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Interesting, though the names Jonas and James do ring a bell but thats just me being fussy.

Hah.. Me too, that does sound familiar. Considering it's from the ma.... Nevermind.

I myself was thinking of doing a twisted version of the main story myself, at one point, but nothing like you have going.

I do not know if you want constructive criticism, but I'm going to offer some my advice and if you don't like it, I'll the criticism alone. Okay?

My first problem is that this very short and you just throw a bunch off stuff at this. I'd be cool with that, if it wasn't lacking detail, which it is. Allow me to elaborate, I'll use the second paragraph as an example...



Hmm, I guess that's okay but you could tell else more about Kody by doing something like this;

Following his daily routine, Kody entered the kitchen of his two room apartment, to make a cup of coffee.

And instead if the dialogue, the next line could be;

Every initiate got a two room apartment, but today he no longer would be an initiate, he would be moving up.

Kody smiled with excitement and took a sip of coffee, he looked down at and said to himself...

By adding this we now know that Kody makes himself a cup of coffee everyday, that every initiate has two room apartment, and that he is excited about his promotion. I guess some may think of it as worthless, especially that every initiate has a two room apartment, but I believe it fleshes out the story and the character. Making it seem more real, and gives life to it.



I believe we can add more and change this a little;

"It sure does my friend," his former instructor Sgt. Montgonery Jonas intruded.

On these forums, I would put a single line of space in between dialogue, people usually like it better that way and it makes it easier to read.

He almost jumped and spilled his coffee in shock, unable to control his surprise, he yelled,

"Seargent! Whaa...?"

Jonas raised his weathered his hand and bellowed in his deep voice,

"NO NEED BOY!"

He began pulling something out of his pocket

"I have something your father wanted you to have."

More emotion to the characters and imagery, put a separation in between Jonas's dialogue because it just seemed weird for him to shout and then immediately quite.



I actually like to see you fix this one, it contains all the problems I touched on and I'm sure you have the potential to make this a stunning and unforgettable adventure. That's all the advice I have to offer you right now, and I'm not the good of a writer myself, but this is what I believe will help the story and if I'm wrong...Someone like Spitt or Ant will correct me and give you helpful pointers.

Good Job and Keep writing,
-
Yttrium

Zollum and Pariah make a good point about the names James and Jonas being confusing to the reader as they are distinct characters in FO3. If they are the same characters in this story, some clarification is needed.

Also, Yttrium is chock full of sound advice for you to follow. Many of your paragraphs are tangled up and difficult to understand and his instruction should help with this.

The idea of Kody finding the holotape and it's frantic message is a good hook, enough to want to know what happens next. Keep writing.

Sorry, but the reason that Jonas and James are in this is in the title. It is a twisted version of the game's main storyline.

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WARNING: This fan'fiction story contains major spoilers for the Main questline, and many side quests of the award-winning Bethesda Softworks, Fallout 3. In the FUTURE, I MAY OR MAY NOT add a continuation where my character fills in the shoes of the main character in Fallout New Vegas, however, the game has yet to be released, so it is not yet possible. I will update this fan-fic whenever I feel like it.

I welcome all constructive critisism. As long as it is not something stupid like, "OMG you spelled 'FART' wrong SHAME ON YOU, SHAME!!!"

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People please comment, I feel like an outcast.
What am I supposed to do? Build an enclave?
Or perhaps a brotherhood?

Sorry for the bad references and puns there...

I'm not going to update this fan-fic because it doesn't seem like anyone really cares.

You going give up the easily? I understand it's hard to complete when no one is supporting you. But I want to point you in the direction of Fallout: Rebirth and The Anomaly of Regan, both of those have continued there stories through thick and thin regardless of how many people commented. Eventually, people will begin to take notice and comment, but you just have to keep going. And may I recommend you start writing these stories as much as for yourself as for everybody else, it might get you further.

But, that said, if you want to stop, we completely understand.

Thanks for the encouragement, I guess I could continue, but I really need some inspiration.
I guess I'll just take a short break instead.

Alright, first things first, forget most of what you know about the last few chapters that I wrote about this story, except the basic stuff like how I got the holotape from my dad and he told me everything the enclave told me was a lie, and that Amata helped me escape, blah blah blah. Now, I am going to be more serious, I kinda got the hang of it now. I switched the viewpoint to first person. I also forgot to mention when I started this that this Fanfic is a twisted main plot story, but it takes place 23 years before the games timeline but most of the quests are the same give or take a few points, so some characters are different, or not there at all.

--Chapter 1--
----Thoughts--

I looked out the window of the vertibird. Bleakness. There was nothing to see except for burned out buildings and scorched deserts, the dark trees did nothing to make it seem more alive.

"Maybe the Enclave had been right, maybe there is no life out here after all."

"I can't think things like that, they'll make the rest of the trip worse." But where was the rest of the trip going? I had been sitting in the cramped quarters of the air transport for so long, I began to wonder if there was any food. "There's gotta be something to eat around here..."
Although I had been trained to avoid the negative effects of not eating for long periods of time, I felt hungry. I couldn't sleep because I had that cup of coffee this morning, and the beds in the rear weren't very comfortable anyways. The radar was picking up movement. The distinct beeping noise had been set to an obnoxious pitch, making it so irritable, it was hard to ignore. I rushed up to it and saw something out the window of the cockpit, "A town?"
A town it was, a small settlement by the looks of it, built into the crater of a bomb, which was still sitting in the center of it?! These people had to be mad! They could have noticed it, but by the looks of it, there were several people around it, one was waving his arms. I looked down onto the dashboard, the fuel gauge was below the slash under the "E" on the full and empty bar. "Oh, [censored]!" I hadn't been very lucky this week...
I got out of the chair and noticed the humming of the proppellers had stopped, the aircraft shook.

I fell back onto the hard steel flooring and my vision went black.

--Chapter 2--
----The Arrival--

My head was pounding, my leg felt wrong, my spine wasn't much better, and my face burned, but somehow, I managed to open my eyes and lift my head. I was in some sort of infirmiry, on a matress with a rusty frame. Other people were laying on similar beds, but they did not appear to be moving. A Caucasian man was standing over one. The man he was tending to was covered in bloody spots, most likely bullet wounds, there was even a piece of flesh missing from her side, some sort of animal bite. I tried to get out of the bed without him noticing, but apparently I had failed, for he said to me, "You're tougher than you look boy. You had quite the wound on your head, I'm shocked that you were even able to lift it." the man was still examining the patient, but he still seemed like he was focused on me.

"What, did you lose your voice too?"

"No, but what happened? Where am I"

"Oh, why, this is Megaton, and what happened? You were flying in some flying thing and it broke, you fell out. I had to try to keep everybody out because they thought you were some kind of god, you see. The people here aren't very bright, I'll give you that."

"Flying thing?...But how did I survive?" I tried to get up, but the man stopped me.

"I don't think that you should try something like that for quite a while. How'd you survive? I really got no clue. By the way, I'm Doc Sam, nice to meet you." He sent his hand out to me in a friendly gesture.

"What do I do to it?" I stared at him confused. It seemed fimiliar, but I couldn't remember what it was.

"What do mean? Oh, right, you hit your head. Well, this is called a "handshake" you take my hand, and we intriduce ourselves.
I did as he told me. Suddenly, it all came back. The Enclave, Dad, Jonas, Amata, the crash.

"I need to find my dad!" I burst out.

"What? Oh no you don't, you need to make sure you don't wreck that leg any more than you already did."

"No, I mean it. The Enclave could get here any minute, just to kill me!"

"What?! The Enclave? From Enclave Radio? I thought that was just a loop of some pre-war stuff."

"No, they're very real, and very dangerous" I tried getting up and ignored the immense pain on my body, but Doc Sam pushed me back onto the bed.

"I don't care if the covenant is coming for you, I'll strap you down if I have to!"

"Fine, I'll stay."

"Good, I'll fix you something to eat then."
As I lay in the bed, the memories of my childhood flashed before me. I started thinking, "I wonder if other people had better childhoods than me, probably not, I mean, they grew up in the wasteland... I'd been trained to kill when I was eight, and killed someone when I was ten. How's that for manliness?" My eyes fluttered closed and I drifted off to sleep.

--Chapter 3--
----Time to shine--

Three weeks since the day when I fell out of my vertibird. The food out here in the wasteland was terrible, and water that I used to wash my hands and urinate in was considered a luxury to have, it was more expensive than the finest wines and fine wines weren't irradiated because they were kept in underground storage chambers. Doc Sam was a nice person, he told me about the happenings of the wasteland and who was good, who was bad. But what confused me was why the raiders did what they did, why? They didn't have a reason, they didn't have a cause.

Suddenly, I heard gunshots from far away. Sounded like an M-14 Assault rifle, and something similar to an M429 SAW. That wasn't good. Then, the door from the town square to the clinic was kicked in. But the door the the infirmiry was still closed, and Doc Sam had locked it, so I couldn't leave. My leg had healed, and I had been trained in disarming people with firearms before. I could hear a man with a gruff voice demanding that Doc Sam hand over his caps and his valuables. Doc Sam was telling them not to do something they would regret. Bad idea. The familiar sound of an M-14 filled the clinic. "Well at least I won't have to pay him now..." I thought grimly. The other man said they shoud check the patients' room. I got up from the bed, the pain wasn't as bad as it had been on day one, but it still hurt, I did a few stretches quietly and went to the side of the door and waited for it to open. The head of a SAW came through the door, as it turned my way, I grabbed it and smashed it on his skull. I then flipped the gun around to sit lovingly in my arms. The other man was wearing a patchy outfit that matched Doc Sam's description of Raider Armor. He was frozen still for a few seconds, but then raised the gun towards my face. "I was right." I said. "An M-14 Assault Rifle." The man seemed too scared to shoot. The man dropped the gun and put his hands up. I threw him against the wall and said, "You move, I shoot". Walking to the entrance of the clinic, I saw the reception desk and Sam's body beside it, I checked his pulse, as I was shown in first-aid class. He was still alive, but just barely. I lacked the medical skills necessary to make his vitals stable.

"Don't bother, I'm getting old anyways..."

"Old?! You're fifty-three years old!" I shouted at him in dismay.

"What, did you think a sixty year old could survive in a horrible place like this?"

"Well..."

"Go talk, arrgh! To Lucas Simms, he'll help you out...By the way, I never did get your name."

"Kody. My name is Kody."

"My neice had that name."

"What do mean 'had'?" I questioned.

"She's dead now."

And with that, the old Doc Sam passed on.
I went back to the patient room. The raider had curled up into a ball and was rocking back and forth. I stared at him and he grabbed my leg.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE! I'M BEGGIN' YA! IT WAS MY BROTHER'S IDEA! I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THIS!" He was begging so hard, I almost felt bad for him.

I pulled the SAW up to his face. With that, the teen hushed. I pulled him up and carried him like a hostage, in case there were more raiders. The town square was empty. Everyone was probably hiding in their houses. I walked into the center, where the windows of all the houses could see me. I saw children popping their heads to the windows, only to have their parent pull them back down. I kicked the raider down on his knees, now he was not crying for mercy, he knew he was going to die. I admired his courage, or what scrap of it was left. I placed the barrel of the gun on the back of his head and pulled the trigger. The loud bang of the M429 SAW rang out and filled the town. Doors burst open and people came out rejoicing.

The raiders were dead.

--Chapter 4--
----You Can't Change The Definition--

Two weeks. Two weeks had passed since that incident at the clinic, and much had changed. I had talked to Lucas Simms like Doc Sam had told me to. The "Sheriff" of Megaton told me if I wanted to do good and bring justice to the wastes, I should join the Regulators. He said they were the lawbringers of the wasteland. I then asked him why someone would build a town around a bomb that could go off at any moment. He told me if I wanted, I could try to disarm it.

"Alright, if you want to try it, go easy first, make sure you know what you're doing." He said in a cautious tone.

"Don't worry Sheriff, I've gone through training to do things like this." I said arrogantly. The reason I was a fool to say this was because I had actually decided to take the "Advanced Weapon Maintenance" course instead of Bomb Squad training. I hope I learned enough from the info that my friend told me during the first-aid class. I guess I could go to the bar and think about what he had told me. It had been two years since he told me that stuff, but it was worth a shot.

I walked towards the bar dubbed "Moriarity's Saloon", the catwalks of Megaton reminded me of when I was crossing the bridge between the two control towers in front of the Enclave Base that he had been raised in. They were built at dizzying heights, and if you somehow fell, you would break every bone in your body.
The door flew open as I stepped in. All eyes were turned to me. I wish I still had that SAW. A man in a buisness suit beckoned to me with his hand. A shady looking character. I walked towards him.

"Please, take a seat." I did as he told me.

"Now, is someone like you doing in a cesspool like this? You have no connections, no ties. Would you like to help me take this blight of a town off of a beautiful landscape ?

"What? You want to destroy the town?"

"Well, those are some harsh words...Besides, you will be rewarded handsomely."

"I wouldn't care if you gave me a truck that can fly, I am not going to blow up this town."

"That's quite dissapointing, and here I was thinking that you would be civilized."

"What, did you change the definition of the word 'civilized' in the dictionary?"

And with that, I left. I raced towards Lucas Simms.

--Chapter 5--
----You're Coming With Me--

Coming Soon!

Instead of posting one short addition every day, I will make a couple chapters, then upload. So maybe a few a week. When school starts, bit less, grade 11 is going to lock up most of my time D:

Just noticed that in chapter 2, Doc Sam says that he will fix my character something to eat, and then my character falls asleep lol.

Comments please.

--Chapter 5--
----You're Coming With Me--

Lucas Simms was standing beside the bomb, where some crazy old man named Confessor Cromwell used to worship it. The man had died from standing in the water, the radiation had consumed him. I tapped his shoulder.
"Oh, it's you again. What now?"

"I met this man named Burke in the Saloon. He said that he wanted me to destroy the town."
Simms' expression changed instantly. "Oh I never did like the look of him. Are you sure?"

"Well yes, I know what I heard. You should do something!" I felt obligated to stop this man from doing wrong, I had never felt this way before.

"You're right, let's head over there right now. You're about to get a lesson in wasteland justice."
We rushed to the Saloon and intruded on Burke. "Burke, have you lost your [censored] mind?!" Simms was not impressed in the least.

"Why sheriff, what do mean?" Burke acted like nothing was wrong, and he was good at it.

"The bomb, you wanna blow it up!" Simms was losing patience, and fast.
I wanted a say in this, "Burke, we're placing you under arrest until we figure out what to do with you."

"That's right, Burke, you're coming with me."

"Fine, if you must." Burke rose from his seat, and Simms turned to lead the way. I followed, but a few seconds in, Burke reached for his N99 pistol, and the few seconds it happened in, it felt like a few minutes, in a split-second, I pulled out my M9 and pulled of a shot to the head. The body fell to the ground. Lucas turned and looked at me.

"What the hell just happened? Why'd you shoot him?" Simms wasn't too pleased.

"Well, he pulled out his gun and was a few seconds from shooting you."

"I am getting too old for this. You know what, I owe you."
With that, he left.

--Chapter 6--
----I Hear You're That Stray From The Vault!--

I walked through the door of the general store title "Craderside Supply". I guess it suited the area. A young lady with a faint mustache walked towards me.

"Hey! I hear you're that stray from the vault! So tell me, what's it like down there?"

This woman though he had come from the vault near here. Doc Sam had told him about it, Vault 101, "Jewel of the Wastes", as it was known as. It was the only functioning and known vault in all of DC. I figured that instead of giving an almost unbelievable story of being raised by the Enclave, the remnants of the government and military of the United States, he could say he was from this, "Vault". He had been reading a newspaper article about them while he was still living with the Enclave and figure he could use it to his advantage.

"Well, it's very bright, and there's lots of...Purified Water! Yes, and uhh, the food tastes much better! And there was nothing to worry about! No, no, no worries." It was good enough for someone who's never been in one before.

"Oh, how exciting! I can add it to my book!"

Yes, very exciting.

--Chapter 7--
----Time Lapse!--

Two years later...

It had been two whole years since I had fallen out of my stolen vertibird. Not much had changed, ok lots of things have changed.

(Don't worry, all the stuff I skipped is just unchanged stuff from the game, that's why I changed it.)

I had joined the regulators, helped Moira Brown finish the Wasteland Survival Guide, delivered Lucy West's letter to Ian West after realizing he killed his family, and a whole bunch of other quests. I had learned from a man named Moriarity that my father had gone to GNR, or Galaxy News Radio. I'm on my way there now.

I walked through the gate of the metro tunnel and shielded my eyes as the harsh sun of the DC Wasteland burned down on my pupils. I heard some shuffling behind two standing concrete slabs. I slid over until I was behind a Polowski shelter, pulling my hunting rifle off my back, I pulled my hat off the ground and placed it back atop my head. It had to be mutants. One came stumbling out, I waited for the other. The mutant turned around and spoke in a deep, hulking voice which was easily associated with their large, mutated bodies.
"No one here! You being stupid!"
The other responded similarly, "No, you stupid! You peice of trash! My ears playing tricks on me again!" He stepped out from behing the slabs.

"Now's my chance." I popped up from behind the shelter and pulled of two beautiful shots, each right between the eyes of the supermutants. I heard a female voice from around the corner.

"Anyone else hear those gunshots? Probably Raiders."

Another person spoke, this time it was male, "Reddin! Get your ass over there and check it out."

"Yes Paladin Vargas!" A large hulking metal figure appeared from around the corner. This must be "Reddin". Roughly the size of a supermutant, it looked similar to the advanced power armor mark II, just heavier and clunkier. This must be the T-45d power armor that was used by the military before the bombs fell.
"It's some kind of local." The figure was obviously not hostile, because they hadn't shot at me with their AER-9 Laser Rifle. They couldn't be the Enclave because they didn't have the distinct E with the stars around it. Instead, they had an emblem with a winged sword and cogs.
A blonde woman walked up to me, dressed in similar power armor, she also held a Laser Rifle"Look local, I don't know what you're doing here, but you picked a bad time to be here. The supermutants have overrun our brothers at the GNR garrison and we're heading there now to back them up. You can tag along if you want, but stay out of our way." she started to turn away when I stopped her to ask,
"Wait, who are you people?" I needed to know, if there where people that had access to power armor and advanced weaponry, I need them to help stop the Enclave.

"Have you been living under a rock? We're the Brotherhood of Steel, the only reason the wasteland isn't overrun by the mutants and raiders."

With that, she walked away.

--Chapter 8--
----Stand Your Ground--

The soldiers of "Lyons' Pride" were apparently the best soldiers the Brotherhood had to spare. And they showed it very well. I ran towards the entrance of the ruins of a school building, Lyons Pride behind me. It would seem foolish to most to go first when you had walking tanks on your side, but not to me. I wanted to show them they weren't the only ones that went through intense training. I rushed through the building, slaughtering mutants along the way. I halted as I saw a supermutant Master in front of me, minigun and all. Its armor was built out of a car, and this one was larger than the others. I pulled my combat knife out of my boot and my sword off of my back. I jumped up and planted my two weapons in the gaps of its armor and scaled it by stabbing it continuously, when I got to its head, I stabbed both of its eyes and slid down the length of its body, blades still inside. The giant fell, and Sarah Lyons came and said, "Nice."
We got to the exit and saw a few knights and paladins trying to hold off the mutant onslaught.

"Hold your ground!" one shouted.

"Hold on!" Paladin Vargas yelled.

I shot down the mutants that were still standing and picked up a weapon a mutant had been using, an FN FAL, I favored this weapon over others like the M4A1 Carbine and the R-91 Assault Rifle. I noticed the ground was shaking slightly, and Sarah Lyons screamed out,

"GET TO COVER! BEHEMOTH!"

Suddenly, a gigantic supermutant wielding a concrete pillar with bits of flooring still connected to it burst out from an area that had been filled with cars and rubble. It smashed Reddin against the GNR sign and considering that she was wearing power armor, that thing must be strong. "You! Yes, you, go get the fat man that Reddin had!" Paladin Glade told me. I did as he said, and even though I had almost no training for heavy weapons, I used it quite easily. It took a few shots but the behemoth fell for good. Suddenly, my dad came running out the doors.

James. My father.

--Chapter 9--
----Reunion--

His power armor was the Enclave's Shocktrooper Advanced Power Armor Mark II, and it had his name printed in silver writing. Its slick black colour and smooth edges, it was a beautiful suit, reserved for only the most qualified and well trained soldiers of the Enclave's Armed Forces.
"Son!" He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Dad? Why did you, what did...Why?"

"Son, I had to go, I knew you wher still there, but you were safe as long as you didn't fight for them."

"Well what now?"

"I was working on a large-scale water purifier with a Doctor Madison Li, we need to go see her, I found what I needed to get it running."

"So what, we're just going to make a purifier?"

"No, we're going to go to get it running, once it works, we can get it to purify all the water in the Patomic River.

"Alright, let's go." Sarah Lyons walked towards me,

"That was some nice shooting, I'm impressed."

"You guys don't need recruits?"

"Don't worry, we're good right now."

Then, we left for Rivet City.

--Chapter 10--
----Persuasion--

Coming Soon!

By the way, where is Fallout: Rebirth, I used to read that all the time, and now I can't find it. I thought it got deleted or the author stopped writing it. I made this account just so I could comment on it and tell the guy I loved it.

Eh, about page four. Just keep going back OR

use that nifty search bar near the bottom, whatever way works with you.

I'm not too hot today, so my critique skills are below average. Perhaps I'll have more to say later, but right now I can only give you my encouragement...

...Keep Writing.

--Chapter 10--
----Not the First Time--

Me and my father hadn't talked much, for a son that hadn't seen his father for years, you would have assumed that he had much to tell, but the two of us were almost silent. I knew he didn't mean to be a jerk, but leaving me at the age of five? That's just cruel. I asked him if he ever missed mom, since she did die giving birth to me.

"Well son, there's some things that just happen and we can't control them, I do miss her quite a lot, but what's happenned, has happenned and we can't change that."

Then, I saw an aircraft carrier, it was beached, but it's size was unrivaled by nothing else that I had seen before, well, other than the fort I had grown up in.

"I never thought I would see one of these in real life..."

"Yes, me neither, although I have seen the Enclave has a warship, something like the Dreadnaught U.S.S. somthing, I don't remember. But anyways, that's Rivet City."

"So, a buch of people got together and decided to live on a boat?"

"That's what I've been told." My father didn't seem very excited about going on the ship, but I certainly was. These aircraft carriers were massive, and most likely, some of it hasn't been converted to be a part of the city, meaning lots of loot and information. Ever since I was a small child, I had always been fascinated by things from the pre-war times. It seemed like it had been perfect, the only bad thing about the pre-war times had been the wars, the recource wars more specificaly. When resources started running out, it was survival of the fittest.

"Come on son, we need to go see Doctor Li." When my father said this, I noticed I had dazed off in thought. Not the first time that's happened.


--Chapter 11--
----Persuasion--

The Rivet City Science Lab was very...scientific? But although it served its purpose, it left much to be desired. There were piles of trash thown to the side of the room, there was a heap of large drums, most likely this had been a storage room for supplies. There was a large pump-looking device in the center making a looping noise of "Dada duomf, dada duomf" I've seen something like it before, although it was much smaller and quieter, it was a Hydroponics device, used to grow plants without soil. Though the process would work better if they weren't using irradiated water.

"James? Is that you?"

"Yes, Madison, it's me." Doctor Li didn't seem so happy to see him, nor him seeing her.

"What now, are you going to try to do something with the purifier?"

"Yes, but...This time it will work! I promise you that, I know what is missing."

"Right, unless you are very skilled in persuation, there's no way I'm going to believe that."

Oh, but he did. I was there, I would know.

By the time they got to Project Purity, I had already cleaned out a mutant camp, and killed everything in the memorial. Wow, they're slow. It seemed like much work had to be done, but after a few errands, my father told me "Alright, we're almost done. Can you go clean out one of the intake pipes? There's some kind of blockage."

Great, cleaning out pipes.

I went to the pipes and did as he told me, but then I heard a noise I knew all too well. The sound of a vertibird landing.

Oh [censored].


--Chapter 12--
----Trouble on the Homefront--

I rushed to get back to the control room was, but there were soldiers waiting by the exits. Great. I couldn't fight power armored Enclave troops, they were too strong, I pulled a bottlecap out of my pouch. "You'll be remembered little guy." With a short goodbye, I threw the bottlecap onto the ground of the basemant as a distraction, once the guards rushed towards the noise, I took my chance and rushed through the door. There were still several soldiers here. I couldn't get through them all. I still had a few mines, so I observed their routes and planted mins accordingly, rushing out of the way, they were killed as the deadly instruments exploded. The rotunda was empty, except for Doctor Li and her crew. But wait, dad was in the control chamber! Colenol Autumn was there along with two shocktroopers.

"Ah, Seargent Burlington, we had been beginning to think you where dead. Now tell me, why do you continue to resist? The Enclave is here to help, but you are destroying its foundations. You and your friends will be brought in for interrogation."

And with that, several Enclave troops burst in and forcibly took them away. I was knocked unconcious by an Enclave Shocktrooper.

Not again...

I awoke to my old apartment. My two-room bundle of joy. Nothing had change, I was in my uniform and everything was in its place. "Weird...was it all..a dream?"
A knock to the door shook me out of my thoughts. I answered the door, it was the fitters from the armory. They had probably come to fit his new set of power armor. They did all their mesurements and left. He had probably passed out during his party or something... his earpeice buzzed on.

"Kody Burlington report to the armorer for suiting up, then report to the debriefing chamber."

I did as I was told and continued to the armorer. My special suit of Shocktrooper advanced power armor mark II. The man was waiting for me. "Well, you ready for your first mission?"

"I sure hope so."

"Alright, this is how it works, I hand the peices to you, you put them on, OK?"

I did as he told me. It was a slow proccess, but it was very effective. The helmet was very comfortable, it had inside padding, and a cooling unit. The HUD was interesting, it showed his suit's energy level, time, a marker was set to his mission's location, he had a targeting system, a GPS and loads of other features. "Can I have a weapon?"

"What kind? We got gauss, plasma, laser, ballistic, MAC guns, rockets, grenades, grenade launchers, and pulse."

"Uhh, what about an M429 SAW?"

"Do you want one with modifications? We got some scopes, silencers, extended magazines, etcetera."

"Uhh, I'll get back to you after the debrief."

"Alright."

I left for the debriefing chamber, and walking through the halway, I saw soldiers with Adv. Mark IIs ones with Adv. Mark Is and some where wearing the newly improved Adv. Combat armor Mark II. Then, I saw Amata, she was dressed in the slimmer Light Power armor that was new to the Enclave, it had a smaller shestplate, along with a much slimmer built, it was like a mix of the recon armor and the new Adv. Power Armor. It was reserved for snipers, but it was also used for recon teams. She passed by me without saying a word, she didn't even look at me. Maybe it was because she was blamed for my escape...but wait, I thought that didn't happen?

I reached the debriefing room and there was Colenol Autumn.

No one else was there.

"Hello Kody."


--Chapter 13--
----Decision of a Lifetime--

Coming Soon!

For Chapter 13, I might make the story split into two different paths, one to join the Enclave again, the other to fight them.

Right now things are going to start to happen, I'm going to be preoccupied with School, Halo: Reach is coming out, Fallout New Vegas, plus I still like to play some Fallout 3 on my computer, FWE makes it that much more fun

So, I might be taking longer times to write these now, either that, or I'm not going to upload as much.

I am most likely not going to update this for a while, with school starting again, and new games coming out, I will be quite preoccupied.