» Sat May 28, 2011 3:14 am
Oh my... I hope im not to late... ))
Max opened his eyes to find himself lying down in his bed, the steel walls of his room surrounding him. He let out a groan, gazing at his blue eyes through the reflection on one of the walls. Black hair could be seen on the top of his head, and a small bruise on the right side. He recalled... falling down stairs.
Great... Head of Security is not going to like this. Max thought to himself, trying to find out how long he had been knocked out. Letting out a sigh, Max rolled himself out of the bed and went to a large metal wardrobe. Opening it, many Vault-Suits could be seen. Max grabbed one, slipping himself into it. After doing the usual waking up routine, Max made his way to the cafeteria.
I better not lose my job.
Suddenly, a announcement could be heard from the Overseer throughout the vault.
" Vault 118, all security forces are to enact security protocol Velvet. Lockdown of all residencies has been ordered. Today citizens of vault 118, you have been chosen to repopulate the wasteland. Vault tec gave you a home, and you have to pay this great nation back for its troubles it has endured. As of now ,all maintenance personal are to prepare the GECK for deployment. Security is to surround the vault door, we are now part of a new identity. Vault city 2A. Known only as the Eastern Vault city. I hope you all are anxious. I understand there are doubts of this sudden plan, but let me assure, you, all is well. Security will provide cover of civilian personall while maintenance prepares to expand the city. Buidlings will be erected under the supervision and guise of the Maintenance and Security division. Daily rations are to be provided to the soldiers by all vault culinary personal. We expand today!"
Great. As soon as we wake up from a accident, the most biggest part of my duty starts. GREAT!
Max began to run toward the armory of the vault, inputting a code and entering. He armored himself with Vault-combat armor, it painted more blue then green as a choice of Max. He preferred to not stand out to much while patrolling. He then walked to a man with gray hair who sat at a table, many laser pistols visible.
"Max!" the old man said, grinning, "Bout time you woke up."
"No time to talk Mike, I need my gun, now."
The old man nodded, pulling open a jour underneath the table and handing a 10.MM Pistol to Mike, then giving him about six ammo cartridges.
"Sure yeh dont want any Laser Pistols this time? After all, we are leaving..."
"You know me Mike. Lasers are not my style." Max said, turning and heading toward the Vault Door. t