Here it is, the beginning of my Fallout 3 fanfic. I've been playing Fallout 3 a lot lately, and I came up with a really good idea for a story that starts something like this.
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!!!ATTENTION: I URGE YOU TO FINISH FALLOUT 3 (AND THE BROKEN STEEL ADD-ON) BEFORE READING THIS FANFIC. IF YOU DON'T MIND SPOILERS, THEN GO RIGHT AHEAD, BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO BE SPOILED, GO FINISH THE GAME, THEN COME BACK. I ALSO URGE YOU TO PLAY AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OF THE GAME BEFORE READING THIS, BECAUSE SEVERAL THINGS IN MY STORY ARE TAKEN STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GAME. IF YOU ARE UNFAMILIAR WITH FALLOUT 3, I SUGGEST PULLING UP A GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH (SO YOU CAN KNOW WHAT THINGS/PEOPLE LOOK LIKE) AND THE FALLOUT WIKI (FOR INFO) (.com) AS YOU READ SO THINGS WON'T BE CONFUSING!!!
That's all for now. I'll try to update again soon, so until then, sit back and enjoy!
Aron stretched and yawned as he looked out across the dreary grey landscape of the Capital Wasteland. Sometimes he wished he had stayed in Oasis, if just for a change of scenery. He reached over and rubbed the head of his faithful canine companion, Dogmeat. He had found the dog in an abandoned junkyard, his master having been killed by Raiders. Those damn Raiders, always killing and stealing whenever they pleased. They had tried to attack him several times, only to be gunned down before they could take anything.
"You know," Aron told the dog, "If it weren't for you, I would have gone insane a long time ago. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you…or the kid." Aron thought of the young boy, Bryan Wilks, he had taken in after the two had met. The poor kid's parents had been killed by the ants mutated by Dr. Lesko. Even though the doctor had good intentions, he was still a murderer and worse yet, he refused to take responsibility for the deaths he caused. Let's just say that the doctor and Aron's rifle hadn't gotten along too well. At the end of it all, the kid was all alone in Grayditch, and by the time Aron had fixed the ant problem, he and the kid had formed a close bond, so he took Bryan in and moved him into his house in Megaton. He treated the boy like his son, and defended him as such. Aron leaned back and smiled as he looked out over the view from one of his many "hideouts" scattered across the wastes, this one dubbed the "Sniper Shack." Every time he left, he boarded up the entrance, laid mines, and set booby traps to make sure that the stuff he left inside was safe.
As Aron continued to ponder over his life in the wastes, he suddenly heard a sound that made his heart skip a beat. A few seconds later, a vertibird emblazoned with the Enclave's logo flew over the small shack and landed in the nearby valley. Aron instantly leapt behind the rock he had been sitting on and snatched up his sniper rifle that had been leaning against the edge of the shack. He took up a sniping position and peered through the scope as the vertibird dropped off its passengers and took to the skies once again.
"Damn it! What is the Enclave doing here? I thought I got rid of them, at least in the Capital Wasteland, when I took out Autumn. I guess the original Enclave back west is pretty tenacious. Let's see…one scientist…two soldiers…one officer. Looks like a standard Enclave patrol, but I can't be too careful." Aron took careful aim and fired a shot at the scientist. He watched through the scope as the orange glass face shield of the scientist's suit shattered and blood spread over everything nearby, staining the white science suit. The soldiers and officers immediately jumped and started trying to find the culprit. Aron lined up another shot, and dropped the first of the soldiers. His power armor was powerful, but not powerful enough to stop a bullet to the head. The second soldier tried to duck for cover, but Aron was faster. He fired a third shot and killed the soldier as he made a desperate dive for a nearby rock. The officer, however, managed to duck behind a boulder and out of Aron's sight.
"Dogmeat, go!" At his command, the dog dashed off down the hill and made a beeline for the man's hiding spot. Aron quickly stowed the long-gun on his back and pulled out his sidearm, a 10mm submachine gun, and charged down after the dog. He watched as Dogmeat jumped over the boulder, and listened to the sound of plasma discharges from the man's plasma pistol. He wasn't worried, though, because the dog was very intelligent, more so than your garden-variety canine.
After a few moments, the discharges stopped and Dogmeat came strolling around the boulder, his tail wagging and blood dripping from his teeth. Aron knelt down, took out a small cloth, and wiped the dog's mouth. He stuffed the rag back into his pocket and strolled over to the officer's body. The dead man's throat looked as if it had been torn apart (which, in fact, it had), and his pistol was lying on the ground near his body. Aron walked over and unloaded the ammo from the gun and stuffed it into one of the pockets in his leather vest (AN: For those of you familiar with Fallout 3, Aron usually wears the "Merc Cruiser Outfit"). He then searched through the man's pockets and found more ammo and a piece of paper that had been folded up. Aron unfolded it and started to read.
To all Enclave personnel being deployed into the Capital Wasteland,
Ladies and Gentlemen, the time has arrived. Very shortly we will begin our campaign to retake the Capital Wasteland from those bastards in the Brotherhood of Steel. Keep in mind that this is our primary objective, but we also have several other goals to accomplish in this campaign. The most important of these other goals is the apprehension of the criminal Aron O'Shae. He is the individual responsible for the deaths of our late President John Henry Eden and Colonel Augustus Autumn, as well as the majority of the Enclave garrison that was stationed there and the destruction of our Mobile Base Crawler. He is known to be armed and very dangerous and allied with the Brotherhood. Please note that he is to be taken alive, as our new leader, President Kenneth Syn, would like to interrogate him, as would I. If anyone is to kill the criminal, they will report directly to me. Officers should make sure to keep detailed field reports so that we here at headquarters can analyze the situation and determine what steps need to be taken. President Syn and I will be arriving there within the next two weeks, and we expect the situation to be under control upon our arrival. Remain vigilant and remember: the Enclave is the one and only hope for the nation in these difficult times.
Newly appointed leader of Enclave troops,
Colonel April Springstein
(AN: The name of the new commander has somewhat of a connection with Col. Autumn's name. His first and last names were a month and the corresponding season (the month of August is in the autumn season) and so are hers (the month of April is in the spring season). Just thought you might want to know).
"Well, I didn't think they'd appoint new leaders so soon. Looks like they're still angry about what I did to them. Oh well, they deserved it for all the grief they put everyone through." Aron folded up the note and stuck it in his pocket. He looted the bodies of the two soldiers and the scientist and went back up to his shack. He gathered the supplies that he usually took with him and boarded up the small building. With that finished, he set off across the wastes with Dogmeat in tow.
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Aron arrived at the gates of Megaton and was greeted by one of the many pre-recorded greetings of the city's robotic sentry Deputy Weld. He waved at Stockholm as he approached and the man acknowledged him and opened the gates (AN: For those who are wondering who Stockholm is, he is the sentry of Megaton. He can be found on the catwalk over the Megaton city gates (most easily visible from inside). You can either use V.A.T.S. to target him or (for the PC) use the console to turn off collisions and walk to him through the air). Aron instantly headed through the large gates and started toward his house. He waved at Lucas Simms, the mayor and sheriff, as he passed. He stepped over one of the large pipes that carried steam across the city and made his way around the corner of his house, and finally to the door. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Almost instantly he was practically tackle-hugged by Bryan, and had to sidestep into the doorframe to avoid tripping over Dogmeat.
"Oof," he grunted as his back hit the wall, "take it easy, kid. You almost knocked me over."
"Sorry," the boy replied, "you've just been gone for so long. I missed you." Aron just smiled and shut the door behind him. As he ruffled the boy's hair, a "Mister Handy" robot floated up to him.
"Good afternoon, sir," it said in its robotic British accent, "What can I do for you?"
"Hey, Wadsworth, give me three waters."
"Very good, sir." The robot instantly dispensed three bottles of pure water (not the nasty radiation-packed kind that was normally found) and handed them to its master. Aron handed one to Bryan, set the second on the picnic table in the middle of the room, and poured the third into a dog bowl near the far wall, from which Dogmeat began to drink. He sat at the table across from Bryan and took a sip from his water bottle.
"So," Bryan asked him, "where'd you go this time. C'mon, tell me!"
"Nowhere special," Aron told the boy, "I just went to make sure that all of my little hiding spots were secure and everything is still where it should be. Oh, by the way, I picked up a little present for you." Aron slung the bag off of his shoulder and reached inside, pulling a baseball glove from the bag's innards.
"It's still in pretty good shape, so I figured I'd bring it back to you so we could toss a ball around sometime."
"Wow," Bryan's eyes shone with pleasure as he took the glove, "it's great! Thank you so much!"
"No problem," Aron smiled at him, "now here's a few caps. Go see if Moira has a baseball you could buy and meet me up at the gates. I've got to go talk to Lucas." Bryan nodded and scurried out of the house. Aron just sat for a second and smiled after the boy before standing and departing. He walked down the metal catwalks and stepped out onto the ground near the undetonated atom bomb around which the city was built. There, in a pool of irradiated water stood Confessor Cromwell, giving his usual "Children-of-Atom-praise-this-bomb" speech. To be perfectly honest, few people actually listened to what he was saying, but the Church of Atom helped out a lot in the city, so people usually just let them be.
Aron spotted Lucas making his usual rounds around the city, and hurried to catch up with him.
"Lucas!" As he got close, he shouted the man's name, and Lucas turned to acknowledge the cry.
"Ah, Aron," the dark-skinned man greeted him with a firm handshake, "what can I do for you?"
"Well," Aron replied, "there's something happening out in the Wasteland, Lucas, but I don't want to say too much out here. Let's go find somewhere more private to talk." Lucas just nodded and bade Aron follow him. The two men proceeded into Lucas's house, where his son Harden greeted them with a hardy wave.
"Harden," Lucas told the boy, "why don't you go see what little Maggie's up to? Mr. O'Shae and I need to have a little chat." Harden simply nodded and departed the house. Lucas moved upstairs to a small hatch in the roof and climbed through. Aron followed and the two men emerged into the back end of a dismembered airplane that served as Lucas's lookout point.
"So," he turned and asked Aron, "what is it you wanted to tell me about? From the tone of your voice, I can tell it's not a good thing."
"I went out into the wastes today," Aron replied, "to checkup on my hideouts. Everything was going as usual, when an Enclave vertibird showed up."
"The Enclave," Lucas said, puzzled, "I thought they pulled out of the Wasteland when you destroyed that mobile base of theirs."
"Yeah," Aron nodded, "so did I. Anyway, the vertibird deployed a small patrol of Enclave troops not too far from where I was. I managed to take them out, and I found this on the ranking man there." He pulled the letter from his pocket and handed it to Lucas, who unfolded and read it. After he was done he lowered the letter and took a short pause before speaking.
"Hmm," he said as he stroked his beard, "this is pretty dark news. Not only are they coming back to make our lives hell again, but they seem pretty bound and determined to capture you, not to mention the appointment of their new leaders. What are gonna do about this?"
"I dunno," Aron shrugged, "but I figured you should know about it, at least. I'll probably head over to Rivet City in the next couple of days. Banner and Harkness will want to know about this. I'll probably also go visit Three Dog, so he can get the news out through GNR and let everyone know to prepare." Lucas nodded and sighed.
"Well, it looks like shit's about to hit the fan again."
"Yeah, no kidding. We'll just have to get ready for them. When I go to Rivet City, I'll see if I can pick up anything that'll help the defenses here. If they found out that you were 'harboring a criminal' they'd come down on Megaton with full force, and I can't allow that to happen."
"Thanks," Lucas shook Aron's hand again, "neither can I. I appreciate everything you're doing for this city."
"Hey," Aron placed his hand on Lucas's shoulder, "it's my city now, too. I can't just let the Enclave take it." Lucas laughed as Aron bid him goodbye and descended through the hatch and made his way out of the house.
Okay, since the story is over, let me explain a few things:
1-The main character, Aron O'Shae, is based off of my actual Fallout 3 character. In case you're curious, he has red hair, green eyes, and good karma.
2- For those of you who missed it (and with generally sick minds) the relationship between Aron and Bryan Wilks is NOT, in any way, pedophilic. It even says in the story that their relationship is father/son, not child/pedophile.
3- I know by now at least a few of you FO3 junkies that are reading this are wondering where exactly the "Sniper Shack" is. It is an unmarked location in-game, and is actually the abandoned shack on the hill overlooking Rockbreaker's Last Gas where you can find the unique sniper rifle called the Victory Rifle.
4- For those of you unfamilar with the game, it is set in the future. The actual in-game year is 2077, but this story takes place approximately a year after the events of the Broken Steel add-on (which would be about 2071). Also, the setting is a post-apocolyptic earth after what everyone thinks is going to be WWIII (everyone firing atomic bombs at each other). Any water is filled with radiation, and there a few large settlements. That was for those of you who didn't know.
Alright, please R&R. Constructive criticism is accecpted, but harsh "I-hate-this-story-it-sucks-blah-blah" kinds of criticism will not be accepted. Please be polite, because I know you wouldn't want me to review your story like that. Hope you guys liked it; next chapter in the works!
"Le renard change sa forrue, mais pas ses habites"
La lune du sang
(P.S.- That's French for an ancient Latin saying: "A fox changes his fur, not his habits.")