Mojave Dust On My Bootsby Starreaper088ChaptersOne last time, for the hell of it.I dare you.Don't talk to me.One last time, for the hell of it.It was dark, almost to dark. The only light that was shed on the area was that coming from the moon and the strip miles away. Walker sat atop a lone ridge looking down upon a large canyon with many legion dogs. "According to that recording the guy is camping beside the river at the other end of this canyon. Best to get a start." He told himself pulling the sniper rifle from the duffel bag on his back; it was upgraded with a silencer and carbon fiber parts to make it lighter. Looking down the scope he aimed at a lone legion scout. "Lights out buddy." He pulled the trigger and watched as the body fell down with a new blood stain on the canyon floor. He quickly readjusted his aim and fired at the next guy. Body after body fell until eventually he missed. The Legion runner looked up and was about to run when a bullet blew out his right leg. Walker slid down the smooth canon wall and put the rifle on his back again. Walking close he looked down at the man with his leg now missing. Sniveling and crying he looked up at the man standing above him. "Kill me." Was all that was said before Walker pulled his 1911 and put a silenced round through the mans skull. Looking down at the pistol in his hand he remembered the day he bought it from Joshua Graham as well as the HD Slide and Silencer. Grabbing the used shell from the ground he began to search the bodies. 25 Denarius and a couple of pistol rounds (to which would later be used to make .45 rounds) later he was moving through the canyon again. He had the pistol out and was in a crouch surveying the area. He wore the Elite Riot Gear with the low light optic helmet. In his duffel bag he had his sniper rifle, the survivalist rifle, some binoculars, a shovel, his health stuff, food, a spare of clothes, items to fix damages on his clothes, misc items, etc. On his side he wore his silenced 1911, and on his left hip a broad machete, underneath of his duster was a special toy for those dark moments. Walker just kept walking, silence. It was that old eerie silence that comes from the empty of the waste and chills you even under the Mojave sun. In Big Mountain there was a record, a small room in the corner of the complex. It was so quiet you could hear your blood flowing. Walker walked in it once, when he heard the silence it was like nothing he could even understand, then he remembered the silence of the waste and how hearing nothing was worse than hearing your blood flow. The sound of his blood distracted him, but in the waste the sound of nothing allows you to think, and in a world like this, that is not a good thing. He opened the door to the small shack that was the destination of the package. "Anyone home?" Nothing. Yet something, a creaking noise it sounded like. Closing the door he walked to the back. BOOM Turning he saw a mother death claw standing where the wall once had been with a murderous look on her face. When she swung he jumped over the low sweep and out the hole. Rolling out of the dive he looked around for something to use to help defeat her. To one side sat a dead legionnaire with a hunting shotgun by his side. Looking back he saw her swing again and jumped toward the dead scout. Grabbing the shotgun he flipped around and began firing in her direction. When he emptied the shotgun he looked to see he had blown out her right eye and nothing more. "Fuck me." Jumping up and throwing down the shotgun he ran back toward the shack. Stopping at the hole in the wall he reached under his duster. Out from the coat came a shimmering 1911 with a short barrel and inscriptions in Greek, the trigger was skelatonized and the handle was snake skin. He had found what the writing meant a long time ago and started shouting it when he used the pistol. "And the light shineth in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not!" He yelled unloading the clip into the abomination. Stumbling forward as Walker reloaded the pistol it snarled before jumping back at him. Jumping back he made for somewhere deeper in the shack. Running in he felt himself go airborne as it hit him. Smashing into a shelf he closed his eyes and put the gun barrel to his head. "Momma forgive me." In a swift motion he aimed at a box of landmines that had been sitting next to the opening. As the deathclaw entered the round hit the mines and exploded, taking the deathclaws legs with them. The explosion hit a circut box on the wall and caused it to explode. Before it completely was destroyed he traced it to a strange terminal in the corner. Attached to the terminal by a cord was what looked like a transportalonder. "This can't end well." As the last word left his lips the terminal exploded and a shock-wave hit him. It was unlike the Big Mountain Transportalponder in he didn't feel anything. It was like he was nothing, and there was nothing. After a moment he felt something like a wall slamming him. For a moment he could see the forest and a something blue flying through the air; then darkness as he passed out. I dare you.Walker walked quietly through a field of trees. At first the sight of all the green, in contrast to what he usually saw in the waste, was over whelming. After a few minutes of seeing it, he was sick of it. Looking at his Pip-Boy 3000 he looked into the files that he downloaded. Selecting a song was difficult task. Eventually he settled on a song by the Ink Spot's. We Three (My echo, My shadow, and Me) After a few minutes of walking something following him through the tree's caught his attention. Using the enhanced indicator on helmet, provided by his Pip-Boy, he found the follower. "Hello little horse-thing." He said to the little red mained, cream colored filly in the bush. Screaming it jumped for a second and huddled by a tree. Shrugging he continued walking. "W-wait!" it called after him. Turning he looked at it. "Were are you going?" Ahh, the million cap question. "To kill something." "Why would you do that?" "Because it's fun." "How can killing be fun?" Getting tired of the back and forth he began to pull his .45 from it's holster. "I'll show you." Before he could do anything a voice called out from close by. "Applebloom? Where are you? Don't you know this part of the farm is off limits?" Came an accent very similar to the little filly before him. Sighing he crouched down and made away while the filly was distracted. Sighing happily that he got away from these pony weirdo's for a while he continued listening to music. Again another follower. "Can I fucking help you?" He yelled turning to look at whoever was behind him. Standing behind him with a smile was a tall chimera, he may not be the most educated but he did remember a few odd books from the Vault. "Ooooh such anger!" he said happily. "Oh forgive me. I am Discord, local god of chaos. And you are one fine chaotic specimen." Walking up he put a hand on Walker's shoulder and was about to say something when he was cut off. "Take your hand off me. You ever touch me again, I'll strangle you with your intestines and then fuck the dead body with them." He said coldly to him. "Wouldn't that still be rape?" He asked Walker. Walker just laughed. "Dead bodies are like mutes... they can't say no, so there is no rape." Discord still hadn't moved his hand from his shoulder just to toy with Walker. Without warning he grabbed the bird claw and twisted it back behind Discord, kicking him in the back of the knee as well. "UNCLE UNCLE!" He yelled to the man. "Will you ever try and touch me again?!" He said flexing it back a little bit more. When he got a good response he released and kicked the chimera down. "Good, rusty cum bucket." He spat before walking away. "Maybe I should have chosen someone else. Stupid sky spirits already claiming the Dweller." Discord pouted. "Where are you going anyway?" He called to Walker. "To find something to kill. Maybe a few things." Walker yelled back at him, pulling the Survivalist Rifle from his bag. It was going to be a bloody afternoon. Don't talk to me.Walker sat at the long table in the sparkly clean palace. He had already eaten a breakfast of pork 'n beans and was doing some periodic weapon maintenance, ol' Three Dog would be proud. It had been a week since he had the incident in that town to the east with some griffons. To his left sat sun butt looking a bit awkward. "So," She started. "How are you this morning Messiah?" He just continued to swab the pieces of his .45. "Are yo-" She was cut off by Walker pulling up the gas mask on his helmet and belched. "Don't talk to me." Was all he said before reassembling the .45 in lightning speed and pulling out his broad machete. "You know Messiah," said the only other human at the table. "If you wanted I could make that sword so that you never have to repair it again. I'd just have to take it down to the smithy and enforce it with some of the Skyforge steel I carry." Walker looked at him quizzically. "How many caps?" Since he was 19 he had been using caps as a currency, it was just one of those things he wouldn't give up. HH ( the nickname he had given the other man, short for Horse- Humper) gave a curious expression. "I don't know about caps but I'll do it for free." How...friendly, he didn't like it. "What are you going to do to it, make it so that when I touch it, it explodes?!" It had been a good long while since anyone had done anything for him, 'specially concerning taking his weapons. "No, I was just being friendly. After breakfast I'll take it down and work on it, you can watch if you want." That would make it easier. Nodding he agreed and continued to work on the other weapons. After about ten minutes another voice spoke up. "Excuse me sir, could you please take that dreadfully nasty, noisy business elsewhere, this guy sounded like a prick. Looking up he could see a white stallion with a blonde mane looking at him from just down the table. Smiling Walker drew his head back a bit, without warning he hocked a lougi at the stallions bowl. Everyone at the table went silent, a few mares actually seemed to have fainted. "How dare you! The other human may have bested me but you shall not! A duel in the courtyard now!" The stallion yelled. Selfridg leaned toward Luna and whispered something to her. "Blueblood doesn't know it but Messiah is almost as well trained as me, if he really sets in on him then we won't be able to save Blueblood." In the courtyard Walker stood across from the stallion in the courtyard. In Blueblood's magic was a rapier of high quality, in Walker's hands...nothing. "Where is your sword?!" he called at Walker. "Don't need one." He yelled back standing in wait. Blueblood huffed and ran at him. The way he carried the sword brought back bad memories for Walker. It was the same way the first man, a security guard in his vault carried the baton he started to beat him with, it was the was a raider that stabbed him carried his combat knife, the way the Legate carried The Monster of the east. Everyone watched as Walker shook his head violently. Blueblood stopped and starred for a moment before the shaking stopped. Walker looked up at him with a crazed look. Slowly he began to walk toward the stallion. When he got close he grabbed him by the neck and smiled evilly at him. "I'm gonna have a bit of fun with you." Turning Blueblood in his hand he started smashing his face into the ground. "This is for the Elder Lyons! This is for my dad! This is for the waste! And this is for retribution!" He yelled at him. When he felt someone pull on his hand and release his grip he began bringing the steel toe of his right boot against the stallions gut. "Let him go Messiah!" Someone yelled pulling him back feebly. Walker kicked back at whoever was trying to pull him and they released. Grabbing the stallions bloody face he brought the bash-plate on his helmet against his nose. Getting up he grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "Death would be a fun release now wouldn't it?!" Without warning he reached over with his free hand and twisted Bluebloods hoof backward. Even through the screams he continued to twist it. When a sickening snap was heard across the courtyard he dropped Bluebloods shaking body. "Oh did I hurt you? Here I know medicine let me help." Unbuckling the belt that ran below his bandoleer he pulled out his lighter. Slowly he heated up the metal star that adorned the belt. "I'm going to cauterize the wounds first." Before anyone could respond he pushed the burning hot metal star against his face. Another scream echoed through the courtyard, louder and with far more intensity. Buckling the belt back he began to walk away. Everyone ran over to check on Blueblood, he was alive but brutally beaten. "Shouldn't have been talking shit." Was all they heard before Walker left the courtyard.
One last time, for the hell of it.It was dark, almost to dark. The only light that was shed on the area was that coming from the moon and the strip miles away. Walker sat atop a lone ridge looking down upon a large canyon with many legion dogs. "According to that recording the guy is camping beside the river at the other end of this canyon. Best to get a start." He told himself pulling the sniper rifle from the duffel bag on his back; it was upgraded with a silencer and carbon fiber parts to make it lighter. Looking down the scope he aimed at a lone legion scout. "Lights out buddy." He pulled the trigger and watched as the body fell down with a new blood stain on the canyon floor. He quickly readjusted his aim and fired at the next guy. Body after body fell until eventually he missed. The Legion runner looked up and was about to run when a bullet blew out his right leg. Walker slid down the smooth canon wall and put the rifle on his back again. Walking close he looked down at the man with his leg now missing. Sniveling and crying he looked up at the man standing above him. "Kill me." Was all that was said before Walker pulled his 1911 and put a silenced round through the mans skull. Looking down at the pistol in his hand he remembered the day he bought it from Joshua Graham as well as the HD Slide and Silencer. Grabbing the used shell from the ground he began to search the bodies. 25 Denarius and a couple of pistol rounds (to which would later be used to make .45 rounds) later he was moving through the canyon again. He had the pistol out and was in a crouch surveying the area. He wore the Elite Riot Gear with the low light optic helmet. In his duffel bag he had his sniper rifle, the survivalist rifle, some binoculars, a shovel, his health stuff, food, a spare of clothes, items to fix damages on his clothes, misc items, etc. On his side he wore his silenced 1911, and on his left hip a broad machete, underneath of his duster was a special toy for those dark moments. Walker just kept walking, silence. It was that old eerie silence that comes from the empty of the waste and chills you even under the Mojave sun. In Big Mountain there was a record, a small room in the corner of the complex. It was so quiet you could hear your blood flowing. Walker walked in it once, when he heard the silence it was like nothing he could even understand, then he remembered the silence of the waste and how hearing nothing was worse than hearing your blood flow. The sound of his blood distracted him, but in the waste the sound of nothing allows you to think, and in a world like this, that is not a good thing. He opened the door to the small shack that was the destination of the package. "Anyone home?" Nothing. Yet something, a creaking noise it sounded like. Closing the door he walked to the back. BOOM Turning he saw a mother death claw standing where the wall once had been with a murderous look on her face. When she swung he jumped over the low sweep and out the hole. Rolling out of the dive he looked around for something to use to help defeat her. To one side sat a dead legionnaire with a hunting shotgun by his side. Looking back he saw her swing again and jumped toward the dead scout. Grabbing the shotgun he flipped around and began firing in her direction. When he emptied the shotgun he looked to see he had blown out her right eye and nothing more. "Fuck me." Jumping up and throwing down the shotgun he ran back toward the shack. Stopping at the hole in the wall he reached under his duster. Out from the coat came a shimmering 1911 with a short barrel and inscriptions in Greek, the trigger was skelatonized and the handle was snake skin. He had found what the writing meant a long time ago and started shouting it when he used the pistol. "And the light shineth in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not!" He yelled unloading the clip into the abomination. Stumbling forward as Walker reloaded the pistol it snarled before jumping back at him. Jumping back he made for somewhere deeper in the shack. Running in he felt himself go airborne as it hit him. Smashing into a shelf he closed his eyes and put the gun barrel to his head. "Momma forgive me." In a swift motion he aimed at a box of landmines that had been sitting next to the opening. As the deathclaw entered the round hit the mines and exploded, taking the deathclaws legs with them. The explosion hit a circut box on the wall and caused it to explode. Before it completely was destroyed he traced it to a strange terminal in the corner. Attached to the terminal by a cord was what looked like a transportalonder. "This can't end well." As the last word left his lips the terminal exploded and a shock-wave hit him. It was unlike the Big Mountain Transportalponder in he didn't feel anything. It was like he was nothing, and there was nothing. After a moment he felt something like a wall slamming him. For a moment he could see the forest and a something blue flying through the air; then darkness as he passed out.
I dare you.Walker walked quietly through a field of trees. At first the sight of all the green, in contrast to what he usually saw in the waste, was over whelming. After a few minutes of seeing it, he was sick of it. Looking at his Pip-Boy 3000 he looked into the files that he downloaded. Selecting a song was difficult task. Eventually he settled on a song by the Ink Spot's. We Three (My echo, My shadow, and Me) After a few minutes of walking something following him through the tree's caught his attention. Using the enhanced indicator on helmet, provided by his Pip-Boy, he found the follower. "Hello little horse-thing." He said to the little red mained, cream colored filly in the bush. Screaming it jumped for a second and huddled by a tree. Shrugging he continued walking. "W-wait!" it called after him. Turning he looked at it. "Were are you going?" Ahh, the million cap question. "To kill something." "Why would you do that?" "Because it's fun." "How can killing be fun?" Getting tired of the back and forth he began to pull his .45 from it's holster. "I'll show you." Before he could do anything a voice called out from close by. "Applebloom? Where are you? Don't you know this part of the farm is off limits?" Came an accent very similar to the little filly before him. Sighing he crouched down and made away while the filly was distracted. Sighing happily that he got away from these pony weirdo's for a while he continued listening to music. Again another follower. "Can I fucking help you?" He yelled turning to look at whoever was behind him. Standing behind him with a smile was a tall chimera, he may not be the most educated but he did remember a few odd books from the Vault. "Ooooh such anger!" he said happily. "Oh forgive me. I am Discord, local god of chaos. And you are one fine chaotic specimen." Walking up he put a hand on Walker's shoulder and was about to say something when he was cut off. "Take your hand off me. You ever touch me again, I'll strangle you with your intestines and then fuck the dead body with them." He said coldly to him. "Wouldn't that still be rape?" He asked Walker. Walker just laughed. "Dead bodies are like mutes... they can't say no, so there is no rape." Discord still hadn't moved his hand from his shoulder just to toy with Walker. Without warning he grabbed the bird claw and twisted it back behind Discord, kicking him in the back of the knee as well. "UNCLE UNCLE!" He yelled to the man. "Will you ever try and touch me again?!" He said flexing it back a little bit more. When he got a good response he released and kicked the chimera down. "Good, rusty cum bucket." He spat before walking away. "Maybe I should have chosen someone else. Stupid sky spirits already claiming the Dweller." Discord pouted. "Where are you going anyway?" He called to Walker. "To find something to kill. Maybe a few things." Walker yelled back at him, pulling the Survivalist Rifle from his bag. It was going to be a bloody afternoon.
Don't talk to me.Walker sat at the long table in the sparkly clean palace. He had already eaten a breakfast of pork 'n beans and was doing some periodic weapon maintenance, ol' Three Dog would be proud. It had been a week since he had the incident in that town to the east with some griffons. To his left sat sun butt looking a bit awkward. "So," She started. "How are you this morning Messiah?" He just continued to swab the pieces of his .45. "Are yo-" She was cut off by Walker pulling up the gas mask on his helmet and belched. "Don't talk to me." Was all he said before reassembling the .45 in lightning speed and pulling out his broad machete. "You know Messiah," said the only other human at the table. "If you wanted I could make that sword so that you never have to repair it again. I'd just have to take it down to the smithy and enforce it with some of the Skyforge steel I carry." Walker looked at him quizzically. "How many caps?" Since he was 19 he had been using caps as a currency, it was just one of those things he wouldn't give up. HH ( the nickname he had given the other man, short for Horse- Humper) gave a curious expression. "I don't know about caps but I'll do it for free." How...friendly, he didn't like it. "What are you going to do to it, make it so that when I touch it, it explodes?!" It had been a good long while since anyone had done anything for him, 'specially concerning taking his weapons. "No, I was just being friendly. After breakfast I'll take it down and work on it, you can watch if you want." That would make it easier. Nodding he agreed and continued to work on the other weapons. After about ten minutes another voice spoke up. "Excuse me sir, could you please take that dreadfully nasty, noisy business elsewhere, this guy sounded like a prick. Looking up he could see a white stallion with a blonde mane looking at him from just down the table. Smiling Walker drew his head back a bit, without warning he hocked a lougi at the stallions bowl. Everyone at the table went silent, a few mares actually seemed to have fainted. "How dare you! The other human may have bested me but you shall not! A duel in the courtyard now!" The stallion yelled. Selfridg leaned toward Luna and whispered something to her. "Blueblood doesn't know it but Messiah is almost as well trained as me, if he really sets in on him then we won't be able to save Blueblood." In the courtyard Walker stood across from the stallion in the courtyard. In Blueblood's magic was a rapier of high quality, in Walker's hands...nothing. "Where is your sword?!" he called at Walker. "Don't need one." He yelled back standing in wait. Blueblood huffed and ran at him. The way he carried the sword brought back bad memories for Walker. It was the same way the first man, a security guard in his vault carried the baton he started to beat him with, it was the was a raider that stabbed him carried his combat knife, the way the Legate carried The Monster of the east. Everyone watched as Walker shook his head violently. Blueblood stopped and starred for a moment before the shaking stopped. Walker looked up at him with a crazed look. Slowly he began to walk toward the stallion. When he got close he grabbed him by the neck and smiled evilly at him. "I'm gonna have a bit of fun with you." Turning Blueblood in his hand he started smashing his face into the ground. "This is for the Elder Lyons! This is for my dad! This is for the waste! And this is for retribution!" He yelled at him. When he felt someone pull on his hand and release his grip he began bringing the steel toe of his right boot against the stallions gut. "Let him go Messiah!" Someone yelled pulling him back feebly. Walker kicked back at whoever was trying to pull him and they released. Grabbing the stallions bloody face he brought the bash-plate on his helmet against his nose. Getting up he grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "Death would be a fun release now wouldn't it?!" Without warning he reached over with his free hand and twisted Bluebloods hoof backward. Even through the screams he continued to twist it. When a sickening snap was heard across the courtyard he dropped Bluebloods shaking body. "Oh did I hurt you? Here I know medicine let me help." Unbuckling the belt that ran below his bandoleer he pulled out his lighter. Slowly he heated up the metal star that adorned the belt. "I'm going to cauterize the wounds first." Before anyone could respond he pushed the burning hot metal star against his face. Another scream echoed through the courtyard, louder and with far more intensity. Buckling the belt back he began to walk away. Everyone ran over to check on Blueblood, he was alive but brutally beaten. "Shouldn't have been talking shit." Was all they heard before Walker left the courtyard.
