Howdy Pardners,

I have a couple of stories I want to share, If you want to write to the thread your more than welcome to. Bust right in and tell your story.

I'm not to concerned about lore or cannon but would like to stick with the Fall Out theme.

Other than that there are no wrong answers.

The first one here I wrote over a couple of posts, the thread died and everybody left just as I was getting fired up and I kind of hijacked it.

I didn't even know I was writing Fan-Fic yet when I wrote this.

I hope that you enjoy;

WASTELAND OMELETS

Dr, Mikasa Bones M.D.

Part 1

When I finally got out of bed Veronica was already up and having her regular breakfast of Fancy Lad Snack Cakes and Pork and Beans. What a diet, it’s a good thing that I always take point.

Something was different this morning and it made me feel uneasy. She wasn’t her usual bubbly self. " I have questions I wanted to ask you. " I haven’t even poured my morning coffee yet .

She wanted to know about my exploits at the Madre. I give her a full account ,sound effects included. I admitted to giving Elijah no quarter. We discuss the matter in great detail. I tell her about Christine which I suspect was her old flame from her days with the Brotherhood. She just kind of shrugs it off but it’s obvious to me that it really upsets her, when you have traveled with someone so long .

It’s another beautiful day in the Mojave as we arrive in Sloan.. What can you say about Sloan ? The plan was to head north up the long 15 and check out where that radio signal is coming from. After my experience at the Madre I loath radios now and the sight of one makes me cringe. This Tina character is a real crack up and I have to meet her despite their warnings to the Dumb Dumbs. I hope she gives autographs! Besides the prospecting could potentially be pretty good.

This always seems to happen every time I travel. Why does everyone always need help . I mean really ? How did you make it so far along and not be able to handle something so simple as a Deathclaw infestation. DeathClaws are awful creatures and in the past I ‘ve avoided them at all costs.

They can turn you inside out with one blow. My advanced medical skills, high quality body armor and high powered weaponry is irrelevant when encountered. I must be out of mind because I decide to help despite all of this. Beside I’m feeling pretty spry for an older guy and I’d like to see if I can hold my salt. So off I go with a sulking Veronica in tow. She hasn’t said a word all day.

Wasteland Omelets

Dr. Mikasa Bones M.D.

Part II

We sneak up to the entrance of the quarry and I spot two of them shuffling back & forth. It would appear that the beasts are conversing . Are they using hand signals ? No time for scientific observations now. It’s time to pop the clutch. ‘’ADIOS AMIGO. ’‘ One blast from my trusty Holorifle and the beast turns to a pile of smoldering hot ash. The smell is terrible. "Uh Oh, Trouble." His buddy rushes me and the creature is square in my sights. "Gadzooks!" Why is Vern right in my line of fire? AGAIN ?! What is this crazy chick doing? Veronica lets loose with Pushy with a reckless abandon. I don’t even bother to aim, I might as well have my eyes closed. Blinding bright white holo sparks, EVERYWHERE ! , "Boo Ra" a quivering pile of flesh and guck. That was to scary, we lucked out this time By Menon .

I reprimand Veronica for her reckless behavior. My harsh words sting . She doesn’t like be scolded like a child. I got to get this point across to her ,SOMEDAY. It’s true I can really be a Brahma Butt sometimes, but none the less I feel responsible for her welfare. She can be a real bucket head all she want’s to do is run around and punch everything. She stomps of like a child with her survival rifle to hold the high ground for me as my last defense against the overly aggressive snarling monsters in the quarry that wish to eat me.

Shhhh, Don’t make a sound. My old PaPop, rest his soul, always told me "Never Let a DeathClaw see you first." That was his way of saying would you please shut it. But for real, if you can help it try and stay down wind and stay quite. " They have acute senses and I would almost swear that they can read your thoughts . They possess amazing perception, no wonder they’re at the top of the food chain round here. Shhhh. Don’t even breath. My footsteps are well placed and make no sound despite all of the loose gravel. A dog yelps , I hear the distinct fire of automatic small arms somewhere far off. I reflect on lessons learned lumbering about Zion in the company of Follows Chalk and Walking Cloud. Follows was so annoyed with me and the way I was always tripping over my own feet. He taught me much, I think he was afraid that I was going to get him killed by the Yao Gao. I am affectionately known as Jingles with Caps those parts now. Shhhh , I sneak. Blending into shadow aided by my Assassins Armor, I apply my trade.

There’s one ! "OH MY HECK !!", there are many and there is no hiding now. I fight for life and limb. I’m gonna die.

Dr. Mikasa Bones M.D.

Level 22 Profiteer

Wasteland Omelets

Part III

"SHAISA, OH NEIN !" The monster knocked me on my keister. That’s going to leave a contusion, a really big contusion. Horror washes over me as the blood ebbs from my body. Time slows and my life flashes before my eyes, not to over use a cliche. There are no coherent thoughts now, just a random conscientious, like data or code. Instinct, YES instinct. The primal instinct to survive, to LIVE.

PoP PoP PoP in perfect cadence, Vernoica is just blastin away. I feel the concussion of the frag mines as they burst all around me. My face is flush from the heat . A rush of adrenaline surges through me and sets my nervous system on fire as my auto stimpack deploys. I hastily jack another stimpack in my thigh and pop some buffout for good measure.. What a fragging rush! I’M NOT GONNA DIE !, I feel fragging GREAT!

Veronica tags that svcker right between it’s eyes and it’s head explodes before it can make another swipe. Good girl, she’s always got my six. I look up and she just smiles. The buff has got me now. I go PRIMAL! Gotta kill `em all !

"svck ON THIS !!" I yell as I toss a couple of plasma grenades off the conveyer belt. The babies fly up in the air like popped maize. " MAMA, YOU CAN svck ONE TOO ! " as I throw even more plasma grenades the matriarchs way. Vern finishes her off with some well aimed lead. That 12.7 armor piercing is the bees knees in capable hands. I’m feeling quite euphoric now and I just start laughing. Veronica is in on the joke, she just keeps smiling at me.

We lop of a couple of deathclaw hands with a bone saw and grab a couple of deathclaw eggs. There still warm. Maybe I should try to hatch one? For research and keep it as a pet in the name of science. . A ten foot tall puppy dog with twelve inch claws.

" Veronica , Can you carry these ?"

" Ah, you always make me carry the heavy stuff?"

Dr. Mikasa Bones M.D.

Level 22 Profiteer

Wasteland Omelets

Part VI

There was quit the calamity this morning . I was awoken from a deep slumber to the gurgling and popping of static coming from the old CB radio on the desk in the corner. What a commotion ! All that were at rest in the miners bunkhouse practically jumped out of their bunks simultaneously ." What in tarnation is all that racket!?" exclaimed the fat one as he pulled up his britches in a huff. We huddled around the radio expectantly like children waiting for Papa Noel on Weinachten as the sun filtered through the rusty corrugated steel roof of the shack. The old one fumbled with the controls as he muttered, "Aint nabody ever use the rad’ea nu mur." I agree with his observation, I’ve examined several CB radio and no one is ever on the other side to receive my transmissions.

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An electronic poem , a faint signal, we all heard it.

beep beepa beep beep bep beepa beep beep beeps beep

"IS THAT FRAGGING MORSE CODE !!?" the fat one blurted out. "SHUT UP!!!! " all of us yell back. Despite the old ones efforts the ghost signal wasn’t to be heard again. What in the my heck was that ? I think to myself. Maybe I’m still delusional after last night, between the buff and the booze I was most inebriated. Those miners really know how to party.

We arrived back in Sloan to a heros welcome. The miners were elated that there Quarry had been cleared of the Deathclaws. It didn’t matter to `em that there chucks didn’t spend well outside of the NCR. I’d tire of sitting around in that hole waiting my own self.. They insisted that Vern & I let them treat us to a day of jubilation. They threw a good old fashioned Bar Q for us . Thick Brahma steaks done to perfection were served with fresh pears, apples & mutfruit . There was plenty off ice cold beer and Nuka Cola. We played Bighorner shoes and I threw a couple of dandy ringers.

The miners were very well mannered, at least until they started getting drunk. We stayed up most of the night hooting & hallorin. We told jokes and sung along with the radio. Vern and Jas was a dancin up a storm.. The miners wouldn’t let me pay for anything all night despite my efforts to reciprocate so I broke out a bottle of Moonshine that I was saving and let them rummage around in my doctors bag a bit. It was a lot of fun until the fat one started beating on the little one. I don’t think he really cheated.

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Oh yeah the radio . I got distracted, sorry. "Hey." It’s Veronica and Jass . They’re in a good mood. " Whats that ?" What do you know the girls made me a Wasteland Omelet .