Prolouge

It is indisputable that The Lone Wanderer and The Brotherhood of Steel, both uplifted the Capital Wasteland from its greatest peril. Their sacrafices brought forth clean water, the removal of The Enclave , and at long last secured a future for the region. Still, so much remained unfinished. All that could be done by the hand of outsiders had been done.

Though they were given a future, the people of The Capital Wasteland did not know what to do with it. They were a people defined solely by the anguish, starvation, and desperation that once filled their lives. Without that suffering, the people were adrift. Despite all their selfless efforts, the saviors of the people were thanked only with apathy and greed.

Yet amongst the dissapointing masses, stood a man of action. A man who would rally his people to take their future into their own hands. A man who would spit in the faces of all who took their newfound blessings for granted. A man who strove to prove to the people they did not need a legend, and ironically became one himself. A man who's people would call, The Crusader.

This is his story...

Ch.1: Futile

Arlington Ruins, Falls Church, 2254:

Sted and Dennis stumbled through the rubble. Doing their best to stay out of sight. They had just gotten out of the Arlington Library with Super Mutants chaseing them all through the sub-way. Forcing them even deeper into Mutant territory.

"You just had to go to the library, didn't you? Of all the things you could like to do, you just had to love reading. And not just regular reading, but reading books!"

"Shut up Dennis! People go through worse to [censored] themselves up with Jet. So I would think it makes sense to go through the same amount of crap to better the mind."

Dennis just scauffed at him and pulled Sted into a bombed-out building. When inside, the two men flipped a desk and huddled behind it. They stayed there in silence for several minutes before they heard the thumping sounds of their prusurers.

A Super Mutant hunting party slowly walked past the building Sted and Dennis were hiding in. Their argueing heard by the two nervous men.

"Where they go?"

"Dont know. They run too fast!"

"You too stupid! They shoot you, and you let get away!? HA HA!!!"

"You there too, stupid! You let go too!"

"All you shut up. Give me headache. Ahhh!!!!!"

Using his fingers, Sted counted four Super Mutants. Only two were following them before, but its to be expected that this group would attract even more. Those abominations were everywhere, and they lived for the hunt. Then, as if on cue, more Super Mutants could be heard just within earshot.

"What you four doing?"

"Human hunt! Ha Ha Ha! You want join?"

"We look for human too. Hear them all th-...HUMAN!!!!!!"

Dennis and Sted's heart skipped a beat from the Super Mutant's battle cry.

"How the [censored] did it see us?" Whispered Dennis as he loaded his assualt rifle. Sted got ready with his revolver, his hand shakeing the whole time. With nowhere to run, the best they could hope for was to kill one of them before the rest take them. And neither of these scavengers thought they would go out so pathetically. But instead of Super Mutants, they were met with explosions outside of the building.

The roar of missles from a rocket launcher came just before each explosion. With every explosion that passed, a window into the skirmish was revieled. A minigun was blowing fleash apart. Assualt rifles blasted from both side. A mine is set off by a lumbering Super Mutant. And the curses of both human and Super Mutant could be heard.

"Come on everyone! Lets [censored] 'em up!"

"Die! Die! Puny human!"

"Razor! Hide behind there you brat!"

"Your head will fall right off! Ahhhhh!!!"

Suddenly the fight climixed with what sounded like a chain-explosion of several cars. When the last explosions settled, the only sound left was a Super Mutant wailing in pain. Until that too, stopped. Bringing forth a disturbing silence where there was a nightmare of sound just seconds ago.

Confident that the fight was over, Dennis and Sted catiously left their hiding spot. Outside lay a carnage that only the D.C. Ruins could provide. What was left of the seven Super Mutants laid strewn across the road, and amongst the severed appendages were the raiders who fought them.

In those days, before the Brotherhood's arrival, people putting up a good fight against the Super Mutants was unheard of. The two men were witnesses to a very rare event that would be an early example of the futile fighting between human and Super Mutant that would occur in these ruins for the next twenty years.



OCC: Comments, please.

I like it waiting for more

Ch.2: The Lost Child

Acting as true scavengers, Dennis and Sted began stripping the bodies of everything useful. They worked fast. Super Mutants always get attracted to loud sounds, and after a fight this big, half of Arlington would be on them. Then as Sted was prying a combat shotgun off of a raider's death grip, he heard the sound of shifting rubble. Sted instinctivly fired his revolver in the direction of the sound, only to barely miss a child's head.

The little boy huddled back into a corner, and started crying. Sted followed him and got a good look at what he almost killed.

"F-[censored]...A kid? I almost shot a kid!? What are you doing out here? I thought you were a mutant!"

The boy looked up at Sted, with his eyes still watering. He had an unsure look about him. This man talking to him had just shot at him, but he looked genuienly concerned for him.

"Here kid, have some water." Sted shuffled through his rucksack and pulled out a bottle of dirty water. When the the boy hesitated, it made Sted a little worried. "Come on kid. It will make you feel better."

Slowly, the boy reached out for it with his bloody arm. It shoke from the pain of the stray bullet lodged in his arm, barely giving him the strength to lift the bottle. After a few sips, he started spitting out the water, unable to handle the taste. It was then that Dennis found them both behind the rubble.

"What the [censored] Sted! You shoot and then dissa-...oh...hello...little...boy."

After turning back to the boy Sted asked, "Do you know where your parents are?"

The boy nodded slowly and pointed towards the group of dead raiders on the street.

"[censored]" ,Sted mumbled. As he was crouched down, thinking what they were going to do with the kid. He glanced at the boy and saw his eyes widening in fear.

One of the Super Mutants they thought was dead, hit Dennis's shoulder, causing a loud cracking sound as the arm became dislocated out of its socket. The Super Mutant still laughed sadistically at causing pain, despite the fact it was missing an arm and covered in its own blood.

"Die! Die! Die! DIE!!! Ahhhh!!!!!!", it howled as it started swinging the sledge at Sted.

After dodgeing the first few swings, he saw an opening and emptied his revolver. But instead of hitting it in the chest, the bullet landed on the Super Mutant's throat. The Super Mutant grabbed its throat, and gushed out blood from its mouth everytime it tried to talk. It wasn't long before it collapsed on the ground, and slowly choked on its own blood.

Unfortunately, the victory was short-lived. Four more Super Mutants were going in their direction. The mutant calvary had come early, and the three of them were royally screwed.

"[censored] dammit Sted! Just pop my arm back in will ya! I cant help like this."

Sted moaned, knowing he was going to hate every part of what they were about to do. "Ah hell. This is going to be gross you basterd. One...Two...Three!"

With a sickening crack, the arm went back in place. Causing Dennis to scream in agony. When Sted tried to help him, but was only pushed away.

"Dont worry about me you idiot! Grab the kid, and haul ass to the station. Just get a decent gun before you go."

With a nod, Sted picked up the combat shotgun he was messing with earlier, and tugged the kid behind him. When the two were out of sight, Dennis grabbed a blood-splattered assault rifle and started firing at the incoming Super Mutants.

"Come on you [censored]ers! Come to me! I'm the one you want! Human! Human! HUMAN!!!!!!"

Ch.3: Dinner Talk

D.C. Metro Tunnels, 2258:

Dennis walked carefully along the mines and tripwires they set up across the tunnels. Ever since that incident back in Arlington four years ago, he and Sted had become paranoid about security. Especially since they have little Milton to take care of now.

"This is a good spot.", Dennis mumbled to himself. He reached into his rucksack and pulled out an old chunk of molerat meat, and dropped it on the floor. He then picked up a piece of broken concrete and threw it into a deep pool of water in front of him, making a huge splash.

Dennis waited in the shadows for several minutes before hearing the clicking sounds of a mirelurk. It slowly rose from the water, scanning its surroundings. It was a mirelurk hunter, and its many appendages busily picked up and dropped rocks as it investigated.

It was not long before it found the molerat meat on the ground, and picked it up. Each little claw passed it to the next until the meat reached its destination, the mouth. Slowly, the meat seemed to dissappear as the mirelurk's mouth busily nibbled on it. Preoccupied by its food, the mirelurk hunter failed to notice the frag grenade that rolled towards its feet.

The explosion, sent huge chunks of meat and shell flying everywhere in a big mess. Even Dennis got some of the splatter on him. But as the dust cleared, Dennis saw his job wasn't done. The mirelurk was still alive.

Its legs were blown off with the rest of its lower body, while it was making frantic clicking sounds. Before it could draw anymore attention to whatever kin was left, Dennis casually walked towards it, tire iron in hand. With one strong swing, Dennis smashed its face in, making it go limp.

As Dennis was wrapping a long length of chain around the mirelurk, the howl of a feral ghoul echoed through the tunnels. It didn't worry him too much. One of the traps was bound to get it. Sure enough, a rigged shotgun went off. With a smirk on his face, Dennis started dragging the mirelurk home.

The trip back was annoying. Mostly because of the extra 150 pounds he was dragging, and also because Dennis generally hated the North Tunnels of their home. Too damp, too many traps, and too many creatures running around. When he finally reached the door, he banged on it with his tire iron in the pattern he and Sted came up with to indicate it was them at the door and not some damn raider. After a moment, the gears on the door started turning and the door slid open.

"Got anything good?", asked Sted.

"Half a mirelurk. If you think thats good. Nothing else though. I think we cleaned the tunnels out of pre-war food. We'll have to go back topside eventually."

Sted sighed as he closed and locked the door behind Dennis. There had been intense fighting for the past week and a half between the Super Mutants and the Brotherhood in the streets above. They barely managed to get back inside when they came back from their last scavving trip. Sted didn't want to leave until they absolutely had to.

"Look I'll just go tell Milton what we're having for dinner. It'll get him excited. You just get started on stripping the shell, alright"

"Oh okay, I just killed it after all. What the hell have I done to help with dinner!", whinned Dennis.

Milton was in his usual spot, the reading room. Which was really just a room with a stairway leading to flooded chambers. He was looking at the pictures in some pre-war nature book Sted found a few years back. Milton was always fascinated with the images of green forests and blue oceans, he only wished his reading level was high enough to read advlt books. If it was, then maybe he could appreciate them just as much as his dad did. As he looked at the books, Sted walked in the room and caught him by suprise.

"Hey sport! I have some good news. Dennis brought home a mirelurk. We'll be having mirelurk stew, mirelurk cakes, and mirelurk fillet!"

"Thats great daddy! We haven't eaten mirelurk in a long time."

"Ha Ha Ha! You just make sure to thank Dennis, and eat every last bite you can. Can you do that for me Milty?"

"Sure thing dad!"

"Good boy. Now go to the pantry, and get out the bowls, plates, forks, and spoons. I'll help Dennis in the meat room."

The meat room was quite a gruesome sight. Molerat, dog, and mirelurk carcasses from previous hunts were strewn everywhere. In the back of the room, Dennis was breaking away the mirelurks shell with a hammer. Neither man liked the room or the smell in it, but it was the only place in the house they could talk alone.

"Milton looks thinner and thinner everyday. I'm getting worried.", said Sted.

"I swear! That kid was born to live in Tenpenny Tower. He throws up radroach and molerat everytime he eats it. He barely keeps down irradiated water. I once saw him gag on dog! Dog!", exclaimed Dennis.

"He's just more sensitive to that crap I guess. Though in his defense, who hasn't thrown up dirty water before in their life. The kid just needs to eat stuff that can actually be called food."

The two men worked quietly from then on. Thinking about what to do in the near future. Not even the splatter from the mirelurk distracting them.

A few hours later, the dinner table was filled with mirelurk meat prepared in every way concievable. With not a single shred of meat from the creature gone to waste. It was looking to be their first good meal in a long while, and Milton was eating more than anyone. Which was no suprise to Sted and Dennis, seeing as mirelurk was pretty much the only meat beside brahmin that he liked. It was towards the end of the meal when Sted made his proposal.

"Why dont we all go to Megaton once things calm down above?"

"Megaton! Really! The place you told me about in your stories! Can we go daddy, can we really!?"

Milton was pratically jumping up out of his chair. He had never been anywhere outside of D.C. before, and the promise of an adventure was too much for him to contain.

"Megaton! Isn't that a bit far for resupplying. Not to mention dangerous. We dont even have that many caps."

"I know Dennis, but we're scavengers who have been in D.C. for nearly four years! We got plenty of scrap metal and parts to bater with, and frankly...we all need a long break from these damned ruins."

"Then why not go to Rivet City? Its closer and has just as much oppurtunity for trade."

"Remember what that Brotherhood guy said awhile back. The Jefferson Memorial is a Super Mutant magnet right now, and Milton needs some sun for once. I dont know how the kid avoided rickets all this time."

The two men carried on this back and forth for quite some time. Neither one noticeing how upset Milton was becoming. Milton hated to watch his two dads fight, and he always found a way to feel like it was his fault they were fighting.

"We dont need to go to Megaton! I'm sorry for getting excited. We can stay here if its easier. Just..Just dont fight because of me! *whimper*"

"OOOOHHHH GOD!", Dennis wailed while massaging his temples. "Alright! We'll go to Megaton! But you'll regret this come tonight Sted!"

Dennis then stormed away from the table and started getting some gear ready for the trip.

"Huh? Whats happening tonight daddy?", Milton asked in a confused tone.

"Hmm? Oh nothing.", responded Sted before continuing his eating. "Or at least nothing NOW!", he muttered under his breath.

Okay How did I miss this one. Nice rhythm to it. Good job Wasteland Scholar.

Very nice job! I really like this one. But I have a suggestion. Instead of saying assault rifle say M16 or FAMAS. It makes it more interesting with real life guns. But overall a great job.

Nice Another good fanfic from you!

Thank you for all your good comments, they help me keep going with my stories. I'm already working on the next chapter of this story, so keep an eye out for it.

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I am just kiddin relly good

Josh,im assuming someone has hacked you account.Or your just being an annoying F***er.

Wow that wasnt nice sannes you coudnt see the JK part at the bottom jez

O and great fan fic wasteland

No body hacking Josh is away right now I am his brother lolololozlzolzozlz

Sorry about that! Wow i am logging off every time i got to 7-11

You got to know sannes that its a joke now lets get back to the part about his amazing fan fic

Ch.4: Warm Helloes and Cold Goodbyes

One Week Later, Megaton Area

Sted and Dennis got over the last hill, carrying at least a hundred pounds of crap each. Megaton was finally in view, and Milton had never been more excited in his life. It was going to be his first time in a settlement, and his first time being around more than four people at once.

"Dad! Dad! What are we doing first in Megaton? What can we do in Megaton? What are the people like? Are they nice like you and Dennis?"

Sted chuckled warmly at Milton's enthusiasm. Its what he found almost magical about Milton. Sted's childhood was never so full of joy and hope, but Milton had the ability to spread his own to those around him.

"Hey Sted.", said Dennis. Breaking Sted's train of thought.

"Yeah, what is it Dennis?"

"Do you remember when you convinced me to go out with you scaving in Arlington?"

"Yes I do. That was right before we found Milton."

"You told me we would go in, scavenge some untouched parts of D.C., keep our heads down, be back in Megaton two weeks later, and make a small fortune."

"Your point Dennis?"

"We haven't been in Megaton for four years since then, and we're flat broke."

"Well...Having kids changes your plans."

"No [censored]."

The two of them laughed at eachothers remarks and tried to keep up with their hyperactive son.

Milton was already at the gates of Megaton. Where a few things had changed since their last visit. The most notable being the protectron and the two guards in power armor.
And Milton was bothering the guards.

"Wow! Are you the people that fight those monsters."

One of the Brotherhood guards got down on his knees, his laughing heard through the armors audio system.

"Ha Ha! Thats right! We fight them to keep little kids like you safe. Whats your name little boy?"

"My name is Milton. Whats your name?"

"Well my name is Colvin, and I think you have a wonderful name."

The other guard only moaned in frustration. Apparently not liking the fan-fair. He groaned some more when he saw Sted and Dennis coming over.

"Milton! Are you bothering these people?", hollered Sted.

"Not at all! Not at all!", declared Colvin. "Its always nice to meet the people you help. I presume you are the boy's father."

"I have two daddies! I'm just that loveable!", Milton said giggling.

"Sted and Dennis each took turns shaking Colvin's hand. Happy to know the Brotherhood was out here too. Though when they extended their hands to the other guard, they got about the same treatment Milton did.

"Well its nice to know you guys are here. Without you guys kicking the Super Mutants around, who knows where we'd be. Thank you so very much for saving my son from that hell we were in a few years ago. I'am forever grateful." Sted then shoke Colvin's hand again. Prehaps showing the initiate the most sincere appreciation anyone has ever shown him.

"The job isn't done yet friend." Colvin was obviously getting a little embarrassed from all the praise he was getting. "I'm afraid there are still a lot of Super Mutants out there, but will get them!"

"That's very good to know.", Sted said with a smile. "Oh, will you do me one favor before we head on in? Will you let me take a picture of you with my son?"

"Of course! Its been quite some time since my last photo. Ha Ha!"

Colvin handed his laser rifle to the other Brotherhood soldier, and lifted up Milton onto his shoulders with Milton giggling the whole time. From his huge backpack, Sted pulled out an old camera he found in the ruins that was still in working condition. In a quick flash the picture was taken, and the three of them went inside. When they were gone, the silent brotherhood guard finally spoke.

"Good god...Show some professionalism Initiate! You're about to be promoted to the rank of knight in a few week, but you still act like that!"

"Act like what sir?", asked a confused Colvin.

"Acting like one of THEM! You are an initiate born into the Brotherhood of Steel, and worth more than fifty of those savages!!!"

"Sir! I was just being kind to the civilians sir. How is that in anyway inappropriate?"

"You dont get attached to the locals. You dont get attached to anyone outside the Brotherhood. We'd have fewer problems all around if we just stuck by that."

"What do you have against the locals sir. The only locals who have ever been hostile are also the enemy of the civilians."

"Look. You were too young to remember much about California. Locals everywhere are good at only two things: Getting shot, and stabbing you in the back. You heard of the Enclave naturally, only people to match us in strength. We crushed them and stopped them from killing all the locals and destroying that damned NCR. Now NCR is breaking down our front door in California and stealing all our tech. Shooting plenty of our boys in the process. They'll do that here too once were down killing all the Super Mutants. That same kid that was drooling over your power armor just now is going to shoot you in the head for it one day. We should just let them die. Not like they do anything meaningful with their lives."

Colvin just stood there in shock. Did the Paladin have all this rage and hate bubbling underneath his armor the whole time. Even as the child was laughing and wanting to play with them. It took quite sometime for Colvin to make a response. "Paladin Casdin...I...I feel very sad for you, and hope you make peace with everything before your time comes."

Inside Megaton, Sted, Dennis, and Milton were taking in a thorough look of their surroundings. Everything was new to Milton, and he was practically going to have a seizure from all his excitement. Sted and Dennis liked being back in their home away from home, they had been away too long. The thing was, neither of them remember this many people being here before.

"Well I'll be damned! Sted! Dennis! You crazy scavers, you're still alive!", hollard a black man wearing a leather duster.

"Jezuz! That you Lucas? Damn good to see you!", Dennis ran right up to Lucas and gave him a huge hug.

"Did D.C. mess up your head that much Dennis?", asked an obviously uncomfortable Lucas.

Dennis let out a big laugh and patted Lucas on the back. "Nah! I'm just glad to see a guy who isn't a total candy ass.", he said pointing his thumb at Sted.

After exchanging a few more words, the two went up to the others. Sted was happy to see him too. Before finding Milton, Sted and Dennis pretty much lived in Megaton. They were tw of many scavengers in modest competition with the trading caravans. If they weren't sleeping on the bare ground, they were sleeping on the moldy mattresses in the Common House. Lucas was always good to them, and always saved a space for them in the Common House for the "tenacious duo", as he liked to call them back then.

"Lucas, I want you to meet my son.", he turned to Milton who was hiding behind him. "Its alright Milton, he's a friend. No one here is going to hurt you. Not if your dads and our friend Lucas have anything to say about it."

Somewhat reassured, Milton catiously stepped forward and said hello. "Well I'll be.", Lucas said. "Never thought you two would ever have a kid of your own. Yet here you are beating me to the punch."

"Oh! So you're expecting to be a father?", inquired Sted.

"Well maybe not too far in the future. My days out in the wastes are winding down. Pretty soon I'll be sheriff full-time. Luna is going to stick with the Regulators out in the field for awhile longer. She's not as eager to settle down as I am."

"Well all right! I knew you'd find someone."

"Thank you kindly. Now I think I've held you up long enough. Go attend to your buisness."

"No problem. Just one more thing though. Whats with all the extra faces around here?"

"Oh now dont get me started on that!", whined Lucas. "Apparently while I was out of town, talk of those people in the vault started up. Rumors of them willing to take in some people have been starting up, and its attracted scum from all over the wastes to Megaton. I can barely keep tabs on half of the trouble they've caused. I'd suggest you keep an eye on them and your boy."

"Will do", said Dennis as he loaded his hunting rifle.

Sorry for the hiatus, real-life has taken up most of my time. The next chapter will be up by tomorrow. Chapter 6 should be up a couple of days after that. Things get very interesting by Ch.6.(Just a little something to look forward too) :read:

OCC: I edited Ch.4 a little. Do you think I had too much dialouge? And comments please.

Ch.5: Good People and Bad Influences

While Sted started selling their salvage around the cratar, Dennis took Milton over to the water treatment plant. Usually Dennis handled most of the bataring, but today he just didn't feel like it. Besides, he had a suprise in store for his little family. All he needed was to have a little talk with an old aquaintence.

"Hey Walter! You still alive old man?", hollared Dennis inside the treatment plant.

"What dont you people understand! The water is free for residents only, and we ain't giving it to you jackasses! Now leave this old man alone!", screamed a man from the back room.

"Now is that anyway to treat an old buisness associate?"

From out the back room came an old man. He was holding a fission battery and a wrench, and looked pretty anger. Walter strained to see Dennis's face through the darkness. However, when he saw who it was, he wasn't exactly happy.

"Back from the dead I see. What do you want now?"

"We need to do some buisness Walter." Dennis turned to make sure Milton wasn't listening before he continued. "I need you to get me some purified water. REAL purified water, not this half-way clean [censored] your giving to the residents."

Walter gave an ugly look to Dennis. This wasn't the first time he had used that threat. "What makes you think the purifer is still working at only half capacity. I fixed it a few years ago, and she's been churning out crisp clean water ever since."

Dennis made a wicked smile at the pathetic attempt to lie, Walter was making. "Heh heh, thats interesting Walter. I dont suppose that fission battery you have there is for the Mr. Handy you get your water from." Dennis saw the look in Walter's face, and knew immediately his accusation was still correct. With all the facts he needed, Dennis grabbed Walter by his jumpsuit and slammed him against the wall without Milton noticeing.

"Look Walter! Do you see that kid playing with your tools back there? Thats my son. He gets sick from anything thats even remotely like the [censored] that out in the wastes, and for once, he wont be getting sick. Not this time! Now you are going to give me a week's worth of pure water, and if my son gets so much as a stomachache, you'll be explaining to the good folks here why a Mr. Handy is jammed into the purifier."

"Alright! Alright! It'll be ready in the morning. Come back then."

"Why thank you Walter!", Dennis said in a very friendly voice to keep Milton from getting suspicious. "Oh and Walter. I'll be back with to Sted to sell you some scrap metal. We'll give you a discount on them. See you later."

When they left, the two headed back down to the crater and found that Sted had managed to sell most of their salvage already. The caravans were late, and too many people were in Megaton. That made even scavengers like them a god send. So even a mediocre merchant like Sted could make a good haul.

"180 caps...Not too bad, but if we're the only ones selling parts, couldn't you have jacked up the prices a bit? We need enough to last us a week you know."

"These are hardly the kind of people you jack up your prices to. They could barely pay as it was, and if I started taking advantage of them they would have likely stabbed me and be done with it. Besides, we still have most of the robot parts. Thats where the money is right? Most of our customers just bought up those crappy guns you collected."

With evening coming, Sted and Dennis thought it would be best to call it a day. When Milton said he wanted to at least see one more place, they decided to take him to Moriarty's Saloon. They figured it was time for him to know the ugly side of people instead of just Super Mutants.

Of all the things that changed in Megaton, two things stayed the same. The bomb was still in the cratar, and Moriarty's was still a [censored]hole. The only thing different was the face of the poor girl Moriarty was [censored]ing off.

"Now these are some faces I havent seen in awhile. Last time laddys were here, me father was still alive. And whats this!? You have a wee lad with you, how precious."

"Alright Moriarty, thats enough. The kid's only seven for god sake. We're here for a quick drink and something to eat for the kid. Give him some squirrel stew, and get us some wine. We haven't had top shelf in awhile."

The three of them sat down at a table in the corner as they waited for their order. From there, they got a good look at how full the bar was getting. All these people were here to get in that vault, and Sted doubted all those gun purchases made earlier were for souviniers.

"Squirrel Stew for the lad, and a bottle of our finest wine for the loving couple. May your years together be filled with joy. I'll inform my girl that she'll not find any buisness with you."

"[censored] you.", Dennis said as he grabbed the bottle and took a swig. "Hey whats the story behind this vault crap people have been talking about."

"I would suggest you pay the bill before you start asking for information. Some stew and wine, that totals to...40 caps." A big grin appeared on Moriarty's face. After Sted and Dennis exchanged glances, they pulled out 40 caps. 10 caps for the meal, 30 for the info. "Thank you kindly." After collecting the caps, Moriarty began sharing what he knew.

"A week ago, some weirdo in the strangest clothes came into town. He apparently came from that vault around here. Started telling people that the vault needed a new doctor, and that they would be willing to take in anyone who could do the job right. Sometime tomorrow they'll be back to do some strange test to decide who gets in. Naturally, word spread around and jackasses from all over are here to try to get in. If things go down like I think they will, we'll have a lot of trouble come tomorrow. You lads didn't pick the best time to come back."

Good. good, I noticed some spelling mistakes but this was a good chapter, its nice to see some updates!

Good chapter wasteland keep up the good work =)

Amazing as allways.Keep it going, im hooked.

nice chapter wasteland. Very enjoyable

I found plenty of pictures on deviant art that work well with my story. I really wish I could take credit for them, but my only artistic talent is in the form of writing. Unfortunately, only two fit with my story so far. Most of the pics I found will fit later on in my story. I've edited my story to have links to each picture where its appropriate, so you can re-read my story and find them if you like.

Here is what I have up so far:

For those of you curious, this is what http://doraya.deviantart.com/art/Fall-deeper-out-103456678 look like. (Sted in the back, Dennis in front)

A http://kennethfairclough.deviantart.com/art/Super-Mutants-131396260 between radiers and Super Mutants.


Here are some of the pics I'll be using later. They'll give you a small hint into whats coming up soon, later, and really far off in my story, in that order. (I do intend to make this a long-ass story.):

http://hunqwert.deviantart.com/art/Fallout-40878772 (Ignore the logo)

http://iofiel.deviantart.com/art/The-Roads-to-Moscow-140420148 (We still have some Enclave problems)

http://zeekypoe.deviantart.com/art/Evolution-133805101 (Nothing good ever comes from something that ugly)

Confused? Then keep reading to figure how these seemingly random fallout pics fit together. Ch.6 will be up in a few days.

Okay, I'm done writing Ch.6 of my story, and its a little longer than I thought it would be. I'll try to post it up by tonight. If I cant post it tonight, then you'll have to wait till friday. I expect tomorrow to be very busy for me. Hopefully the chapter will come out as good as I think it is.

Interesting, you have really made me want to find out what happens now.