(( this is my first time, be gentle ))

The young Deathclaw scampered around the cavern, born prematurely it was a slightly deformed little thing, its tail looked like it was cut in half, its claw were short, but still sharp and powerful, and its snout was slightly shorter than most, but this didn’t matter to him as he scampered around the dark cave, wishing it could go down the silver hallway and see the rest of the facility, it repeated the most recent word it had learned over and over “potater, potater, potater” he bleated

His Mother looked at him in amusemant, her eyes holding deep twinkles of compassion and care, she waved him over and he obediently trotted over to his mother “my son, I have surveyed your quiet little scampering and overseen your learning, I have a strong feeling that you will someday hold this clans hope on your shoulders, do you understand little one?” the mother said in her deep voice, the little Deathclaw studied his mother, contemplated her words and finally shook his head, indicating “no” and tossing in a perfunctory “patater” for good measure

The mother laughed, she waved a hand over the eggs surrounding her “soon you will little one, it is important for you to learn, to grow strong, look, these are your brother’s and sister’s they to ho-“ the sudden sound of gunfire was heard, an explosion sent a small vibration up through the levels...

The mother scooped her son up with a flick of her massive wrist and bolted the side of the cavern, with a few swipes of her massive claws she made a hole large enough to fit the little Deathclaw in

She stared at what would probably be the last of the clan "hide here, do not make a noise, do not come out until you hear the sound of battle cease, once it is over, flee, flee from this place, run as fast and as far as your legs will carry you and don't stop until you find a safe place" she commanded breathlessly, with a few more swipes she covered the little Deathclaw and turned toward the mouth of the cavern, letting loose a massive roar that shook the Vault to its very foundations, she rushed out to meet her death

The tiny Deathclaw shivered against the cold earth and his own confusion, he bleated only once in fear and listened to the sounds of battle for hours, he finally succumbed to his fatigue his own fear had brought on and fell asleep to the sounds of bloodshed...

The young Deathclaw awoke with a start, he listened, the sounds of battle had ceased, nothing could be heard, he slowly scrabbled his way out of his hiding place and shook the excess dirt off of himself, he slowly surveyed the room, the sight shocked and horrified him, everywhere he looked around the cavern he saw eggs smashed to pieces, some of his siblings corpses lay mangled and broken, covered in dirt, yolk, and their own blood, the small Deathclaw staggered out of the room, nausea slowly crept into his stomach as he made his way to the elevator, countless corpses littered the hallways, his family and enemy soldiers alike, the scent of charred flesh and blood caused his stomach to churn, he entered the elevator and tapped the button to the ground floor, the sudden disorientation of the elevator caused him to vomit allover the panel and floor

The elevator doors opened with a hiss, the little one clambered out, still a little disoriented by his nausea, he recognized his mother, he crawled over to her and laid a hand oacross her charred hide, it seemed as if she succumbed to her death after hundreds of searing bolts of plasma, the Deathclaw child wept, tears rolled down its scaly cheeks and a dry bleating sound escaped from his throat, he laid there until his tears ran dry and he could cry no more, he picked himself up and uttered a last, silent goodbye and ran from the Vault

The tiny Deathclaw, who now referred to himself by the only word he knew "Tater" ran fast and far, he snuck past larger enemies, hiding and sneaking where he needed, and subsisted on rats and pools of water where he could, he traveled for what seemed like ages, his mother's final words spurring him on, he finally came to a large abandoned library, it seemed like a safe place ad it allowed him to learn, he found a spot beneath some collapsed bookcases and collapsed into a deep slumber

Tater awoke refreshed, he set veraciously upon learning, he went through the entire library, book by book, some he didn't comprehend, but he learned enough, especially about repairing broken things, which he was quite interested in, some time later he stumbled across a small workshop in the basemant, it contained tons of junk which he ingeniously used to booby-trap the entire library, for a number of years he defended this place with great success

Whoa, huh, slow down...

This is good, I like it. I just hope enough people have played Fallout (2?) enough to understand why they talk!

(( haha, thanks, and yeah, that might cause a little confusion, for those of you who don't know in Fallout 2 the Enclave experimented extensively on the Deathclaws, they wanted to use them as soldiers, but because the Deathclaws were so hostile they needed to make them intelligent enough to understand and obey commands but not so much that they would be able to learn and be capable of abstract thought on their own, their experiments however, did exactly what they didn't want, though the Deathclaws pretended not to be as intelligent as they were, they were now capable of speech and learning, they finally staged an attack on the base that was keeping them captive and escaped to Vault 13, these Deathclaws were bound by a sort of code though and refused to attack and kill humans or any other creature unless they had to, they were quite peaceful and in Fallout 2 the Chosen One undertakes a quest to repair a computer for these Deathclaws in return for a GECK, but sadly, at the end of Fallout 2 the Enclave discover that the Deathclaws are hiding in Vault 13 and they kill them all, which explains why there haven't been intelligent Deathclaws since, but this story is about the last surviving Deathclaw, perceptive people will realize by this Deathclaws name that he is actually in Fallout 2 and can be seen as the baby Deathclaw that hangs around the Mother Deathclaw in the Hatchery ))

When the Tater was in his teenage years, still not a full grown advlt yet, Raiders attacked his library, they were repelled initially, but they were persistent and wanted at whatever salvage could be found inside, they set up a camp and recruited any extra Raiders they could find, even banding together with another Raider group to further bolster their numbers, on a dark and cold night, they staged their attack

Tater awoke to the sound of his many traps going off, this wasn't new to him and he contemplated going back to sleep, but the sounds were getting closer, he jumped up with a start and clambered up into the rafters

The Raiders broke past the defenses, several had gotten through, about 15 or 16, they stayed in a tightly knit group and Tater was afraid to pounce on them, for he remembered his clans massacre all to well, he stayed up in the rafters, surveying them, waiting for his moment to strike...

The Raiders turned the library upside down but found nothing but junk, but where was the local who had set up all the kooky traps? They searched the place back and forth, one sharp eyed Raider finally spotted something out of the corner of his eye and blasted at the ceiling, Tater dropped down to the floor with a thud, narrowly avoiding the ballistics, the Raiders stared in paralyzed awe, a Deathclaw, powerful and menacing stood before them, glaring and growling

Tater roared his outrage and leaped at the closest Raider, he swiped his claw across his throat, crumpling him into a bloody, gurgling heap, he had time to pounce on another before the team open fired, he sliced the second mans chest open and with another flick of his wrist hacked his hand off, this was when the pain of a bullet blossomed in his thigh, he threw the flailing and screaming body into their midst and scrambled behind a bookshelf

The Raiders cursed and fired on the ramshackle barricade of wood, bits of it splintered off and flew in every direction, but Tater only listened and waited, the Raiders slowly edged up to the bookcase, unloading all they had to keep their worst nightmare pinned down, they were just about to jump behind the case when it suddenly toppled over on top of them, half the team was pinned beneath the giant structure, the Deathclaw jumped atop it, crushing a few and damaging the others beneath it in the process and leaped at the team still standing, he raked the leading man to shreds and turned to the second, who had time to unleash a burst from his assault rifle into Taters chest, Tater wailed in pain and anger and with a mighty swing smashed his fist into the Raiders exposed head, which cracked and caved in at the blow, Tater rounded on another Raider only to be met with the head of a massive sledgehammer bearing down on him, it smashed into his shoulder, sending him to the ground the Deathclaw roared, startling the attacking Raider and giving him enough time to grab the scum by the leg and slam him into the ground, another Raider picked up the sledgehammer and slammed it into Tater's back, knocking the Deathclaw completely to the floor, Tater piped up at this point "please, wait, no kill, please" he wheezed, but the Raider wasn't taking any chances, he smashed the sledgehammer into the side of Tater's face, knocking Tater out cold

The Raider raised the sledgehammer in a deathblow but a commanding voice resounded "stop " it was the Raider leader, he had freed himself of the crashed bookcase and limped over to the scene, the biggest piece of [censored] in the group, but a smart, and powerful one "we wasted good men, ammo, and supplies breakin' into this [censored]in' [censored]hole and we aint got nothin' to show for it, this thing can talk, I say we use it, train the [censored]in' thing, and if that don't work we sell it, [censored], we need somethin' off this venture and a talkin' Deathclaw no matter how ornery it is will fetch a good price, sedate the sunnava [censored], tie him up and lets get the [censored] outta here" he popped a cigarette in his mouth and walked away, leaving the dirty work to his boys

like this may have to load up FO2 now

I like this it is sweet cause this Deathclaw is in my rp lol

(( lol, thanks guys ))

Tater awoke with a wince, his head felt like it was split open and that rattling sound didn't do anything for the pain, he roared his defiance and the sound of something rushing away from him was obvious, he opened his eyes, he was in a cage with thick steel bars, he was sitting beside a large camp, roughshod tents were pulled up against the chilly night along with a blazing campfire, a few Raider's were standing guard and Tater deduced that the man sprawled on the ground, paralyzed in fear was whomever had been rattling his cage, he glared at the man, and growled lowly, the man bolted up and ran off to one of the biggest tents yelling "Boss! Boss! Its awake!"

A short time later the "boss" came out, he was a tall, dark skinned man, dressed in what appeared to be a very crude attempt at powered armor, it was some leather outfit and over it was fitted steel plates with rotating hinges to allow mobility at the joints, on his back was a briefcase sized generator that was apparently the source of the suits "power" it was encased in steel plates to afford protection, strapped to the arms, shoulders, and legs were what was supposed to be "Deathclaw skulls" but as Tater could tell, being around Deathclaws so long, they were actually Brahmin skulls who've had their teeth replaced with dog's

The man still commanded an air of authority, he was powerful, no doubt, he approached the cage nonchalantly and leaned down next to the bars "so what in the hell are you? Some kinda mutant Deathclaw or somethin'?" he questioned rudely, Tater rammed his claws through the cage bars but couldn't reach the man "no, me born early, make me different" he hissed "ah, that'd explain it" the man chuckled, Tater interjected "skull on armor fake, belong to Brahmin moo, not Deathclaw" the man wasn't fazed at all "well we stick the Deathclaw heads on poles so I usually fake these 'uns" he patted the skull on his thigh, Tater hissed, the man continued "hey hey hey, none o' that now, behave ya damn self" Tater hissed once more "why? You just kill me or sell, [censored] you" the Deathclaw snapped, the man then quickly waved his hand in the air "nah nah nah, how 'bout this one here? Were Raiders, we loot, pillage, steal for survival, we kill to get what we want, you join us, you survive, you roll with a gang, a gang that can offer protection and supplies that [censored] library ain't gonna do ya, how 'bout it?" the man offered

Will you introduce the only other two remaining talking deathclaws. Xarn and Goris

(( i might, still dont know if i am though ))

Tater thought about this prospect for awhile, he thought about his family, his clan, they weren't willing to do what they must to survive, they weren't willing to kill or steal to meet their ends, and they were massacred, they died because they refused to do what was needed, Tater realized this with a spit of anger, he looked up into the eyes of the Raider "I join you" he said

The Boss looked at the Deathclaw, he then chuckled and lifted the latch off the cage, the men became almost hysterical, some yelled at their boss, shouting several expletives and curses, some ran to get their guns and gear, more even froze in fear and a small minority soiled themselves, Tater pushed open the cage door and stepped out, he breathed in a deep breath of fresh air and surveyed the camp in a glance, the he turned to the boss "so whata we call you?" the old Raider asked, "Tater" the Deathclaw replied, the Raider snorted back a laugh "nice name, im Ridley" he held out his hand to shake and the Deathclaw took it

Tater was up late at night putting on the finishing touches on his armor when Joel rushed in his tent "yo lizard ass! We got rival Raiders! Get your [censored] and lets go!" Tater grabbed his armor and strapped it on, turning the knob and smiling as the armor encased him, it was a ramshackle collection of cloth, leather, and metal plates, he ran behind Joel his claws gleaming in the moonlit night, the rival Raiders were coming down from the nearby hills, they wanted the superior supplies that they had, having a Deathclaw knocking over caravans with them for the past few years had helped the Wolfpack, Tater's Raider group, get the best of the best equipment, they were the most feared throughout this stretch of wasteland, and at this point they sometimes toppled caravans without taking a thing, just to show they haven't lost their touch, but these Raiders were pretty well equipped and a bit larger in number, and they wanted the title of "most feared" in this area, it was to bad they haven't been around long enough to hear about "The Mirror of Death" or simply "The Mirror" for those who had seen Tater and lived to tell the tale have noted how humanoid he looks and some have began spreading the myth that the Wolfpack has control over some sort of mystical "doppelganger" that is some horrible nightmare that vaguely takes on the features of its next target, these rival Raiders merely heard a rumor of a powerful Raider group and decided to topple them, shots rang out in the cold night air, Joel ducked for cover behind s large rock outcropping, across from them beneath another outcropping sat Ridley and three other members of the Wolfpack, Ridley shouted over "Joel, what the [censored] took you so damn long gettin' Tate!?" Joel replied "sorry" Tater chuckled, Ridley spoke once more "ok, Tate, they got us pinned down for right now, were gonna hafta get us a [censored] openin' for we can get in there and muck 'em up, catch" he tossed Tater an old battered Hunting rifle, Tater immediately popped up above the rocks and took a quick glance of the ridge the enemy stood upon "five on left, two with s-m-g three with 'sault rifle, six on right, two with s-m-g, two with 'sault rifle, one with sniper, one with fire maker" Tater called to the group, Ridley whooped "yeehaw, this almost seems to easy!" they all popped up, taking stock and fired simultaneously, two of Ridleys Raiders missed, but the rest of them hit targets and three of the assault rifle carriers went down in a heap, on the second time up they all hit targets, all of the SMG wielders went down, as well as the sniper and another one of the assault rifles, they didn;t stand a chance, they rushed the ridge then, taking out the two with hunting rifles and nearing the edge, Tater suddenly stopped in his tracks "WAIT!" he shouted, they all stopped, except for Ridley, filled with battle lust he took a few more steps in a run toward the edge of the ridge, the man with the flamethrower popped up and expelled a plume of flame right into Ridley's face, Ridley fell to the ground, writhing in pain, Tater roared and charged, the flamethrower decided his best bet would be to rush the Deathclaw, he shot a jet of flame, which Tater merely ran straight through and grabbed the weapon and wrenched it free from the man's grip, he then raked his claws across the mans throat, watching with sick satisfaction as he crumpled to the floor, the rest of the Wolfpack stormed the ridge, but Tater went to his old mentor, his skin was badly burnt and charred, he tried to move only once and when he'd noticed that his charred skin was literally melting decided it would be best to stay still, Tater shed a tear, and at this Ridley spoke "what you cryin' for ya big sissy? I aint dead, just waitin' for my breath to catch is all" Tater and the old Raider laughed lightly "look here Tater, you done me good, [censored], I done made friends with a talkin' Deathclaw, they gone be speakin' my name for years to come aheheh" he coughed, spitting up blood "look Tater, this is all yours now" Tater silenced the man quickly "no no, you ok, you ok, no say that, I no want, you ok" he said with a quick, rambling nervousness "god damnit Tater" the grizzled old Raider spat "don't, you know well as I that I aint gettin' back up with a breath in my lungs so listen, this is yours, im givin' you the proof" he slowly reached into his pocket and winced, stopping immediately "boy, help me, in my pouch there's a small chipped gem, s'posed ta be green, get it for me" Tater did as he was asked "look" Ridley said "when the Elders ask you for proof of leadership, you show them that there gem and they'll know" Tater gasped slightly "no no no" he fumbled with a thigh pouch "damnit boy, stims ain't gonna help me [censored]" Ridley said angrily "I've lived my days, this wasteland takes us all at some point, when I saws you down there at that old library I knew you was somethin' special, knew you was built fer' great things, get this place back on its feet than go, leave, make somethin' of your damn self, run from this place" he gave Tater a slight smile, all he could manage, before it slowly disappeared as the last grip of life let go of him, Tater growled in anger in sadness, and with a bitter sting he realized the similarity between the Raiders words and his mother's

Death Harvest, Death of Law....
Who is going to make "Death...Death?"
I'm kidding, the story is good so far.

Spread it out into paragraphs, reading a text of wall is not easy or appealing.

sorry, used to a different style, blech, i know this looks sloppy lol, i have a habit now of overusing commas and forgetting periods outright, thanks, ill get to it

Hmmmm....

Death Claw approval.

If you would like to see the epic saga of goris...wellllllll....
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Very good Inferno! Your an excellent writer, keep it up!!!