Okey, new chapter guys!

I'm allready working on the next so keep up

You can always try to improver the chapter names, like the last two.
Still not entirely satisfied with those.

Let me know!

Okay, i've got a lot of questions, and things to say, so i'll just list them.

*This is probably going to be the best ending ever. And are you going to write any more stories after this?

*Damn, got me again! 10/10!

*Good to know you brought back GNR.
Its a bit repetive, but it keeps my morale up. (No, really, I smile every time I see it)

*I was kind of getting bored with the D.C setting. I just dont like that place. Good to know you're back in the wastes!

*I almost forgot about Warren and Crow!

*How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

That was my Fav chapter
Mostly because everything went according to plan haha
Looking forward to the rest, as usuall 5/5.
WOO GNR'S BACK.

Great chapters, as always, you astound me with your skill! 10/10!

Thank you, thank you and thank you!!!

lots of happyness after reading the comments of you guys!

As for the questions:


* I don't know if I'm going to write more fallout fanfic, probably a story of my own created world.

*Thank you!

*But the question is, how did they got it back up after leaving that obelisk (With the satelite dish on it) in ruins?

*Yeah Barren doesn't seem to like that place too much either.

*Well, they're still alive, thank god. More deaths would be terrible.

*Aproximally 0.74 trees (according to the average tree size) a minute.

Cheers

Goodness & Gadgets

“…Who said that you two were still alive. After that, it took us just one more day to get here.”
My mouth has gotten dry from all the stories I’ve been telling Warren and Crow.
They seem to be listening to it with the interest of a child hearing a ghost tale.
There’s a pause of almost minute before anyone replies.
“Fascinating!” Warren replies.
“Incredible!” Crow adds.

“You’ve been through hell and back!” Warren concludes. “It hurts my heart hearing about Argyle and Donovan though.”
I’ve only noticed just now that Harry the Brahmin is standing in the middle of the room.
“Don’t ask,” Crow says noticing me looking at it.
“it’s here because of the raiders.”

“Tell us all about that will you?” Fincher quickly asks while clearing a table to sit on.
With all the stuff lying around, there isn’t much space left to take a proper seat.
Roo seems to have no problem sitting on the cold floor though.
“How about you tell us what you’ve been up to first?”
Warren nods and starts off telling their adventures.

“When you guys left, it took Crow some days to recover a bit, which gave me time to think about the things I wanted to do.
We decided to go back to my old lab, and recover all that was left in order to get it back here at Rockopolis.
Your Quantum pistol had helped me greatly with that.
Rather effective against Mole Rats, makes fine roasted meat too.

We didn’t have too much problems on the road.
Harry could just take everything with him, or we’d have to go twice.
But back at the lab, I started working on schematics to build the Quantum pistol for ourselves.
I came to the conclusion that the pistol needed refilling of Nuka Cola Quantum in order to keep working the way it worked.

Crow has been a great assistant, helping me with all kinds of experiments.
We’ve been able to design a number of weapons and armor while you guys were on the road.
The last few days we’ve had some trouble with raiders though.
Crow and I take turns patrolling the area and we think that raiders have set up camp nearby.
That’s why we’ve taken Harry inside. If they spotted him, we’d be done for.”

Kemar walks eagerly up to Warren. “So, those gadgets, let’s see!”
“Allright allright, keep your pants on” Warren replies.
He takes us to a table that I haven’t seen before, with all kinds of cool looking gear on it.
“We’ve gotten lucky that Wolfgang came by, or else we wouldn’t have gotten these Quantums.”

“So this here are modified Quantum guns.” Warren explains, showing us several hunting rifles and a 10mm pistol.
They each have a cola bottle attached to the top of the gun’s chamber, upside down.
Each of the bottles half full with Nuka Cola Quantum.
“Don’t worry, that’s more than enough to take down an entire army.”

Next to the guns, several armor suits lie neatly folded on top of each other.
“I’ve been working the longest on those babies.
They’ve been made out of the Talon company armor suits that were left from the fight back at the lab.
I’ve also added some things to them.”
One of the suits has two Deathclaw claws on either side of the shoulders, with the sharp looking claws sticking out.

“I’ve made that one especially for you, Barren.” Warren says looking quite pleased with it.
I don’t know what to say, so I say “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t need to say anything.” Warren replies friendly.
The armor looks neat. It’s all black and even got a nice emblem stitched on the heart side saying:
The Defenders of the Wastes

Warren continues. “I even got some Nuka Cola Quantum left to make grenades.
It’s not that different from making the guns.”
On the other side of the table lie 8 tin cans with two wires sticking out of it and a small red button on top.
“I guess they’ll do quite some damage.” Kemar states with a sinister smile on his face.

We all grab our new armor and try them on.
Fincher and Kemar start boxing against each other while Roo sneaks around the lab, pretending to be invisible.
“Ah, I might have something you’d like, Roo.” Crow says as if he’d just reminded something.
He searches his pocket with his hand and takes out three very small complicated looking devices.

“Stealth boys.” He explains. “With these little things, you can become invisible for two whole minutes!”
Roo looks in awe while Crow demonstrates him how to use them.
I look at my shoulders with the death claws attached on them.
“I wanted to poison the claws at first,” Warren says.
“but I guessed you could accidentally leave one of our allies with serious injuries.”

Fincher comes up to us and looks as if he’s got a horrible idea.
“You know, we should probably test these very good looking items before we head into the real battle.”
“What have you got in mind?” I ask him with suspicion.
He replies with exactly the two words I thought he would: “The Raiders.”

We left the Nuka grenades back at the base since we can only use them once.
Crow volunteered to stay back but Warren had to see the result of his own creations.
With our dark suits and even our combat helmets painted black (with a red stripe crossing over the middle)
We walk over the running hills towards the mark that Wolfgang pointed out on my pip-boy.

From the distance I can see a fort made out of the old cars built on the road they’ve been taken from.
Roo scouts ahead with his two new silenced 10 mm pistols and reports
back that there are at least 12 raiders on the spot.
With our new equipment it shouldn’t be too much trouble taking them out.
I think I’m actually going to enjoy this one.

Fincher takes cover behind a rock with his Sniper rifle as Kemar follows behind Roo with his Laser Shotgun.
Both Warren and I go through the middle with our newly gained Quantum Hunting rifles.
As the first shot of Fincher has been taken, (Directly through the head of an unsuspecting raider on booze.)
we all spread out to trap them in their own fort.

Roo takes down three raiders without even being noticed.
Warren and I take cover behind a burned out car and fire away at the now alarmed gang.
Fincher takes out two or three more. The raiders don’t even know what hits them.
They seem to be running in all different directions now.
Kemar shoots one of the last raiders with a blast in his side, as the raider runs right past him.
The last raider stands in the middle dropping his gun and putting up his arms as fast as he can.

A bullet sears right trough his forehead, but it’s not from one of us.
“You should have thought about that before joining the Raiders.” A hoarse voice lets out.
The raider falls down on the ground and a ghoul stands behind him.
“Argyle!?”

You thought the last one was going according to plan?
Well, read this one, if you dare!

A long one! And I'm very satisfied with it.

Speak your mind of what you think.
don't be daft, say something!!

I'm satisfied with it.

I gave it a 5 out of 5. :tops: I like it and i wonder what the story behind Argyle is.

Ahahah! Lavanoth, you clever bastard! Didn't see that one coming with Argyle! Good thing you brought back the quantam pistol, and with rifles even! Good show! 10/10

aah, all satisfied people.
Good to hear

I have a few more surprises for the last few chapters, so keep on readin'!

Okey, I'm about to write the next chapter, but I need a bit more than the one subject I've got in my head for it.

So what do you want to know, what have I left out, what do you want to see???

Some criticism would be helpfull, and maybe some ideas? (ideas that wouldn't influence the big story too much)

Edit: Holy crapcake! 2750 views! One of the most viewed Fallout Fanfics on the forum. :D

its hard to keep a ghoul down eh?
really good stuff once you get used to the writing style.

Another chapter yet again.
You know the drill:
What do you think, what is wrong with it, what better name can you come up with, what is your favorite color and what is the capitol of Assyria?




Sewers & Surprises

“Argyle!?”
I squeeze my eyes to get a better look at the ghoul standing behind the raider corpse.
I must be mistaken, Argyle’s dead and I don’t believe in ghosts.
The ghoul smiles and walks up to us slowly.

“It’s you, it’s really you!”
I run towards him and slap my arms around his chest.
“Argyle! What, why… how!?”
But before he can respond, Kemar, Fincher, Warren and Roo have caught up with me and jump on Argyle.

We all laugh and Roo, who’s only known Argyle for half a day, even sheds a small tear.
After the ritual of touching, shaking and patting poor Argyle, we sit down and decide to let him speak.
The dead raiders make the right atmosphere and when the last purple flamed raider distinguishes,
we finish telling each other how flabbergasted we are.

“So tell us how you got out of there? I mean, we all thought you were dead.”
Kemar asks eagerly.
“We even saw your jacket sticking out of the rubble,” Fincher adds.
“don’t tell us that you were still alive under that pile of rubble!”
Argyle gives a weak smile. “Not exactly, no.”

He pauses for a second and continues:
“When the ghouls started to appear out of the tunnels, I didn’t know what was happening.
I just stood there for a second, but after realising that they were coming straight at us, they’d already surrounded me.
The last thing I remember is you Barren, watching at me, shouting at me, running towards Underworld.

Suddenly I found myself amidst dozens of ghouls, explosives going off right before me.
The blast swirled me backwards, together with some ferals.
I wasn’t afraid of them, because normally, they never attack a fellow ghoul.
But something happened with that blast.
It was like they’d suddenly gotten mental.

One of them grabbed me by my jacket and I quickly reached for my gun, but it wasn’t there anymore.
I didn’t have a weapon, and the ghouls were looking at me as if I was their midnight snack.
I had to do something, so I decided to run to the opposite direction of the blast.
At that moment, the Obelisk collapsed and a huge cloud of dust covered me as I ran.

I couldn’t see where I was going anymore with the dust cloud blocking my vision.
I tripped and fell down a few metres, into a puddle of water.
With my face in the mud, I looked before me and saw an old entrance to a sewer.
Without thinking I ran inside, still hearing the screams and hisses emerging from back at the Obelisk.

Once I was inside, I immediately felt that I wasn’t alone.
I fell from one disaster into the other as I noticed that the sewers were crowded with Mirelurk.
They’d also hear the entire racket outside, and decided to check out what was going on.
I barely got away without being noticed, sneaking into the sewers further and further.

After walking in circles for ten minutes, I realised that these sewers had only one exit.
That exit was now crowded with mirelurks.
Without any weapon, I was forced to stay there until the mirelurks had spread enough
for me to kill them one by one, using a stick with which I poked into their jelly faces.
I couldn’t take the risk being detected in a large group. They’d surely kill me in an instant.
Luckily, I could feed myself on the dead Mirelurks and the radiated water.

It took me a week to kill enough of them in order to escape the sewers.
I didn’t even realise that it was night time until I saw the moon as I crawled out of the sewers.
Looking around to see if the coast was clear, I saw bright lights beaming on the remains of the fallen Obelisk.
There was more than one vertibird around the site.
The place was filled with Enclave soldiers and scientists, examinating every brick they could find.
They’d even taken over Underworld, with two Enclave soldier placed on either side of the entrance.
So I couldn’t even go back there.

I decided to head to Rockopolis in order to rendezvous with you guys, walking towards the closest metro entrance.
There was a enclave soldier guarding it, so I killed him with my bare hands, and grabbed his weapon.
After that, getting back here was easy.

I ran into Wolfgang just the other night.
He told me about the raiders, and you guys asking the location.
After that, he traded me this 10mm and some ammo (the only thing he had left) for the plasma rifle which was almost empty.
I decided to make camp for just one more night, and head over to the raider camp the next day.”

“Fascinating!” Warren replies with a stunned look.
We all agree.
We talk some more during our little trip back to the rocks.
Crow looks confused seeing six instead of five people entering the establishment.

I take Argyle trough the lab explaining what had happened, with Warren at my side.
He doesn’t seem to be angry about giving up on him back at Underworld.
After trying on his new gear, I even give him the Quantum assault rifle with scope to make up for abandoning him.
He looks satisfied with them, although I could never really tell if he’s happy or not.

Awesome! This just gets better and better!

One mistake in the new chapter though, when Argyle says "so I killed him with my bear hands" it should be "so I killed him with my bare hands"

Lavanoth, this is epic stuff. Almost as good as my fanfic, oj. This is brilliant. When you said it was going to end in a few chapters, my spirits dropped. So I turned on GNR. I know it's a little repetitive, but it's keeps the morale up. 17/10.

No, that's right.
He does actually have BEAR hands...

But seriously, thank you for pointing it out, I'll fix it right away.

And thank you Ribbotson!!, I try to write as much as possible before... THE END! (star wars darth vader tune)

0/10! You forgot to put the GNR part! >:( Nah, just kidding 9/10, i deducted one for not much action in that chapter.

AAH! only a 9!?

lol Skippy, a 9 because their isn't much action. I'm very happy with a nine

But back to business: I'll start writing on the next chapter.

I know, I know, this one took a while.
But it's here! And it's long!
And it has it all!
Read & Comment! (pretty please)


Mind & Metal

“Has everyone got what he needs?” I shout to the men who still seem to be in ecstasy.
“Sir, yes sir!” Fincher replies in a loud and low voice while saluting me as a soldier.
“Cut the crap Fincher, we need to be in top shape if we want to pull this off.”
Roo has shown me Fort Bannister on the pip-boy map, alongside with a lot of inside information.
Quite frankly, the fort doesn’t seem to be that far away from Rockopolis.
Just two days of travel, in a normal pass.

Everyone looks sharp in their new outfits with their new guns.
Argyle seems to have a bit of trouble with his armor though, but that’s probably because he’s used to his leather jacket.
The black combat helmets with the white stripe are a nice addition and a handy one too.
The Talon Company wears full black gear, so the last thing we want is having our own guys shooting at each other.

You almost can’t see Harry the Brahmin anymore, being covered with all kinds of equipment.
He still seems to be capable of walking though.
So we take off to our biggest battle yet.
Fincher moves up front while Roo scouts ahead, Crow and Harry behind him, Warren following and Kemar in the back.
I’m aside Fincher to make sure that we keep moving in the right direction.

With every step we take, everyone gets a bit tenser.
We’re just two miles further, but already Roo has emptied his magazine on some Molerats.
If he keeps going at that speed, we’ll be all out of ammo before dusk.
I tell him to take it easy a bit and he agrees, but he still looks like he just took an overdose of Buffout.

Just when everyone gets a bit relaxed, Roo comes up running at us again.
This time he's beeing chased by a fiersome looking Deathclaw.
His dual 10mm’s don’t do much damage to the creature; it just seems to get him more pissed off.
As I learned previously, the Quantum weapons don’t appear to do any harm either, so the best option is to use, yet again, grenades.

The plasma grenade I inherited from Donovan still seems to be in my pocket, though I changed my outfit.
I decide to put it in good use and set it loose on the sand coloured monster.
Roo is still in a far enough range from the creature, so I throw the grenade without hesitating.
It glides through the air in a beautiful curve and gently ticks on the Deathclaw’s head before bouncing off.

The modest explosion gives out a last hiss and reduces its target to a small puddle of green goo.
The danger is gone but no-one seems to notice.
Everyone is still looking around them as though there could be e second wave of attacks.
As we slowly start walking again, I pass the green puddle and notice that not everything is reduced to goo.
“Wait, what’s this?” I tell to anyone who listens. “Is that one of those headbands?”

Warren walks up to me to examine the metal device I hold in my hands.
“So that’s what you were talking about?” He asks.
“Yeah, but it looks a bit different from the ones at the Mall.” I reply to him.
He takes the headband out of my hands and starts examinating it even more.
“Fascinating,” he starts. “I think I could… no that wouldn’t… but if I…”

“Warren, you’re making no sense to us at all.” Fincher says confusingly.
Warren looks at him a bit distracted.
“Oh, yeah I’m sorry. I don’t seem to have the resources to make it though.”
Fincher just looks more confused. “Make what? I think you’re finally getting senile, old man.”
Warren looks back at the device. “Yes, well, let’s get going, shall we?”

With everyone looking rather disorientated, we continue our trip towards Fort Bannister.
Every now and then, Warren talks to himself in more non logical sentences.
The trip doesn’t last half an hour before Roo runs back at us yet again.
From the uncontrolled signing he makes, I expect that there’s a camp on the other side of the next hill.

We leave Harry the Brahmin at some rocks and start crawling to the top of the hill.
There’s a small camp just 300 metres away. It seems that they are enclave.
It’s just one officer and two soldiers in heavy armor.
They look imposing, but you just have to know where to hit them.
Luckily for us, Fincher knows exactly where that is.

He takes out the two soldiers in one breath, hitting them both in their neck.
The officer doesn’t seem to know what’s going on, looking frightened around her.
She immediately runs towards one of two large cages and opens it.
Another big old Deathclaw jumps out and starts looking around him.
After a few sniffs, he turns around towards us and starts running.

But he doesn’t get very far. Warren, Kemar and Argyle have all thrown frag grenades right towards the beast.
The creature falls down with a last growl, never to get up again.
The officer seems to look even more frightened after our little show, and decides to put her hands up.
“What!? That little coward! I’ll show her.” Fincher shouts as he grabs his sniper rifle.

“No!” Warren quickly replies. “I can use her help.”
He runs towards the young officer and starts talking rapidly against her.
She nods a few times and runs over to some container, grabbing various objects from them.
We all look in awe as Warren starts tinkering with all the devices on an old metal table.

“I think we should make camp here, for tonight.”
He quickly says after I give him a questioning look.
“No time to explain, just wait and see.”
Argyle gives out a snarl, but we do as he says and put up our small home made tents.
We tie up the officer girl and take turns to guard her.

Warren spends the entire night on the table making god knows what.
After a while, most of us lose interest and get to bed.
The night passes slowly, as I still can’t sleep.
I haven’t slept for weeks, though I’m sure Ghouls normally sleep.
Argyle normally may look like he never sleeps, but right now, he snores like a baby.

Even food doesn’t taste as it used to.
I don’t even seem to need it anymore, unless it’s radiated.
That seems to still my hunger.
I have to admit, being a Ghoul isn’t all that great.
Sure, you live hundreds of years, but I don’t think any girl would want me anymore.
I even saw in that officer girl’s eyes a look of disgust when our eyes met.

Just as I’m beginning to feel my eyes get heavier, Warren pops his head in my tent.
“IT’S FINISHED!” He shouts just an inch away from my ears.
“You didn’t need to shout it that hard.” I reply to him, irritated.
“I’m sorry,” he says “but I’m just so excited. Let’s test it!”
I get out of the tent to see all the sleepy faces around me.

The only ones who seem wide awake are the tied up girl and Warren himself.
Warren passes everyone a small armband and starts explaining.
“Here, put these on. It’ll prevent you from being attacked.”
“Attacked by what?” Kemar replies with a look of distrust.
“You’ll see.”

Warren walks to the device and straps it around his waist.
The device doesn’t look that big, but the antenna attached to it does.
“Hey wait, isn’t that my…” at that moment Crow’s trousers drop to his ankles. “…my belt”
The entire group laughs. “Yeah,” Warren says. “I needed it.”
Crow looks poisoned. “Sure, go ahead.” He says sarcastically. “I’m used to donate everything anyway.”

Warren walks over to the girl and unties her. “Here, put this on.”
He says after handing her the metal headband.
She looks as if she wants to refuse, but as soon as Argyle prods his gun in her thigh, she puts it on her head quite fast.
“Now I just hope this’ll work.” Warren says while pushing buttons on the device.

Suddenly it gives a strange beep, and the look in the girl’s eyes go completely blank.
“It works!” Warren shouts out. “Now she’ll do anything to protect us.”
I walk over to her and look her right in the eyes.
She doesn’t seem to look disgusted at me anymore.
“I love gadgets.” And I turn on GNR.
A bit repetitive, but you know, keeps the morale up.

Hurrah! 9.5/10. A few, minor spelling mistakes here and there, but other than that, good stuff. And I was hoping they were going to get a Deathclaw called Fluffy. D:

Thank you yet again Ribbotson, If you point out the spelling mistakes, I'm happy to kill them.

I hope you guys won't kill me for this but... There's only one chapter left. The final chaper.
It's going to be long, and I'll try to explain everything in it, but after that, the DotW is over.

Hope everyone liked it this far, and I'll try towrite a booming end

I think you got a few of 'em recently. Here's one I noticed.

"With everyone looking rather disorientated, we continue our trip towards Ford Bannister."

To

"With everyone looking rather disorientated, we continue our trip towards Fort Bannister."

Thank you, got it.

They'll be in for a surprise when they find out that Ford Bannister ISN'T a car! :mellow:

This is amazing i've just finished reading 10/10!!

Plus when warren says "I'm so exited" it's meant to be "I'm so excited" cause hes not a door lol. Or maybe he is.

Anyway great work you may have inspired me to write a fanfic.