Fallout: Angel of Steel

By: Roughnecks

Prologue

The rattling of belt-fed automatics echoed through the coated walls of brick and steel. Shattered window panes shook with each rapid-fire blast, shell casings dancing amongst the broken glass of an older civilization. The dawn's early light shone through the rust coated skies and ash-like falls of silt and dust many stories above. Soldiers of steel they were called. Their armor, once shining with the tint of blue and metallic signature, now was caked in red and brown rust. A thin layer of yellow paint forged the time-old insignia of the sword and cogs engulfed by wings. Their visors now tinted black: the glass cracked like lightning dancing before their eyes.

Knelt high above the city street was one such figure; armor curved in such a way to resemble that of the girl who resided inside. To her left was her helmet: blast coated down the side, visor partly shattered with its age rusting away with each passing breeze, lay upon the floor. To her right: an ammunition box containing a dwindling supply of 12.7x99mm rounds.

BOOM.

Each shot fired from her Hécate II seemed to be followed by a calm, quiet moment of time. In that brief moment, the ravenous cries and march-like sound of a thousand Trogs, the continuous rattle of gunfire, the screams and shouts over the comms, and the violent shaking of the unstable building seemed to stop. All but the gentle wisp of air, so thick that one could taste it's seemingly metallic resemblance, was heard passing right along through the firefight. Her blond hair, no longer neatly maintained, blew in the breeze landing softly just above her rifle's scope.

BOOM.

Another shell bounced out the fortification in which her rifle rested so gracefully upon. Silence once more; broken only by the beating of her heart and coarse sound of her breath with every inhale and exhale. She hung her head back, her emerald eyes gazed upward towards the heavens and their rays of light that broke past the clouds. The light reached her, illuminating her once pale face now showing nothing but grime and weathering. She let out a soft sigh, returning to the scope once more.

BOOM.

“Kinney! Kinney! West side! The west side!” The voice crackled through her helmet's comm, prompting her to turn her rifle ever so slightly to the left; catching in a glimpse her brothers in arms struggling to hold back the horde of monsters that rushed out of the darkness and fog that rolled over the street ahead.

She spoke softly before pulling the trigger: “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me: thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me...” She looked above at the holotags that hung, tied around her rifle scope. As they twirled she caught their owner flickering. Bourne. Another sigh was let out.

BOOM...

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OOC: I started playing Fallout again, starting with 3 and it made me want to write again. It's mainly just something to occupy my mind and time as I wait to ship out to boot camp. I feel like my writing is more mature now and has improved over the years since my last Fanfic I posted here "Organzied Crime". Hope you guys enjoy, updates will come as soon as possible for those who are interested.