Prologue: Three Years Later


The year is 2280, three years after the triumph of the Lone Wanderer and the Brotherhood of Steel over the Enclave. Shortly after the final battle at Adams Air Force Base the Lone Wanderer left the Capital Wasteland heading north to track down Dr.Madison Li in the Commonwealth. Several new settlements have cropped up due to efforts of daring entrepreneurial figures. The D.C. ruins are still a hotspot for skirmishes between the vault eighty-seven super mutants and the Brotherhood. Though for the most-part the mutants are concentrated far to the east.

The Talon Company mercenary band has been destroyed by a far more ruthless band of mercs calling themselves the Hands of Glory. The raiders have organized under three banners, The Scarlet Lance which hold the ruins of Old Olney, The King Cobras who operate out of several captured Metro Tunnels, and The Wolf-Pack who have secured Evergreen Mills. The Slavers still under Eulogy Jones have secured Minefield as a secondary base of operations. The Brotherhood Outcasts with dwindling numbers and constant attacks by Wolf-Pack have forced them to request aid from the Brotherhood of Steel. Within the Brotherhood a great debate rises concerning whether they should aid their deserter kin. Elder Lyons has stepped down allowing his daughter Sarah to take charge while he moves to an advisory role.

The settlement of Megaton has expanded due to an influx of wasters and Vault 101 dwellers. Unfortunately with the increase in population came a heavy increase in crime forcing the Sheriff, Lucas Simms to form a police force to combat the problem. Colin Moriarty was murdered in 2278, his saloon was taken over by Gadget, who broadened the operation by adding gambling much to the disdain of the Sheriff. Organized crime has also managed to infiltrate the once quiet town of Megaton with three major competitors for control of the growing Underground. The church of Adam has expanded which now offers free treatment causing quite a bit of hostility from Doc Church.

Canterbury Commons has evolved into a trading center now known as The Core, though with a heavy presence of guards under the leadership of Dominic D'Ellsadro, crime is kept to a minimum.

The settlement of Arefu was destroyed when the highway which the town rested upon gave way late one night killing all the inhabitants. Though a prime target to take over the Pitt has been lost to the Trogs. All attempts to seize control of the area have met with failure and a massive amount of casualties. Big Town has remained stagnant with little change over the last three years. Grayditch has remained abandoned since the fire-ant incident but is host to occasional illegal transactions. With the death of Harold the treeminders left Oasis in search of new life elsewhere. The Temple of the Union remains abandoned ever since Hannibal Hamlin and his followers relocated to the Lincoln Memorial.

The elitist snobs of Tenpenny Tower were captured by a massive band of super mutants who dragged the residents off to be injected with F.E.V. Upon hearing the news Roy Philips' group of ghouls prepared to move in but were met with the resistance of The Hands of Glory who now operate out of the tower. The ghouls heads now hang above the gate as a warning.

Rivet City has abolished the council replacing it with a democratic system where each Wednesday the citizens gather to bring up important issues and vote on any new laws presented. Rivet City is still the most well protected bastion of civilization in The Capital Wasteland, while still boasting the second largest trading center. Thanks to aid from Nadine, Rivet City has established trade with the tribals of Point Lookout. An exchange of medical equipment, aqua pura, and other needed supplies for exclusive trading of the rare punga fruit.

The Republic of Dave has grown into a military superpower. President Dave was able to accomplish this by levying wastelanders into an army, promising those that served four years would be granted citizenship into the Republic. Families of the enlisted were immediately granted citizenship allowing them to move into the Republic. In order to maintain his growing army under General Tom, he had his forces secure The National Guard Depot and Wheaton armory. To pay for his expanding forces Dave hires out part of his army to Rivet City and The Core to protect caravans.

The Capital Wasteland has grown and evolved, but a looming threat on the horizon threatens to leave this part of the Wasteland a desolate ruin and husk of it's former self.

OOC: This first segment is just to give the readers an idea what has changed in the Capital Wasteland. The main protagonist won't be introduced until Chapter 2. This FF will not be updated regularly only when I have the free time and motivation to write a new piece. As for criticism I can take it so I want to know what was good what was bad and where there needs to be improvement.

This is great

Thank you. :vaultboy:

Double Post.

OH [censored]IN YES, ENCLAVE SHOULD RETURN AS A PLAYABLE FACTION

Uh ok. The whole fanfic won't be about them their just the main antagonists.

Like to see how you flesh this out, and whose direction you take.

I'm not really sure actually I've only got the first couple of chapters planned out. After that it's anyone's guess.

VERY intriguing prologue! Look forward to more.

Sounds Awesome Bro. But...How did the Republic of Dave become a military super power?

Thanks for the support. :tops:

PixelIncarnate - in order to build an army President Dave levied wastelanders into an army promising those that served a place in the republic also families of enlisted soldiers were immediately allowed a place.. He armed the army with resources taken from The National Guard Depot, and Wheaton Armory.

Next chapter coming soon...

Chapter 1: A Startling Realization

A lone Vertibird was flying over the expanse of land dubbed The 'Capital Wasteland' in the direction of Adams Air Force Base. Inside sat five enclave soldiers outfitted with Advanced MK II Power Armor, each also had a plasma rifle resting on their laps. The leader of the group could only be discerned by the lieutenant insignia embroidered onto the armor. The leader turned his attention to the pilot, "Hicks, whats our ETA to the base, I'm getting restless being cooped up in here? Isn't that right, boys?" The soldiers echoed in unison,"Yes sir ,Lieutenant Briggs, sir." Hicks sighed, "We're about an hour away from our destination. Lieutenant", he added snidely. The Lieutenant nodded, "Very good I'm ready to stretch my legs."

The hour passed quickly with not another word spoken amongst the group. This silence was broken by Hicks, "What the hell!" Lieutenant Briggs hopped up and made his way to the cockpit to see what the commotion was about. Staring out of the small window he looked down noticing the destroyed structure which was assumed to be the Enclave Mobile Crawler. "Hicks, take us down,now!", Lieutenant Briggs ordered angrily. Hicks realizing the Lieutenants anger decided against making a cynical remark and simply focused on landing the craft. Once the bird was safely on the ground Lieutenant Briggs ordered his squad out to do a sweep of the area.

The once Enclave held airfield was no more as all Vertibirds that had been posted there were either been or stolen. Each hanger stood empty except for various tools lying in disarray on the ground.

*Several Hours of Searching Later*

The Enclave squad had checked all of the structures on the base except for one The Storage Facility on the far end. The squad assembled at the door but before they could breach the door was opened. Weapons were drawn aiming at whatever was going to come out. "Only fire if I give the order men", Lieutenant Briggs hissed. Once the door was fully open the squad immediately recognized what stood in the doorway from the advanced power armor mk II the figure was wearing although it was obviously in poor condition. Two men and a women filed out while Lieutenant Briggs' squad continued to train their weapons on the newcomers.

The tense silence was broken by the woman, "Finally someone comes to see what's happened here, which outpost sent you?" Lieutenant Briggs scoffed, "That's none of your concern you deserter trash. How about you explain what you've been doing these last few years and why you didn't report to another branch ASAP?" The two men becoming fearful answered, "Well..we..uh...had....uh.. no means of..uh communication or transport." The pair then began nodding and grinning at one another. "A lazy excuse you could have walked to another of our outposts", Lieutenant Briggs replied smugly. The woman was becoming quite irritated by the Lieutenants line of questioning. "We don't have to answer any more of your questions, just get us to a Enclave facility and we'll speak to a superior who doesn't have a stick up his ass".

Lieutenant Briggs chuckled at the woman's statement, "Unfortunately for you that won't be happening." "Why the hell not", the woman fumed as she placed her hands on her hips. Lieutenant Briggs took a casual but respective stance placing both his hands behind his back. "I hereby find the three of you to be traitors to the United States government as such you shall receive a turncoats punishment, Execution!" Before anyone could react the Lieutenant drew his sidearm from it's holster opening fire on the woman first. Three plasma bolts struck her power armor the first not piercing the other two however made their way through the poorly maintained armor. The woman fell to her knees a defiant look on her face as Lieutenant Briggs fired a bolt into her head reducing it too a small puddle of goo. The headless body then slumped forward, the two men seeing their comrades fate fell to their knees knowing it was pointless to run. Though it fell on deaf ears the pair begged and whimpered for leniency. Lieutenant Briggs motioned his weapon towards the two men firing two plasma bolts which silenced their pathetic cries for mercy.

Holstering his weapon Lieutenant Briggs ordered his squad to return to the Vertibird as they still had one location to investigate. As they walked one soldier strode over to the Lieutenant, "Was that really the best course of action, sir? I think we should have brought them back to HQ to extract all vital information before executing them for treason." Lieutenant Briggs snarled, "I sincerely hope for your sake that you aren't questioning my judgment Sergeant Major Mustang. Because last time I checked I'm still higher rank than you." "I meant no offense Lieutenant I was just expressing concern nothing more." "Wise decision, Sergeant Major", responded the Lieutenant.

Once the squad had re-boarded the aircraft Hicks began the takeoff sequence. One of the soldiers inquired what their next destination was to be. Before the Lieutenant could respond Hicks said, "Were headed to Raven Rock son, ETA eighteen-hours so get comfortable it's going to be a long ride."

I'm getting exhausted with all my posting, so I'll just say your doing a great job, I like that you write numbers out, and you should probably put quoatation marks around "The Capital Wasteland", right here:

Thank you Yttrium I appreciate you taking time to read my fanfic really I do. I've corrected that error and hope you've enjoyed what I've got so far. There should be an update over the weekend as I'm still planning part of chapter 2.

I have indeed enjoy it, keep it up and I'll be looking forward to chapter two. Hopefully with more in insightful comments then my last weak post, it looks so pitiful.

I usually don't read stories based off of evil characters, I'm more of a paragon myself (still can't bring myself to blow megaton), but this was good. I like the textbook nogooder of the commander, and his evil ways.

I made some incredibly small corrections in red. I rather like this story thus far and I'm really not a big fan of Enclave/BoS fan fictions. Good work man.

Edited to stress that my corrections are extremely nit picky, and to say that I think I like the story primarily because you seem to have set up a sort of alternate outcome for the end of the game. I like that. Hurrah!

I'm a paragon player myself. Also just to let you know the story doesn't revolve around the Enclave their just the main antagonists who have some big plans for The Capital Wasteland.



I don't mind the nitpicking MrSmiley as I believe there is always room for improvement though I'm surprised I missed those errors as I reread the chapter twice before posting it. I'm glad you liked the prologue, the whole premise for me was to make a Fallout 1 & 2 ending slide style to explain what's happened in The Capital Wasteland over the last few years. Also like I said to Ant the Enclave are in the story and they are the antagonists but not the entire focus of the fanfic. Though I have changed how The Enclave operate which shall be revealed in future installments.

So far so good I'm very interested to what happens at raven rock! And I would like to know were these enclave soldiers came from since they've been defeated . . . Twice:P Keep up the great work looking forward for more great reading!

Thank you I'm glad you've enjoyed the story thus far.

OOC: I know some readers will find it cliche' that the protagonist is a vault dweller but there is a reason and when I started planning this fanfic that was my initial concept. Settle in as this is a very long chapter.


Chapter 2: Vault Politics

When the world was consumed by nuclear hellfire on October 23, 2077 the lucky few chosen by Vault-tec were saved from the worlds fate by taking refuge in one of the 122 underground vaults. Those saved by the Vaults were led to believe that they were an integral part of society and were needed to recolonize the United States once a predetermined amount of time had passed on the outside. In reality the Vaults were constructed to allow the government to secretly study preselected segments of the American population to observe how they would react to the stresses of isolation and how successfully they would re-colonize the devastated Earth after the Vault opened. The master mind behind this scheme was the Enclave, a secret shadow organization of federal officials and corporate executives within the federal government that used the Vault-tec company to set up this sinister experiment. The Enclave also had a second agenda which was to carry out immoral and often inhumane experiments on live subjects. The experiments carried out in each Vault varied amongst them. In order to assure things went according to plan each Vault had an Overseer who was a Vault-tec official. The Overseer's acted as a leader to the Vault inhabitants while in secret coordinated the Enclave experiments.

There was however one exception to this which was Vault 114 whose Overseer Keith Brunswick had no intention of following through with the Enclave's experiments. In preparation for the nuclear war Brunswick ordered enough food to supply the vault for 250 years even though the vault was only supposed to stay closed for eighty years. In order to assure his plan wasn't foiled he forged a copy of the supply orders he made using a ranking Vault-tec employee as his scapegoat. While Vault-tec and The Enclave dealt with his patsy Brunswick proceeded to steal a number of water chips to guarantee his Vault would always have water as the chips had a tendency to give out. Finally Brunswick erased all data about Vault 114 from as many terminals as possible while killing as many people as possible who knew the Vault's location.

Kieth Brunswick's plan succeeded as The Enclave didn't realize what he had done until October 22,2077 one day before the bombs fell. Having successfully protected his flock from Armageddon and the twisted Enclave experiment Kieth took on a successor whom he began grooming to take his place when he passed on.

A little over two hundred years later Brunswick's plan is still in motion as each Overseer after him took on a successor to ensure the Vault stay sealed for as long as possible giving the outside world a chance to recover. The current Overseer is Brianna Sullivan who was prepared for the position by her father Alexander Sullivan the former Overseer. Miss Sullivan on the outside appears to be a generally good woman who tries to do the best for the vault dwellers, but appearances can be deceiving as in reality she is a manipulative, controlling, individual who hates those who oppose her way of thinking.

Two years ago a small group of vault dwellers began to protest as they wanted the vault door opened but the Overseer viamately opposed the idea. After months of protest were largely ignored the group then called for the Overseer's position to be replaced by democracy where each vault citizens voice could be heard instead of disregarded. Many vault citizens then began backing the protest group in the hopes that the Overseer's position would be abolished. On September 17,2278 with the backing of sixty-five percent of vault residents the leader of the group Everett Foster asked for the Overseer to relinquish her post. Two days passed without any response from the Overseer on her decision. On the third day the bodies of Everett's top men were found dead in their rooms apparently due to natural causes, even upon autopsy by the medical examiner no evidence could contradict the initial findings. As for Everett Foster he had vanished as if he had never been in the vault. It is widely believed but unproven that the Overseer and vault security were responsible.

That afternoon the Overseer gathered the vault for a mandatory meeting to express her sadness for the tragic disappearance of Everett and the death of his loyal followers. Though she said all the right things her tone held a great deal of malice, as if she was threatening those who opposed her rule as Overseer. Since that day none have acted against the Overseer's wishes fearing that they would end up like Everett Foster.

It is now August 24,2280 almost two years after the Everett Foster incident, on this day the Overseer has summoned Bertram Alden the supply specialist for an important meeting in her office.

August 24,2280 7:45 P.M.

* Vault Level One*

Bertram just coming off the vault elevator walks up a winding hallway to the secretaries desk just outside the Overseer's office. The secretary was busily filing her nails whilst humming to herself which left her completely oblivious to Bertram's presence. Bertram waited for several minutes before losing his patience. In order to get the girls attention Bertram rapped upon the desk. Finally the girl took notice, "How long have you been waiting and why didn't you say something?" Bertram cleared his throat, "I simply waited for you to take notice when you didn't I tapped the desk." The secretary had a blank expression on her face while listening to Bertram's response. "So anyway what are you doing here Mr?" Bertram was quickly losing patience with the obviously incompetent help. "My name is Bertram Alden and I was summoned here for an emergency meeting with the Overseer." In order to prove his point Bertram produced a large manila colored envelope filled with papers which he had tucked under his arm.

The secretary ignored the produced document as she opened a drawer on her desk retrieving a datebook with the Overseer's schedule inside. After thumbing through the pages she shook her head, "Sorry your not in here Mr.Alden if you would like to see the Overseer you'll have to fill out these forms in triplicate." The secretary then opened the bottom left drawer grabbing a large stack of papers which she then placed on her desk for Bertram to sign. Nearly strained to his limits Bertram responded angrily, "Now listen here Missy I just received a note from the Vault Courier to gather certain sensitive data then report here. So if you would kindly call the Overseer through your intercom I'll be on my way." The secretary huffed, "Fine, but if I get in trouble it's on your head buddy." The secretary pressed her intercom, "Madame Overseer I have a Bertram Alden who says he needs to see you."

*Inside Overseer's Office*

The Overseer stood by the porthole-like window staring out when she heard the secretaries message. She stood at the window a moment longer staring at her faces reflection wondering how at the age of forty-four she had so many frown lines etched into her forehead. Remembering the message she walked over to the intercom depressing the speaker button, "Send him in.", were her only words as she sat down awaiting Bertram's arrival.

*Outside Overseer's Office*

The secretary looked dumbstruck upon hearing the Overseer's words. Quickly returning to her ditsy persona she flashed a fake smile towards Bertram, "The Overseer will see you now, Mr.Alden." Returning the smile Bertram walked past the secretaries desk over to the Overseer's door where two stone faced guards stood at attention. One of them pressed the door-switch then motioned for Bertram to enter. Nodding Bertram made his way inside, the door shutting behind him. The secretary then returned to filing her nails humming a tune.

*Inside Overseer's Office*

Bertram still upset from his dialogue with the secretary hastily got his temper in check obviously not wanting to upset the Overseer. With her hands resting atop the bright brown oval shaped desk she spoke, "Mr.Alden please have a seat we have much to discuss." Walking briskly over to the chair Bertram slowly sat down he then proceeded to place the envelope onto her desk. "Are these the documents I asked for?" "Yes, madam Overseer", Bertram replied. "Good will you please give me a status report on vault rations", she asked. "But ma'am all that is included in the report I brought." "I'm sure it is Bertram but I asked you to give me a status report, unless you have a problem doing that?", she asked while folding her arms and furrowing her brow. Sensing trouble he responded swiftly, "No ma'am I was merely stating the information was at your disposal should you wish to look at it. Clearing his throat, "Well madam Overseer after inspecting all available rations the vault only has twenty years of food in reserve. If we include the hydroponics system there is enough for twenty two."

This news caused the many frown lines on her face to emerge, she then began to rub her forehead pondering a course of action. Why are our food supplies so low there should be enough food to last another twenty-fiver years at least." Bertram leaned back in his seat, "The answer to that ma'am is quite simple population growth, I've checked with the vault record keeper, at capacity the vault is only supposed to hold 450 occupants we have almost 800." Overseer Brianna sighs upon hearing Bertram's report. "What more can I do Bertram, I've ordered that only married couples may apply for intercourse through our family counselor, troublemakers and those that try to have unauthorized intercourse are forcibly sterilized. I've even gone so far as to issue water and ration tickets to limit the amount of food consumed. I don't no what else can be done apart from banning intercourse completely and killing off a percentage of vault inhabitants."

Bertram contemplated the Overseer's query for quite some time but alas could think of a single idea one which he was certain she would never agree to. "Madam Overseer, can we not just throw out half the population." Overseer Brianna seemed to consider the idea as she spent quite sometime thinking about it. Several minutes later a grin spread across the Overseer's face indicating she had thought of something. "Bertram you've given me an idea but before I inform you of my intent the presence of Security Chief Richard Caine will be needed. Overseer Brianna activated her intercom, "Rose, I need you to page Security Chief Caine that he is to report to my office immediately", she then released the button without waiting for a response.

Not even a minute had passed when Chief Caine rushed into the office. He immediately saluted then made his way over to a vacant chair which he promptly sat in. "Ma'am you called?", asked Chief Caine. The Overseer's callous grin remained on her face as she answered. "Yes, I did Chief Caine, from your computer files how far back does our list of criminal records go?" The Chief thought about the question for a minute while rubbing his chin. "Now I'm not 100% sure but I believe our terminal records go back ten years after that all information is transferred to the Records Department on level five." The Overseer nodded attentively as Chief Caine spoke while Bertram on the other hand was having great difficulty staying awake. "Chief Caine I will need you to gather the last twenty years of documented criminal records and have them brought to my office at once."I'll have my second in command have those documents to you without delay." Chief Caine pulled a radio from a pouch on his belt which he brought up to his mouth. "Leon...Leon.....Leon get your sorry ass up!"

*Vault Level Two*

Leon slept peacefully outside his post which was the vault's armory. When all of a sudden he was jolted awake by screaming echoing through his radio. Stifling a yawn Leon grabbed his radio from his belt bringing it up to his mouth. "Yeah...yes Chief Caine...something you need, sir." "For your sake Leon I sincerely hope you weren't sleeping on the job." "No, Chief Caine it just took me a minute to get my radio out, sir."Uh-huh likely story! We'll discuss that later I need you to head down to level five and bring up the last decade of archived criminal records up. "Yes, sir, I'll get right on it", Leon replied before placing the radio back onto his belt. With the Chief finally out of earshot Leon let out a yawn he had been holding in since he woke up. He then ran his fingers through his short messy dark brown hair. Finally he took a minute to stretch out his stiff limbs before heading towards the elevator. Still slightly drowsy Leon stumbled over to the elevator pressing the call button. About twenty seconds later Leon could hear the rumbling of the elevator coming to a stop. The large heavy gray doors opened with a outpouring of vault dwellers rushing out. Leon stepped onto the elevator pressing the button for level five. Leon stood towards the left corner waiting for the elevator to head back down as it's present course was heading to level one. Nearly eight minutes later the elevator ground to a halt at the lowest level.

*Vault Level Five*

Leon walked out then proceeded down the hall to a intersection where he took a left. Walking past several doors he stopped at the last door at the end of the hallway. To the left of the door was a gold embroidered nameplate reading "Records Department", pressing the door switch, Leon stepped inside. Before he crossed the threshold he could already make out the gravelly voice of Paul the Record Keeper. "What brings one of vault securities finest down to see ol' Paul?" Leon stepping into the dimly lit room immediately noticed the room was nearly full of boxes holding the vault's history. "Paul I'm here on behalf of the Chief, he's requesting the last decade of archived criminal records." The diminutive man climbed down the ladder he had been standing on , once his feet reached the ground he adjusted his eyeglasses then began mumbling to himself. Waving to Leon, "Follow me I'm pretty sure they should be on the back corner shelf." Leon followed the stout man as he weaved through the many boxes strewn about the records room. When Leon finally reached the back Paul was already looking over the boxes. "You said the last decade, right?" "Yes, Paul", Leon replied. Paul nodded then pulled out three large brown boxes stacking one on atop of another. With a heavy sigh Paul exclaimed, "Phew! That should be all of them."

Leon groaned as he lifted the stack of boxes up as he then began a careful trek through the maze of containers towards the exit. After some careful navigation Leon stepped out of the dimly lit Records Room and back into the brightly illuminated vault corridor. Leon made his way back to the elevator as fast as he could but as he rounded the corner he saw the elevator doors closing. Hollering out for someone to hold the doors Leon bounded toward the elevator. Luckily the doors reopened as a helpful vault dweller pressed the hold button allowing Leon to rush inside. "Thanks" he called breathlessly as the doors closed once more. The ride to level one was much shorter only taking about three minutes.

*Vault Level One*

Leon got off on then began making his way to the Overseer's office. Leon stopped outside the Overseer's office to converse with the secretary, who was one of Gale's close friends. "Rose, I've got some important documents for the Overseer may I head in." Looking up from the ancient magazine she was reading, "Sure head on in Leon, Overseer Brianna is expecting you", she said before returning to her magazine article. Walking over to the door both guards saluted then the one standing on the right-hand side activated the door switch permitting Leon's entry.

*Inside Overseer's Office*

Entering the room he could see it was quite crowded with the presence of Supply Specialist Alden, Security Chief Caine, Vault Physician Doctor Prescott, Chief Engineer Falco, Head Mechanic Bergowitz, and another security officer Leon was friends with named Wedge. Security Chief Caine looked over noticing Leon's arrival. "What took you so long? The Overseer was growing imp--" "That's enough Chief Caine we have more important matters to discuss. Like why I summoned you all here and why I asked for these documents?" "Beg pardon ma'am", the Chief interrupted. "Leon, Wedge get out of here you've done your part so return to your duties, oh and this time Leon try not to fall asleep." Wedge shrugged his shoulders as he exited the office returning to his assigned post. Leon walked over to the Overseer's desk gingerly placing the boxes down then turned to leave. "Stay where you are Leon", the Overseer instructed. Overseer Brianna then turned to Chief Caine. "Leon is second-in-command of vault security which means he is privy to what I'm about to say." Leon was glad he got to stay as he was quite interested in the Overseer's announcement. Since there were no available seats left Leon was forced to lean against a nearby wall.

"Now I've gathered you all here to discuss a serious problem within Vault 114 but what I'm about to tell you doesn't leave this room. Is that clear, gentlemen?" Each man in the room quickly agreed to the terms wondering just what exactly was going on. The Overseer nodded then began to speak.

"Our food supply is rapidly running out due to overpopulation as vault Supply Specialist Alden has informed me. Due to this problem our food supplies will run out as early as 2300 or as late as 2302 when we should have enough to last until 2327. I've already taken as many preventive steps as possible but as the old saying goes you can't close the barn after the horse has gotten out. Previous Overseer's let population growth get out of hand so now we must nip this crisis in the bud. Now what I'm about to propose is very unorthodox but it seems like our only recourse to survive the coming storm." Overseer Brianna took a brief pause to let her words sink in before continuing.

"I am ordering the vault door opened and all inhabitants over eighteen years of age with a criminal record will be exiled into the Wasteland. That is why I had the last twenty years of criminal records brought so a list can be compiled. I will also be authorizing those who wish to leave the vault that option as well. Of course there will be some exceptions, for those with integral positions in the vault and those that have proven their loyalty will not be exiled nor allowed to leave. Now it will take about two weeks to go through all the files that's when I'll make my announcement. That is also when I'll begin accepting forms for those who wish to leave of their own accord. Are their any questions?"

Doctor Prescott rose from his seat. "Yes, madam Overseer I have several questions I would like answered. How many vault dweller's do you plan on exiling? Will they receive any supplies? Why not simply open the vault and utilize the G.E.C.K.?

"Well Doctor Prescott if possible I will try to cut the vault population in half. As to your second question, yes, those that are exiled will receive three days worth of food and water. Those that leave willingly will receive five days worth of food and water. The vault can't, and won't offer more than that. Of course personal belongings will be allowed to be taken. To your third question while I would like to use the G.E.C.K. now, I rather we wait until more time passes and their aren't any alternatives."

The grey haired Doctor Prescott was obviously unimpressed by the Overseer's response but returned to his seat. Once more Overseer Brianna asked if their were more questions but this time the room remained silent. "Alright then you are all dismissed except for you Chief Caine there are some matters we must discuss. As to everyone else remember not to tell anyone what is going to transpire I'd prefer it if we didn't have any unfortunate incidents. Like riots."

As Leon made his way out a single thought ran through his mind. "Life in the vault is about to change."

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OOC2: I hope you enjoyed this chapter as almost four whole days went into writing it. There was no action but quite a bit went to the plot of the coming chapters. As always all criticism and corrections are welcomed. Wouldn't mind a bit of praise either .

Hated it! I mean come on... you could do better...... :cryvaultboy: JK!!!! :celebration: Good job keep up the good work.

Come on people can I get a little more feedback. Please!

Very well written, although at some points I had to reread some bits to make them clear to me. It could also be the lack of sleep that stops me from reading it right the first time.

Furthermore, excellent spacing. Interpunction is great, although there are parts in wich a comma or period is missing, the atmosphere is great and sets the mood quite well.

Second, Is the vault 114 or 110. In the prologue of the chapter you mention Vault 114, however, when the Overseer starts explaining her plan she is talking about Vault 110.
It's a little confusing.

Third, Please update soon

I know how it feels to put your best into something and not get simple feedback so I feel more than obligated to help you. This was freaking amazing besides a few lapses.

"You jerk! You promised you'd have dinner with me forty-five minutes ago. Where were you?", the girl asked accusingly. Leon recognized the voice the minute he heard it as his longtime girlfriend Gale Scott. Leon gently placed the boxes on the ground then looked over to Gale trying to figure a way to get out of trouble. "Well you see...I got an urgent call from the Chief to bring some documents up to the Overseer. When I'm done I promise I'll make it up to you." "Fine but you better keep your word this time, as soon as your finished." Leon nodded his head which seemed to satisfy Gale as she walked off down the hall.

This being a Fallout story, it feels like a drama right now, and also the lack of real action can be a bore to people. I read the whole thing and see this as a weak link. This doesn't seem very Fallout-ey. And speaking of uber, she's like uber hot. I mean there needs to be like a back story or some really great chemistry to explain how that relationship is existent. If you drew the people, then kudos.

*Vault Level One*

This type of stuff should be color-coded to help the reader differentiate it from the text, and it's eye candy, like I'm doing. Also, you might think about line breaking when there's dialgue. Thats what I do to help the reader that much more.

"Beg pardon ma'am", the Chief interrupted. "Leon, Wedge get out of here you've done your part so return to your duties, oh and this time Leon try not to fall asleep." Wedge shrugged his shoulders as he exited the office returning to his assigned post. Leon walked over to the Overseer's desk gingerly placing the boxes down then turned to leave. "Stay where you are Leon",

This was ridiculously chiche, but you did it fairly well. The three or so paragraph setup was awesome as well.

"Is that clear, gentlemen?"

Question mark got away from you there.

But great job, the effort really shows.