War never changes, it almost goes without saying by now. Not much is left of the human race after it chose to eradicate itself with atomic fire on that fateful October day in 2077. The end, many thought, had come. But it appeared to be no more than a clean slate. For what that's worth... Out of the rubble A once mighty society rebuild, in many shapes and forms. Old and new ideas resurfaced, But war... War never changes
You are a lone wanderer in the Empire Wasteland. A Northern frontier of these once mighty United States of America. And although you might think of it as cold, because of the certain "Hot Summer" from days past, the climate, even in winter is warm and sunny. This once incredible metropole now houses a variety of Societies:
'Sanford' a small residential block converted into a safezone and eventually a working community they typically advanced first aid for favors.
'The People's Republic of Chinatown' on the southside is a communist fortress of Red Chinese sympathizers, convinced that one day, their comrades will liberate them.
the 'Raiders Camp' above Queen's ruins is a force to be reckoned with, they are even in the posession of a working prewar Humvee!
'Broadway & Timesquare' are now the center of town, really. Enjoying working electricity, think of it as a smaller New Vegas, filled with theater and casino joints. If you're looking for vice and leisure, you've come to the right place.
'Governor' based on Governor Island is a settlement with a clinic, a research center owned by a mysterious doctor who rarely leaves the island... Then again, most people who go there never come back.
The rest of this world is not worth mentioning or will be added to, by the power of YOUR imagination. (Which I hope will remain within reason). Remember that all of you have a 'pipboy' which can be used for all sorts of handy things. a Map, Radio, Healthstatus, Date, Inventory Measurement... Is there anything that thing can't do? On the other hand, it is completely up to you on how you will proceed in this hostile wasteland.
1. The date is 2277
2. The Races you can be: Human,Ghoul, Android, Beastlord, Dwarf but not Supermutant.
3. You can have a pet, domesticated Molrat or Dog, choice is yours.
4. Don't get too many characters
5. Don't be OP
6. VATS is disabled
7. Guns and Gun wounds work like real life. You cannot survive three bullets to the head...etc. Armored characters be it metal or skin obviously have the edge.
8. New Frontier, New Characters... I count on you people to interact with our self-made NPCs. They don't need a backstory per sé.
9. Any body of water outside Central Park is irradiated and deadly.
10. No random Teleportation, however the Metro lines (the big M's on the map) serve as fast travel points.
11. You can be any faction that already exists but also create a new one. But if you do, make it credible. We don't need a billion 'new orders' and 'secret societies'.
Existing nationwide factions: The Brotherhood of Steel and The Enclave. No NCR here! (obviously)
"I trusted you, I was almost going to call you my mom, but you are doing this. I hate you, I hate you...." Gabriel whispered. Gabriel then notice he had his pocket knife. He slwoly got it out and tried to cut Rook's arm.
The metal sliced into Rook's flesh, easily cutting an inch in and drawing blood. Regardless, it was barely a scratch to what Rook usually recieved in fights. The android glanced down and, with his free hand, relieved Gabriel of his weapon.
"You do not get to say anything Garry!" Morgan snapped. "Go fuck off back to the boat ahead of us if you are getting so annoyed. Go tell Heather you smacked the shit out a kid!" She sighed and returned to give her attention to Gabriel.
"I just need to fix your injuries, kid. I can't if you struggle..."
Gabriel started to kick again, nd leet out a loud sigh. "I don't acre, I don't want to be with you crazy people, insulting me, hurting me, threatining me, lieing to me, I don't need you guys. This is why I hte people, once I gain there trust, they do something like this." Gabriel said.
Gabriel had his revolver. He slowly reached out for that one and shot Rooks arm, to get out of the struggle. "I trusted you, and your doing this......." Gabriel stopped talking and let out loud screams.
"You did this aginst my own will! You all hurt me, pyhiscally and mentally, yet I stayed, and now your doing this, it's not for my own good!" Gabriel shouted at Morgan. His face got red, and he started to hit Rook's arm.
"Fuck it." Martin pulled the kid from Rooks shoulder, Martin pinned him on the ground with both arms to the side."Listen here you don't get to chose whats happen to you in this world, but you can make a bad stiuation better. At your fucking age whatever that is and be a man." Martin got off the boy and rubbed off his pants of dirt.
Rook, frist, took Gabe's pistol and bent the barrel at a 90* angle, before dropping the broken gun in the dirt. He was sick of the kid using the gun on him. He then threw the unconscious boy over his shoulder and rejoined Morgan to head back to the boat.
There was a gaping hole in his forearm, where the muzzle had scortched his flash and the point blank shot had blasted some of it off. The bullet had embedded itself deep, stopping at the titanium bone. It hurt, but he tried to ignore it.
Everything was black for Gabriel. Gabriell then looked up and saw his mother standing before him. "MOM!" Gabriel hugged her. But she wasn't his mom. He looked up and saw the smae ceepy raider. Gabriel then ran into the darkness. He then slowly came back into reality.
Rook stood in a back corner, leaning against the wall. He was examining the bullet wound Gabriel had given him and watching the kid with a certain wariness, almost as if a bodyguard for Morgan. Anyone who shot him certainly deserved it.
"You told them to hold me aginst my own will, you and the other are lunatics, and now since I don't have any of my weapons, ran out of everything, I have ti stay here. You all lied to me, hurt my feelings, threatend me, and all other horrible things, and yet I still have to be here. Rook is a stupid android, threatend me, and ordered me, you told him to hold me aginst my own will, Garry is a jerk, and hurt me physically. Everyone of you is guilty and yet I stay here. So tell me this, do you think you did nothing wrong?" Gabriel asked her.
"Against my own will, you thought it was best and now how will I trust you after this? I don't even have a choice if I want to go or not, my weapons are gone, and I have nothing else. I hate all of you." Gabriel said before sitting back on the bed.
"No I don't. Those weapons are weak, and anyway,you guys would prbably look for me. And I have a higher risk being out there, alone. So I'll stay, but, if you do something like this again, you will regret it. I'm not forgiving you either, and consider what I said, a threat." Gabriel said. He then pput his head down to the floor.
"Just like I trust you to keep me safe..." Morgan offered, giving Rook a meek smile in return. She soon got to work, and removed the bullet efficiently with no major fuck ups. She was now slowly applying the bandage to Rooks arm.
Rook nodded in silent agreement and folded his arms around her shoulders.
The contact on his bare flesh was strange. It rarely ever happened that something that wasn't supposed to hurt touched it. It was the opposite of pain, whatever that might be. Instead of recieving pain data, like he normally would on a contact, he simply recieved evidence the contact was being made, which he could clearly tell with his eyes. That raised the question- why was the contact on his stomach more than just absent pressure?
Rook closed his eyes and his usually stoic expression seemed to be upturned, like he was throughly enjoying himself.
After a long while, Rook eventually pulled away. He was used to Morgan ending it and putting the walls back up again afterwards, so this was an unexpected by pleasant surprise. It was still only pressure to him, but it did please him greatly to know that she did not mind the gesture. He did, however, not know what he was supposed to do now.
"Do you want to go to sleep now?" He asked, resting his forehead against her's.
A few short hours later, in the early morning, just as the sun was beginning to rise, Morgan finally stirred, shivering slightly under the covers. She was still latched on to Rook as if he was the only thing she cared about, which he was, and she looked around blearily, content to remain quiet until he came out of his cooldown cycle.
The old ferry man was staring over to the New Jersey shoreline.
He was slightly hesitant to leave. Those Governors Island people... They scared him. Because most of them knew what they did was wrong, but didn't care. Those kinds of people you best avoid at all costs.
"It's not that. I'm sorry for making fun too but, I'm scared, what happens if we all die when we go to Governors, I almot died yetserday, what will keep us from dying when we go to Govenor's?" Gabriel asked her.
"Deep breaths and staring at the water and thinking about something other than your current illness will help fight the sickness off." He glanced over at Gabe and Garry. "Moving to a quieter part of the ship would also help."
"Your freind over there is a jerk, almost bbroke my nose, slapped me really hard, shouting at me, and alsol, yes." Gabriel said and sighed. His face was still red, and he got a bruise on his eye a bit.
He looked down and was silent. "I got that feeling, my mother died by raiders, the man whoe killed her, they took the body with them, he smiled at me creepily, just give me a minute." Gabriel said before starting to cry.
"Did you say it's good to remember that? You don't know what it is like, seeing your own mom die infront of your eyes, and I want to forget it, but I can't its not good, it's bad!" Gabriel shouted before walking off.
Heather turned around, confused as to what Gabriel was talking about as she meant Garry, though the boy most likely only had confrontation on his mind right now and was willing to take anything as a challenge.
She sighed, heavily and returned to looking out to sea, she was much better with the kids in the pens...
"Morgan, this is serious." Rook said, trying to keep her steady, but failing that, just settled for hooking his arm underneath his shoulder and around her back in order to keep her from wobbling any further. "We will need you on the island. You can not afford to be incapacitated."
The old seadog couldn't care less about the drama happening on his ship. As long as the kid didn't come sobbing on his bridge or start playing with any of the buttons he was content to let it play out among his passengers.
"If ja'll look in te distens ja can see te base of ol' Lady Liberty..." He threw into the group while pointing forward. at a foggy appearance in the mist. It looked like the lower part of a toga with some feet sticking out, the copper was brown and in bad condition, it had turned from a soft gold to a greenish hue through oxidation to now, a harsh scorched brown because of the atomic heat.
"Chinese nuked te shit out 'f it" The captain added, dryly.
"I understand." Agreed Rook, also having experienced some unwelcome interuptions. "Are you thinking about yesterday? Or before then?" Rook said, as ran through his memory logs. Garry's actions appeared to have been spurred on by past events, probably those of his own childhood. Not that Rook would know about childhood trauma. Rook's childhood had been a testing phase, to make sure there weren't any kinks in programming so that he wouldn't turn into an homicidal maniac.
"So that she did not have to be a slave." Rook said, as he watched Garry quiet, suddenly feeling rather... bad. Combat androids had a much less complex empathy center than more humanid androids. But the comparsion of slaves with androids and Morgan with Garry registered with him.
Rook could not self-terminate.
Would he have Morgan kill him, or return a slave? It did not matter- Rook would have found some other way out of it. He would never be in that position. The question was simply a delimna regarding Garry's past. It had no bearing on him.
Garry glanced up, unsure as to what 'misgivings' meant but he assumed it meant 'doubt' or something to that efffect.
"Yeah... Every day... I don't know if what I did was right, wrong... stupid... If there was another way or what." He explained, sighing heavily as he put the gun pieces down and fell back into his chair.
"She knows... But I can't really imagine having this conversation with her, she usually ends up kissin' me or somethin' to shut me up." Garry shrugged, taking hold of a gun part and gently tapping it against the table.
"I do not think she likes animals. I assumed the child would eventually depart, but Morgan seems intent on keeping it with us. I desire this changes, as I do not wish to spend my future with the child."
"He's... He don't learn from anythin' and he is quick to attack, that boy just attracts trouble and if you don't get him in line, he'll bring the both of you down." Garry explained, snapping something back in place.
The ferry narrowly drifted past one of the lurking dangers.
Meanwhile the old capt'n was busy turning the ship's wheel in the pattern that was necessary to avoid these deathtraps. Now the ship's side stood parallel with Governors island in the distance. It was a matter of zigzagging in the right direction really. But one simple slip and they'd be blown sky-high.
"Morgan, negative thoughts will not help." Rook warned. "We are entering a dangerous situation. 'Pre-battle jitters' are a normal thing, but you need to get a handle on yourself. This is a borderline panic attack." He paused, before continuing, "Take deep breaths, look at me, and think about something else, alright?"
Rook glanced over at Heather, then to her arms, judging the mass of her biceps and arms, before relenting.
"Very well." He passed her the 12.7, and let Gabe have the .32. He unclipped his gun belt, that was with him at all times, and removed the pouch in which he stored his shotgun shells, before passing Heather the belt. It had built in straps that held Rook's collection of spare magazines. In fact, he was running low, he have to acquire more bullets.
Heather took the belt and put it on, fastening it around her waist and shoulder, making sure that it was tight. Garry would offer her his 1911 but it only had one round left in it, so it wasn't really of any use to anyone.
"The Chinese got the skematics of how to build their ultimate psychotronic control device from Governor's Island. That means that the people here on this island also knows how to dismantle the object or at least have information we can find useful. Regardless, if we want any chance at defeating Chinese, what we need is here. That means, when you have the oppurtunity, search for key words such as 'psychotronics,' 'People's Republic of China Town,' 'Ania Ray," or 'Empire State Building.' Understood?"
The sailor in question cut the power of the engine. Letting the boat drift for the remainder of the journey at a snails pace but a lot less loud and conspicuous. Which would be the best way to approach lest they wanted to get made.
"Everyone quiet naw..." He instructed all who could hear.
Rook soon returned, dressed in an entirely new outfit. A simple, ragged thing, that exposed both his forearms and everything below the knees, but had a coat that protected him from the wind- sailor's clothes.
Governors Island once used to be a tourist destination before the war. Now it looked unkempt and foreboding. Even though someone lived here, he obviously cared little for the looks of the island. The ferris wheel in the distance creaked in the wind and the red-white and blue paint of which had been eroded away by time. This attraction stood in the distance across a large area that used to be a football field but now was nothing but a large field of dry grass waving in the strong wind that had been conjured up by the approaching storm. No rain as of yet though.
On their right stood the castle, which was part of the original 18th century fort structure and the original purpose of Governor's. A military base. On top of the castle stood a lonesome antenna, this was probably where the clinic was. The rest of the island 'looked' deserted.
It wasn't completely visible but the stone yard up ahead was lit and two men in dirty white overcoats walked out. luckily, the gang was too deeply hidden into the shadows for them to get noticed.
The two seemed to be out for a cigarette break, apparently smoking was not allowed inside. Clearly this place had strict rules. However that didn't stop the two doctors of sorts, to have a lighthearted chuckle between their draws. They were sadly too far away for any of their words to be audible enough, even for Gabriel. After that, they stamped out their fags and got back to work. When the lights went out again, it became very clear that the night had arrived.
The closer they got, the more obvious it seemed this place was very well lit, but most of the light was kept inside because of dirty windows. So all it did was emit some vague brown light. It wouldn't be visible from the financial district of Manhattan island.
The door where the scientists had come and gone from and back in was to the left where some sort of prefab rectangular block that looked tacked on to the original historical fort, started. It didn't look like the main enterence though. Which didn't seem to present itself eitherway for the moment.
"We're going to circle around to the west side of the building, and come at that cover," he pointed to the 'block,' "from there. That's the door we're going to go in through." He pointed to the aforementioned door. "Stay low and stay quiet. Understood?"