» Sat Dec 12, 2015 3:18 pm Here's how it went:
I'd been following my employer across the Commonwealth for what seemed like hours. I knew he was worried, but I really didn't know what we were headed for in such a hurry. He ran instead of walking, and that made me uncomfortable because there was no time to check for dangers ahead of us. He wouldn't listen to my words of caution as he rushed headlong through the gathering darkness toward whatever lay ahead.
As we kept our headlong pace, I was struggling a to keep an eye on what was obviously a Raider base off to our right when suddenly I heard Dogmeat cry out in pain, and the sound of Jack's laser pistol loud in my ears. Reflexively firing my combat rifle even as I turned to my left, I saw it. The normally loud hammer of my rifle fire seemed oddly quiet while four, five, maybe six rounds from my rifle went into it, but then it was coming for me and it was right in my face. I could almost smell the stink of its breath.
In the words of Mama Murphy, "All teeth... and claws... the very face of death. It was... horrible, kid!" It grabbed me, T-51 armor and all, picked me up off my feet like some kid's rag doll. It threw me like a chid's toy, and I flew twenty or thirty feet back first into a stand of trees. I thought for sure I was dead. I mean, how else do you get a death cam, eh? The world spun crazily out of control after I hit the trees, but I fell to the ground and made an amazing discovery. I was still alive, and...
I. Was. ...ANGRY!
Finding the Beast engaged with Jack, I finished emptying my large capacity (40 round) magazine into it's armored hide. Certain then that I had its full attention, I turned and ran through the gated steel fence into the raider camp. I'm a generous soul, and I felt a great need to share my anger (and my beast) with my fellow man... and any lady Raiders too, of course.
Deathclaw right on my heels, I ran straight into the teeth of the Raider's fire. Punctuated by the occasional ricochet, the musical ting of Raider bullets off my armor nearly drowned out my own heavy footsteps, as well as the heavy tromp of the Deathclaw's feet behind me.
Passing directly through their scattered lines, I had a hasty picture of confused Raider faces in the firelight trying to decide who or what to shoot. Who ever said the life of a Raider is filled with nothing but simple choices, eh? Once through, I then doubled back to go find my hasty employer (or his body at least), leaving the Raiders and the Deathclaw to get better acquainted.
Jack was down, and I thought at first he was dead, but then I saw with relief that he was struggling to rise. I had been concerned because... well, you know, he hadn't paid me yet... and he was an idiot. When he finally got to his feet, he ran straight through the Raider camp, firing his pistol as he ran into that grand melee between Raiders and Deathclaw. As a hired mercenary, I had no real option but to follow if I wanted to get paid, so... We ran straight through the middle once again, and I finished off the beast and a couple of Raiders who jumped in my way in passing.
As we left I turned once to check our six and took in the scene of scattered bodies, fires burning, and saw only the dead behind us. The only motion was the flicker of firelight that seemed to animate the dead in a macabre fashion, leaving me with an uneasy feeling that the dead were coming back to life.
I then followed Jack into the night and happily, Dogmeat joined us a few moments later. I was happy to see the stupid mutt was still living.
Did I tell you, I love my T-51 power armor? ...and now it's also the most unique set of armor I've ever seen... After the action, I went back to Sanctuary to repair it, and when I put it on again it was.... just not the same. Check it out, eh? 
https://youtu.be/yxbx-6PHsWw
DISCLAIMER: Apologies for stealing a line or two from Mama Murphy, it just seemed so... apt.
