1: Tourai!!

On a rooftop in southern D.C., the raider Jarls Snaptooth stared at some sort of asteroid falling from the sky to the middle of the district he was in. He looked to his pack, a group of ragtags equipped with an assault rifle, a knife, and a few men with pistols. He waved a hand. "Let's check it out, may be special..." He grinned, already tasting out of this world food and water.

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The tiny metal pod smashed through the atmosphere into the capitol wasteland, landing by the Arlington library. The impact however, did not halt it. The spherical transport spun wildly southward, kicking up a great amount of dust, and rolled more to the east. Here, it finally settled. The tiny pod's hatch opened, and a man, clad in armor, fell into the concrete of the street, and vomited. After he collected himself, Toshiro Kago stood, and spat, wiping his mouth, and looked around. All he saw was buildings in ruins, and desert.

"What has happened here..." He said to himself. Suddenly, the raiders surrounded him.

"You. What ya got in that there ball, space Chinaman?? Hm?" He said, aiming his own pistol at the Toshiro's head. Toshiro did not move. He knew a gun when he saw one, though this weapon did look nothing like the guns he had seen during his own time. He knew a threat.

"Kuppuku shuumi ban." Toshiro said, getting into a fighting stance, and wrapping his hand around the hilt of his sword.

"I don't speak Chinese, you wubba dubba dabba meatheat." Jarls said, wrapping his finger around the trigger, and pulling it. But the weapon did not fire. Instead, the raider's hand slipped off the arm, leaving a gory stump squirting out blood. Jarls screamed, and fell. Toshiro had his weapon out, and flicked away blood. He struck again, having to just quickly slice downwards, and another raider's head bled, and he fell, cross-eyed. By now, the raiders were running, screaming. With a flowing quick motion, the sword was returned to it's scabbard. He bent down, picking up the pistol that had been aimed at him, and aimed it at Jarl's. Jarls stared up at him, dying, his skin was now completely pale and blood was pooling around him. Toshiro pointed the gun between the man's eyes.

"Kirisute gomen..." He fired, ending the raider's life, and tossed the weapon away, and began to walk on down the streets. He eventually saw what looked like an immense fortress, and decided he was to go there. He was lost in this world. A ronin to his people.

Night was coming. He heard something behind him and turned, hand ready to pull out his blade, but the large armored fist knocked him out before he could do anything.

A 16th century samurai trapped in an American irradiated hellhole! Where's the justice!

Looking forward to reading more. I have some guesses to the plot but won't speak them in case they are spoilers. Good! :brokencomputer: :ninja:

2: Goryouho

Paladin Bael dragged the body behind him, still clad in the ancient armor. The helmet was cradled under one arm. Bael dropped it in the courtyard as Elder Owyn Lyons approached. Reginald Rothchild and a trainee knight in leather armor. Toshiro slowly awoke, the first thing he saw was Bael in his heavy metal armor.

"Onushi wa ittai nani mono? Sessha wa naze koko ni iru?" He exclaimed, kicking himself out of Bael's grip, the samurai rolled, got to his feet and quickly drew his blade, and slashed. The blade clinked off of Bael's T-45d Power Armor bracer, sending up a few sparks.

"Restrain this one. Throw him in the cells. We'll get to him later." Elder Lyons spoke finally. Bael jumped upon the samurai and wrestled his sword free, and knocked him out again.

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When Toshiro awoke again he was in his ordinary clothes. There he had found a few tiny pieces of rice that had fallen on his shirt when he ate before going out to scout for Oda Nobunaga. The day the monsters took him into Jigoku. He rubbed his temples gently. His surroundings were somewhat dark and confined. He was in a jail cell. "Hey, buddy." He heard to his right, and looked through a hole large enough to put a hand through. Inside was a man with a red mohawk and was almost completely naked save for some ragged clothes he had made for himself out of bedsheets and a pillow. "You look like them samurai I read about back in the library. My name's Buck. Just Buck. I came from the west. I'm a raider. But, eh... Was captured. You too?"

"Dochira sama desuka?" Toshiro spoke, tilting his head to the side.

"Ah, you don't speak english, which is pretty odd. You aren't a raider either, I guess."

"Honba?"

"Home?"

"Ho-mu?"

"I think we've gotta work on your English pal... Life may be over but English is still needed if yer gonna be surviving in these wastes, mister..."

"....gaijin ban" Toshiro spat, crawling to the corner of his cell.

"My name. My name. Name. Naaaaaaame. Is Buuuuuck....-sama."

"Buck-sama?" Toshiro slowly nodded within the shadowy corner of his cell.

"Who are you? Dochira sama desuka?" Toshiro looked up to Buck in the hole.

"Nippon no Toshiro Chinaman desu." Toshiro spoke quickly and quietly. Buck leaned back, and pulled a cigarette out from under his rags, lighting it with a match he had stolen from the Lyons Pride.

"Toshiro Chinaman? You're name is Toshiro-sama. But where'd Chinaman come from?" Toshiro spat. They had called him it in the Jigoku, the others, the gross gaijin in the funny hat and kerchief and the other even worse gaijin outside whose life he had ended. He paused for a few minutes, and then said,

"Nippon no Kaga Toshiro desu." Buck cackled in his cell beside him.

"Ahh, so Chinaman was a nickname. Yeah, people these days barley even know about Japan... Nippon. Just China, China, communism blah blah blah the war. But what'm I sayin', you prolly don't even know what the Hell I'm saying..." There was a long, long pause. "Screw it..." Buck stood, taking another drag on his cigarette, and walked to the opposite corner, and pulled out a bag from under his cot. Within were books, mostly history books and dictionaries. He tossed a few into Toshiro's cell. They dropped in front of the Japanese man, kicking up a few puffs of dust. "Hiken, Toshiro-sama." Slowly, Toshiro crawled over to the pile of books, and dragged them to his corner, opening up a dictionary.

"Nan?" He asked, puzzled.

"Oh for the love of Christ... I never thought I'd be a teacher... Well, you're lucky I'm interested in the past and crap. Hard to think the world was once pretty. Okay, here's the deal. I've got a few weeks until I'm executed, killed.. Satsu. If I can teach you to speak my tongue, will you help me... Toubou??" Toshiro looked up at the raider. He nodded. Buck smiled, tossing his cigarette out of the cell bars into the main hallway, where a Paladin crushed it beneath his armored boot. "Alrighty, let's get started! Kaishi English!"

I took Japanese for my foreign language class back in highschool. Unfortunately I was a D student all the way up till Japanse III, but I still learned a few things. I'm proud to say I understand half of what your typing down.

Woohoo!

By the way, the story started off a day or two after Mothership Zeta ends.
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3: Toubou

It had been two weeks. There was one week before Buck's execution. Toshiro had learned a great deal of English, and even more of history. First they covered basic English, and then some history, and then English, and they switched back and forth every now and then. It had been a great shock to endure that he was the last of the samurai, and probably, as he knew it, the last fully Japanese person living. He did not know. All he did know, was that he was going to have to endure tremendous headaches the next several days, and maybe weeks or months. He had also learned that Buck had been living within the library for a couple years, reading history upon other things. He was smart for looking so filthy and brutish. The raider was getting more and more sad everyday as his death drew closer.

"What... are you going to be killed for, Buck-sama?" Toshiro asked, staring at the man through the hole. Buck looked up at him.

"Doesn't matter. We're getting out. Remember? Your stuff is being held down the hall, along with my crap. My stuff'll do a lot more damage on these guys than your equipment can. I had a friend, he's gonna meet us outside tonight. He brought me the keys. Hell, my cell's already been unlocked. Here..." He tossed Toshiro the keys. The samurai caught them, and very carefully unlocked the door very fast and smoothly, and hid the keys as the large armored guard walked past. "You're a fast learner, Toshi."

"Thank you, Bucku." Toshiro smiled, speaking in broken English.

"Now, we can continue our little lessons on the outside. We just need to wait until the guard finishes his lil round..." Toshiro nodded. Fifteen minutes later, they were fed gruel and some purified water from the Jefferson memorial. Toshiro had learned that some man had helped the Brotherhood of Steel bring pure water to this wretched hellish place. Finally, it was time. The guard had left for break.

Toshiro was first, being the faster of the two, and quickly shot out, running down the hall, and hugging the inner wall. He then waved for Buck to follow. Buck gathered some belongings and a few books and packed some gruel and water and left. They reached the door that held the equipment. Inside was a single young guard. He was not wearing armor. He snored and was armed with nothing but a pistol holstered on his hip. With his katana, Toshiro slit the man's throat, flicked the blood off, sheathed his blade, and gathered up his armor, and slipped on his sandals. Buck put on his armor, which was a few scraps of metal slapped together. His weapons were a sawed-off shotgun, hanging on his hip, a pistol, and a hunting rifle slung over his back, and a combat knife in his boot. He drew the shotgun, as they were in tight corridors. That'd work.

"Now, we gotta actually get out. My friend changed the schedules of all guards and so, we should be clear for the way out." Buck nodded, loading some shells into his weapon. Toshiro kept his hand on the hilt of his sword for the time being, just in case. The duo left the room, wandering down the brightly-lit stone corridors of the ancient building. Finally they found the exit. And that was it, they were back out into the warmth of the outside wasteland that covered the Earth. Buck sheathed his shotgun, and Toshiro eased his hand away from his blade.

After awhile, they found themselves at the river, where they met a cloaked man. "Toshi, this is Scribe Tinthus. He arrived at the Citadel a day ago in order to free me. We go way back."

"Just Tinthus now..." Tinthus produced a laser rifle that was hanging on his back. Where do we go from here, gentlemen?"

"I dunno, I haven't put much thought into it..." Buck said, pondering their situation. "Maybe we should try and get out of the capitol wasteland??"

"I need to commit seppuku...." Muttered Toshiro, who pulled out his blade. Buck grabbed his wrist.

"NO! We need you. Your people need you."

"My people are dead. My family is dead. My sensei is dead. My friends are dead. I have no one, and I have failed them all."

"Toshi... We could... we could start a new shogunate. The Kaga shogunate! In the wastes! We could conquer everything!" Tinthus remained quiet. Slowly, Toshiro sheathed his sword.

"This... Could be possible. If you attempt to betray me on this, I will destroy you where you stand. Myself."

"Right right. I promise..." Buck bowed to Toshiro. Tinthus remained quiet. After a long pause, the scribe finally spoke.

"Are you being serious?" He said, chuckling near the end. "You are only equipped with armor that is so ancient that modern-day weapons- even in the apocalypse -could probably turn it to ash!"

"Hold out your hand, scribe." Toshiro said. Tinthus did as told, and as soon as he did, his fingers were lopped off. Blood squirted out and the man screamed. "I am your shogun now. You address me as such and you do not dishonor me. You follow me to the end. This is a new age."

"Er, Toshi, yer takin' this seriously. We just escaped a Brotherhood prison. We can do this, it's possible. We just need men, and a spot of land..." His voice trailed off. Toshiro nodded, sheathing his sword.

"I am sorry for your hand, Tinthus." He said, spitting, and turning to walk. He was followed by Buck. Tinthus wrapped a few pieces of cloth from his hand, and was crying dearly. He finally rushed after them, afraid of what would happen to him if the mutants got to him, or worse, the Brotherhood of Steel.

Several hours had passed and they were well out of the Citadel's general area. It was then when they were surrounded by raiders. All of the raiders were dirty, and Toshiro had recognized a few from when he had first landed in the demon-orb. One rushed up to the samurai, and bowed down. "I AM SORRY. WE ARE SORRY! PLEASE TAKE US WITH YOU! PROTECT US! TEACH US HOW TO FIGHT LIKE YOU DO!! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!! JUST DON'T KILL US!!" Toshiro looked to his two other party members, and nodded.

"Rise. You will fall in behind us. The first condition, you will bathe. Secondly, you will not stalk innocent people, and you will never, under any circumstances fight one who is unarmed unless they attack you first. Understand, neh?" The man slowly stood, and nodded. "Thirdly, you will not betray me or I will cut off your head and send your soul to jigoku."

"I dunno what jee-goo-koo is, sir, but we all promise. Please..." Toshiro nodded.

"Tsuizui!" He shouted at them, and began walking west. Buck looked to the shaken raider.

"He said to follow. He's still learnin'." The raider nodded, and waved his men onwards to follow them.

It would be a long, long journey, Toshiro thought to himself, but he was sure he was do what it was he was sent to do: Continue the empire.