Chapter One

Ten years after the conclusion of Fallout Three...


Beverly Duffield belted her holstered .44 magnum double-action revolver around her waist, she handed the
CETME assault rifle to Henry; Henry limped over to Charlie's crib and sat beside it. "Stay with the baby, Henry." Beverly opened the Fallout Shelter's door and mounted her horse. Her mission was activated
once Henry closed the shelter's door.

When Beverly had been two months pregnant with Charlie, a Death Claw had mauled Henry; a Brotherhood of Steel patrol had found Henry, and had taken him to the hospital in Air Force City. Two operations had
had left Henry with a permanent limp. Beverly had bought the CETME for Henry after said mauling.

Beverly rode onwards, her mission was to deal with the evil now stalking this wasteland zone; of late, a darkness had stalked the night. Dogs and cats refused to go out at night, if forced, they'd hide until dawn;
Cattle left outside barns had come up missing, even GNN radio was running a special on the .'Mystery Marauder'.

Eastburg's Police Department had instituted a dusk-to-dawn curfew, all night-time buses to Air Force City
were cancelling; until this crisis was fixed. Sheriff Childers was running a posse for the .'Mystery Marauder';
even with two RoboBrains and a pack of hunting dogs, they had failed to catch the culprit.

Beverly got to the ambush site, Brian Tommygunnerson took her horse; and led it to the ravine which served as in improvised corral, for all the horses present. Beverly smiled. Brian had a .'Colonel Autumn'-brand laser pistol holstered on his hip, She had given that to him as a birthday present last year.

Brian's parents, Rodney and Anita Tommygunnerson; they were there, too and would partake of the planned
ambush. Rodney had his .'Lincoln's Repeater'-brand rifle with him, Anita had a 10mm submachinegun with her.

A Nubian goat bleated piteously in the distance, it was staked out as bait; the plan was to gun down the .'Mystery Marauder', as it attacked goat. Brian would guard the horses, as the others ambushed the
.'Mystery Marauder'.

Night fell. A motion-activated light kicked on, Rodney yelped. "There's a trio of giant rad-scorpions headed for our bait!" The ambushers raised their guns, a low grinding noise was heard in the back ground; it
grew progressively louder as the giant rad scorpions scuttled towards the goat, whom bleated piteously all the while.

REEE! A beam of bluish-white energy blew a basketball-sized hole, through one monster's center mass; killing it instantly, and four more blasts slaughtered all the giant rad scorpions present. The robot looked to be a Robo-Brain , but with a Protectron's head bubble atop it. It rolled up to the dead monsters and stopped.

The head bubble popped open on a hinge mount, a tiny rope-rung ladder descended from it; a tiny figure climbed down it and ran over to the dead giant rad-scorpions. Said figure produced a knife and cut the
poison glands out, after which; it secured the knife. It then openened a cargo panel on the Protectron's leg
and produced a a metal case, said case was filled with the poison glands; it was then replaced in said leg
compartment.

Beverly's curiousity was aroused, she holstered her revolver and walked to the tiny creature; it wore a pilot's blaze orange jumpsuit, boots, and gloves. A flourescent green jet pilot's tinted visor helmet, that item protected the creature's head; it raised the visor and looked at Beverly. "Hellio, little one; you're a tiny kitten, about 4weeks old." Beverly said as she knelt down to see it.

The orange kitten said ."Mommy?" To say that all present were stunned, is entirely correct.

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S'that all?

^ I agree^

ummm...okay then

Hah... what?

Everything they've said. Also WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

youre form of introduction is a bit too hazy

CHAPTER TWO

The orange kitten had electric grey-colored eyes, it pointed a gloved paw at itself. ."Karen". "Karen, would you like to go with me?" smiled Beverly. "Mech Suit". it pointed at the odd robot from whence it originated.
Beverrly put the tiny creture in the mech suit.

Meanwhile, Anita Tommygunnerson had her PIPBOY-3000 out; "Karen's a Combat-A-Pet." She said. "They're not dangerous to human life, but are soldiers and mechanics." "We'd best run her to Eastburgh Animal hospital, for a check up." They did thus.

Ever since the Vault Dweller had reactivated clean water, it had been assumed that she had died; Reilly's Rangers had found her, crawling from a hole she'd blasted from that chamber. Butcher poured 81 units
of Rad-Away into her, while Donovan was screaming on the radio for a medevac to the Citadel.

There, the Brotherhood of Steel surgeons had operated on her, she spent six months in their hospital; she ultimately healed. Her being snatched from Death'S Jaws after sacrifice changed the minds of many people.
People began cooperating en masse', the spark of hope being reactivated; by the Vault Dweller's salvation after sacrifice.

Many began helping the Order of the Word, to gather books and like data; The Temple of the Union began educating people by the order of Hannibal. "The chains of the mind, they must be broken to free humanity
from slavery".

Reilly's Rangers allied with the Brotherhood of Steel, they; along with many others, smashed the largest
raider base. The raiders were no longer a significant threat. But the mutations still ran amok.

Schools, hospitals, and factories began to work again; motor vehicles again came to the wastelands; AIr Force City was such a facility.

Your story is good, but you are using semi-colons way too often. In general, a semi-colon can usually be replaced with a comma or a period. They should be kept to a minimum because they can make a story stutter and stop the flow.

For example in this line, you could easily replace the semi-colon with a period. These are totally separate clauses that have nothing really to do with one another:

"Beverly Duffield belted her holstered .44 magnum double-action revolver around her waist, she handed the
CETME assault rifle to Henry; Henry limped over to Charlie's crib and sat beside it. "

Yeah, I definately agree with deathtramp on that one. Story is looking better now that you finished the intro, but it is still pretty confusing to be totally honest.

Excellent question! Read my earlier post about the Combat-A-Pets, in a separate topic.

CHAPTER THREE

The Veterinarian finished his examination of Karen, He gave her some boster shots."Oh my, you are a good girl." Karen donned her jumpsuit and the vet talked to Beverly. The Tommygunnersons, have gone home; they weren't present.

"Karen is a Combat-A-Pet, a genetically engineered Vault-Tek animal. She will never grow bigger than her current size. Her dexterity , intelliengence, and skills match those of a master human craftsman; said crafts men would have a supergenius intellience level."

"Doctor, are there any side effects to this?" "Two are proven. Combat-A-Pets babble like a human baby, the second is that Combat-A-Pets are fascinated with baby toys and games. Karen should have a life expectancy of 125 human years. Genetic scanning reveals that Karen is three months old."


"But that would mean that Vault Tek would be still operational. wouldn't it?" "Vault-Tek built vaults, sub-vaults, mini-vaults, micro-vaults; they even had one person mini-micro-vaults for sale. Vault-Tek built Vaults
between 1947 and 2077." The vet paused. "I would not be surprised if multiple vaults begin trading with the public. We know that at least one million full-sized Vaults were built, records are incomplete for the other vault-type production number's"


Beverly's fallout shelter, it was a micro-vault; her horse ranch was outside it. Fission battery-powered, kitchen, bathroom; it even had a communications room. "Thank you, Doctor". They left the clinic, Karen pointed at the local .'Chicken Shack and Ice Cream Parlor'. They got take out and went home.

might want to look up your fallout history, ive never heard of a mini vault, unless youre refering to a preservation center?

What I was thinking, was that Air Force City experts might have discovered missing Vault-Tek records: kind of like an ."OOPS". situation.

possibly, the combat pet makes snese but the information on vaults wouldnt really be as hidden as a genetically altered kitten piloting a robobrain with a protectron's head

I'm operating under the ideation, that series of atomic wars ravaged the Earth. Thank you for your input, I shall soon post more chapters.