm hub is. And we don’t want those assholes to keep Quincy and use it to undermine our morale.”

“You…you want to take Quincy from the Gunner…” MacCready said, slowly, emphasizing the words Quincy and Gunners.

“Yes.”

“Do we have an army?”

Mercy smiled. “We won’t need one. We’re going to infiltrate them. My way.”

“What does that mean?” MacCready asked. “Do I want to know?”

She grinned. “I’m going to see if Canary is available for this Op. I think she and Sparrow can leave Algernon to Aiden.”

“You think those two…” MacCready stopped as Deacon held up a hand. “What?”

“We’re good if we’re bringing in Canary and Sparrow. I feel bad for the Gunners all of a sudden,” Deacon said. 

MacCready scowled at Deacon who just shook his head. Mercy grinned at Jake who shrugged. Mercy didn’t feel bad for the Gunners. Anything they got was, in her mind, justice. And who better to deliver it than two of the best infiltrators she’d ever met?

[druidgroves]

Hi there! I saw ur reblog of that oc ask post and am here to stare intently at you until I hear about your favorite little fellas(this is a joke btw dont feel nervous, I am not really staring at you) Also! Nice head banner, I take it a fan of fallout? So am i! I did notice in ur tags that it would be cool to drop some info about my own ocs and what do you know! I got some fallout buddies too(I'm assuming you have fallout ocs but I got no idea so pls tell if I'm right or not here lol)

If you'll like to hear, ive got about 7 or so fallout ocs? I've got One ghoul who I named vith, Shes my 76 vault dellwer who after roughly a year out in the wastes got unlucky and had a bomb drop on her head while doing her monthly shopping trip to white springs. Then I got my 101 vautie naned minx! She was a somewhat bratty daddy's girl and nearly died while trying to find her dad. While on deaths door this... Thing/eldritch horror manges to convice her to let it in and they're do the hard work of finding her dad for her. She agrees and the smoggy radiation filled thing claws inside her and takes over. Minx as she was fades to the background and the Thing slowly learns how to be human.

Next up is my complicated family Trio of "solo" survivors. First of which is Six! She ended up accidentally released 10 years earlier than the normal Fallout 4 time frame and instead of heading down into sanctuary and fulfilling the main quest line she turned tails and runs away. She eventually find her finds her way all the way over to New Vegas picks up at a courier job and get shot in the head. Six as she now goes by cant remember anything of her life before that bullet and after finishing up everything under sun she can in Vegas, Six tracks down her trail back to where she came. Took nearly 5 damn years but she arrives back to the Commonwealth but just in time to meet my other two solo survivors! Which are Kiin, angry and grieving mother and thier old lady neighbor Aaz whos a wanna be baseball player. Never got to play professionally and instead became a carpenter. Mostly pretty chill. On the flip is Kiin who is FULL throttle and ends up doing some awful shit before finally snapping out of her blinding anger with the decision to have to replace high confessor tektus. While in disbelief at first she became a believer in atom over the course of infiltrating the nucleus

And now lastly but not least in the slightest are my two synth courser characters, Lo10 and KO01. I havent touched Lo in so long damn, anyway both gals are trans women and exs. Both hate each other's guts, well lo does. K's doesnt care beyoud that fact Lo got away instead of staying dead which cant stand if her plans are to go smoothly. Lo wears her heart on her sleeve and was quick to join the railroad after managing to Escape. I need to work on her more. And now finally onto K, she is like one of if not my favorite oc out of all of my guys. She gets elected to become a prototype NextGen synth that is made to act as a "wasteland hero" and bc the Institutes goals are so skewed she takes it upon herself to infiltrate different groups across the Commonwealth and a little bit beyond and take them down from the inside. normally ending in fiery explosions. In the timeline in which K is the only player character runing around her story ends with the destruction of major group above ground the Minutemen the Brotherhood the entirety of far Harbor and many settlements that kind of grew to be pretty big. She took them down with a smile and a knife to their backs. Upon returning home her Quest finally fulfilled The Institute attempts to deactivate her. The key word being attempt there, turns out when they recoded K to become their next generation wasteland hero they messed up a little and one, forgot to make is so she could sleep and two add in a deactivation code whoopies~. Anyway that leads K to locking down the Institute and killing everyone inside before leaving to carry her trail of destruction to the wider Wasteland.. For my major timeline with all if my guys in it her full story is unclear but she would 100% end up taking up the role of the main villan. Would have acted a follower to Kiin for a time and helped her while in far harbour and then destroy the town after gaining it's trust. Only after Kiin had left of course.

And uh thats about it. Hope you liked hearing about my gals, I could ramble on and on about them. Now having shared my fellas could I hear a bit about yours?

hello & WHOA !!! thank you for telling me abt ur fallout ocs !!! Vith sounds very cool just bc I haven't played much of FO76 & the idea of one of the 76 dwellers eventually turning into a ghoul is awesome!

im a huge fallout fan as well & have a few ocs bouncing around on my blog, though my main ones are my canon divergent sole survivor georgia, my courier six temperance/em, & my lone wanderer florence/flora! i'd go into more detail but im on my lunch break rn & don't have a lot of time, but all their tags + tags for other ocs can be found here :) i talk about georgia the most tho bc she became very important to me very fast lol

[makahimetenshi]

Follow me inside the wastelands -  Chapter 27  -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

Hello to the ten maybe twenty people who keeps reading this fic 26 chapters later…its funny because I don’t see you in the numbers but I see you when I make an update. Which makes me wonder where the hell are the 60 people of chapter two, maybe in the middle of the road…and it’s a long road

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Maccready keep writing letters for the Elder Maxson, giving him as much information he could “Be ready for everything at any moment” was the thing that craved on his mind after Reading it 500 times. Arthur was so stressed he wanted to cry all the time, cry and punch things, he started drinking more and more because he felt like needing something all the time, of course what he needed was his pregnant woman and his baby, there was no way to calm the absence.

One day he received a package from the mercenary, it wasn’t exactly a letter, it was a holotape with information, a medical report and…the signs of the report says vault 111. It was Noras vault…the mercenary could be a killer but was a good fella and keep his word, so…she may be there or she is there right now…in the moment he read that his chest started to go up and down in anxiety, should he go out there? Take Nora from the vault by force? Pull her out to the Prydwen? He was suffering so much this loneliness…

The report says that…she was okay…according with what Cade teach him, this numbers were…fine…knowing that his baby was okay really put him in ease, she knew what she was doing despite all, despite making him suffer like this. So…she was there…locked on a tomb by herself.  Their son will born trapped in a vault…but at least with good, spotless, pure, and sanitized medical equipment, didn’t Nora had a nurse robot also? He meet the robot at the party in Sactuary…oh remembering that place make his head hurt, everything started to go downhill there

Why Maccready revelead this information to him? Sure he don’t expect the ignorant mercenary of the Commonwealth to know how to write or change information of a terminal file, maybe he just take out the holotape and it’s the better he can do but there must be something else, the location was there for some reason. Should he send his spy there? It was extremely difficult to break into a vault and Nora will be extra careful about this subject to even let him have the chance to break inside…

For now…he will wait…the wait will be over soon after all, they expend most of the pregnancy apart from each other, the best months she push him away, at least he secured her during the first two months as much he could.

But one day one month later…

Preston Garvey and a bunch of mercenarys around a caravan appeared in front of the Boston Airport. That man and Maccready were recently authorized to be escorted directly to the command deck in the Prydwen without asking but when the elder was informed that the minutemen was carrying a crying baby…he run to the deck and wait for the ventibird to go up and land. Heart pounding, feeling like almost vomiting of anxiety, needing to hold himself to the bars feeling his knees failing. Ohmygodohmygod this was the day.

He was prepared since Maccready give him that letter, super mentalized but still he was today…meeting his baby.

Wait why Nora wasn’t with him? The realization made his heart ache.

The ventibird went up and settled in the landing port, a man quickly came out with a bundle in his arms, a bundle that was crying loud and strong. The elders heart stopped as he went closer meeting with Preston eyes, the man immediately give him the bundle of blankets opening his arms and Arthur pick him like…he knew…he never hold a baby before and this wasn’t the best place to learn but it felt correct to want to have it on his arms, it was a need.

He moved away a bit from the wind and air forces that the helicopter blades do, going to the center of the flight port, walking back into the zeppelin as Preston followed him, there was a lot of noise and chaos around but his eyes can only focus on…the crying baby squirming and moving on his arms.

It was a pink and very small newborn strangely chubby but it looked so healthy and fine. Once the Paladin in power armor guarding the entrance open the door both men went inside, hearing more clearly the crying and screams of the scared baby. The sounds resonate all over the zeppelin and the first ones to come and give a visit were the scribes and Lancer Kells, the first people when you enter into the Prydwen.

The people down there at the control port went up the steps to meet the elder and the general, not wanting to say much since it was a sensitive subject, all this family pregnancy thing with the sentinel was a sensitive theme of conversation but it just felt correct to congratulate the elder of the brotherhood for his first newborn.

-Ad Victoriam Elder Maxson –just said all in chorus, nothing more, no congratulations, no what a cute baby, no questions, nothing, just say that and leave down back to work, not wanting to get in trouble for sneaking their noses into the elder troubled business

Preston looked strangely at it, Arthur just raise up the head to nod not sure if in agreement or gratitude he surely wasn’t paying attention and look back at his baby, starting to move his arms thinking it would calm it, walking slowly to the command deck. The man stood in front of the view of the Commonwealth, all the fight led him to Nora, and all this horrible months led him to this baby, it was worth it.

Preston hold a little paper to Arthur, who take his time to take off the eyes of the baby and try to catch it with his hand still holding the blankets- It’s a girl –said the minutemen.

“Her name is Arya. Arthur+Nora” said the note written in the perfect Noras calligraphy. He was able to read it with her voice even with the babys crying around.

Now, in a more quiet place without all the chaos of the ventibird he see that the baby had the blankets he send a month and half ago.

-Wheres Nora? –ask Arthur unconsciously, in any of this days he take the time to try to imagine what future after the baby was born  they will have, or how events will develop because it will only hurt him, thinking on something that changes constantly for worse.

-Fine, I was with her the whole time and the birth went all fine

-But where is she? –one of his hands move to the babys cheek, placing the side of his fingers against it, ohmygosh it was so soft.

-Still in Sactuary

-Recovering? Was it difficult? –the crying was stopping slowly thank god. For some reason he felt so relieved

-Not exactly, she is preparing some stuff –Preston take a holotape from his coat and leave it on the small table, calling Arthurs attention while he was still shushing the baby

He stood there, frozen, unable to move or think at all when he saw her light blue eyes between her crying eyelids, it had his same color, the crying starting ago take him out of his trance and he reacted to shush the baby again, calming her.

-Stuff like what?

-Even I don’t have that many details

-She is not planning to stay around? –ask the elder shocked, was she going to abandon their daughter with him?

-She gave me Arya, the note, the holotape and said “take her to Arthur immediately, tell him to listen the holotape in a moment of peace” and I did what I was told…she was born in the early morning so we spent most of the morning and noon walking here. I left her under Curies cares

Idiot, how can he leave the other general in such a vulnerable situation under the care of a robot?

-I can believe it, how can you know she isn’t dead by now? –ohgoshnodontthinkonthatnoraisstrong

-She isn’t, you will see her around wandering the commonwealth in a few weeks maybe –he place the baby against his shoulder, caressing her back, she was becoming quiet

-Wait she has to nurse her and…-Preston look at him sad and Arthur felt his feets heavy- you gotta be kidding me

-I cant talk for her but…she gave me Arya immediately like it was something I needed to deliver fast –she wouldn’t be with her?- we were talking this days and…she said it was your daughter, never wanting to talk about her like her mother –Arthurs hand moved to the baby head to secure it, caressing lightly, do in it almost automatically, unable to think straight

-She cant do this, this is not going to last, she is going to come back like other times, this is her daughter –he said confused, moving in circles.

-You were the one searching for her elder- that make Maxson stop in his place, annoyed, crossing his eyebrows, but it was true- Nora is still to attached…to his dead son Shaun.

That motherfucker? There’s no way she was leaving her daughter behind for that killer. A ball of tangled strings appeared on his chest, this baby right in his arms was so pure and beautiful to be leaved behind because she still had fellings for that monster…there was no point of comparison between them.

-I can’t believe this –he said feeling the chest compressed in pain and angust, how can despise their child together for that monster that kidnapped so many people even in the years he was leader? Unveliable.

-I know its not your fault elder –said Preston feeling a bit of grief for him- its her who is too damaged to fix –why does everybody sees it except her!?- I can only say…hear the holotape alone and at peace…

-Did you hear it? –ask Maxson feeling his eyes and nose watering trying not to cry in front of someone he didn't know that well

-Of course not –said Preston- but I know she is doing things wrong –it wasn’t enough, the lame and pity of everybody wasn’t enough

-This is fucked up from her –the minutemen stand in silence, Arthur take a moment to leave a kiss in her forehead when she started to only squirm comfortable in his arms and then look at Preston- did you travel all the way here in the sun?

-She was covered the entire time and we avoid zones with radiation, that’s why it took us longer to arrive –his face turn red of anger, walking in circles in front of the window.

-Stupid, she could just call for a signal to pick you up if she didn’t wanted to come here -she had the authority for that and still make the baby cross the entire commonwealth to arrive in his fathers arms

-I swear we came as fast as possible elder

-Because she wanted to get rid of her! –in a moment he raised his voice more than he wanted, but stopped, because he felt the baby shock and surprise, quickly he caresses her head again to no alarm her. Oh man he had so much stuff to think off, surely Cade knows how to replace her mothers milk and heat

-The way Nora acts it’s a mistery even for me sometimes, im the first human alive that know her the longest and…sometimes its difficult to understand her

-What do you mean? –first human? Arthur supposed the first robot was Codsworth

-Well I know she let the synth copy of his son die when the institute blow up –Preston saw the surprise in the  elders face and turn his head down- I spoke too much

-no –he demanded- I want to understand better

-Im not turning down on her, she is our general

-I know she was the leader of raiders gangs in the commonwealth –now he catches the minuteman attention, who bite his cheeks in the insides.

-Im loyal, we work together, she does amazing but…its okay if there’s things you can’t forgive –the man close his fits, looking elsewhere.

-If she abandons Arya I will never forgive her –said Maxson full of resentment holding the baby a bit tighter, it was one thing having traumas and shitty attitudes towards him but their daughter wasn’t guilty of anything.

-There was a time she gave her back to four settlements in the commonwealth…to give them to some raiders gangs…she gave her back to me and the justice we were applying on the commonwealth, I never understand why she did it and never fixed it neither, im never forgetting the owners of that houses, the families that lived there, the settlers that stablished there expecting a better new life –Nora had a lot of dark sides, and Arthur can see that this subject…really hurt him, he gets it, it was like having a soldier go against the brotherhood beliefs…it was like when she say he loved Danse despite being a synth. Not being able to see his true nature, only a machine.

-How much do you know about Shaun? Noras son –ask the elder-

-Glimpses honestly, not much, but until destroying the institute by her own she asked  the minutemen first for help so I follow some of that story…

-Why is a mystery that she killed the synth copy? After all it wasn’t the real one

-Are you kidding? Nora kill on rampages for that kid, if that was the last of her son she should keep it after wanting it so much

-Its a synth Preston -oh gosh not now, he didn’t have any interest for this kind of conversations, his baby was far more important, who was doing the most adorable sounds

-You know as well as me that Nora has a lot of synth friends -even a love interest back then.

-Maybe something about her son change along the way -the minuteman raised his eyebrow in surprise.

-You know something, mind to tell me?

-No -Maxson flip his back to Preston who only sighted in discomfort

-Alright

-When should I...see her around? -why does he keeps caring? he felt so horrible about not being the 3 together and still worries.

-I don't know, this last days she was repairing her X-01 Nuka Quantum but i don't know the reason-both stay in silence for a few moments-just listen the holotape elder.

-I can’t believe she didn't even breastfeed her -he stood in silence, moving a bit the arms to look at his babys face, take some time to appreciate it and hug her -Thank you for coming Preston, a ventibird will send you home

Both say goodbye, Arthur give the order to take the general to Sanctuary, maybe to take care of Nora or not, depending if she wanted any help

The first thing he did was taking the baby almost running for Cades nursery, every soldier could see the elder running with a budget of blankets that moves and do sounds so the rumors will spread fast but who cares his baby needed attention quickly

-Was she breastfeed? -ask the man pulling slightly the blankets off

-I don't believe so -the expression in Cade turned dark, but still he pulls out the stethoscope to hear her heart and breathing, picking one of her small hands gosh he forgot to do that! -can you ask the other chapters for supplys?

-Yes? what does she need? -he panicked.

-Formula and vitamins, if she isn't going to receive her mother’s milk better replace it with something -Cade take a look at her mouth, opening it lightly -mothers milk has a lot of grease that will quickly help her to get big and fat to keep warm, altought now she is pretty chubby.

-Noras genetics were naturally like this, she was only skinny now

-Also diapers and a lot of antibiotics, babys develops a lot of fevers, you need to pay attention to that from now on -Arthur nooded as Cade leave the stethoscope a side to pic a thermometer- are you going to take care of her? -the question almost boil the mans blood

-Of course -he said pressing his teeth in fury

-Not like that, im asking if you need help from the nurses, there's a few mothers with experience here in the Prydwen -Cade look down on his chubby job, working with the thermometer

The question put him in blank. Didnt know, he should not replace her mother so fast...but she needed someone with experience...he seriously counted on Nora guiding him. He feeled ready to do this alone but no...qualified. He needed guide and instruction. But definitely wasn't ready to bond with nobody.

-I guess i could use some...maternity documents...-he said lost, feeling fool for not thinking in this possibility before...it was right...he had nobody...Arya and him were alone. Surrounded by brotherhood brothers and sisters but...alone...

-Are you sure elder? -ask Cade opening the blankets- newborns are extremely delicate, you will need the help

-Im sure if i have an emergency the nurse room will be open to help the elders daughter

Cade stay in silent until he answers.

-Of course

-Her name is Arya, Arya Maxson -the name froze Cade a bit, it was a strong name, it sounded good. And it just makes sense with her lightblue eyes. Nora didn't have a surname registered in the brotherhood and he supposed it was out of place ask for hers since this was the situation...

-Did she have her first poop yet? -the question take Arthur out of place. Cade open the infant clothes and the cloth diaper that Arthur sent to Nora just to find it..slightly wet but not dirty.

-I don’t know, i suppose she didn’t -shit right this was important. He shouldn’t be in this situation, he had his woman, he had the mother of this baby and she just...

-Alright -Cade cover the little girl with the blankets- can you dress her elder? -as soon the man ask that Arthur run to her and started to close the diaper and the clothes, it was important he gets familiar with this -ill see with what i can jam a supply of formula and vitamins for this days, she will want to eat a lot, maybe not now but in an hour.

Did really Nora was that much of a monster to not breastfeed her? Making her travel an entire day across the commonwealth and not feed her newborn?

-Ill ask for supplies to arrive as soon as possible -said the elder getting anxious, covering a bit the babys eyes with his hand, the lights were too bright!

-She will cry, all the time -Cade warn the elder, who look at him paying all the attention in the world- cry for all things, for attention, warm, food, water, playing, discomfort, new sensations, feeling sick, need to poop or piss, everything, and will ask for food all the time too. Should i send the bottles to your quarters? or you will leave her here?

-Here? why? does she  needs it? -actually he didn’t want to be apart from his baby.

-I can give her formula by needle but its the same, i still have to prepare it and it will do the same thing than a bottle -Cade was looking at his shells, planning things

-I prefer her with me -Arthur said without thinking twice

-Very well, should we do the ADN test? -the elder raise his head and look at him with doubts- when...we knew about this situation...one of the things you asked was if we can know who the father is...i remember that well -that was indeed a hard day of work- obviously at that stage it was impossible but now she is here born so

Arthur look at the baby, look deeply in her light blue eyes for some moments.

-Sure, if it doesn’t hurt her

-Of course not -Cade said.

Why not. Now she was here after all

Supplies from the nursery were delivered into his quarters and at seeing the budge of blankets on what it was Noras side of the bed he can only think...he needs a cradle, and knows exactly were to get one. But for now he needed to improve this situation.

Arthur sat on the bed with one of the warm bottles of the supplies delivery in hand, picking her head for support and help, placing the dummy on her lips and...thank god she started slurping and sucking nicely like any baby would do, she should be hatching to her mothers  warm flesh nipple but...this was their thing now, their only option, they have to do it together like this.

Hopefully this would fill her stomach and make her want to start eating...or making poop, in any case Cade was waiting for any of her responses to examine, as this formula of his was improvised with what he had on the nursery and the kitchen of the zeppelin, Arthur already send a note asking for certain baby’s supplies like he did last time, this was a notice that his daughter with the troubled sentinel was already born, that Arthur Maxson at the eyes of every other brotherhood of steel chapter had now an heir, that Arya Maxson was finally born, the first born of Arthur and the hero of the Commonwealth Sentinel Nora.

It was unnecessary to clarify that she wasn’t here, although if he was asking for formula they will figure out sooner or later that something was wrong in the Maxson family...damn he wanted to be the Maxson family so bad but right now...the baby hatching in the bottle was his family. His beautiful baby girl.

When she finishes the bottle...she may want to poop.

Arthur hold her without interrupting the bottle, looking at her rounded cheeks moving at every slurping, he walk in circles around the room looking for something in his pocket, taking out the holotape Preston give him and placing it in his terminal entry, willing to listen Noras bullshit again and again.

“Hello…Arthur “ oh hello, he thinks at hearing the recording, her voice again giving him chills all spine down “this may be the last time I greet you with this name” a sight following a  long silence were he can hear her breath “by the time im recording this im eight months pregnant with your child and I have to say…im sorry for everything I put you trough, Its not fair for you and if you are mad at me…well I deserve it…”more than mad he was all the time worried without a valid reason “I know and understand your feelings towards our child, its everything everywoman would hope of their partners but…Im still…conflictuated about my own son Shaun” why does she still  thinks over that killer? He couldn’t understand “as the older one let me give you a little piece of advice…your first son its like your first love, the love you feel is as strong as that…and you will feel it forever, im never getting rid of my feelings for Shaun…and you will experience the same with this baby” He look down at his baby daughter, gripping tighter on the blankets “I will never replace Shaun despite everything, I smash him, I let him burn…but I will always be his mother” a silence, a long silence in the tape”I lost all right to be the mother of this  child and I frankly don’t want it, I already have a son, a son I own life, if you want to tell him about me, do it, you can, but I will not be around, I still have debts to pay” pay to who? He was dead a long time before this happen “what we had was…legit and beautiful, I will always treasure the love we had for each other but I recognize I made too much damage to this relationship, you do not deserve this, the amount of traumas and pain I have and cannot leave back…our sons always come first and you will learn that sooner or later” tears started to form in the corners of his eyes hearing her”I will continue working for the brotherhood, I will continue working for you…but ill use my privileges as Sentinel to not follow direct missions and do my own in benefit and representation of the brotherhood” another silence”I know it will be hard to stay away from each other...but I don’t deserve and im no good to be around you both…you know when I realized I was alone in this new word and my old house was destroyed…I found a holotape…from Nate and Shaun when he was a baby…I would listen to that tape all nights until falling asleep…I don’t wish that for you, I don’t want to harm you like that…that’s why this holotape will automatically destroy after it finish playing for the first time” goddamn she will challenge him until the end, another silence, but he took the chance to think and concentrate, looking at the plug of the terminal on the wall, walking slowly to it”I love you…And the further away I am, the less I can hurt you, I'm sorry I can't give you the family that I made you wish…Elder Maxson has a lot of love to give…and I hope he finds someone who can receive it properly…goodbye elder…I wish you the best to you bo-“ but before the holotape plays the last seconds, he unplugged the terminal, clearly she wanted to give him the choice of keeping the tape or letting it play until it destroys…

He couldn’t let anything of her destroys forever…

Arya finished her bottle and closed her eyes, Maxson leaned down to leave a kiss on her forehead and that’s when he realized that the beard was in the way, it presses against the baby face…he should shave. He sat on the bed with the baby on arms, looking at the power-off terminal…well he needed that terminal but some scribe will have to save that holotape first…

He felt his eyes heavy with tears, sniffing, looking down on their daughter together…no…his daughter…she didn’t want to be her mom…

-Its okay –Arthur said, leaving the bottle to a side, picking her by the armpits up to place her in his shoulder- I will be forever at your side…Arya…

When the results were delivered into his quarters after a night of no sleeping at all taking care of his new baby…well he wasn’t surprised at all

Arya Maxson was indeed the legit daughter of Arthur Maxson and Sentinel Nora according to the DNA both give to the brotherhood data base.

That baby will make him change diapers and be feeded every 3 hours for the first time, alone, but he was finally a father. This child will be his new devotion and biggest admiration of the elder Maxson for the following 7 years.

Soon, everybody in the Commonwealth heard the notice of the  birth of the heir of the Prydwen.

[institute-synth-party]

I know people have already said it, but I, too, will say it,

Preston Garvey is one of the best characters in the game and people that hate him don’t actually hate him, they hate Bethesda’s complete inability to streamline quests well and then just get too annoyed to look into his character and/or take it out on the character himself when really what we need to do is band together and dunk Bethesda in The Institute’s synth meat pit for hiding his phenomenal character beneath their bad Everything Else 

[zirawrites]

I love your blog and I'm so excited to see some of your new work. And to fulfill your let's say holiday wish from your followers, I've got the perfect reaction scenario. Do you think you could do the companions and sole having their first new years eve kiss? Thank you in advance 💜💖

Cait: Cait and Sole had gone absolutely feral at the Third Rail for Goodneighbor’s annual New Year’s Eve party. Sole jumped on Hancock’s back multiple times while he danced as Cait cheered them on between gulps of her beer. The two hopped over the bar and attempted to drag a squealing Whitechapel Charlie from behind it. Their laughter and drunken serenading drowned out Magnolia’s soft jazz. Then the unthinkable happened: Hancock kicked them out of the bar, chuckling as he told them to sober up and try again next year. 

“I can’t believe it!” Cait was more amused than frustrated, especially since the mayor let her keep her drink. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been thrown outta a business in Goodneighbor, except if they were trying to murder a fella, I suppose.”

As the two stumbled to the Hotel Rexford, Sole heard a muffled countdown coming from every building. They stopped in the center of town as settlers got down to the final numbers.

When a chorus of Happy Near Year! rung out around them, Sole turned to Cait and pressed their lips firmly against her own. The kiss turned into a giggling, tipsy mess; one neither would wholly remember nor forget come morning.

Curie: Curie was enamored by human traditions, so Sole couldn’t turn down her request to go to a real New Year’s Eve party. They chose the tame one thrown by Preston and fellow Minutemen at the Castle. It was a night of swing music, food vendors from local settlements and -- for the more daring -- moonshine Sturges had made in a Sanctuary bathtub.

When the countdown ringing in the new year ended, Curie pressed upwards on the tips of her toes and gave Sole a chaste peck on their lips.

“That is how the tradition goes, yes?” She was blushing, and Sole couldn’t help but push a strand of her short hair back behind her ear. “I’ve been researching, of course. I did not want to ruin anything for you.”

Sole reassured Curie that she could never be the cause of any ruin, and returned the kiss.

Danse: New Year’s Eve parties were always a little chaotic aboard the Prydwyn. It was one of the rare times Maxon let recruits let loose. Child scribes who’d never stayed up past their bedtimes snuck quick sips of wine from the kitchen. Someone had stolen gauze from the medbay and wrapped it around a suit of power armor, hanging colorful ornaments off it as if it were a Christmas tree. Even Knight Rhys had unclenched his personality long enough to dance with Scribe Haylen.

Danse seemed tense about the festivities. He wanted to participate, but felt it his duty to stay vigilant and sober in case of an attack. Sole coaxed him onto the makeshift dance floor with a promise they would de-decorate the holiday power armor before Maxon saw.

The two danced all the way up until the final countdown, and even then Danse stayed chaste and cordial. They rung in the new year like everyone else. It was only when Sole was taking the gauze down that Danse turned them around for a deep, heartfelt kiss.

When both finally pulled away, Danse’s usually furrowed brow was miraculously smooth. He seemed the lightest he’d been since Sole had met him. “Heard that was a pre-war tradition, but I couldn’t remember when I was supposed to do it. I hope I didn’t upset you.”

Sole laughed and tossed the spool of gauze at his chest.

Deacon: Desdemona had finally, finally let Deacon and Tinker Tom plan a New Year’s Eve bash -- under the guise it wouldn’t turn out like their Christmas party three years ago; something neither would elaborate on for Sole. Regardless, HQ was decorated in streamers and confetti and other paper products no one was sure how the men got their hands on. They attached a tray of drinks to PAM’s robotic pinchers for agents to grab throughout the night. Radio reception was never great underground, but where the songs cut off, Tinker Tom was quick to jump in with his own off-key interpretation.

Once Sole arrived, they had Deacon’s undivided attention. He lavished them with compliments on their elegant pre-war attire (”And hardly any holes! Did you dress up just for lil ‘ol me?”) and stories of what a bonafide New Year’s Eve party used to look like (”So Tom and I got it pretty right? Glad those ten caps I spent on ‘Anyone Can Throw a Party’ paid off.”)

By the end of the night there wasn’t a sober agent in the church. Everyone counted down the new year with giddy elation, swinging glass flutes and the miracle streamers around the room. Then they erupted in cheers, and Sole looked at Deacon with a warm smile that said he had planned one hell of a party.

Deacon leaned down and quickly pecked Sole on the lips. “For good luck, right?”

Sole rolled their eyes. They knew Deacon understood what the pre-war tradition meant. But he had been so sweet that night that Sole only wrapped him in a tight side-hug as they watched the other agents drunkenly celebrate.

Hancock: Hancock wasn’t just mayor of Goodneighbor; he was the self-appointed party prince of the Commonwealth. The Third Rail always threw a electric party of live music, free-flowing drinks and rowdy patrons. Half the bar didn’t even understand the pre-war tradition and just used it as an excuse for a generous serving of booze. But Hancock knew Sole would find the party important -- if not just for sentimental reasons -- and endeavored to make this the best bash yet.

Sole somehow found themselves as the star of the party. Magnolia sang any song they wanted. Whitechapel Charlie never charged them for drinks. Patrons moved from their seats if Sole lingered near their table for too long just in case they wanted to sit.

When Sole was finally able to pull Hancock away from the festivities, they asked why Goodneighbor’s settlers -- some of the baddest, seediest drifters in the ‘Wealth -- were being nice to them.

“It’s cause I told them to, Sunshine.” Hancock’s smile dominated his face, pressing the apples of his cheeks so high that Sole almost missed his wink. “Just wanted tonight to be perfect for you. I’m sure the holidays make you miss home.”

Sole shrugged dismissively, making Hancock’s grin momentarily falter. “Well, you’re missing one tradition. And that one’s my favorite.”

“Anything you want, Sole.” Hancock snaked a hand around their waist. “Just name it.”

Sole cut across the small distance between them with a kiss. Hancock chuckled into their mouth, and Sole finally pulled back with an equally as large smile.

MacCready: Sole had planned a quiet New Year’s Eve in Sanctuary, and MacCready wasn’t complaining. He usually liked celebrating the holiday somewhere boozier like the Third Rail or the Dugout Inn, but that was when he was a lone wolf with only himself to watch out for. Lounging on the couch nibbling on snacks Preston helped bake and watching Sturges unsuccessfully try to fix the radio was far more relaxing. And he knew Sole would stay safe... as long as they stayed away from the cookies Preston had overbaked.

“Having fun?” Sole curled up next to MacCready and handed him a Nuka Cola. “We ran out of booze when Cait got here. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” MacCready took the bottle but set it on the table in front of them. Then the radio kicked on -- much to Sturges amusement -- and MacCready stood to offer his hand. “Care to dance?”

The two spun in slow circles across the crumbling, war-torn living room of Sole’s old house. They danced past empty picture frames that used to hold photographs of Sole and their spouse cradling baby Shaun. Over the shredded carpet where Sole unboxed Codsworth over 200 years ago.

None of it mattered. They had each other, and that was plenty to celebrate.

At the end of the song, MacCready leaned in and kissed Sole. It was a soft, romantic kiss just like in the pre-war movies. And it was perfect.

“Couldn’t wait until the countdown,” MacCready chuckled. “Do I still get another chance in the new year?”

Preston: Preston wanted New Year’s Eve to be perfect for Sole. Not only were they the Minutemen’s most hardworking general and therefore deserving of some appreciation, but Preston’s biggest crush. He spent days finding something sparkling for Sole to toast to (albeit it was boozy Nuka Cola Quantum). Then several more days hunting for salvageable champagne flutes. By the time he had pieced together a charcuterie board of mirelurk meat, Takahashi’s noodles and Sugar Bombs covered in syrup, Sole hadn’t seen him since Christmas.

When they entered their quarters to see the food spread out across their table, Preston’s face was blushed nearly purple. “I thought you deserved a break,” he admitted sheepishly. “I know you like to work through the holidays. Someone has to, I guess. But if you wouldn’t mind counting down the new year with me tonight...”

Sole was happy to spend the evening drinking and dancing to Diamond City radio. Travis eventually rang in the new year while Preston and Sole were sitting on the desk littered with the remnants of Preston’s food spread. Sole leaned over and kissed Preston as soon as the croaky-voiced DJ said happy new year. When they pulled away, Preston ran his hand rhythmically across Sole’s back.

“Well, happy new year to you, too, General.” Then he leaned in for a second kiss.

Piper: Piper was awoken by someone tugging on her arm. She jumped upright in her chair with a gasp as the stranger shoved a glass of wine in her hand, then ran across the newsroom to turn up the Diamond City station on the radio.

“Wake up, Piper!” It was Sole, who was enthusiastically waving their own wine in the air. “You fell asleep editing again. You were going to miss the countdown.”

Piper pulled off a paper that had stuck to her forehead and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor. “You nearly scared me to death, Blue.” Her voice was tense but appreciative. She would have hated to miss the weird pre-war tradition her and Nat usually celebrated together. Her sister had fallen asleep on the couch hours ago.

“I think you mean you’re welcome.” Sole hopped themselves to sit on Piper’s desk, brushing their knees against the side of her chair. “Need to get your responses checked like Takahashi? I think your malfunctioning.”

Instead of a retort, Piper listened to Travis count down the new year. When it ended, the two friends both screamed happy new year! and clinked their glasses together, downing the respective drinks in one long gulp.

“What other traditions did you like to do back in the day?” Piper stood to refresh her drink, and Sole took her collar to pull her closer. They leaned upwards to catch her lips in a soft kiss, only pulling away when Piper placed her hand on their knee.

“Too much?” Sole chuckled and played with the stem of their glass. “That’s something couples do to ring in the new year. I know we’re not officially dating but --”

They were cut off by Piper returning the kiss.

Nick: Nick was an old soul, so there wasn’t any doubt that he wouldn’t have planned the perfect evening on New Year’s Eve. He decorated the agency and opened it to a small group of friends in Diamond City including Ellie, Piper, Nat, Vadim and -- of course -- Sole. The group drank and danced to the radio, swapping stories of what antics everyone had gotten up to over the past year.

Nick eventually pulled Sole aside and offered to fetch them a drink, which Sole politely declined. “I haven’t seen enough of you tonight,” they admitted, nudging his side with their elbow and eliciting a chuckle from the detective. “But don’t get me wrong: you’re a perfect host. I could have never pulled something like this together.”

“Perish the thought, Sole.” He took their hand and brought their knuckles to his lips. “You can do anything.”

“Can I get a New Year’s kiss?” Sole batted their eyelashes in a comically innocent way. 

Nick leaned forward to give them a chaste one, but Sole wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him into something deeper. He chuckled against them, eventually pulling away when he could hear snickering from the other guests. “Weren’t we supposed to wait for the countdown?”

Sole shook their head. “New world, new rules.”

X6-88: As usual, X6 was leaned against a far wall observing the crowd instead of partaking in it. He had no desire to drink to the new year; as far as he was concerned, every day not working towards humanity’s future was time wasted. People’s incessant need to mark every milestone irked him, and he showed it by brooding far away from the New Year’s Eve party.

Sole saddled up beside him. His posture slightly deflated as he relaxed into Sole’s familiar presence. “So, what’s your New Year’s resolution? An old pre-war tradition. You vow to make some big change to your life and accomplish it by the end of the year.”

X6 took a moment to consider. “Improve the Institute by catching runaway synths.”

Sole shook their head. “No, it has to be something personal. For example, I made a pact with Preston to lose five pounds.” They slapped their hip, and the leathery sound brought a chuckle to X6′s lips. “Been hitting the Sugar Bombs too hard.”

“Your health is in an optimal state,” X6 assured. “But I suppose my resolution would be to... act on more impulse. Too much calculation can slow anyone down.”

“Trust your gut!” Sole encouraged, melding closer to him on the wall. “What’s your gut saying now?”

X6 leaned down and gave Sole a quick kiss. It was over nearly before it began, leaving Sole giddy and lightheaded. “Partake in more traditions,” he teased.

[eattheglowingmoss]

moss' Fallout OC Masterlist - The Wasters

Ame Ortiz (New Vegas) –

Race: Human

Age: 26

Gender: Male (He/him)

Sexuality: Gay

Occupation: Caravaneer / former-sharpshooter

Allegiance: Followers of the Apocalypse / NCR (vaguely)

Ame might not be the sharpest switchblade in Freeside, but Miss Fortune sure does love to see what he gets into. With just about the best luck a fella can have and just little enough common sense to let himself trust it, he's managed to carve a place for himself out of the New Vegas strip (even if he doesn't really understand how all those games are supposed to work in the first place). Turns out having a 10 in luck makes blackjack really easy - likewise, it makes it really easy to get yourself banned from ever playing at the same table twice.

Things have been pretty okay for him since Nipton. But almost anything is better than Nipton. If Ames has learned nothing, he's learned that no matter how good the game you're playing is, you can't beat a cheater. He's been trying to avoid catching The Legion's eye since all that happened. (With varying degrees of success)

Alec "Sawshark" Kahloon -

Race: Irradiated Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Gay

Occupation: Field Nurse / Mercenary Medic-for-Hire

Allegiance: Minutemen / Railroad

Shark-toothed wasteland medic from the Old Country Roads, man of my own heart. Alec Kahloon is the most wastelander of all these folks, having grown-up in the tristate area and traveled everywhere else ever since. He's a medic and does what he can to help whenever possible, but after an ordeal with his raider ex-boyfriend trying to sacrifice him to a gang of super mutants, he's settled down for the most part.

Recently he's gotten into the ranks of the Railroad, and runs the Mercer Safehouse out of Kingsport Lighthouse. But, for anyone not in the know, it's just a very well guarded doctor's house with a very kind man who rarely turns people away.

Artie Heart -

Race: Ghoul

Age: 200+ (I dunno', I'm a writer, I haven't done math?)

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Gay

Occupation: Strong-Man performer [pre-war], farmer [post-war]

Allegiance: Nuka-World (Not raiders)

A pre-war strong man ghoul powered by Nuka-Hearty. He's one half of a cola-flavored duo living(?) in a post-war Nuka-World with his buddy Love. He was one of the Nuka-World performers ghoulified in Kiddie Kingdom after the bombs dropped, and is still trying to take the park back. Or at least get it in a good enough working order that it becomes useful to folks trying to make it into something better than it was, or is. He was a theater kid, you think he knows how to fix that power plant?

He's a big softie, but he will rip the arms of the first raider he sees. He's very unhappy with what they've done to the place.

Jester Rell -

Race: Human

Age: 19

Gender: Female (She/her)

Sexuality: Ace lesbian (Same, hun. Same)

Occupation: Nuka-World raider and collector of tat

Allegiance: Nuka-Raiders

Speaking of Nuka-World - here's someone Artie really wouldn't get along with. She's a Nuka-world trader turned Nuka-World raider. Though, in the grand scheme of things she has no love for her own (no honor among thieves or what have you). She and her family got collared when Colter and his gangs rumbled into the park and she pulled a revenge scheme together that put her in with the Pack Ranks. Though she runs with them, her heart is with the Disciples. And the Operators are cool too, I guess.

She's not a great person!

Bog -

Race: Mutant

Age: 30(?)

Gender: Do crabs have gender? (She/her for now)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Full-time lurker of mires

Allegiance: None

Mirelurk lady my beloved. Somewhere, someday, somehow, a child stumbled into the mirelurk nest down by the glowing sea and didn't get herself snapped in two by an angry mire-mama. About a couple decades later we now have Bog. Somewhere between a lurk, a ghoul, and a mutant, she's a radioactive enigma and lovely to talk to if she gives you the chance! Especially if you speak mirelurk.

[fallout4holmes]

Nuka-World 15

The morning crawled by, each moment longer than the next. Gage wanted to go over the Commonwealth invasion plan, so made himself at home on the patio while he and Holmes discussed a variety of approaches and ways to create chaos and maybe get some slave collars on settlers. Holmes maintained a firm stance of nonviolence unless necessary out of practicality— settlements need settlers to run them, after all. Gage was sensible enough to agree, and thought the General of the Minutemen suddenly commanding settlers to pay rent to raiders was hilarious.

I flipped on the radio. The raiders had their own station, run by a fella calling himself RedEye. He doubled as the announcer for the Gauntlet. No music, just updates about the park and gang business. This morning, he was reading letters sent in.

"And now, a note: "The Pack rules!" Okay, sure, and on the back is... no. Damn it, Mason, I told you— I am NOT howling. Ever."

Gage looked at me strangely, “You never turned that on before.”

I shrugged, “Anything’s gotta be better than listening to you try to make plans.”

He turned back to Holmes, “Boss, why the hell is the scrap heap still here? Can’t we turn him into parts or something?”

“No, Mr. Gage, you cannot,” Holmes said, perfectly calm.

“What if you do it, and I just watch?”

“I have no interest in voyeurism, thank you,” Holmes muttered.

It took Gage a minute, then he didn’t know if he should laugh or be disgusted. He settled on unsettled. “Uh huh.”

"This here is Raider Radio - don't forget, if you've got something you want everyone to hear, you're probably wrong and whatever it is sucks. But if you insist, drop us a note and we'll read it on-air… oh. *laughing* Oh, Yeah! Attention all my favorite undesirables out there! In case you haven't noticed, the Nuka-Express just pulled in! Looks like we got ourselves some fresh meat to run the Gauntlet!"

"About time Harvey came back," Gage grumbled.

Holmes got into his armor, “Let’s not be late to our own show.”

"And he's off! Let's hope our latest prey can draw a little... inspiration from our previous victims!”

We hurried down and made our way to the arena. I snuck a quick peek inside the marketplace as we passed; Deacon was dressed as a trader, perusing the wares while his hired muscle Cait looked bored. MacCready was haggling over the price of ammunition at the weapons stall. At least one part of the plan was in place.

Word of the event had spread, every radio in Nuka-Town on and tuned to the play-by-play.

"I think that monkey's playing your death march, vic… huh! Alright, this guy’s good with a laser rifle, I’ll give him that. But don’t worry, the Gauntlet's still got plenty in store for this one.”

“You got this?” Gage asked Holmes.

Holmes nodded. “I’m in power armor for a reason, Gage. I won’t be using the power grid as my predecessor did, but I’m not stupid enough to be in the middle of that arena without protection.”

"Haha! Who doesn't love a good explosion!”

I winced. Hopefully whoever was running through this death trap would make it out ok. I had no idea what we were going to do if they made it to the other side before Preston had a chance to attack, but I couldn’t worry about that now.

Some raiders had already taken seats in the arena when we arrived, with more coming in. Mason was already present with a small number of the Pack, along with Mags and William Black with some Operators. Nisha and a handful of Disciples soon came in after us. The seating area was split between the gangs; the Operators had a two-story set-up, complete with an elevator. The ground floor held a bar, couches, and chairs, while the top floor had more chairs and a patio table. On the other side were the Disciples, just four benches and then up a set of stairs to two more benches, all decorated with the heads of their enemies. Between the two were the Pack; rubble, cages, and three chairs.

"Aw, what? Call me crazy, but I think our vic's got something against fun. You know how hard it is to set those traps, man? Least you could do is step on them."

Anyone who didn’t have a seat with their leaders had to stand behind the fence surrounding the arena, which seemed just fine with them. Holmes made his way into the middle of the ring, Gage following. Lacking any signal from Holmes, I followed Gage. Gage was about to take issue with this when a panicked Operator ran straight for us.

“Overboss! Super mutants in Dry Gulch!”

“What?!” Mags and William stood up, furious.

“What did you see?” Holmes commanded.

“I was going to Dry Gulch, saw a super mutant just inside the entrance. They must have taken over the park!”

“Sucks to be you,” Nisha called from her seat.

I kept carefully neutral. Seemed Strong had been a little too enthusiastic about getting the party started.

“We’ll deal with it later,” Holmes said. At the predictably outraged protest from the Operators, Holmes shouted, “Your people are already dead, Mags! What is charging in without a plan going to accomplish?”

"Goddamn, look who's in the homestretch! Time for a little audience participation!”

Holmes gestured as if the announcement proved his point. “Let everyone have a little fun, and then I’ll use Dry Gulch to test the Nuka-Launcher.” He paused, then added, “I’ll even let you fire the first shot.”

The Operators weren’t happy, but they backed down. I noticed the Pack’s ears had perked up at the sound of new weapons being tested, the Disciples muttering to each other. Gage nodded in approval, “Can’t wait to see what that thing can do.”

An emergency door alarm sounded. The raiders cheered.

"Well, I'll be damned. You know what that sound means! Get your ass down to Cola-Cars. The main event's about to begin!"

Gage stepped back off to the side. I followed, much to his displeasure, but he decided to ignore me and focus on the upcoming fight.

"Get over to Cola-Cars, and watch the new Overboss crush our latest vic! Power armor on power armor, oh man, I hope someone’s core gets blown! The stands are filling up fast. Better hurry 'cause for losers, it's standing room only."

He was right, the stands were full and a steady stream of raiders were still pouring in, packing the standing room around the ring— wait. Both fighters were in power armor?

I smiled.

The crowd shouted and raged, cheering for blood as Holmes stood passively in his armor, rifle in his hands. The volume only grew as the victim emerged from the locker room. At first glance, Overboss and victim looked to be dressed in the same model of power armor, except that one was Quantum blue and the other was gunmetal grey, the white emblem of the Minutemen painted on his breastplate.

“General,” greeted Danse.

“Lieutenant Colonel,” Holmes said. “I see you made it in one piece.”

“The fuck,” growled Gage beside me as the crowd muttered, catching on too fast.

Holmes and Danse started circling each other. “I have to admit," Danse said, "the death traps were inventive. I was dismayed to learn you’d become the leader of a bunch of low-life, honorless vermin.”

“Oh, come now, Danse, that’s an unfair assessment. These are organized honorless vermin.”

Holmes’s joke got a few snickers and the crowd seemed to sense a fight would be coming after all. The chattering started up again, catcalls that the Overboss “shoot him already” starting.

Gage shifted restless and wary, "The hell is he waiting for?"

My geiger counter started ticking.

Danse nearly attacked in surprise when the glowing ghoul in a tux suddenly appeared in a puff of smoke. Oz removed his hat and bowed to his audience, "I apologize for the interruption, but it's time for the real show to begin!"

A blast of radiation filled the arena, catching every raider unprotected and off guard as the two men in power armor started firing into the seating area. As Gage staggered, I decked him with a left hook.

"Wanted to do that for days," I muttered, and suddenly felt something heavy in my pocket. It was the squirt gun we'd used to take down Colter, significantly modified.

There was no sign of Oswald. "Alright, that's impressive," I chuckled as the sounds of a firefight outside got closer. "Move it, fellas!" I shouted.

Danse and Holmes made their retreat as the always-armed raiders started firing back.

"You don't typically fight in power armor," Danse shouted over the fight.

"I thought it prudent for the occasion!" Holmes shouted back.

"I'm proud of you, sir. Though the color is… a lot."

I shouldn't have taken my eyes off Gage. Son of a bitch took off running, and a bunch of raiders were following his example. Danse, Holmes, and I made it outside through the chaos to find Nuka-Town had become a warzone.

"Move, General!" Preston shouted, and pitched a Nuka-grenade right through the door of the arena. We moved fast. Danse kept shooting at anyone trying to escape the arena while Holmes and I checked out the chaos in the park. Preston caught us up; “Minutebots and a squad of Minutemen are clearing out the Disciples from Fizztop Mountain. MacCready is on the patio of the Grill, sniping any raider he sees. Deacon and Cait took care of the guards in the Marketplace, now Curie has it locked down while she and Dr. Bridgeman tend the wounded. Minutemen cleaned out the Parlor, thanks to these grenades, and Strong is having the time of his life in the amphitheater against the Pack. Hancock is—”

A symphony of shotgun blasts nearby were followed by a hoarse shout, “Come on. At least try!”

Preston shrugged, “He’s taking care of everyone else.”

"Danse and I will make sure no one gets out of the arena," Holmes said, "Valentine, you and Preston assist wherever needed."

We got to work. I kept the water gun in my pocket; didn't have any ammo for it and didn't want to waste the shot. Pistol in hand, I did my best to help every Minuteman I spotted. This was a mess.

I found Hancock fighting near the amphitheater; he was hurt bad, but still cracking wise. "Facing off against me? I'd be scared too," he grunted as he turned and blew a hole through the raider that had shot him in the back.

I hurried forward, geiger counter ticking as Oswald reached him first. Oz waved his hands, glowed a little brighter, and conjured up some magic.

"Holy shit," Hancock breathed and stood straighter. "You need a job after this, I know a whole town of ghouls where you'd be real popular."

Oz blinked. "Oh. I'll… consider it."

I shot the raiders coming up behind them. "You know there's still a war going on?!"

"Stick with me, brother," Hancock grinned wickedly, and headed into the amphitheater.

Oz nodded, grabbed a machete off a dead raider, and followed.

"Strong kill all raiders!!!" came the bellow from inside.

"C'mon big guy, you need help!" Hancock scolded back.

I figured they were fine.

The marketplace, on the other hand, had a problem. A couple Minutemen had been attacked while they tried to haul some wounded inside. Curie leaped into battle to keep the raiders from entering, and help arrived in the form of a very angry redhead with a baseball bat.

"Bloody fuckin' nobs!" Cait shouted as she swung. "Get yer arses back to whatever shite spawned ya!"

Deacon suddenly appeared next to me, "Raider on the lift!"

"What?!"

"A raider took the lift up! Saw the lift moving but I was out of range for the shot—"

"Help Cait and Curie!" I was already running. I had a sinking feeling I knew who I would find.

Gage hadn't counted on a mercenary being on the Fizztop Grill's patio; he and MacCready were grappling over Gage's rifle near the door. Gage's side was bloody but that wasn't slowing him down as he head-butted MacCready before knocking him back and clocking him with the butt of the gun. I shot at him from the lift, but only nicked him as he made it inside.

I ran to MacCready. He was unconscious with a broken nose, but he was breathing. I took the moment to reload, stood up, and was knocked backward by a mini-nuke launcher swung at my skull.

"This would have worked if it weren't for you!" Gage growled.

My optics were flickering, couldn't aim straight. "Holmes would rather be dead than be your Overboss."

Gage rolled his eyes, "People say shit like that all the time, until it comes time to die." Bastard tackled me against the bar, shoved a hand through my neck and grabbed my spine to hold me there. Hurt like hell, so much I dropped my gun to claw at his hand, try to pry him off without making it hurt even more.

"How're you… planning to get out?" I managed to gasp.

"Your idiot soldiers worked their way in, but didn't leave anyone standing guard behind them."

"Those 'idiot soldiers' just turned your big dream to ash."

I tried not to scream as he squeezed. "You may have decimated these assholes, but there are plenty of gangs out there. We took Nuka-World once, we'll do it again."

Then I was on the floor in a heap, watching Gage walk off toward the lift with the Nuka-Launcher. I couldn't let him get away and form whole new raider gangs equipped with Quantum-powered weapons, had to act fast…

"Gage!"

He looked over his shoulder as he stepped onto the lift and laughed. "And what the hell are you gonna do with that?"

I smirked, and held the water gun steady. "Just thought you could use a drink."

A ball of blue fired straight at Gage's chest, exploding on impact in a blast of glowing smoke and flame. The raider slumped against the lift's rails, scorched and hopefully dead. I carefully approached, on my guard, and grabbed the launcher and it's ammo. Then I dumped the body to the ground.

MacCready groaned.

I hurried over, "You ok?"

"Sure… soon as my head stops hurting."

"Stay put, don't move. I'll signal for help."

He tried to sit up, "The guy that hit me—"

"Ain't a problem anymore."

MacCready relaxed, "Good. I'll just lie here then."

I chuckled, "Good idea."

From the patio's view, I could tell the Minutemen we're winning. Gage had been right, there were raiders escaping through the gaps, but annihilating them had never been the plan. The Minutemen were here to rescue their General and free the traders, and they'd done it. Every raider in Nuka-World would shortly either be dead or on the run.

It wasn't long before Danse came marching through, leading a squad of Minutemen to root out any remaining raiders. I watched the military maneuvering for a moment before taking the lift down. "Hey, Lieutenant Colonel! MacCready needs a medic up top!"

Danse nodded and gave an order to a soldier who took off running. Then he looked me over, "Do you require assistance, Valentine?"

"Me?"

"It is unusual to see you look… tired."

I smiled, "Do I? Something must be a little out of alignment after getting my spine strangled."

"After what?"

I sighed and tried to change the subject, "Where's Holmes?"

"The General is in the Marketplace visiting the wounded and taking stock of our losses. How severe is your misalignment and is there a mechanic in this godforsaken place that can be of assistance?"

I lit a cigarette, "Anyone ever tell you you're worse than a mother hen?"

"Not in those exact words, but I believe Preston has implied similarly." The soldiers were all trying really hard not to smile. "I will remain here until medical assistance arrives for MacCready while you find Holmes in the Marketplace."

"Alright, alright," I gave up. "Thanks, Danse."

"Of course."

I heard him giving orders to his people to continue the sweep while he guarded the lift as I headed toward the market. Knowing Danse, of all people, was looking out for me was a weird sensation… though I guess I shouldn't have been surprised after everything he and Preston had done for my family. One thing getting kidnapped by raiders had done was show just how big our little family really was.

I found Holmes talking to Curie, his power armor left to the side. "How bad is it?" I asked.

He turned to me, relieved for a moment before putting on the General again. "Not as bad as I thought it would be. Nearly all of the Minutemen were injured, the ones who weren't are on patrol now with Danse and Preston, flushing out any remaining raiders. We lost a few. Dr. Bridgeman is keeping an eye on Corporal Brown's condition as we speak."

"Damn," I shook my head. "You know he just recently got that promotion?"

"So I was told," Holmes sighed. "He's not the only one we may yet lose before the day is done."

I put my hand on his shoulder, "They knew what they signed up for."

He nodded, "I know. I still…" he trailed off as he finally looked fully at me. "What happened?"

"Bit of a tussle with the Overboss's right hand man."

His face hardened, "You're hurt."

I shrugged, "A bit out of whack, nothin' Chip can't put back in place. With Curie here too, should be a cinch."

And just like that he was off across the other side of the market, striding back to me with the handyman in tow.

I feel it worth mentioning that I was right. Curie and Chip had me right as rain, MacCready was treated and soon on his feet, and Corporal Brown pulled through, some significant scarring aside. His friend Jackson assured him facial scars were sexy. He didn't believe her, but he laughed anyway. Danse and Preston confirmed Nuka-World was free of raiders, leaving Dr. Bridgeman with the awkward task of figuring out how to remove everyone's collars.

While she discussed options with Curie, Chip, Danse, and Deacon (the latter two having seen slavers in the Capital Wasteland employ a more lethal version,) Holmes and I went in search of our other allies.

We found Strong in the amphitheater, perfectly at home sitting on Mason's throne. He was eating… something. I couldn't tell what, and I didn't want to ask. Hancock and Cait were up in the seats, chatting over a flask. Hancock was drinking more of it than Cait was, I was glad to see. And every now and then he'd hand it over to the magician sitting a little father away, presumably to keep from accidentally exposing Cait to his radiation.

"General Trouble!" Hancock called as he spotted us. "Next time you get yourself kidnapped, think you could do it in less of a fortress?"

"If this had been less of a fortress, Mayor Hancock," Holmes dryly replied as we climbed the steps, "I wouldn't have remained kidnapped in the first place."

"I'm glad for it," Oswald said softly, then realized we all heard him. "I'd still be waiting for a miracle that would never happen if you hadn't come," he hurried to explain. "I don't know how long I would have stayed in that castle. Or," he looked at me, "if I'd have kept going."

Cait was tapping Hancock's shoulder with a questioning look, but he just shrugged.

"I'm glad some good came of all this," Holmes said, sincere. "Valentine tells me he offered to introduce you to the scientists in Covenant, our Minutemen Research Center."

Oz nodded, "I'd like that, I think. I, um," he glanced at Hancock, then back at us, "I'd also like to see Mayor Hancock's town, if that's alright? A city of ghouls… I lived in similar for over a hundred years."

"Might not be the sort of town yer lookin' for," Cait warned.

I nodded, "Goodneighbor follows a do-it-yourself security mentality. Anything goes, as long as it's not done out in the open."

"Hey," Hancock said, "I don't appreciate all this casting my town in a bad light. Yeah, the Goodneighbor way of life ain't for everyone, some folks don't do well with a lack of rules, but at least everyone's free."

"The solution is simple," Holmes said. "Covenant is first on the trip back. Then we'll go to the Slog, a tarberry farm run completely by ghouls, and then Goodneighbor. That will give our new friend plenty of exposure to the Commonwealth, the two primarily ghoulish settlements, and he will have time to decide what he wants to make of his life."

Oz blinked, "Friend?"

"Oh!" It hit me, "I gotta get back to the Safari Adventure, let Cito know it's all over. And someone should put the S.T.A.R cores back in the Galactic Zone, get the robots back under control." I started moving and called back over my shoulder, "Tell the traders the World of Refreshment is one hundred percent off limits, Oz's friends can wander the place in peace, but we should figure out what to do about that secret lab."

"Is he always like this?" I heard Oz ask.

Holmes laughed fondly, "No, actually. Usually I'm the one leaving him to trail behind the whirlwind. Now I know what it's like."

Cito was happy to hear we won, and even said he might visit Nuka-Town someday. The traders didn't have a problem with never going near the bottling plant, and we got the robots back under control in the Galactic Zone. Holmes decided he'd have a couple scientists come over from Covenant to investigate the secret lab and make sure there wasn't anything left over that could one day come back to bite us. This would be easy, thanks to the new Nuka-World/Commonwealth Express. Harvey was happy to act as conductor. Trade and the occasional Minuteman visit via rail would hopefully be to everyone's benefit.

With all that taken care of, it was time to finally go home. We hopped aboard the Nuka-Express and headed back to the Commonwealth. Holmes and I sat on one of the few intact benches, my arm around his shoulders as he looked out the window, oblivious to the car packed with his soldiers and friends. “What do you think is the first thing that Piper’s gonna ask us when we get back?” I joked.

He smirked, “Ha. 'Spill, Blue, gimme all the details.' What do you think is the first thing our secretary will say?”

“‘I’m so glad you’re back, how many times do I have to tell you to be careful.’”

“Mm, Ellie does say that a lot, doesn’t she?”

He leaned into me, and I chuckled. “You know, I don’t think anyone here would blink an eye if you got some well-deserved rest, Sherlock.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m fine,” he muttered. “Just thinking about Shaun.”

“Seeing him is the best part of coming home,” I nodded. “Makes all this worth it. Ha, now that Nuka-World isn’t run by raiders anymore, maybe one day we can show him what an amusement park used to be like.”

Sherlock was quiet for a long moment. By the time it occurred to me to glance down, he was fast asleep on my shoulder.

The End

[scorpio-skies]

OC as a Companion Meme!

NAME: Nora Hart

FOUND: Near Sunshine Tidings Co-Op, fighting raiders at the church. 

COMPANION PERK: The Bear Necessities - Acquire Honey the yao guai as an extra companion.  

ROMANCEABLE:  Yes 

(I was tagged for this a very long time ago, but always wanted to do it! Tagging: @eluvisen​ @mrninjapineapple​ @ariejul​ @sociallyacceptablemadness​ @lothrilzul​ @slothssassin​ @mars-colony​ @lookbluesoup​ @tarberrymentats​ @leporidaefluff​ @charomiami​ @beckiboos​ and anybody who’d like to do it! If you’ve done it before feel free to rb your original unless you wanna make another for a diff OC >:3c but no pressure at all!)

 WEAPON OF CHOICE: 

Lucky (.357 magnum revolver from FNV ;p)

Combat rifle

 I THINK WE SHOULD TRAVEL TOGETHER:

“Then let’s hit the road!” 

“Time for another adventure? Count me in!”

“You can count on me, boss!” 

“Let’s get going, then!”

“The road’s a-calling.” 

“Sounds like fun!” 

(Romanced) “Good! I was hoping for some quality time with you.”

(Romanced) “I’d follow you anywhere, love. Lead on.”

 USE MELEE:

“This is too close for comfort!” 

“Let’s hit ‘em hard and fast!” 

“Just go down already!” 

“It’s about to get messy!”

 USE RANGED:

“I’ve got your back!” 

“They won’t get past me.” 

“Nothing like a long-distance relationship!” 

“Got it!”

 OPEN INVENTORY:

“That’ll be twenty-caps. Just kidding!” 

“What do you need?” 

“Here’s what I’ve got!” 

“Sure thing -- just don’t mess up my pack.”

(Romanced) “Oh? Did you get me something nice?”

 IF OVERENCUMBERED:

“See, this is why caravans have carts and brahmin.” 

“Shame Honey isn’t here to carry that for us… / Why don’t you see if Honey’ll carry it for ya?” 

“I mean, I love junk as much as the next gal but... don’t you think you’re overdoing it?” 

“Let me carry some of that for you.” 

“You’re gonna hurt your back like that!” 

“Your pack’s gonna pop…”

 STAY CLOSE:

“I’m with you.” 

“Right beside you.” 

“I’m here.”

 KEEP DISTANCE:

“Gotcha.” 

“You got it.”

"Sure."

STEALTH:

"The sneaky way, huh?" 

"Like shadows." 

"Alright, let's go quietly." 

"They won't know what hit em." 

 BACKUP:

“Oh! Sorry."

"I'll give you some space." 

“Sorry -- don’t mean to be stepping on your toes!”

BE PASSIVE:

“Always worth negotiating!” 

“I definitely prefer talking to violence.” 

“Sounds good to me, boss. I’d prefer not to shoot if I don’t have to.” 

“Turn on the charm!” 

“You’re quite the people person.” 

“You’re a real charmer, ain’t ya?” 

(Romanced) “That’s my hero!”

 BE AGGRESSIVE:

“Just say the word, boss.” 

“I’m ready.” 

“Guess it’s too late to ask them nicely?” 

“Alright. Let’s bring the mayhem.”

“Well, if we can’t talk them down…”

 USE STIMPAK:

“Ow… thanks, boss.” 

“Ugh, needles… remind me not to get shot again.” 

“Phew that’s better.” 

“Thanks -- I’m good.”

“Back to it!”

WAIT HERE:

“Don’t go too far, okay?” 

“Alright. Hurry back before I get too bored though, yeah?” 

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

FOLLOW ME:

“Welcome back, boss!” 

“Alright, let’s get back to it!” 

“Lead on, boss. I’m with you.” 

“Glad to have you back.”

LOVER’S EMBRACE: 

“That was a good roll in the hay…” 

“Jackpot!” 

“Now that’s what I call a rodeo...”

“Morning beautiful/handsome!” 

“Could stay all day in bed with you…” 

“I love you. I want you to know that.” 

 DISMISSED:

“Well, you know where I’ll be.” 

“Alright then. Take care of yourself, boss. You know where to find me.” 

“Okay then. I’ll tell Kammie and Honey you said hi.” 

“Alright -- you be careful, though. You hear me?” 

“Time to head home then -- come and see us soon, yeah?” 

(Romanced) “If that’s what you want, just… come home safe to me, alright? I’ll be waiting for you.”

 ENEMIES (LONG RANGE)

“Today is not your lucky day!”

“You’re gonna regret this!” 

“Shouldn’t pick fights ya can’t finish!”

“Hope you’ve made your peace!”

(Raiders) “You’re not gotta loot us!”

(Raiders) “You’re not hurting anybody else!” 

(Raiders) “Time to answer for your crimes!” 

(Gunners) “Let’s teach these thugs how to shoot!” 

(Gunners) “I ain’t losing to the likes of you!” 

(Gunners) “Hope those caps were worth your life!”

(Insects) “Ugh. These things creep me out!”

(Insects) “Buzz off!” 

(Synths/Robots) “I’m gonna sell you for scrap!”

(Synths/Robots) “Time to shut you down permanently!”

(Super mutants) “Why are they always so big and angry?”

(Super mutants) “We’re not on the menu!” 

(Super mutants) “I’m not going in some meat bag!”

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “Holy shit!” 

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “The bigger they are, the harder they’ll fall!”

(Feral ghouls) “These things creep me out.”

(Feral ghouls) “Boss! Ferals!” 

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Run!” 

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Look out!” 

(Yao Guai) “Don’t tell Honey!” 

(Yao Guai) “I’m sorry bear!” 

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff) “God I hate having to do that.” 

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff/mole rats) “I’m sorry -- you left me no choice.”

(Critical Kill) “WOO! Nice shot!”

(Critical Kill) “Lucky hit!”

ENEMIES (CLOSE RANGE)

“Bring it!” 

“Let’s dance!” 

“Look out!” 

“They’re on us!”

(Insects) “Ugh -- I hate these things!”

(Insects) “Disgusting!” 

(Insects) “You’re really starting to bug me!”

(Synths/Robots) “Where’s the off switch?”

(Children of Atom) “Hope you said your prayers!”

(Super mutants) “Wow, you’re a big fella.” 

(Super mutants) “What do these guys eat? No -- don’t answer that.”

(Super mutants) “I am not a snack!”

(Feral ghouls) “Get away from me!” 

(Feral ghouls) “Shit!”

(Feral ghouls) “Way too close!”

(Mirelurks) “These guys sure are crabby!”

 WHEN ENTERING:

GOODNEIGHBOR

“Well, this looks like a good place to get mugged.” 

“Ah, Goodneighbor. Crime capital of the Commonwealth -- watch your back here, boss.” 

“Yeah, Goodneighbor has walls but it’s got plenty of cut-throats within them. We’ll need to watch our backs. Also our caps.” 

“Oh, boss. You always take me to the ‘nicest’ places.” 

“Is everyone’s staring at us, or is that just me?”

 DIAMOND CITY

“So, this is the great green jewel of the Commonwealth… I’ll have to get Kammie a souvenir.”

“Hey -- mind if we stop by the market? I wanna see if I can wrangle us some deals.”

“Noodles? Served by a robot? Kammie is not gonna believe this...”

“Do you think these people ever get tired of looking at the walls?” 

“So this is the infamous Dugout… You hear a lot about this place in the caravans. Home of Bobrov’s Best! Fancy getting a bottle?”

 BUNKER HILL

“These guys are miserly, even by trader standards. If you need anything, let me do the haggling, yeah?” 

“Bunker Hill’s a popular stop for caravans. Me and Kammie were planning on stopping here, but I’m not sure they’d let Honey through the gate…”

“I’ve been here before, you know. But it was a long time ago.”

 BOSTON AIRPORT

“Do you really think those wrecks could fly? I can’t even imagine what that’d be like…” 

“If we could still fly like that… think of all of the places we could see.”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Wow… Just look at that airship!”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Looks like the Brotherhood mean business. Maybe we should move on?”

(After Reveille has triggered) “I don’t really wanna tangle with the Brotherhood, boss. They’re bad for business.”

 THE PRYDWEN

“Wow -- just look at that view!”

“This ship is amazing -- and look at all the power armour!”

“Hey, do you think they’ll sell me a suit if I ask nicely?”

 THE CASTLE

“The Castle must have been a sight to see when the Minutemen were in charge. Shame about the current tenants...”

(After Castle is restored) “It’s great to see the Castle back in Minutemen hands!”

(After Castle is restored) “The Minutemen have done a great job fixing the Castle up again!.”

(After Castle is restored) “I bet the sunrise is something to see from those walls...” 

(After Castle is restored) “Me and Kammie were talking about whether we should join the Minutemen or not… do you think they accept bears?”

 QUINCY

(Before clearing Quincy) “I heard about what the Gunners did to Quincy… nothing but a bunch of murderers.” 

(Before clearing Quincy) “Look at what they did here… The Gunners are no better than raiders.”

(After clearing Quincy) “I really hope Quincy can rebuild and recover someday.” 

 THE GLOWING SEA

“So… which of us will turn ghoul first?” 

“Is there a way to turn the Geiger counter off? It keeps reminding me we’re dying and I don’t like it.” 

“This place… it’s like we’re in a nightmare.” 

“I keep seeing things moving in the fog…” 

“Do you think they really knew what they were doing when they dropped the bombs?”

“We’ll have to drink a few pints of radaway after this…”

 CONCORD

“That vertibird makes an interesting installation...”

 LEXINGTON

“I heard Lexington is overrun with ferals… are you sure we can’t go around?” 

“I feel like there’s something around every corner...”

“Why can’t the ferals just eat the raiders?”

 SALEM

“This place belongs in a horror comic.”

(Devil’s Due) “I don’t like the sound of that...” 

(Return egg to the deathclaw) “I’m proud of you, boss. Those deathclaws deserved better… now, let’s back away nice and slow and leave them to it, yeah?”

 LYNN WOODS

“Those claw marks on the rock… Deathclaw territory. Stay alert.”

“Try not to make too much noise. If a deathclaw comes after us, I don’t know if we can stop it.”

 NAHANT

“Keep an eye out. There’s a floating raider fortress nearby.”

“Caravans have disappeared around here, and the survivor stories...? They’re not good.” 

“I don’t think we’ll find anything other than crabs and scrap around here.”

“I hope there’s no big mirelurks around…” 

“What kind of maniac wants to live out by the sea, anyway? You don’t know what’s out there!”

 CAMBRIDGE

“That police station’s well fortified -- here’s hoping they’re friendly.” 

“Why is this place so quiet…? I don’t like it.” 

“I thought raiders had taken over the place… not that I’m complaining.” 

“Oh. Ghouls. God I wish it was raiders.”

 SANCTUARY

“So this is your old home, huh?” 

“We should set up a supply line between here and Sunshine! We can help each other out.” 

“This is quite a nice place!” 

 SUNSHINE TIDING’S CO-OP 

“Home sweet home!” 

“You think we can stop by for some of Kamal’s lasagne?” 

“I’ll check in on the animals while we’re here.” 

(when greeted by Honey) “Hey there, Honey bear! How’re you today?” 

“I’m gonna go check on Kammie.”

“Home is where you keep your bear!”

 AGGRESSION: not aggressive/aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

CONFIDENCE: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

ASSISTANCE: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

 LOSE AS COMPANION PERMANENTLY:

Too many dislikes

Siding with the Institute 

Choosing Institute option in personal quest 

Destroying the Railroad

Selling Billy to slavers in Kid in a Fridge

Killing Kent Connolly in The Silver Shroud

Siding with Covenant

Destroying Acadia 

Destroying Far Harbor 

Siding with the Nuka-World raiders

Raiding the Commonwealth for Nuka-World 

Bringing X6-88 near (will turn Nora, Honey and Kamal hostile) 

Attacking Honey or Kamal 

Killing Phyllis Daily 

Killing Paladin Danse in Blind Betrayal

Killing Jules in the random synth encounter

 PERSONAL MISSION: Override 

Nora can be found fighting raiders at the church near Sunshine Tidings Co-op with Kamal and Honey. After the player helps them dispatch the raiders, they introduce themselves as traders seeking a safe place to set up their business. If the player has unlocked Sunshine as a settlement, they can send them there. This unlocks Nora as a companion, and Kamal as a trader. Honey operates as a guard-bear. 

After the player unlocks the Institute for the first time, they return to Sunshine to find the settlement under attack by coursers. 

Once the coursers are dispatched, Nora and Kamal have a panicked discussion where Nora worries that the Institute is on to her. Nora and Kamal lead the player to a quiet area of Sunshine and Nora tells Kamal that she trusts the player. 

She then confesses that she’s an escaped synth, and that the coursers were after her. She doesn’t know much about her past other than her time with the caravans, but over the years has been the victim of attempted reclamation by coursers. She and Kamal returned to the Commonwealth to try and learn how to stop it. 

If the player has not taken Nora to the Railroad or discovered them, Nora and Kamal mention that they’ve heard of the Railroad and were hoping they could help them. The player can then offer to find out more. 

If the player has taken Nora to the Railroad before, she will ask the player if they can convince the Railroad to help her. 

If the player goes to the Railroad, Tinker Tom provides a holotape. If the player uses it in the Synth Retention Bureau, it wipes Nora’s record from the system as well as some other escaped synths. 

After the player wipes Nora from the Institute’s records they can assure her that she’s safe and doesn’t have to run anymore. Nora and Kamal are overjoyed that they don’t have to keep running, and they agree that they want to set up a ranch at Sunshine. 

Nora will mention that Honey’s overjoyed too and has taken a liking to the player. The player has then unlocked Nora’s perk, The Bear Necessities, and Honey shall accompany Nora when the player character recruits her. 

Honey can be ordered much the same as Dogmeat, but she has a greater carry capacity, health and damage. She can be told to stay at Sunshine. 

The player can, however, choose to instead inform Ayo of Nora’s location. 

When the player next returns to Sunshine, they’ll find Kamal waiting for them with Honey. He’s injured and frantic, informing the player that coursers took Nora. If the player admits they handed Nora over, both Kamal and Honey will turn hostile.

 If the player feigns innocence, Kamal will insist he knows something’s not right. 

If the player tries to convince Kamal Nora’s gone forever, he’ll swear to keep looking for her no matter what it takes. 

When the player returns to the Institute, Nora can be found but renamed with her synth designation, C9-42. She reacts to the player character with the same deference as other synths, but knows them only as Father’s parent. Although she has the same bland smile as other synths when talking to the player, outside of conversation she will have a sad expression.

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

Everything has changed [Sturges/F!SS | Chapter 1]

so i was requested to post this on my blog, and here it is! <3

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26400847

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A month had passed by since the Institute's destruction and the Commonwealth was a step closer to finding the closest thing they could find to peace in this chaotic world. The minutemen were finally taking back the Commonwealth piece by piece, bouncing back from the hole they were dug into thanks to a particular person. There was no other way to celebrate such a huge step forward but with a party dedicated to the hero herself.

The usual silent night was filled with an abundance of music, laughter, and chattering that seemed to overlap one another. Sweaty bodies filled the streets of Sanctuary, dancing against one another or simply exchanging a few drinks and words. The bars were filled with people who drank the night away while telling tales that seemed too far fetched to be considered true. It wasn't everyday a party was commenced, so the settlers saw this as an opportunity to lay back and relax with each other, throwing away any thought of danger clouding their minds.

Sturges leaned against the wall, arms crossed as his eyes scanned the settlement with a smile. He wasn't very keen with social gatherings such as these and preferred to shy himself away from the crowd unless a person were to confront him first. Even then, he wasn't really strong with carrying conversations, which could easily make him very boring to many people. Besides, he'd rather spend his night working on some power armor or fixing a wall - well, anything that could keep his hands busy, really. With a soft sigh, he lifted the glass he was holding and brought it to his lips, feeling the whiskey burn as it went down.

As he withdrew from his drink, his ears perked up at the sound of Jun's voice through the wall he was leaning on. Guess it wasn't as soundproof as he thought it'd be. Sturges turned his head towards the opposite direction, hoping that the sound of music would distract him from the conversation between Jun and whoever he spoke to, but found himself mindlessly taking in their words despite his attempts.

"I-I love you. You know that, right?" His voice sounded muffled, but Sturges could make out every word he was saying. He had heard a soft sniffle in response, but heard the familiar voice of Jun's wife, Marcy Long, respond with a raspy, tired voice as if she'd been crying for quite a while.

"I know that you do."

"So why are you crying? Is it cause of me? I-If it was, you can always tell me." He lightly tapped his glass with his finger, hearing the sound of rustling echo throughout the room.

"It's not you, Jun. It's not even sad tears, I'm just-" A sigh left Marcy's mouth, "I'm wondering if Kyle is at peace now. Now that we're safe and growing, I wonder if he's watching us."

Sturges felt a twinge at his heart hearing that statement. It was sorrowful; how they lost their son within moments. He'd never forget the look on their faces the day it happened, the sound of Marcy's screams and Jun's cries for help as their son passed haunted him. Despite Marcy constantly being an ass to every settler, he knew that she was suffering from the loss of her son and this was her way of expressing her grief. He had never spoken an ill word to her despite her attitude and instead, tried to lift the two up from time to time. It worked on some days, but most days, it hadn't. He continued to listen, despite his mind pleading him not to.

"I-I believe he is. I know I've been a mess lately, but everyday gets a little better and I want you to know that we're never alone." Another sniffle.

Before he could catch Marcy's response, a familiar voice jolted him on his two feet, allowing him to stand straight instead of leaning on the wall. "Hey Sturges, I was getting worried you were working on some power armor instead of enjoying yourself."

He slowly turned around, coming face to face with Preston, who smiled and tipped his hat towards him. He smiled awkwardly, tapping the glass with his finger once more. Dang, maybe he really should've just worked on something - his hands yearned for it at this point. With a soft chuckle, he responded. "Nearly gave me a heart attack."

Preston slightly grinned, "Didn't mean to scare you, just thought you'd like some company. You look pretty lonely here."

"Lonely ain't the word that quite fits my mood. Maybe the word 'content' suits it a little better, but I don' mind your company." Preston let a laugh evade his lips before leaning his back on the wall besides him. "Why don't you join the others up there, it's not as bad as you think. Maybe a few drunks here and there, but you should be fine." Sturges leaned near him, staring down at the drink in his hand. "You know I'm not a fella to party. Not much of a talker either."

"I guess I wouldn't want you any other way." Preston took a swig from his bottle, a smile never escaping his lips. "I'm proud. Proud of how far we came. After losing all those people, I never thought I'd move past that." Sturges looked at Preston, who took off his hat. "But we're here now. Never thought I'd see the day. I can't take all the credit, though, Sole was the mastermind behind all this." Sturges let out a hum of agreement.

"Without that little missy of ours, we wouldn't have been standin' here in the first place. We really do owe her one."

"Of course. Big time." Preston let out a sigh, "Without her, I don't think I could've made it. This party isn't enough to repay her for the deeds she's done for us." Sturges' eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for the familiar face being mentioned. Preston made a point - It was her party, so why couldn't he see her around? With a party like this, he'd imagine her usual cheerful self running around and having fun with everyone, but none of that was happening.

"Where is she anyway?" Preston let out a thoughtful hum, tapping his chin in wonder. With a surprised expression, he pushed himself off of the wall, looking around.

"Huh, I guess I don't remember seeing her either. Maybe I'll try asking Hancock or MacCready. They might know." Preston tipped his hat once more at Sturges before turning around to go into the crowd, "I'll catch you around."

He nodded, sending him a small, simple wave. "Yeah, hope you find her." He watched as Preston lost himself in the sea of people and looked down at his feet. Though he tried to perish the thought, he continued to ponder her whereabouts, wondering if something happened. He stood up straight, dusting his coveralls and headed towards the streets of Sanctuary. Maybe a little work on some pre-war tech wouldn't hurt.

**

Sturges yawned tiredly, reading a manual Sole had given him from her adventures. He was restless and couldn't put a finger as to why he was. It wasn't very often he couldn't catch sleep - it would only ever happen if he was immensely anxious or troubled but he was neither of those things tonight. He rubbed his eyes before shutting his book and laying it on the nightstand near his bed. He stood from his bed, gently throwing his sheets off of him.

Sturges made a mental reminder to fix those once he returned from his walk. Before exiting his room, he grabbed the white shirt hanging on the chair and slipped it on to avoid the chilliness in the air. The party was now over and the only sound that could be heard outside the walls were the crickets chirping.

He quietly crept towards the front door, carefully shutting it behind him to ensure he didn't wake anyone. Even if he did shut it carelessly, they'd probably be too blacked out to be pulled out of slumber. With a relieved sigh, he walked towards the bridge in hopes to clear his mind of anything that clouded it. Unfortunately for him, he was unsure of what it was. As he approached closer to his destination, his eye had caught a familiar figure leaning over the railing, a bottle in their hand. He knew that glow from their wrist from anywhere, its what pulled her apart from others. Well, besides the whole saving the Commonwealth thing, of course.

Sole didn't notice the man creeping out near her and nearly shrieked, pulling the gun on him as she felt a touch on her shoulder. Sturges backed away quickly with a shocked expression, holding both his hands in the air.

"Woah, woah! It's just me, darlin'. Ain't here to hurt ya or anythin', I swear." A look of horror crossed her face as she quickly retreated the gun from his chest. "Oh god, Sturges! Don't do that. I almost pulled the trigger on you!"

He slowly put his hands down, making his way to the free spot near her. "Wouldn't blame ya if ya did." He leaned his back on the railing, watching as sole moved back to her previous position, taking the beer bottle to her lips. The bottle lingered there for a bit, much to his concern.

"Now, now. We both know that stuff won't do anythin' good for ya." His words probably meant nothing to her; she could do whatever the hell she wanted and he knew that. As usual, she replied with the same playful sarcasm she put out for anyone and everyone.

"Sorry, mom." Sturges couldn't help but chuckle. She sent him a smile of her own before staring back at the stream under her that seemed to stretch endlessly. His brow raised in a questioning manner as her smile dropped as fast as it formed. He didn't want to bring it up directly to her, deciding to just beat around the bush to make things a little less suspicious.

"You know, that party wasn't really kickin' without ya. I'm not the only one who's noticed you've been gone." Sole glanced at him for a moment before looking forward once more, taking another sip of her drink. Oh how he wished he could smack that bottle out of her hand. She already looked miserable, that dreading beverage probably wasn't helping her in any way.

"What are you talking about? I was there, in the shadows, watching you," she bantered, hoping that maybe he'd drop the subject, "Better get your eyesight checked, pretty boy." He flushed at the nickname, his eyes widening for a mere second. Sturges wasn't really used to the whole nickname topic and had never personally received one from anyone besides Mama Murphy. Sole giggled at his expression, "If your eyes go any wider, they might fall and roll out."

Sturges snapped back to reality, an embarrassed smile playing on his face. "Oh, uh, right. But I was serious, y'know." Now it was Sole's turn to lean back on the railing; she gave her full attention to the pip-boy that wrapped around her wrist. The light illuminated on her face and he felt his words die as he caught the redness of her eyes. Guess that explained why she hadn't looked at him straight in the eye. Had she been crying?

"I just needed time alone. All that noise was hurting my head." Whatever she was going through, he didn't want to pry into it. It was her business, yet, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that mind of hers. His eyes flickered from her to the device that lightened the darkness between them.

"You can always chat with me. I ain't gonna judge ya'." Sole shook her head gently, her eyes never leaving the screen of her beloved device.

"I know you won't judge me, Sturges. I'm fine, really." She lied through her teeth, sucking in a breath to avoid the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He didn't buy it, not one bit but decided that if she was ready to talk about it, she would. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable, especially with the condition she was in.

"Alright, darlin'. Just know my offer always stands. If ya ever need me, you know where to go." He pushed himself off the railing, fully facing her. "Let me walk ya' home, things can get pretty dangerous during this time. I ain't about to leave you out here in the open, 'specially while you're drinking that stuff."

With a sigh, she nodded, not having the energy to fight back with him. "Good." He said, walking side by side with her towards the direction of her home. By the time Sturges dropped her home, he waved at her as a goodbye and they departed without another word. Once he reached his bed, he felt his body grow heavy with exhaustion. He looked outside his window, looking at the curtains on Sole's bedroom window. Before he knew it, his vision blackened.

[desertbroad]

« @vorcotec ♥’d for a starter ! »

   the inversion of power has been...interesting.

    in the mojave, everyone had her name on their lips—and whether they were spitting it or praising it, it was there. talking her way out of situations was easier and easier the more she walked the dusty roads; by the time she took out house (rest in piece, cranky bastard), the world was at her feet. if she wasn’t so snippy about weapon maintenance, her guns might’ve up and turned to dust from all the disuse. if a tongue could be a registered weapon, kaj would’ve managed it.

    and the commonwealth took all that, everything kaj was used to, and laughed at her. gave her deathclaws, bloatflies, mirelurks, settlers in need of help, raiders and gunners and super mutants who took her offers to talk things out and smacked her over the head with it—she hasn’t worked this hard since....since...well. thoughts for another day. the original plan when she left home had been to come get her research, get her answers, and get out; but the commonwealth seems almost as broken as the mojave, and every day that she spends here in this place, it gets harder to leave. someone’s gotta fix things, damn it.

    some groups seem to be trying to, at least. the minutemen are a little bit like the ncr (enough goodwill to go around for everyone) and though she’s wary, the similarity strikes up a fondness for them. they’ve got no chance against the brotherhood, not if that big blimp in the sky decides to wipe these fellas out, but kaj can’t help herself. at least they’re trying. kaj can work with that. and according to the rumors, their leader’s pretty hands-on, which is nice. she doesn’t have much patience for tyrants in towers.

     now, kaj ain’t sure she can work with the giant castle, or the fellas threatening to shoot her for trying to get into the castle, but, hey. what can you do? at least security’s good.

     ‘ look, buddy. i come in peace, ’ kaj says for what must be the fifth time, feeling more agitated than threatened by the weapons in her face. ‘ i’m looking for the general? the, uh, vault dweller? i’ve got caps, if that’s what you want—look, can you just get me the guy in charge? i come bearing gifts. ’

[atombombbagel]

Meeting Sole’s Ghoulified Parents.

Sole was walking around their old home, the home they shared with their parents when they were younger, before they went off and married Nate. What Sole wasn’t expected was to find their mother and father, still living in the home. They were ghouls, but they were alive. Sole told them about Nate and Shaun but that they’d found someone else and they were happy.

“Well dear, I want to meet them,” Sole’s mother had said, and Sole could never say no to their mother.

Cait: Cait stayed quiet as Sole reunited with their parents, feeling as though she didn’t really belong there. She thought back to her parents and a little sadness washed over her when she saw how loving and kind Sole’s parents were. She didn’t know what to do when Sole’s mother looked over at her, smiling with open arms as she brought Sole and Cait into a hug. Cait got along well with Sole’s mother and to her it was like having the parents she never had, she was grateful they accepted her for who she was.

Curie: Curie was delighted that Sole had found her parents and she was even more excited to meet them in person.

“It is wonderful to meet you both,” Curie being the lovely soul that she is, pulled them both in for a hug. Sole’s mother was delighted that they wanted to settle down with someone as wonderful as Curie was. And she would share her vast knowledge of science and medical research with Sole’s father who was interested in such things.

Danse: Although they were both ghouls, a species which Danse usually despised, for Sole he was accepting of them. He got along with them surprisingly well, listening to Sole’s dad talk about the war, he couldn’t get enough of those stories, asking questions like a small child would. He would help Sole’s mom, fixing things around the house when they failed to work and tinkering with things. He’d talk about them a lot to Sole, always asking how they were and if they could go over and see them.

Deacon: When Sole told Deacon that they’d found their parents, ghouls but alive he was shocked. But, he was even more shocked when Sole told him they wanted him to meet them. He was sceptical about it as he didn’t want them to become targets just because they associated with him. He agreed when Sole gave him puppy dog eyes. He’d never admit it, but he was nervous, he wanted Sole’s parents to like him, so he did what he does best, he used his sense of humour and cracked up so many bad dad jokes. He ended up starting a dad joke war with Sole’s dad, leaving Sole and their mother rolling their eyes at the two of them.  

Hancock: Meeting Sole’s parents wasn’t on the top of Hancock’s to do list, for one he was a bit older than Sole, two he was a ghoul, and three, he had a rather strong relationship with chems. Basically, he was a parent’s worst nightmare. Then he met Sole’s parents, only to realise he’d met them before, when helping them escape Diamond City. Sole’s dad thanked Hancock for the help all those years ago and they instantly welcomed him to the family. Hancock behaved whilst around Sole’s parents, boasting about all the things Sole had done to them, leaving Sole a blushing mess.  

MacCready: MacCready wasn’t good around people, he’d only just leaned to open up to Sole and when they’d suggested he meet their parents he tried to get out of it. He didn’t think they’d like him, him being an ex-mercenary with a bloody past but Sole reassured him that they’d love him because he’d changed.

He was a gentleman, greeting Sole’s dad with a firm handshake and leaning over and pecking Sole’s mom on the cheek. He clutched onto Sole’s hand tightly making Sole laugh.

“He’s a little nervous,” Sole joked and MacCready smiled, laughing anxiously as he looked at Sole’s father. He hoped his reputation hadn’t preceded him, because he didn’t want to lose Sole because their parent didn’t like him all because of the past he truly regretted.

“I’ve heard you’re one hell of a sniper,” Sole’s dad said, nodding to the sniper on MacCready’s back, “I was wondering if you could teach me, I’ve never got the hang of it,” MacCready cracked a big smile, pulling the sniper off his back. He was honoured to teach him.

Piper: “You’re the one who writes that lovely paper,” Sole’s mother said, as she pulled Piper into a brief hug. Piper nodded, blushing profusely, she hadn’t realised how far her papers actually went, “I’m glad to see Sole has found a good one, for once,”

“Mooomm,” Sole whined, making their mother shake their head and Piper to laugh lightly, smiling at an embarrassed Sole.

“Don’t embarrass the kid,” Sole’s father said, hugging Sole’s shoulders lightly, “They can’t help it,” he chuckled along with his wife and Piper. Leaving Sole to put their head in their hands.

“Oh my god, you’re so embarrassing,”

Preston: “It’s wonderful to meet you Preston, we’ve heard a lot about the Minutemen, you should be proud,” Sole’s dad said, shaking his hand. When Sole had told Preston about their parents he was overjoyed to meet them.

“I couldn’t do it alone, this one, they brought us to victory. You should be proud,” Preston said, smiling widely at Sole who looked down blushing.

“We are,” Sole’s mother said, “And you bagged yourself a decent fella,” Sole’s mother winked making Sole go wide-eyed.

“Yea, I did,” Sole finally said, squeezing Preston’s hand. Preston made sure that they visited Sole’s parents a lot because they got on like a house on fire.

[radreactions]

Hey Super Rad! Howre ya? Hope you're well! Can you please do fallout 4 companions finding out they may be a synth via stumbling upon a recording of themselves in their dying moments (except Danse) and also please bonus for dogmeat? Thank you!

I’m very good thank you! What about yourself?? And I gotta say, I love this ask – super angsty! Although you could’ve spared the doggo because…well…my heart XD

P.s. I excluded Codsworth, Curie, Nick and X6 because obviously they already know they’re a synth or in Codsworth and Ada’s case, a robot. Maxson was also excluded because I did a react not so long ago as to what he would do with the same revelation ;)

Enjoy!

Cait – She glares at the screen, wanting the kill the imposter herself because there ain’t no damn way that she’s the synth! After all the fucked up shit she’s had to go through, she damn well knows it wasn’t just programmed memories implanted by some limp-dick egghead in the Institute. There wasn’t a night that went by when she didn’t relive the past or a morning where she wakes up panting because it felt like only yesterday when her ma and pa sold her to those fucking slavers. Cait has no doubt in her mind that the bitch who died on that screen was the synth. No doubt whatsoever. If anything, it pisses her off to no end.

Deacon – “Well. There’s one mystery solved. Now, where’s my pack of bubblegum…” He’s not at all phased by it. So what if he’s a synth or the real deal? Both of them were bald so it’s not like the other had an advantage over him. Although he will remain adamant on the fact that he is the better looking of two and that it’s damn weird watching yourself die on camera.

Dogmeat – He barks happily when he sees another dog just like him on screen, his tail wagging furiously as he paws at the monitor, wondering why the dog is so small and why he won’t come over to greet him! How rude! But then he sees the dog being forced over to a man who holds one of those things that makes loud noises and suddenly he realises that he must help his new canine friend. So he starts furiously scratching at the screen and whining, watching as his friend is being forced to lay down while growing frustrated because he can’t seem to help. When the loud BANG erupts he leaps back and whines softly, whimpering at the loss of his new friend with his ears pressed to the back of his head and his tail between his legs as his little brown eyes watch the other dog being drag away. He turns from the horrible sight and hurries away to go find Sole, needing their comfort now more than ever.

Gage – “Well that’s just fuckin’ strange.” He grumbles, scratching the stubble on his chin as he watches with mild amusement. Why the hell would the Institute bother trying to replicate him? Ain’t no synthetic bastard gonna replace Gage. Ain’t no way they got him right anyway, so he’s got nothin’ to worry about. The only thing that really bothers him – and that’s only slightly – is seeing himself kick the bucket without putting up so much as a fight. What a wimp. The Institute’s gonna have to step up their game if they wanna pull it off with him.

Hancock – He feels…odd when he watches the video. The part where he’s totally freaking out because holy shit he’s a synth is pushed away in favour of the part of him that is wondering just how the freaking hell the Institute has managed to pull off a ghoul so flawlessly. As far as he knows, he’s always been true to himself, whether ‘himself’ is actually the real Hancock or not is something to be disputed, but hell. Not by him. He decides to live his life the way he sees fit and refuses to allow the possibility of him being a synth to ruin the rest of his days.

MacCready – He was never really afraid of the Institute that much. In fact, he thought it was a load of downright crap to be brutally honest, but his tune quickly changes when he watches the video of another guy who looks exactly like himself being killed on screen. It wasn’t pretty and it certainly wasn’t reassuring because there was no way to tell if the one who died was a synth or the real deal. For the sake of Duncan and his own peace of mind, the mercenary soon after sets out to try and hunt down someone who can definitively tell him whether or not he was the imposter or the real MacCready who grew up in DC, sired a son and the man who had the straightest shot in the ‘Wealth.

Old Longfellow – A single, bushy white eyebrow lifts in surprise at the sight of a fella who looks just like him being killed on a working television screen. Now he’s seen it all. From the weird crap he’s seen out on the Island to the even weirder crap that’s happened while out in the swamps, this by far is the weirdest thing he’s ever witnessed and leaves him contemplating whether or not he was the one who won that jaeger bomb challenge a few years back or if it was the guy who just bit the big one on the screen. Either way, he can still drink, walk, trap and fuck, so it didn’t matter much to him if he came from his ma or the big bad boogeymen from the Commonwealth.

Piper Wright – She is distraught beyond belief. There she was on video, dying, and there was no indication of whether the now dead Piper was the real thing or if it was a synth. Immediately, she starts panicking. The Institute had obviously found her, taken notice of her, because one of them is a synth and that means they were either planning on replacing her or already have and little Natalie could be in the crossfire. What if they take her and kill her to only replace her with a child synth? What if they already have? Is it safe for her to be around Nat now? Should she stay and try to protect her? Or would she end up hurting her in more ways than one? The reporter is left confused and distressed beyond repair, from then on she always second guesses herself and assumes the worst has happened. It doesn’t end well for Piper Wright.

Preston Garvey – He’s more than a little disturbed by it. On one hand, the Preston dying on screen might be a synth which could only mean the Institute were planning on taking him soon or he was the synth and the Preston he just watched die in that cold metal room was the real Minuteman himself. Either way, he can’t go on as Preston Garvey, Lieutenant of the Minutemen, so he stages his death and goes under the knife. Years later, he is found rebuilding Quincy under another name, wearing another face but dressed in the same uniform and serving under the same person’s leadership. His identity may be gone, but his beliefs and his values will never change or ever be forgotten.

Strong – He thinks it’s really cool that another super mutant looks so much like him, even going so far as to think how funny it would be to trick the little humans by switching Strong and this other super mutant around and playing pranks on them. When he sees them die however, he gets incredibly angry, furious that such a weakling could look so much like himself. He picks up the monitor that the video was paying on and throws it as hard and far as he can in a fit of rage.

[drdapper13]

"Doing some things"

Story by TheCouriersBooty(me)

Story editing by AZ_Sketches and I

The sun rose upon the deserted lands. The repulsive mole rats scurried back underground around the once abandoned gas station on the hill near Sanctuary in the Commonwealth. Little what would one may know, is that it was a settlement to Mojave Navarro, the Courier. A disgusting Bloatfly fluttered about, waiting to be the next victim.

RATATATATATATATATATA!

The sound of bullets rung the terrain. One of four men picked up his gun and blew smoke off the barrel, it was the Vault Dweller who was packing a 50 mag Tommy gun. Chosen One, Lone Wanderer, and Sole Survivor, rolled their eyes as their vault dwelling friend dramatically flared his display of perfect aim and firepower, at least after 2 out of the 15 bullets he shot made their mark. "See that fellas? Perfect aim!" Vault Dweller said with pure confidence in his voice. "You know mate, I don't think 'shooting an automatic until they die' counts as perfect aim" Lone Wanderer exclaimed. "Oh sure, and standing 50 feet away from the party and looking through a scope is any better, kid? Vault Dweller questioned, and then mocked the sharpshooter of the group "I'm just gonna take 10 minutes to land this shot and then WHAM! Next thing you know a Deathclaw is already eating your ribcage." Lone Wanderer just rolled his eyes with a slight chuckle, with Chosen One behind them chuckling as well. Sole Survivor, the commando of the group, didn't pay attention much to the playful banter and kept making sure that the area around them was clear, he is the Minutemen General after all so being wary and protective is sort of his role. The kept walking until they reached old gas station, now a functioning house and a repair shop. The house itself was built on top of the station, but a small bell was by the window where you would talk to the Courier and make your order for a robot, which would also act as a secondary door bell if he wasn't down in the garage. they bell, but there was only silence. Not very often for Mojave to take this long to answer, even if he was working on something.

"Ay, Courier! Are ya' ready?" S.S. shouted at the upper house with his hands around his mouth, assuming the mailman was asleep or occupied.

To no avail, there was still silence.

"Mojave, bruv!" Lone Wanderer shouted, "We gotta start heading out to Arizona if we want to wipe out the Legion in time! You can't bail on us now, mate!" But silence was still the only response to the four men.

Vault Dweller became impatient, he went from stomping the ground to then yell loudly at the house, "HEY, MAILMAN! GET YOUR DELIVERING ASS DOWN HERE OR WE'RE HEADING OFF WITHOUT YOU!!"

There was still no response. Vault Dweller was fumed, and turned to the three men. "Lets just get outta here, it's not worth wasting time here if he ain't responding." All of them reluctantly agreed with the man in blue. Just as they were walking away, Sole Survivor suddenly caught sounds of distant and low mumbling. It came from the inside of the garage, which was separated by small, old, rusty door that was inside the gas station. The four men walked closer to the open window and faced the small door leading in the garage. None of them had no idea who or what is in there.

CLANK! CLINK!

A violent noise of tools crashing down on the ground. What could it be? A Yao Gai? A Deathclaw? The men weren't sure what would be behind that door, and quickly drew their weapons. Sole Survivor signaling them to flank to the main garage door, while he would stay put and keep an eye on the side door. Just then, the door slowly opened, and out came an a familiar Assualtron stumbling out. She had a very complex complexion, with a blue head which slowly faded to purple by her mouth and neck. Her arms showed that it then faded to a light pink for her upper body, which then faded to a warm orange on her lower body. Her metal frame appearing smooth as silk and (somehow) soft like a plum, hips so wide that any man would drool to claim such physique, and her glowing eye gleaming in a soft red hue. It was Sunset, Mojave's custom made Assualtron companion. All the men sighed in relief, knowing that it was just her, and that alright. She seemed to be well and functional, yet her clothes seem to be a bit misplaced. Her shirt seemed to be too big for her and had a few stains of oil and other substances, so it must've been Mojave's. Her jeans much of the same, but were not buttoned yet miraculously are holding on because of her wide hips grasping them. Her face had a look that was a mix between subtle bliss and a bit tired. Her single eye slowly opened and loomed around as she suddenly caught the sight of the four men, who were staring at here with a bit of confusion, and slightly gasped.

Slowly, Sunset smiled, at least tried to smile. She looked nervous and began to slightly quiver. Unnoticeable, but can be noticed.

"O... oh, hey fellas..." Sunset stuttered, "I... didn't know you boys would get here this quick...!"

"Sunset," Sole Survivor greeted as he lifted his hat, "we were about to head out but Mojave isn't answering us, is he here?"

The flustered Assualtron looked in the garage and turned back to the men quickly, her mouth gaped trying to say something but slowly closed. "Uuuuuummmmm...." was the only thing she could say before Lone Wanderer quickly asked another question.

"You alright there, luv? You look a bit flushed out." Lone Wanderer added, "Wires got in a twist?" "Yeah, you look like you tangled with a Sentry Bot and barley won." Vault Dweller quickly added.

Sunset's wry, nervous smile became wider. She tried to hide her cheek, which was slightly red, in her hand to unsuccessfully hiding it from them. In her situation, Lone Wanderer's statement wasn't that far off...

"Yeah..." she said in a prolonged manner, "Im fine, just moving some things in the garage. You know how tiring it gets" she awkwardly said with a slight giggle. "And Mojave is here too. He was just... doing... some... stuff."

Suddenly, the garage howled and echoed with a loud, long "HOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEE". Sunset froze, the men stood confused. A second later, stumbling out the same door Sunset came out, was Mojave! He slightly wobbled towards Sunset and wrapped his arm around her hip, his hand squeezing the soft material. His hair was ruffled and looked like an absolute mess as well as his clothes. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing is toned body and his jeans were slightly sifted, showing of a bit of his underwear. His belt was unbuckled and he had only one boot on his left foot, with his other foot only wearing a sock. His eyes were slightly closed but, and looked like he just woke up from a 5 hour nap. He was also covered in stains just like Sunset; grease, oil, and many other unidentifiable stains.

Mojave looked so smug and very happy, perhaps he was doing hard chems? Drank too much? It didn't sense, since they've known the cowboy to be a very clean person with no want for those substances. The silence was cut quickly when Mojave replied to Sunset's answer. "I must say, Sue, youuuu were some gooooood stuff!" Mojave said with a bit of a slur, biting his lower lip. Suddenly, slight confusion quickly turned into sudden shock as the four men came to the quick realization.

They quickly then noticed that Mojave had some sort of gray translucent liquid with small black specs in it around his mouth. Mojave then nonchalantly licked around his mouth as if he had ice cream around it. None of them wanted to acknowledge what the substance was.

Everyone's reaction to the dilapidated looking cowboy and the whole situation were very different from one another. Mojave was basically no fucks given about the situation, happy about "whatever" happened in the garage. Sunset was now covering her face in her hands, now fully red with embarrassment for her and her lover, but was giggling a bit underneath her hidden face.

The four men standing in front of them also had mixed reactions. Lone Wanderer tipped his hat to cover his eyes, trying to avoid looking at the to and to cover his cherry red face. Chosen one was trying his best to not burst into laughter, and Sole Survivor had a face that said "well, this isn't the weirdest thing I've seen in my life." Vault Dweller had a blank expression at first but then changed to an amused and impressed look, while nodding his head up and down he said only one thing, "Nice."

"So, we heading out or what?" Mojave said with a bit of a smug look on his face.

[thephantomsrevenge]

Miracle Mile (1988)

In this movie my man Harry Washello aka Anthony Edwards is on his way to get some with his special lady friend when he picks up a random phone booth call from a dude who straight up tells him that a nuclear war is about to start, fecal matter is about to hit the ventilation device you might say.

Here is the thing, i’m obsessed with end of the world / post apocalyptic / dystopian movies and this is one of the best and one of my favorite movie ever. We’re talking nuclear apocalypse here, we’re talking human on human extermination action. I guess it was popular in the 80s because of the nuclear arms race leftovers, i have been lately deep down into this twenty-four episode television documentary series about the Cold War, you know when usa and the soviet union were threatening each other of mutual nuclear blast and now president orange man decided to bring it back into fashion, so it’s text book convenient. I guess later on hollywood decided to make it more about weather disasters and space rocks because they thought we were done with this shit HAHA GOT TO LOVE THINKING ABOUT TOXIC CLOUDS AGAIN. But i have played the fallout games i am ready, fuck the minutemen though, anyway...

Miracle Mile aka 70 Minutos Para Morir in Spain and Soluzione Finale in Italy is a romantic end of the world movie directed and written by my dude Steve De Jarnatt in 1988, known for his work on Cherry 2000 (another 80s cool SF movie) aaaaaaand the Lizzie Mc Guire tv show, that’s a very peculiar curriculum right here. The movie is named after a real neighborhood in Los Angeles, never been there sadly but it’s on top of my list next time i’m in LA because i’m that dude in Parks and Recreation who goes to Paris and check the bridge from Inception. 

dude where is my car part 2

Few words about the cast, main dude Harry Washello played by Anthony Edwards aka ACE, that Goose dude from Top Gun and also from the ER tv that you watched whenever you wanted your anxiety to beat records. Main girl Julie Peters played by Mare Winningham, look i know it was the 80s but that haircut is a straight no no, anyway very busy actress, been in like a 100 tv shows and movies, she also released albums, i mean so busy it makes my head spin.

But i guess what i like most about the cast are the small parts. I mean you have that jerk dude who send the ghostbusters to crazy people jail Kurt Fuller who’s also being a dick here. 

tbh maybe we will all be that dude when the bombs start dropping

Then you have the jerk psychiatrist from Terminator Earl Boen who made a living of not believing the end is near.

there’s no more incoming nuclear attack than there is naked robot dudes coming from the future to kill the head of the future resistance trust me

But most of all you have muscular dude Brian Thompson, a very interesting fella. You might also know this dude by being one of the dudes who made the mistake of contesting the terminator fashion choices at the beginning of the first movie. This man, with a master of fine arts in his pocket is the official hollywood shapeshifter, if you know anyone who played 5 shapeshifting dudes in 5 different programs you let me know, 2 of his most famous shapeshifting works were of course in the X-Files and Buffy the vampire slayer. 

even though he plays a muscular gym dude in this movie after investigation he turns out he gets all his power from windsurfing, you’ll do whatever you want with this piece of information

This movie has everything you need, the impending doom scenario, a cute love story, humans turning on each other like you thought they would in an apocalyptic scenario (come on if the end of the world sirens start blasting tomorrow you think people are gonna wait in line at the grocery store to stock up on water and smoked ham ?)

But it’s still has this stupidity type vibe you get from 80s movies, the main guy randomly answer the phone call announcing the end right in front of a diner at 4 am, same diner where is peacefully drinking coffee a woman who supposedly works for the government and also used to date a dude who worked at the Rand Corporation (real thing responsible for the creation of the Mutual Assured Destruction or MAD which basically meant during the cold war that both United States and USSR had to have the same nuclear power which meant that any attack could result in the assured destruction of any side, meaning if both sides are convinced they could fuck each other up real good they would never actually do it, it’s freakin crazy you should read about it if u never have) and knows only way to escape a nuclear cloud is to fly to Antartica but then the same woman also gets a dumb waitress and a random workman to make a list of important people to bring by on the trip, i mean the waitress suggest nba coach Pat Riley. 

part of the movie happens in this diner, fat boy probably because the 2 bombs the United States dropped on Japan were named Fat Man and Little Boy, you thought you were reading about a movie but you got hit by the history class

Most importantly this movie provides one of the best soundtrack ever made, brought to you by the Tangerine Dream collective, mainly Paul Haslinger in this case. You might know them from the Thief or the Keep ost that i should probably talk about later, but also maybe from GTA V (you’ll hear the similarities mostly on the first track called Teetering Scales which really sounds like the mission music theme in GTA V). The music makes the first minutes of the movie amazing, mostly thanks to the track called On The Spur Of The Moment really one of the best piece of ambient stuff there is. Check the ost here :

I don’t know what else to say about this movie but you need to watch this you won’t regret it.

Special Shout Out to this background couple who decided to welcome the end with a bang

Spoiled Cabbage rating : 99 %