I watched sparks fly as another bullet pinged off the shield on the mounted gun of our dune buggy. The rookie jumped and stroked the spray right over me. With a curse I pressed myself down on the bike as flat as I coul and was thankful that only a few pings were heard ac he ht the fender, "[censored] it walsch, you gonna shoot the bastards chasing us or me?"

I heard a few snickers over the raidio befor he answered back, "Sorry sir."

I growled into my mike then hit the throttle, pulling to over to the left side of the buggy and resting my homemade gernade laucher up on the handlebars, "You take the right, I don't need you making a second attempt on my lie, these bastards are doing just fine on their on, don't need your help." I pulled the trigger and heard the familular thunking sound of the frag leaving the barrel. It shot out and struck the side of the last truck of the group. A roar errupted with flames and a fancy flash on tp of it all, blowing the rusted side to bits, blood slattered the dash and hood as the shrapnel caught the driver. The entire thing lifted onto the opposaite wells from us and then the bumper dug in and the entire thing flipped, sendin the raiders in the back fly tis way and that.

We were booking it cross the desert, somewhere out in arizona, at least what used to be arizona before the bombs fell. We'd already had one hell of a time getting the load we were carreiying, some guy had been trying to set up some new regime out here, he'd stumbled on some military cache that'd been out hear, a couple of those tin can suits and some flashy lasers and the man had the tribals in the area at his beck and call making them think he was a god. Well that didn't stand up to a bit of testing, our knives to their throats as they slept. That'd been the simple part, we'd grabbed their gear and loaded and were about to leave quietly, but them some kid found us and started screaming, the next thing we know Travis goes down with an arrow through his neck, and we're booking it. But thats not even the worse of it. We're on an old highway, outside of what was pheonix two hundred years ago and run across a damn raiding party, three truck and five bikes, just what we needed.

I snapped my launcher open and hooked it over a leg as I grabbed another gernade out of my pocket, dropping it in the tube and snapping the thing closed, "What's left?"

I heatrd th pvssyr of fire and ducked down, feeling two more bullets slam into my back, one digging into my shoulder and feeling like someone had shoved a hot poker in, "Son of a..." My eyes teared and I nearly tried running over a rock, not a good idea at nearly a buck twenty. I tried lifting the gun but my arm hung useless s I felt a warm trickle run under the ceramic plates of my combat armor.

Chelsy decided to speak up at this time, "We got three left, but thats not the problem, we got a cliff coming up, and an overpass, but there's a section missing, I think we can make the jump, but I can't be sure." I chuckled, that was chelsey for you, she was all like what you wanna do sir till you gave her permission to be crazy, ten she'd hoot and hollar, plaster a grin across her lips and step the pedal down, she was craziest damn driver on the west coast, not that there were many drivers out here, "Whatcha thing John, you'll be the one trying to keep the cargo in."

"I think your halfway to feral if you're even considering it."

More gun fire and Walsch actually hit something. There was a loud bang as he hit got a million in one shot and clipped a gernade one of the raiders had on him. Suffice to say there for the next moments it was raining for once, though a bit chunky if you asked me, "Well I'll take that as a sign that someone is finally smilling on us, Chelsy, perrmission to be a Crazy [censored]." A rolling laugh and a yee haw came over the radio as she cranked the well, getting us on cracked pavementand hitting the gas, shooting for the end of the road to try and jump over to the other side. I reached down, wincing as my muscels sifted, pulling at the wound, but I got my fingers on one of the frag mines I had in the side satchel. I pulled it up far enouh and pressed the button before gripping the handle and pulling it free, waiting for the right moment to drop it.

"Hang on boys, we ain't got wings but we're gonna fly," With that the dune buggy leapt into open air, arcing over the gap and landing solidly on the other side, the back tires barely making it, "Yeah, please boss, tell me we can do that again." I heard the soun of one of them chucking thier guts, probably John, "I hate you." I took that moment to let my fingers relax, letting the frag mine go and hit the gas. It hit the ground behind me, bouching serveral times, as if it were chasing me before comin to a rest as I ran out of road. I stood up and pushed my legs out, puling on the handlebars, pushing the back tire down. A moment later I hit pavement, back first, then the front slamming down and makeing my eyes tear as my wound again was jarred. There was a boom behind us and as I skidded to a stop by the buggy it started to rain again, bits of flaming metal, an arm here, and a head landed in John lap, makin him jump so bad he fell out of the buggy. I chuckled then looked to Chelsy, "Maybe tommorrow, we gotta see if we can get the tin cans to the Brotherhood for trade."

The red head grinned at me, "Alright, smooth move there you really like your toys that go boom, don't you..." her face paled as she got a look at my shoulder, "[censored], Travis, take the bike, Cap is hurt.

(Alright, this is my first try at fan fict, and I've known of fallout before 3 came out, but I haven't actually played the titles before 3, let me know if anything doesn't fit, and if anyone would like to see this as an rp, lemme know.)

Hmm... Constructive criticism... Stuff that, someone else can bother to spot out mistakes, I thought it was good, I liked it. :tops: 9.5/10

Thank you, I plan to add more in the future.

Yeah I liked it too. Just watch out for spelling mistakes, as there were a good few of them, like "tis" for "this" and "on" for "own". Just quick little things like that.

And try to make the transition from dialogue to narration a bit more smooth, as I found myself having to re-read some lines to get what was being said.

But that's just all nit-picking. It's a good story. Keep it up.

I winced as again I felt the needle push through my flesh. I closed my eyes and bit down on the leather belt, my eyes tearing up from the pain. We had morphine, but it was a small supply, and I didn't want to use it up for this. The bullet hadn't done anything major, but it hurt like a [censored]. Walsch was stitching me up, the kid may not be so good in a gunfight, but he sure did know how to patch someone out. He tied off the stitches and then went to grab a bandage to slap over it, "Cap, did I do this."

I took my belt out of my mouth and turned to look at the kid, "There was only one point where you actually shot at me, and which way was I facing?"

He looked relieved, "Towards me, and the wound was in your back."

I nodded, "That's right, remember to use your head, that will get you out alive of more situations than you think, there's a time for simply doing the dumb and crazy, but try to think first, you got a head, use it."

He was a smart kid, and a fine doctor, his dad had raised him to be the doctor of their village, but then a group of raiders struck, killing near everyone. We'd found him in an old storm shelter, the raiders still banging on the steel door, trying to get in. We'd blown them away, and ever since then the kid had been with us. That was about a year ago, he was still adjusting, but he was getting there.

He finished putting the bandage on and walked over by John. We were at an old refueling station, one of those ugly things with the red rockets on top. We were locked inside for the night, a perimeter set and rigged. He was on a stool behind the counter, an old map stretched out before him.

"So where's the nearest brotherhood outpost."

He leaned forward and pointed to a couple spots on the map, "There's a few buildings they've occupied, but they won't have much to trade for the tin cans, so the closest is the Maxson bunker, if we follow 17 here till it hits 43 then ventre out toward the canyon we should be there in a day or two's time. "

I nodded, "Yeah, that's the best bet and it'll be good to see Andrea and Glenn again."

Walsch looke up from packing his gear, "Andrea, as in Elder Paladin Andrea Brixley?"

I looked up and nodded, "Yeah, that's her, just do us a favor, don't call her that, she doesn't like it."

Chelsy sat down next to me and used me as something to lean against, making me smile as she answered the kid, "Yeah, we're on a first name basis with her kid, a few years back we tracked down the bastard that poisoned her then help break up those schizo's that called themselves the Circle of Steel, there's a few of them left out there, but they're too damn paranoid of each other to be much of a threat now, and they seemed more focused on robbing folk and trying to take out the Dam to anything against the outpost there, though we gotta watch it, they'll come after us cause we got tech and aren't sporting any brotherhood symbols."

I nodded and tapped the map, "We should swing in here, they'll likely have radios, they can call ahead and warn them we're on the way, alright, time to hit the sack folks, I wanna be up with the sun."

We'd made good progress the since dawn, moving down route 17, or at least the cracked and cratered mess that used to be two hundred years ago. We'd encountered a deathclaw early on, but we sped on past and he wasn't able to keep up. We'd made the outpost by about midday and wrangled the tin cans there into calling ahead to the bunker.

I was sitting in the side seat, still recovering from the bullet wound, travis was on the bike, Walsch in back and Chelsy driving as always. The place was well hidden, it was centered in a series of dunes, only a few buildings above ground with a security fence about the place. When we hit the dunes we all tensed up, and Chelsy took the safer route of driving to the top of each dune, pausing so that we could see around us, looking for anything that was sneaking about. I was thankful when we rolled up to the gate, and two Brotherhood knights stood there each holding a gat at ready.

Now one might get a little nervous when those tin cans turned those lasers him or her, but at the moment I felt like I was in the safest place in the world. We drove up and a third tin can came up leaned against the bars and looked down at me. A moment later his modulated voice came through.

"Good to see you again Deameus, the boys said you had some tech to trade?"

I nodded and turned to Walsch, "Show him."

The kid leaned down and flipped up the blanket covering the armor and weapons, we had two suits of power armor, four laser rifles and a laser pistol with two crates of ammo for them.

The guy took a look at them and nodded, "Two T-54d's, three AER9 Laser rifles, a Wattz 2000, and an AEP7, plus ammo, nice haul," he turned and gave a wave and the gates started to roll open, "Alright, head up to the main entrance to the bunker, Glenn will meet you There.