Just a little something I wrote while in saturday school because i got in "Teh trubbles" the date is still up in the air for me and I'll add more once i see how well this is received. I'm thinking of going in a more Van Buren Direction as far as locations go. Enjoy! :flamethrower:




Fallout: Memoirs of a Ranger

Shade lay on his stomach perched on a ridge overlooking Shady Sands, using his high grade Pre-war sniper rifle he observed the area waiting for his mark to emerge from the Brass Balls Brothel n' Tavern.
Shade was a hired gun, a merc, a hitman, occasionally making even carrying out black ops. If you had the caps or the tech he'd kill whoever you wanted, his only restriction was killing women, children and genuinely good men -but nobody is truly good in the wastes- due to his warped sense of what I guess could be called honor. His train of thought was interrupted when his mark -some merchant named Jack- stepped out of the Brass Balls. With a few quick clicks of the scope Shade had adjusted his rifle to make up for the mile between him and Jack and accounted for wind and the like.
He followed his target intently for a few moments waiting for the perfect shot. Almost as soon as the man stopped Shade squeezed the trigger, the familiar sound of the silencer on the barrel as the bullet sped towards his target. Barely two seconds later the man's head exploded in a shower blood, brain matter, and skull fragmentations showering all nearby with parts of the man's cranium.
With a quick snicker he muttered 'Pack it up Boys' as he stood swinging his rifle behind his back and taking a measured swill from his canteen. He drew up his black hood and began to stalk away, it was a ways back to the Hub so he could pick up his caps for another job well done. All of a sudden he felt a sharp pain in his back, he reached around puling a tranq dart from his back he barely had time to curse under his breath before his vision became blurry and he fell to the ground, temporarily paralyzed. He noticed what looked like a man step out of the shadows and walk towards his derelict form...

X RADS X

Shade awoke, finding himself tied to a chair. Blinking the weariness from his eyes he looked around in the almost complete blackness, from the dankness he would've guessed he was underground. His head snapped up as he heard the familiar sound of a revolver clicking against a bar... Or maybe it was a chair. Once his eyes had fully adjusted to the darkness he could make out a figure that looked to be dressed in the NCR ranger armor, "Time to pay for all the hits I guess" is what went through his mind. He decided to speak up,
'Well [censored] me, at least you're not a [censored] slaver!'
The Ranger leaned forward and shade could make out his face, 'Well ain't you captain [censored] goddamned Captin' obvious?' Shade chortled at the comment. The Ranger scowled 'Quit [censored] laughin' you were a tough hunt, five goddamned years.' Shade raised his eyebrow,
'So you going to put a bullet in my head or push [censored]in' bamboo under my nails?'
The Ranger gave a harsh laugh replying 'Neither, you're one of the best killers in all the wasteland I'm actually surprised I gotcha'. What we're going to do here is re-purpose you!' the Ranger exclaimed with gusto.
Shade's eyes widened in shock, 'How the hell do you plan on doing that?' the Ranger smirked replying 'Well I know you love killing, you're not some "ladykiller" and you're definitely not a [censored]in' "Childkiller." So I'm proclaimin' you a ranger, plenty qualified in my eyes...'
Shade said scowling 'Still don't get how you're going to get me to cooperate'
The man tapped a finger on his head, 'Well you see, I'm an explosives expert and you've got a bomb in your head.' Shade glared at the man, to angry for words, the Ranger only laughed. 'I'm sergeant Stokes, welcome to the New California Republic Rangers you sonuva[censored]!'

Pretty good, the dialogue got a little confusing at the end, try using the enter key a little more, if anything it will make your story easier to follow and read.

Yeah, I was kind of worried that would happen when it went from the page to the comp. I'll probably advance the story whether or not anyone else replies as I really enjoyed writing it. But, C&C is always welcome!

I enjoyed this Vault Boy, I can see a great adventure and story ahead, the dialogue was a little confusing as Dan mentioned, but you already know so I don't think it should be a problem anymore .
Just remember not to rush the story, keep us on a leash .

CHAPTER 2

It had been approximately a month since his capture, he looked over at the grizzled old Sergeant who's mouth was wide in what could be called a grin.
"What the hell are you smirking about?" Shade mumbled in the man's direction.
"Well... I'm just thinkin'. You're aware that this is probably a suicide mission right?" said the old vet.
"The [censored]? You going soft on me ya' old coot?" laughed Shade, disdain obvious in his tone.
The sergeant looked in his direction scowling, they traveled the rest of the night. Neither of them said a word until the next day, even setting up camp and sleeping underneath the starry sky in complete silence. Shade sat on a rock, "it was his turn to keep them safe." he thought as the Sergeant stood up for his turn. Shade chuckled, "Good [censored], I'm tired as a mother-[censored]in' dog!"

xRADSx

They hadn't spoken since last night, they knew they were getting close to their marks. Slavers: the bastards popped up like tatooed radroaches. Idiots were easy enough to find, heavily armed with some big ink spot carved right into their face. They looked brutish, they were brutish, and most of them had the I.Q. to boot...
Even in his days before he came across the Sergeant -well, before the Sergeant came across him. He hadn't liked slavers, but these guys were new. He'd heard of the Caesar's Legion slavers but he'd never seen one, this was supposed to be some big meet-up between two Slaving organizations. The [censored]-heads he was used to seeing, and these new guys. He thought about the Sergeant's wording. This place was supposed to get turned into "one big, burnt out [censored]-stain." Shade let out a slight chuckle and the Sarg gave him a glare and put his finger over his helmet grille. Shade could see the "Shut the [censored] up" lighting up the old man's eyes.
He gave a quick nod and moved into position to his right and to the other side so him and the Sergeant were almost straight across from each other. The Slavers were meeting in the middle of some flat lands in surrounded by hills, two ways out. One to the East and the other to the West, all told there were about twenty of them all combined. Shade fixed his silencer watching as the vultures circled above, the birds had a sixth sense for coming death he thought. He signaled out to the Old Man with a bird call that sounded almost exactly like one of the birds.
He started to count off the five seconds in his head between the call and their shots. One, he slid a bullet into the chamber. Two, he clicked his sights according to the wind. Three, he picks out a target immediately, drifting towards a man carrying a mini-gun. Four, he takes a deep breath. Five, show time. He pulled the trigger and a crater the size of a man's fist and just as deep is carved out of the Slavers chest and a cloud of blood and bone sprayed those around him. He selects another target, easy enough to do at median range and snaps off another shot as he hears a grenade go off and the Old Man's M16 bark off several rounds into the confused group.
That was four down, Shade selects another target snapping the shot off and hitting the man in the neck nearly decapitating him. The slavers broke into two groups, the more heavily armed Legionaires splitting off to the west towards the Old Man and the normal stock taking cover and attempting to move up slowly. A hail of bullets bit into his cover forcing him to hunker down out of the way, he changed position and moved around to their left. One of them picked his head up out from behind a barrel and for it he lost the top of his head, blood, brain, and teeth flew from what was left of the skull.
He looked over at the Sergeant's position for a quick second -using the time he had just bought, and heard the report of a combat shotgun and watched one of the armored Slavers fall down the hillside with an arm missing. It looked like he was having a hard time getting kill shots with his M16 due to the Legion actually wearing kevlar on their armor - he hoped they didn't have grenades or the Old Man would be in a lot of trouble. He took count, from what he could see of the twenty they had started with thirteen remained. He snapped off a shot to assist the Sergeant and ended up blowing a big hole in the back of one of the Legionaires helmeted heads.
That was twelve left then, he observed his own dilemma cursing as he saw the bastards had started to get closer. Snapping off a final shot at the guy who looked like he was giving orders and severing his leg at the kneecap, he watched as the man fell down screaming like a little girl -hell, he would've done the same thing. With a fleeting glance across to the opposite side he noticed two new corpses, "Alright, nine left then" he muttered.
Shade drew his un-scoped 44. Magnum leaving his other at his belt, as he placed his rifle onto his back and took a new position among the rocks. He stood up quickly and snapped off a shot at one of the men charging up the hill, the man was punched off his feet and he tumbled head over heels down the hill and impaling his limp body on a rock up-side down. If the situation had been different, that would've been funny. "Eight" he said with a snicker.

xRADSx

The Old Man assessed the situation, he stood from the cover and snapped a shot into a Slaver's face. He saw four more left as he ducked, bullets flying over his head. He placed his hand onto his side and grimaced in pain, he had just pulled a piece of shrapnel from his side. "Goddamned make-shift bombs" he grumbled. He knew this had been a suicide mission, as fast as he could he maneuvered around the rocky cover and into a slightly different position. He popped up quickly and fired a round from his combat shotgun taking a man in the chest and knocking him off his feet.
With a few steps he ran as quickly as he could firing two more rounds and killing two of the three still standing, he drew his knife and tackled the Slaver to the ground. He planted the knife into the Slaver's chest but felt like he had gotten a knee to the gut, he stood up shakily and clutched at his stomach. "I... I saw this... Coming..." he announced as he collapsed barely holding onto life. He'd bleed out soon enough.

xRADSx

Shade ducked low, beating the bullets by less than a second, he heard the sound of three guns reloading and smiled. He stood back up slowly and fired three bullets from his .44, "three more Slavers sent to hell" he said as he saw the bodies slump over.
Suddenly, drawn from his triumph he remembered the Old Man. He cursed starting to run off in that direction. He passed the Slaver who's leg he had blown off but minutes earlier slumped up against a barricade, he drew his med-kit and quickly stuck two stimpacks, med-x, and binding the wound quickly. "I'm comin' back for you." he said, and given different circumstance he would've anticipated the coming torture with glee, but he had other things pressing his attention.

xRADSx

Shade rushed up the rocky hill, "C'mon Old Man, don't [censored]in' die on me!" he shouted worriedly.
He heard a barely audible voice speak up and he spotted the man on the ground, a massive hole in his Riot armor and his shredded entrails falling from it. Shade went to one knee and undid the Sergeant's helmet and then his own. "What, you getting soft eh'?" the Old man whispered.
Despite the circumstances Shade had grown to like the Grizzled old Veteran during the month they had known each other. "No sir, just a sight worried... This'll take some dextrous hands to patch up..."
"Oh, don't sugar coat this for me... Even in shock I know I'm [censored], now stick me with some Med-x" the man announced and Shade complied. The Old Man pointed up at the scar in Shade's forehead, "Y'know, I never did put a bomb in there... It was for your own good though, look at the fine young Ranger you are now..." Stokes said with a hollow breath, blood trailing down the corner of his mouth. "It's only superficial, but i think you've learned somethin'..." And with that the Old man closed his eyes for the last time and his neck went limp, his last breath escaping his open lips...






((I think I've worked some of the kinks out, C&C welcome! Hopefully enjoy!)) :thumbsup:

Dang, I really like this roleplay. and I've taken a liking to both shade and the old man. too bad he had to die.

Thank you, I might incorporate some flash backs later on in the story so that isn't all you'll see of the Old Man. Maybe even some desert mirages / hallucinations. I'll probably add chapters every two-days to a week.