Assassin's Creed Wasteland

The snow fell over the streets of Anchorage Alaska. Four figures clad in hooded stealth armor stood over a small fishing village that Chinese communists had occupied in their fight to talk the oil refinery. Each had a separate color hood. Blue, Black, Green, and purple.

This is Uncle Sam to Team Venture, come in Team Venture. Over. A voice over the radio said.

The one in blue hood took out his walky-talky and said. This is Jordan Frye leader of team Venture, me and my team have eyes on the settlement, what are your orders. Over.

You are to infiltrate and retake the village and eliminate the Chinese commander stationed there. The man on the radio said. It would also help to  know what the Chinese are planing, so take as many prisoners you can.

Which is why you sent us. Jordan responded.

Yes, I understand two of your siblings are masters of hand to hand combat. The man on the radio said. Your sisters, agents Bethany and Ciara Frye Right?

Yep and Isaac is the Hacker, and I'm the stealth expert. Jordan said sarcastically.

Then quit the sass and get that settlement back solider. The man before signing off said. Over and out.

You know. Ciara said. I heard that the Chinese Commander is one of the Tiger Templars.

Those creeps still call themselves Templars. Jordan said with a smirk. Even though their at war with Abstergo and very other american business.

Who nows maybe the Templars are finally breaking. Isaac said while looking through his binoculars.

Bethany slung her custom crowbar over her shoulder and said. After 10 centuries, it's about time those control freaks lose their grip on the world.

Either way we have a mission to do. Jordan said in a professional tone. Isaac you disable the alarms and automated turrets, Bethany you and Ciara knock out as many guards as you can, and I'll take out the commander let's go.

The four ran down the cliffside towards the town and made their way to the gate that the Chinese had set up. Once they reached the gate, Isaac used his Pip-boy to hack the gate controls, opened it, and unintentionally set off a alarm.

So much for stealth. Jordan said to himself.

The Chinese began firing on them. Bethany, Ciara, and Isaac all activated their stealth-boys as Jordan climbed up a building to avoid the fighting. Jordan knew his siblings could handle themselves, he didn't have time to be worried, he needed to kill the Chinese commander before he got away. As he reached the last house he saw the commander running from the firefight. Jordan jumped of the roof and chased the commander though the town using the ice on the ground to increase speed. Jordan ran onto a ramp and used his hidden blade to kill the commander as he turned a corner. They both enter the Animus plain.

Hahahahaha, you may kill me but you will never win. The commander said.

We're not the ones who are divide against our main force, Tiger Templar. Jordan retorted.

HAHAHA, you think I was referring to you as an assassin, No I'm referring to you as a american. The commander said.

What, do you mean the Chinese have some sort of trup-card for winning the war. Jordan said now mildly intrigued.

No we cannot win, however we CAN make sure you do not win either. The commander said bitterly.

What do you mean, Tell me. Jordan demanded.

I tell you only so you can prepare, One day in the near future we will rein hell-fire down upon you all, Templar, Assassin, Bystander, All shall perish. The commander said before dying of blood loss.

Maybe the ones on the surface, but we will prepare for a better future underground. Jordan said before exiting the Animus plain leaving only one person. A boy about 19 years old.

Exit memory sequence. The boy said before the Animus plain dissipated around him.

Exiting memory sequence. A computerized female voice sound from the void. Now entering Vault 17B multi-user training server. Welcome back Edward Frye.

Suddenly a metal hallway formed that lead to big courtyard fill with other figures dressed in all manner of hooded training robes in custom colors. Some were sparing with one another, others were practicing their marksmanship with throwing weapons and firearms.

Edward Fyre. The female voice from before called out. Please make your way to the grandmasters quarters.

Edward walked out of the hallway and up to a entrance of a large room. He put his hand on the door and let it scan his finger prints. The door opened into a large circular room with nine men dressed in robes all standing in a circle around the assassin emblem.

You summoned me Grandmaster. Edward said blankly.

Yes young one. The Grandmaster said. We understand that you have recently lived through the memories of your farther, Jordan Frye correct.

No, Jordan was my uncle. Edward corrected. Isaac was my father.

Ah yes my mistake. The grandmaster said smiling. anyway that's not why we call this meeting.

Then what is the reason you did. Edward asked.

As you know it has been at least 200 years since the bombs fell, The Grandmaster began. And if the Templars have not already ventured out of their vaults they most likely will soon. Which is why we need someone to leave and retrieve the Pieces of Eden. We have chosen to send you to complete this task.

Why me. Edward asked skeptically.

Because you are by far the most skilled assassin in the vault. The Grandmaster said in a professional tone.

Very well. Edward said proudly. I'll get the Pieces of Eden and defeat any Templars I meet.

Then as overseer of this vault, and Grandmaster of the Assassins, I give you clearance to exit the Cryo-Animus. We have collected and restored all the tools of all the great assassin's as well as the traitor Shay Cormack. I don't know why you insisted his gear be added into the collection.

What can I say? Edward say sarcastically. I like his style, Besides he has some good gear for someone from his time.

Speaking of which. A man with glasses said. I took the liberty of stocking the armory with some more "modern" weapons and equipment such as some modified Pip-boy 3000s, Stealth-boys, Millimeter Pistols, Shotguns, Sniper rifles, Automatic weapons, all with special ammo and attachments. I was even able to pull a few favors and get you a set of Power T-60f Armor and a Gauss rifle, In case you need them.

Thank you. Edward said in a grateful tone.

Edward, time is of the essence. The grandmaster said in a impatient tone. Every second we spend talking, grants the Templars more time to plan. NOW GO.

Understood Grandmaster. Edward said respectfully. I'll come back as soon as I can. Exit Cryo-Animus.

Exiting Cryo-Animus. The female said as the whole world dissipated around Edward.

Edward woke up in a chamber of ice that was melting rapidly. He fell onto the dusty metal floor and shook his head and looked around. All around him were the Cryo-Animus tubes of his fellow assassins. He made his way to the armory while still getting use to his body. Once in the armory he swapped out his wet hoody and sweatpants for a vault-tec Jumpsuit with The assassin emblem where the number of the vault should be.

This will do for a undershirt. Edward said to himself.

He put on his Jumpsuit then searched the pockets of his hoody and pulled out a golden pendent with the assassin emblem carved into it.

Edward gripped the trinket in his hand and said. Not going anywhere without you.

He put on his pendent, Put his wet clothes in his dusty locker to dry, and made his way to the Ancient Assassin robes and Weapon racks, then took everything he needed. (refer to the introduction for weapon list)

Looks like I have everything I need. Edward said while checking his new Pip-boy's inventory sorter. I wonder how they got this H.U.D. to be on my vision.

He made his way to the giant vault door. It was plastered with the assassin emblem instead of a number like the Jumpsuit. Edward walked over to the gate controls and activated the opening mechanism. The massive steel door began to open with a loud metallic screech. Suddenly a massive clawed had reached into the room. As the door continued to open it reviled a creature that looked like it ross up from the bowels of hell itself. The heads up display of Edward Pip-boy labeled as a Rabid DeathClaw.

Edward pulled his 12 Gauge shotgun out and loaded 8 Dragon's Breath shells into the mag. The Rabid DeathClaw became more ferocious as the door continued to open, it had the look of bloodlust in it's eyes. Edward trained his sights on the Rabid DeathClaw's head using V.A.T.S., When the beast finally got in, It ran towards Edward with blinding speed. Edward was only able to fire off seven shots before the DeathClaw picked him up in one hand a mistake on it's part. Edward shoved the barrel down the creatures through and fired, blasting a gapping hole of blood, flesh, spinal fluid, and fire out the other side of the DeathClaw's neck.

Edward fell to the floor along with the corpse. This was the first time he had ever killed something, sure it wasn't easy but he did it. A new feeling coursed threw him, it wasn't bloodlust it was Adrenaline. Edward felt more alive than ever, he needed a trophy. He looked at the hand that still gripped his body. Using Adewele's machete he cut off both the DeathClaws hands, he then deboned them, skinned them, and tanned the leather.

After 10 minutes he had made two clawed gloves from the hands of the DeathClaw. Edward walked out of the vault, and into the harsh desert of the Mojave Wasteland. He began to walk North but was stopped by a invisible force. He felt the strange barrier with his hand. It was like plastic rap he used his new DeathClaw Gauntlets (as he dub them) to cut through the strange substance almost immediately a vortex of multicolored light sucked him into where he had just made the cut, then closed after he passed through. The next thing Edward saw baffled him where multicolored anthropomorphic ponies.

What the fresh fuck. Edward said before getting knocked unconscious by the force of the imploding portal.