Fallout Equestria 76

by Fanliterature101

Rating: teen
Tags: Death, Other, Original Character, Profanity, Adventure, Violence, Crossover, Fallout, Anthro, Gore, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 11071

Due take note, power armor locations in this story are of the game.

"War. War never changes.

In 1776, this great nation accepted that armed conflict was the only way to preserve our rights. To life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. If our founding fathers could only see us now. From Antietam to Amina, Okinawa to Anchorage, we have fought. And now, the Striped Menace is at our doorstep. Democracy itself is under threat, and our nation. That is why today, July 4th, 2076. Three hundred years after our great nation began, we gather together to honor the completion, of Vault 76. This sprawling underground shelter may have been engineered by Vault-Tec. But it was built by you. The good people of Mareica. So that if the bombs do come, if the end does come, our way of life will endure. But not everyone will be saved. Those, chosen to enter this vault, must be our best and our brightest. For when the fighting has stopped, and the fallout has settled. You must rebuild. Not just walls, not just buildings, but hearts and minds. And ultimately, Mareica itself. So as we stand here today, we pray that the world will know peace. But, if that is not our destiny, if war must come, we stand here together knowing that in Vault 76, our future...

Begins."

Published 2018-09-13 02:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-10-13 16:42:43 UTC

Chapter One

Chapter One
Story: Fallout Equestria 76
by Fanliterature101

25 years later...

Vault 76

Friday, October 26th, 2102

21:45 PM

I can hear them, the words they say, the joy in their voices. They celebrate for the day that is to come. The day where everyone will be home, where everyone will be free. Reclamation Day. I can see them, all of them. They laugh, they play. They eat and they drink. Some are near me, others are in the auditorium below, and the rest in the cafeteria behind me. Though the emotion of happiness and love shared throughout the vault. I feel nothing, as of the moment anyway. I peer off into the distance, raise my hand to my face, and take a drink from the glass I held. The feeling of seltzer and the flavor of cherry fills my taste buds. Sparkle~Cherry. In here, it's a common beverage to see anyone drink. Other than Sparkle~Colas, are your regular beverages and alcohols. Whiskey, Bourbon, Wine, etc. Plus the option of water, though I don't think anyone would be taking any tonight.

I see a couple of residents pass by me, and gave them a friendly wave. They did the same and smiled. One, who I knew, stopped and stood by me. A Griffin, no older than twenty-five. Standing at the height of five-seven. Feathers in a deep dark shade of grey, and glowing yellow eyes. She wore a suit of Vault-Tec security armor, just as I am. A baton dangling in her hand. She looked up to me and spoke.

"Crazy isn't it?"

I nodded, then gave her my soft drink. She smiled and accepted my generosity. Taking the rocket-shaped glass bottle, she drank it. Then gave it back.

"Hey."

I looked to her as she called out to me. And replied in a questionable hum.

"Tomorrow, when the Vault opens, and everyone is outside. What will you do?"

I returned an answer, asking what she had meant.

"I mean, once you're outside, what are you going to do? Where will you go?"

I already knew what I was going to do, but hearing it from her, or anyone else wouldn't help me. I plan to search for my father. But I can't do it with others telling me what they think. 'He's gone.' 'I'm sorry, but it's impossible.' 'Your father died out there when the bombs dropped, there's no way he's alive.' But I know that somehow, somewhere, out there, he is alive. I only pray that it's true. It had been almost a minute until I realized I haven't given an answer. So, acting it out, as I mostly have. I shook my head, gave a low sigh, and spoke.

"Honestly Celeste, I'm not sure."

She raised a hand to my arm and held on to me. Giving the most comforting smile. I held her hand with my own and thanked her for her kindness. Later were we greeted by another resident, but this one was of most importance and respect. Approaching us, a mare unicorn. The Overseer. At the age of seventy, she leads the dwellers of the Vault. And has done so for twenty-five years. Her fur color is a light shade of brown like her eyes were, yet with a different tint. Hazelnut. Her mane was long flowing down from the sides of her head and was the color of silver. Overmare Mythic Light. We stood up straight, shields in hand just as our batons. Hooves straightened, and arms at our sides. She took notice of this and laughed.

"Why do you have to stand in such order whenever I arrive? I may be the Overmare, but tonight I'm just another dweller. As you are."

We relaxed. Mythic came to me and laid a hand upon my face. Stroking it slowly, gently. I smiled by her gesture and held her hand in mine.

"How are you, my boy? I hope everything is well."

I replied, telling her everything was going as it should. She smiled at that and embraced me. I only did the same. And giving a light pat on my shoulder, she left to visit the other dwellers.

"I love you." She whispered.

"Love you too, mom."

Yes, Mythic Light, the Overmare. Is my mother. Well, adopted mother really. After my father left me with the care of the Vault, she took me in and raised me as her own. Me and my adoptive brother. And speaking of the devil. Here he came, alongside with another Griffin. Celeste's younger brother. And passing by mom, after greeting each other and hugging.

They came to us. With smiles on their faces, and drinks in hand. I laid down my baton to greet him. Only a few years younger than I and a few inches shorter, six-one. He is a unicorn. Light brown fur, white colored mane and tail with strands of grey. His hair brushed downwards covering his left eye, and his tail barely touching the ground. And his light cyan iris eyes. He came close to embrace me and did so with a warming smile.

"Can you believe it? We're going back outside tomorrow. We're going home." He says.

I smile from my brothers' joy. And looking to our right, I see Celeste take a drink from her brother, who had brought an extra for her. He stood at about five-eleven. His feathers matching that of his sisters'. Dark grey and his eyes are just the same. A glow of yellow. Twins, you can say. Though the only difference is, he doesn't have wings. Grey Crest, as his name goes, was born without wings. A small gene that had been missing. Though he isn't the only one. Many other griffins in this vault are just like Grey, and others just like Celeste. Though they might not be equal in some ways, they love each other as much as their hearts could. It gives a warm feeling to see them together, a heartwarming feeling. Grey looked at me and smiled.

"Ready for the big day?" Tech asked.

And Tech-Kit, God bless his soul. He is the Overmare’s son, her real son. I had thought that he wouldn't accept me as a brother, but God I'm glad he did. We got along very well as we grew up. We did as other brothers would always do. Play, chat, hang out with friends, and of course, get into trouble. But whatever trouble I had gotten into, he was there to either get me out of it or to take the blame alongside me. Even though he is the youngest out of the two of us, he was mostly the big brother. I raised my glass to knock with his and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. And replied.

"I was born ready." I smiled.

The night went smoothly, we had our laughs, our fun, and our little plans for tomorrow. All was going well...for the moment at least.

*Bang*

We turned to the source of the sound. What once was a glass bottle, was now a scatter of shards across the floor of the Dinner. My joy faded into a scowl as I saw a dweller forcefully holding another. This one was a stallion, a regular. His fur had a dark shade of grey, his mane and tail were long and silver-ish in color. Maybe at an old age. And his eyes, they glowed a furious crimson red. He held the arm of a mare, a pegasus. She was young, scared. Beige colored fur, variety shades of blonde for her mane and tail. Both long in size. And her eyes. Both appear to be a light pink. I knew this mare, she was Techs' fiance, and a dear friend to me.

I soon snapped back to reality as I saw the stallion tighten his grip on the her arm. She cried desperately for him to let go. But he refused and yelled at her. And curling his hand into a fist, he swung at her. But only to be stopped by my sudden interception. Catching his attack in my grip. The stallion noticed this and yelled at me.

"Piss off lad, this ain’t yur bloody business!"

I tightened the grip on his hand and demanded him to let the girl go. His anger grew by the moment. And yet he still hasn't let her go. Seeing the pain in her eyes, I quickly thought of a way to release her from this drunks hands.

'That's it.'

I changed the position if my grip and twisted his arm backward. The sudden action caused the stallion to loosen his hold. And the girl broke free. I kicked the back of his legs, causing him to fall to his knees. Giving me the chance to hold him down. Celeste came over and aided the mare.

"Stand down, you are under arrest and will be taken to solitude for the remainder of the night!"

The stallion cursed at me and tried to force his way back up again. Seconds later two more security guards came rushing in and took the dweller by his arms. And dragged him away. I changed my attention to the girl, seeing a nurse attend to her wound. Tech held her hand and she sank into his arms. He looked to me and gave a thankful nod.

"Are you alright there Arcee?" I asked as the medic wrapped her wrist in a bandage.

She gave a nod and thanked me. The nurse told us that it was just a bruise. But would need some time to heal.

"I told you! This ain’t yur bloody damned business lad. Ya bullocks get yer hands off of me!"

I turned to the strangling dweller, then told the guards to take him away. His anger grew even more, he twisted and wiggled his way out of their hands. And taking one of their batons, he charged for me and swung heavily. The rods top end made contact with my face, it's tip piercing it's way into the flesh of my cheek.

I was bleeding, and the pain was strong. It felt like my face was on fire. Celeste came to my side, as did the medic. The two guards grabbed onto the stallion. Tech came to their side, then looked down to the stallion. And taking the baton the he used against me, Tech had rammed the base into the side of the dwellers' temple, knocking him out, and leaving an open gash which began to seep with blood.

"Take him away." He told the guards.

They did as they were told, and left. He came to me and kneeled before me. The nurse gave him a cloth to help with the stains. I winced at it. Though this isn't the first time I had been cut into.

"You alright?" He asked.

I nodded in reply. And took off my helmet for him to have a better view of the cut. I could tell he felt a bit squeamish by just looking at it. The medic came to me with a needle and thread. I guess it was that bad, it dug deep enough for me to need another stitching. Celeste sat at my side and handed me my drink. I held it with a smile, though doing so caused a bit more pain. Arcee came to me, rubbing the bandage around her wrist.

"Thank you." She spoke.

I did my best to smile once more before answering.

"Just doing my job."

I was relieved she wasn't seriously hurt, if she was then I don't think I would have the strength to hold Tech back from trying to kill the stallion then and there. As for my new scar, it's nothing I haven't dealt with before. It will take some time to heal, that's certain, but man does it sting whenever I try to drink or talk. Grey, giving a little help with some humor, slid a straw into my cola bottle. Told me it should make drinking easier for me. I chuckled a bit and it, of course, caused for me to bleed a bit more. The others laughed softly. And together we spent the rest of our night to our hearts content. Mom soon came in as she heard of what happened, told us it was probably best for us to rest our heads early. So no one would get any further injuries. Or for there to be any more fights.

I did agree with this, most of the other dwellers looked tired, and some drunk to their core. We decided to call it a night. Mom kissed Tech and Arcee on their heads before they left for bed. Grey and Celeste finished their drinks and decided to stay the night together instead of sleeping in their own rooms. Even when they live next door to each other. Mom helped me back to my own quarters by the auditorium of the vault. We decided to stay up for a bit longer, ate some Sugar bombs in the living room and talked for a while.

"So what are you planning to do when tomorrow arrives my boy?" She asks me as she takes a spoon full into her mouth.

I only told her what I told Celeste.

"I honestly don't know."

She gave me a kind smile, but her next words weren't what I hoped to hear.

"I raised you to be an honest and loving boy. I never taught you to lie."

I gave a defeated sigh, she told me I was a bad liar. That much is true, it's hard for me to lie. Especially to her.

"You're going after your father aren't you?"

I kept silent for a bit and agreed. That was my plan, it still is. She held my hand softly, rubbed her thumb upon the backside. I held her hand in mine. I expected for her to talk me out of it, but she didn't. This was hard, this is hard. Tomorrow we're all leaving. Everyone. I know my friends and I are going to be okay, but...I just worry for her. I looked up to her, and watched a tear fall from her cheek. She grabbed a napkin and stood, wiping her tears away. She tried to excuse herself until I took hold of her hand again and stood to my hooves. I didn't try to ask her what was going through her mind, I knew this was hard for her. It was hard for me. This night, might be the one last night I'll ever get to see her again.

"Mom.."

She kept quiet, holding my hand tightly. She was trying her best to hold in her sorrow, she wasn't good at it. Tears fell from her face as she began to weep. I pulled her into a soft embrace, holding her back gently with my left, and her head, resting her into my chest with my right. And laid a kiss upon her mane. She wept and held onto me, I wanted to cry as well. But I also had to stay strong in hopes to see her again. I will see her again. I know I will. Somehow..Someday.

"My babies..I don't want to let you go. I don't want to leave you and your brother."

Her voice was cracking, and it was hurting me dearly. I felt my tears begin to roll down my cheeks, my vision was blurred from the sorrow I felt deep inside. Now I was gasping for air, my nostrils became stuffed and forced me to breathe through my mouth. I hated this, I didn't want her to be sad. I didn't want for her to feel this way. Yet I'm not in control of it.

"I love you Mom."

She clasped onto my back tightly and sank into my arms.

"I love you too my son. My dear Century."

As time passed, she eventually let go of me. I didn't want her to. I wanted to hold her close for the rest of the night. But she had to go, and I had to get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day. But tonight, I leave my life within this vault, with a broken heart. I layed down in my bed, and looked to the steel ceiling. So dull..Tomorrow's a new day..and I pray everything goes well. For me, for my friends, for my mother. I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep. And so ended my life, growing up, underground.

Tomorrow, our future..begins.

Chapter Two

Saturday, October 27th, 2102

11:05 AM

I awoke, to either the sounds of the clock as it rang or to the sound of a voice speaking over me.

"Good morning Vault 76..."

I immediately knew whose words these belonged to. Mom. I began to rise as her greeting continued. The springs of the bed cried for relief as I sat up, blinking a few times to clear the blur from my vision.

"this is the Overmare, I hope you all enjoyed the party last night!"

The party...I don't remember much of it, but only...My mind stopped as I felt the searing pain on my left cheek. I touched the surface, finding it to be bandaged. Small figments of last nights event came back to me. That man..the scar..mom. I released a bit of air from my lungs as I stood to my feet. Chuckling at her voice over the intercom.

"Even those who may have overindulged and overslept. But it's time to get up, and get out there! We've been locked away long enough."

I stretched, reaching my arms outwards to my left and right, and my appendages reached to the ceiling. The tips of my feathers touched the cold steel roof and finished with a cracking sound. I grunted in pleasure to the feeling of my body, snapping in its different places. I reached over and tapped the top of my alarm, setting it to rest one last time. The words, "A new day" escaped me leaving a slight smile upon my face. But soon did it fade away as last night's talk with mom came back to me. I looked around, my ears perked up to the continuous voice of my mother.

"Today is Reclamation Day! It may be time to leave, but I'll never forget the day you all entered Vault 76. You come from every walk of life, every race, color, and creed. But you all share one very important trait. You are this country's best and brightest. But more importantly, you'll always be my family."

I could hear the small cracks in her words. Knowing it was hard for her, for us. I then heard a loud banging, coming from the doorway into my quarters. And a voice calling out to me.

"Century, you still in there?"

The voice was unknown to me, due to the giant steel door that had muffled most of the callers' words. I shouted back in question to who it may be. Peering out of my bedroom, I could see that it was the voice of Tech as he stood behind the port window with Arcee. Frantically waving and giving gestures to come. I smiled. 'He always rushed me. Thought by now he'd have a little more patience.' I walked over to the door, finding my shoes to be there by the frame. Mom must have left these here, and to my surprise she did. There, lying just above the side panel hung a note. And it read;

"Thought I'd get you prepped up for the big day, don't forget your Pipbuck."

I looked to the device which had sat in its glass container. Shining from a small light just above it.

Pipbucks

I've read the manuals to their understanding. As I mostly recall. Pip, stands for Personal Information Processor. Made by RobCo Industries. For both major cooperations valued to the Cabinet of Advanced Sciences, and it's head mare. Vault-Tec and Stable-Tec. Designed to keep the database for the wearer's information and inventory.

"Not bad for a giant-sized wristwatch."

Finishing the lace of my last shoe, I pushed the red button. And out came the Pipbuck.
It was big, very big. Bigger than my hand, but with a little work, I strapped the belt. And turned it on. Seeing the famous Vault-Tec mascot as it gave example to every function in this device. S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence, Agility, and Luck. It's odd to have such perks that can somehow increase your skill. But there's not much you can really do about it. Just then another loud knocking was at the door.

"Century hurry up, We've been waiting for two hours!"

Either he had lost his patience and lied of his wait, or his Pipbuck told him so. Rolling my eyes, I turned to the door and opened it. There stood an anxious Tech-Kit, in its natural habitat. Starring down its next opponent. I yawned with a tone of sarcasm.

"Morning Tech, how are you doing?"

He mocked me and pulled on my arm. Forcing me to come, well, not really forcing as I had decided to walk. Arcee gave a soft kind smile as she followed.

"Why are you guys still here, I thought you both would have left by now." I asked with a bit of confusion. Well, honestly I was very confused.

Though I had planned to go on my own, Arcee told me that mom asked for them both to stay at my side. Of course she never liked the idea of me being alone, yet she very well knew I was strong and smart enough to take care of myself. I heard mothers' speech throughout the vault yet again.

"You have been tasked with nothing less than the rebuilding of Mareica. Such a huge responsibility. Just know that Vault-Tec is proud of you, I am proud of you! When you hear this, it means I have been gone for several hours. I've got...my own mission. Out there in Appleachia. This is the Overseer, signing off."

I frowned at this, she left. Which I knew she would, but...to her own mission? Was this the reason why she was upset last night? Could this be the reason why she was brought to tears in my arms? I hope she's okay, I pray that she's okay.

I looked to Tech as he continued to pull me along. I saw the look in his eyes, the pain he was feeling. The tears started to form, but he didn't shed any. Not one. Of course he was hurt that mom left. That he might not see her again. That we both would now have to live without her. Until we hopefully see her again. But he had to stay strong to himself, to Arcee and I. Yet this was new, a new feeling, a new sense and emotion to him. We had never felt sadness here. Not so deeply as now. This is a first, for him, for me, for mom.

Arcee took his other hand softly as he slowed. We came to a walk, Tech had let go of my wrist and held onto the side railing. We stopped near the stairs as he began to break down. This was hard, for him, for me, for mom. I wanted to say something, give my brother the help he needs. But in honesty, I'm at a loss. Nothing came to me, nothing came to mind. I was hurt, equally. Arcee laid a hand upon his back and rubbed gently.

"Hun, it's okay. It's going to be okay, we'll see her again. I know we will."

He wiped his face, cleaning the sorrow from his eyes, and slowly stood up. We walked through flights of stairs, stopping at some tables with supplies of Rad-X, Purified Water, Blood Packs, Stimpacks, Building Supplies, and...a Party Hat? I'd rather not. But this mission that mom mentioned, what mission is it that is so important? I looked up, seeing the Overseers' office on the other side of a window. Maybe I can check in there, see if she left anything behind. My brother noticed my actions as I moved towards the door.

"What are you doing? We have to go."

I raised my hand and said for him to wait. And without seeing if he complied, I walked into the room. And found mother's terminal atop her desk. There in the files was a list of her recordings. I played through them all until one caught my attention. It read, "Just like you". I decided to eject the holotape and store it into my inventory for later. Afterward the last holotape began to play.

"Overseers' Log, or should I say? "Direct communication." Because whoever is listening to this had the "Moxy" to try to find out where I have gone. But I'm glad you did. Truth is, I need your help."

Tech came into the room as he heard mothers voice from outside. Moving to my side to hear the recording. Arcee stood by the door holding her own hands, with a curious and worried expression on her face.

"I've been tasked and...I've decided to break protocol and tell you what it is. Cause if there's one thing I've learned in these past few years, it's that we need to rely on each other. There were three active nuclear silos in Appleachia before the bombs fell. It blew up the world before, we can't let it happen again. So we've got to locate and secure all of the silos or die trying. Hopefully the former. But it's been twenty-five years, I just don't know what we're gonna find out there. Or where to start... My directive was to go to the population center and access the situation. I'll set up a C.A.M.P. on the way once I get my bearings. Find me there."

Immediately I rose from the terminal and left the room. Tech followed close behind. Arcee caught up with us and stayed close to Tech, she didn't hear much so he explained it all to her. Her worried look changed to that of shock. I went ahead, walking past the other Handy Units.

"What are you doing?"

He called out to me, they both moved faster to catch up the pace. I told him of what we had just heard. I told him I was going to help our mother and that he may stay if he didn't wish to. Though knowing Tech, he'd do anything for mom. And Arcee would go anywhere he did. So they decided to come. We stopped by yet another poster, there a Mr. Handy unit gave us a reminder. And just as others did before with their similarity in accents.

"Outside, survival will be easy with your Construction and Assembly Mobile Platform. Or C.A.M.P. so catchy."

I passed by another Handy unit with a stand, though Tech took what had been laid before him.

"Hey, almost left these."

In his hand were seven perk cards, perks to the rule of S.P.E.C.I.A.L. I took the cards and placed them in my inventory. As the unit said. Arcee brought the C.A.M.P units, carrying three. One for each. Of course Tech took one to help her with the heavy lifting, and yes I took the last because she insisted on me keeping it.

"Remember adaptability is key! If your role isn't working, try another! Get Creative!"

Not finding anything else that the vault has left for us. We came to the opening of the Vault door. Alarms began to blare as the seal started to move, the giant steel hatch was pulled towards us, then rolled to the right side. And there the first thing we saw, the light.

"Are you ready brother?"

I looked at him and to her as they did to me with their best smile, and replied.

"I am."

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Perk Card Added: Concentrated Fire.

V.A.T.S. now target limbs. Focus fire to gain accuracy and damage per shot.

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Daylight, after so many years. It's good to feel the warmth of the outside. We stood upon a podium leading two ways. Iron bars used for fencing were hung around. I came to the edge and overlooked the scenery. Blue skies, trees in colors of the fall. I could feel the wind as it danced upon my face. How I've missed this feeling. Tech came to my side, exclaiming at the site.

"It's beautiful."

I smiled, but it soon faded away as we heard a voice call out to us. Peering below, to another podium hovered another automatron. Waving one of its mechanical arms to us. Tech rushed towards it with Arcee following close behind, finding a flight of stairs to our left. I, however, stayed, searching for whatever could be around. And gazing to my right, I saw something in the far distance leaning against a lamp post. It looked like a person. Sleeping? Resting maybe? Curiosity got to me, and I made my way towards what I presumed to be a civilian. But to my horror, it was something else. There lying below the post, laid a corpse. I knelt over to its side. The smell of rotten flesh was still there. This was here for a long time, yet to how it looked, it wasn't here for that long. Maybe a few days. My Pipbuck beeped in a notification. And on the screen, it read.

"Responder Corpse."

Also, listing three items that this body carried. Rad-X, a Pipe Pistol, and Pre-War Money. I took them into my inventory, only finding twenty dollars, and the weapon with a count of twelve rounds. The Pipbuck also listed what condition the gun was in.

Damage 12
.38-12
Fire Rate 60
Range 84
Accuracy 55
Weight 4
Value 11

The value caught my eye, cause if I haven't known any better. I'd think it said that this weapon was worth eleven bottle caps. Who would use bottle caps as money? Just then a sound came from ahead of me. And looking up, I had barely the time to dodge a laser round as it passed my face. Quickly rolling backwards and recovering from the sudden action, I held the pistol in my hands and fired. The shot rang out through the sky, and the bullet met its target. Killing it in an instant. Its body fell with a metallic thud. I arose from my position, moving slowly towards whatever it was that attacked me. I still held the gun in my hands, pointing it to the steel shell. Some sort of automatron, one I've never seen before. At least I thought that way at first.

"What the hell?"

I turned from it and walked back to the vault, seeing Tech as he came to me. A look of concern was shown on his face as he asked what had happened. I held my new weapon firmly and pointed in his direction.

"Get down!"

He quickly ducked as I fired another round, hitting yet another one of those robots. Tech turned around, now seeing what it was I shot. He gasped in astonishment. Or what it seemed like. He slowly rose and crept towards it. I told him to be careful, and he listened. Slowly, bending to its side. He picked it up and examined it.

"Liberators."

Sent by the Striped Nation so many years ago. Before the bombs dropped, before...everything happened. I held the drone with a hand and threw it to the side. Hitting the concrete floor with a low thud. Those communist bastards, they took everything from me. Tech patted me on the shoulder, then asked about the gun. I looked to him, then pointed in the direction of the aged corpse. He was surprised at this, then to notice what he was thinking of, I realized it too. Even after the bombs dropped, some of the citizens survived! We can only hope that there are more still alive. We decided to keep moving, maybe another citizen may turn up yet. Arcee came up halfway from the stairs to ask us what had happened. Of course she was worried about the screaming and gunshots. I explained to her what happened. She was shocked, with the expression of fear mixed within. But she understood and stayed close to Tech. Afterwards we took the flight of stairs down to the balcony below the vault door. There the Handy unit greeted us. The same one that Tech and Arcee had spoken to earlier. It spoke in its accent, just like those in the Vault. It told of our mother setting up C.A.M.P. to the south. We just had to follow the road. Thanking the automatron, we continued our descent until we found yet another corpse. This one was a male unicorn, clothed in rags and tears. Tech searched the corpse and found a machete, pre-war money, and a note. He held the withered paper in hand and read:

Paul,

I need you to make the monthly scouting run to Vault 76. Those doors have to open sometime. Don't take risks. Observe for a few days and come back.

-Maria

There were many Equestrians in Marica with bizarre names. Paul and Maria were the only two that we now know so far. Maybe others were in the Vault with us, and are now out there with similar names. It's not our right to judge, but no one ever knew why they had such titles. I guess their parents just ran out of ideas. After Tech left the letter with the corpse, we went our way to the South. Finding more Liberators in our path and with each round and cut. We managed to clear them all and were rewarded with items such as fuses and fusion cells. My new weapon took more damage than it had before. As did Tech's machete. Luckily our journey came to a stop as we found our way to the Overseer's C.A.M.P. There we not only found a Vault-Tec Loot Crate from our mother, but also three stations that were made for armor, weaponry, and cooking with a fire below a cauldron. Plus the view of other Dwellers occupying said stations and a nearby mattress. Two took notice of us immediately. And they would be none other than Grey and Celeste. Though it seemed that our feathered friends weren't doing so well. As I saw the bandages and bloodstains upon their jumpsuits, I became deeply worried. Celeste was the first to meet us, embracing me with a tight hug. Burying her face into my chest, now I..no..we were very worried.

"Thank Celestia you're okay! We were worried you three never made it!"

I held the griffin in my arms and observed her bandages. She spoke about an attack from automatrons and wild dogs. Handy units that have gone haywire and shot at them at first sight. I looked over to Grey who had his left arm held into a cast. Bandages littered his side as he explained the bullet wounds he took protecting his sister. Tech patted the boy's shoulder softly, then said that he wished we had been there to protect them. But he shook his head.

"We still would have been in the same situation."

I laid a hand on Celeste's head, cradling her. They're just kids, sure they may be in their twenties. But still, for griffins so young, this shouldn't have happened to them. Celeste broke away slowly, then handed me what seemed to be another Holotape. This one was labeled Overseer's Log-C.A.M.P. She told me that they had found it inside the crate, along with supplies for all Dwellers who came to this stop along their journey. I opened the slot and inserted the tape.

"Overseer's log. South of Vault 76. I-I knew this wasn't going to be the Appleachia I remembered, but...mutated animals, haywire bots, and no equestrians so far. We have to be ready to rebuild in-what I can confirm as hostile territory. Fortunately, Vault-Tec was prepared. Do you see this? The cooking station, the stash box, the workbenches. All built with the C.A.M.P. You need a home base out there. The Construction and Assembly Mobile Platform is designed to give you one. Just add resources, planning, and a little elbow grease. When you move your C.A.M.P, everything you've built is stored, ready to be placed back down in the new area. Use this to establish a hoovehold whenever you're in unfamiliar territory. I've left my C.A.M.P behind so you can use it. I know I'm breaking my own advice by not taking it with me, but after seeing Appleachia for myself, I need to make sure every resident of 76 has a safe haven they can start from. I'll make do without it. If it's still standing, the town of Flatwoods is further down this road. Find me there. This is the Overseer. Signing off."

The tape stopped. We all looked to each other, not saying a word. No thoughts came to us, we were quiet. I removed the tape and gave it to Tech, then walked away to the other side of this small settlement. And looked off into the woods. This place, this world. It's nothing like the one we knew and loved. Our home is gone. I looked below me to see papers, tape, a ball-peen hammer, and a toolbox. I grabbed the items and walked to the weapons workbench to my right. Scrapping the tool and tape, and the other ingredients found inside the toolbox. I began to modify what I had. Using what I could to repair and enhance my weapon.

Light Frame.
Long Barrel.
Comfort Grip.
Standard Magazine.
Reflex Sights.

Grey came up to me as I wielded my newly forged weapon. Loading a magazine into the stock and cocking the barrel. He gave an impressed expression, I slightly smiled. He gave me some items that he held in his inventory and asked if I could put some use to them. I simply nodded and accepted his request. Using the armor workbench I crafted him two pieces of leather guards. A Leather Chest Piece and a Leather Left Arm. I, of course, helped him into his new armor. Since he had taken flesh wounds and bullet holes to protect his sister. Carefully tightening the straps as he wore them. Tech did the same for Celeste and Arcee, crafting new weapons and protection for them both. I made myself some paddings for what I had leftover. A Leather Right Arm and a Leather Left Leg. My brother made the same for his arms, since he could work with both. We gathered as much as there was that our mother left for us, and went on our way. I offered the two if they wanted to come along, so they wouldn't have to be alone. They accepted the offer and came with us. Tech opened a map, which he had found by the stash box, and pinpointed our next destination. Flatwoods. The walk wasn't very long, only to be a few minutes away. We did, however, run into more creatures. Wild Mongrels and Mole Rats. Seems to be more to this world than we know. Finally, we arrived in a place called Green Country Lodge. The buildings were worn down, the streets were barren. All but a crate was seen, but this crate was different from that of Vault-Tec. It was of great size, made entirely out of steel. Tech looked it over and found it to be of Military use. It was odd, why would this be out here, and of the Military? An answer came shortly as Grey spotted a drone flying above us, carrying yet another crate. At least we knew how it got here, but why? Celeste gathered whatever was inside the steel box and stashed it into her inventory.

"Rad-away, water, a Gulf Club, and some money."

I came over to the side of the box and reached in, taking what seemed to be an ax. A Tomahawk, and luckily there were four others. One for each of us. We continued on our way, shortly we came to the town of Flatwoods. The first thing I noticed was a painted sign by the side of the road. It had a shield in the color blue, with a heart and the line of a cardiac rhythm. These were probably made by the survivors of the bombs. We came to a church in the middle of the town. Lights, beds, tables, terminals, files. And by the door, another stash box. Inside was another Holotape from our mother.

"Overseer's Log. Town of Flatwoods. My God... there's no one here. The old tavern, the church. People were using them for shelter, but... they're gone. Mutations we expected, but there's something else... a disease. I was attacked by... well, it used to be a person. But it had these green, glowing lesions. And its voice... Angry, tortured. "We are one." One what? Whatever happened here is beyond anything we expected. And we expected a lot. Before they were wiped out, the survivors called themselves the Responders. Looks like they were made of firefighters, police, and emergency medical staff. They even have an automated system to teach people about treating water, food, and survival. I'm doing their tests, and you should too. I know it's even worse than we imagined. But someone's got to know where the missile silos are and how to secure them. The Responders are the best lead we have. This is the Overseer, signing off."

Again the tape ended. This time I kept it. Tech took the opportunity to search the place, Grey followed. Celeste stayed and looked through the stash. Finding plans for her C.A.M.P and other resources. So far, we were the only ones here. I chose not to sign for the "Responders", I already have a resignation for the Military and I'll keep it at that. Though the name sounded familiar, then a memory came back to me. The corpse at the Vault. It was the corpse of a Responder. Later Tech and Arcee returned to us as Grey went off to assign himself to this new faction. But what they had to say, was something I easily assumed once we arrived.

"Nothing, only some scraps of food and ammunition." Tech started. "No survivors, no Responders, they're all dead. Just more and more corpses."

We can only hope that we can find others. There have to be other survivors out there, there has to.

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Perk Card Upgraded
Concentration Fire: Level 2
Perk Card Added:
Gun Slinger
Your Non-Automatic guns now do +10% damage.

Chapter Three

Oct 29, 2102

Three days after Reclamation Day

Century's Log

Day three, The Battle for Charleston.

Mutants, ferals, and mongrels. Rogue automatrons, mutated wildlife, and much more than we anticipated. It's our second day, and yet we wish to have stayed in the Vault. There we didn't have to live with such torture. Peaceful, loving, safe. Yet here, it is another story entirely. Death, horror, hostility.

We have made our way down up North, to North East. Finding more weapons, ammunition, armor, clothing, and food. I've grown the ability to hunt for the five of us. Thankfully it lasts us the rest of the day. We've come across other dwellers. Some are welcoming, others aren't as caring and would turn on us immediately. This world has gotten to their heads, and so they lost trust in each other, and themselves. The ones that hold to hope, however, we've gathered with. These Responders have grown to the attention of many dwellers. Who have agreed to join our group. Our group of five became a small militia of fifteen. Medics, fire breathers, officers, and better yet. Soldiers. Veterans and children of war heroes. Some have decided to keep their ranks and gain new ones. An experienced militia. With armor, weapons, and powerful perks.

Our temporary base is here.

Location: Alpine River Cabins.

The place was believed to be haunted. Distant ghostly screams, moving paintings, disembodied sounds, and mild tremors. Yet, Tech had found it to be the software of a terminal. In a post uphill, connected to wires and intercoms. We've settled down. Using our C.A.M.P modules to craft workstations. Similar to what mom left for all dwellers. I only pray she is well, wherever she is. As for my father, I'm still searching. During my time in Vault 76, I have studied the functions of military weaponry. Mostly Power Armor. As I recall, the United Nations of Mareicas' defense contractors have created a function in the suits. What if a soldier were to die in the line of battle, or to have gone missing in their suits of armor? The companies built a beacon, programmed within the steel hide of the suit, and the name of the pilots as well. Track their locations and send groups to either recover these fallen soldiers or recover the suits before they could be claimed by enemy hands. My father had such a function in his suit. And with my studies I have created a radar, to detect his location. And hopefully, find him. Tech-Kit, my brother, has helped me with this project. For he insists on lending me his aid.

How could I refuse?

But since our arrival, I haven't been able to pinpoint his location. I hope to find him. I know he's out there, somewhere.
The radar is a small metal box, which I can attach to my Pipbuck. And through the system, I can operate it on my map. We have tested it time and time again. Now with members of the group having suits of armor they have found. Wandering off to a certain distance, and tracking their beacons to bring them back. So far it has worked. Now, all I have to do is wait.

"Century." A voice calls out from my cabin door.

This is Century, signing off.

Holotape ends.

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I stand up from my bunk and walk towards the door. Taking hold of the knob, I twisted it open and pulled it inwards. There, at the bottom of the stairs, stands Celeste. She holds two servings of food in her hands.

"May I come in?" She asks, looking up to me, waiting for my reply.

I nod and stand aside, she comes up the stairs and stands before me. Handing me a plate of cooked wildlife meat and boiled water. The cooked meal had a smell to it, a mix of spices and herbs. Seems like Grey had found a use for the plantations of our new home.

"Grey made it, he and Arcee tested the herbs. They're safe to eat." She says.

I smile and take the serving. Then thank her. She smiles and walks over to my bunk, sitting down, and starts to eat. I sit by her side, cutting my food to pieces with a combat knife, which I give to her. She cuts her steak and cleans off the blade, before handing it back to me.

"Any plans for today?" She asks.

I slide the knife back into its scabbard, strapped to my side.

"Not that I know of. Though I have heard from Steel. There is a nearby airfield. Scouts came back with news of it. The place is overrun by mutants. But it has technology and weaponry we can use. Chances are we're going to attack and set base there."

Steel, a veteran soldier of the Great War.
Age: 57
Height: 5'11
Appearance: White fur, Navy blue hair, silver eyes.
His facial hairs are of grown yet freshly trimmed sideburns and mustache. Even in his elder ages, his appearance isn't one to underestimate. Surely he could pass for a stallion within his younger thirties. He may have a prosthetic hoof but he doesn't let that keep him down. Especially in his current life.

The oldest of our group, though, has left me to lead us all. I gave him rank as my advisor and second in command. Though we are of small numbers, we still need to have our ranks. The same has been done for Grey and his Responders, whom they have appointed him as the leader. And Celeste, as second in command. Tech has been ranked as weapons and armor proctor. All his knowledge of weaponry and protection is now put to use. He works with everyone, helping them adjust to new modifications. Arcee is our chef and field medic, her power to make anything edible and heal almost any wound almost seems like a gift from the heavens. A dear-hearted woman, the perfect choice for my brother. As for tactics, we all have our roles. And we work together with it.

"Sounds like a plan to me." She says as she finishes her food.

I open my carton and drink the warm water.

"How's it going, searching for your father?"

I finished the drink and set it down along with the plate.

"Nothing yet, but I'll find him."

She puts a hand on my shoulder. Rubbing it gently, and gives a kind smile.

"I know you will."

I smile softly, her kindness makes me feel warm from this cold world. She turns my cheek and looks at the bandage on my face.

"How's that going?"

I look at her and shrug.

"Doesn't hurt, I think it's fully healed."

She starts to peel off the cloth, the adhesive from its tape pulls on my fur. Giving a sting-like reaction when it lets go. I wince a bit, and she eases. Eventually, it comes off, revealing a scar dragging across my cheek.

"It's all good, but you do have a scar. If you'd like, I can give you a stimpack. Make it go away."

I shake my head.

"I'm okay, thank you."

We stay quiet for some time, sitting in front of one another. I never really like silence. I begin to speak, but I don't get the chance. She hugs me, laying her head on my chest. She listens to my heartbeat and relaxes. I don't say anything, she has done this before. Many times to be exact. In me, she finds comfort, warmth, and love. She looks to me as her mentor. But also as her friend. I smile slightly and hug her back. Petting her head with my right hand, my left around her back.

I lay my chin on her head and hold her close. We may look like friends but in truth and heart, we're family. No matter where we come from, or where we go. We love each other equally. And care for each other. She eventually relaxes and lets go, as do I.

"Ready?" I ask.

She nods.

"Well isn't this a sight for sore eyes?"

We both look to the door. Seeing Tech smiling from ear to ear. We smile back and laugh to ourselves. He comes in and greets us both.

"How are you guys doing? I hope you had a good night's rest." He says sitting on the bed opposite of us.

"We're doing fine, and yes we had enough sleep." I replied.

"Looks like you got yourself another scar brother, a little addition to the collection." He jokes.

I nod and Celeste speaks.

"Scars are a reminder of how strong you have become, through the pain you have gone through"

Tech gives a surprised look and leans back a bit. I chuckle and smile.

"Damn Cels, that was deep. You should be a Poet rather than a Responder."

She squints her eyes and talks back.

"Oh please, if I took such a role. You wouldn't survive for three minutes in the fields."

I laugh aloud.

"My gosh Cels, I'm not sure what would kill us quicker. The wildlife or your harsh words."

They laugh.

"Would you like some ice for that burn?" She mocks.

Grey comes in with his metal armor and assault rifle. We turn to him and smile. He greets and speaks.

"We're heading out in five minutes. Ready up."

We stand up and open our Pipbucks, equipping our choice of armor. Celeste with her leather armor, sturdy, and fully modified. And a Laser Rifle. Tech in his Power Armor suit. Tesla Grade, Model 45. Which he had found at a train station a while back, fully repaired and modified to a C rank. And his gatling minigun. I equipped my light combat armor with the painting of a white star. Signifying the military. Hunting Rifle in hand, and combat knife on my side.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Lead the way Commander." Celeste smiles.

I nod and walk out, patting Grey's shoulder. Going down the steps and meeting with everyone else outside. Steel waits for me as he gets everyone in line. He greets and shakes my hand, which I return.

"Is everyone prepped?" I ask.

"Yes, I had made sure of it myself sir. Well suited and accounted for."

I gave thanks and faced the others.

"As you may have heard, our scouts have found an airfield. Containing valuable resources. Ammunition, weaponry, machinery, etc. Yet they lay behind mutant security. These abominations are our main issue. Our first task is to eradicate these radiated beasts from our new base of operations. Clear out as much as we can and set a perimeter. We will take the West hangars first. Eliminate any mutant or hound within that area. Then set up defenses to push back their numbers and strength. Either that or hold them off until we can quickly resupply and kill off the rest. I know there isn't much of us here, but this is our first step to taking back Appleachia. Soon after that, the rest of West Virgineigha. Our heavy guards will take point, infantry and medical professions stay to their rear. Lend them a helping aid."

I look up to our small militia as they pair together in the exact orders I gave. This brings a smile to my face, but I choose not to show it as much. This was-is serious.

"Infantry will focus fire on the hounds first, as heavies will focus their fire upon the mutants. Scouts will circle around into the hangars and set up turrets from the sides. Tearing the beasts hides from their blind spots. Point Blank. Once driven back towards the middle landing strip, we create a barrier between them and us. It will be temporary as we need to clear out the rest. Medics will tend to the wounded and do so quickly. Since there are only so few of us, I shall accompany you all upon the field. I cannot take the risk of losing any fighting soul today. Not ever."

They keep their positions, not saying a word, not breaking their stance. The perfect formation, these people. They mean a lot to me. Even though I recently met them, they are my family now. I hope to keep it that way.

"This is our first step, let's make it count. For life, liberty, for happiness. For Mareica."

"For Mareica!" They shout in unison.

Steel stands forward.

"Attention!"

They stand straight in a line and look forward. Arms to their sides and hooves and paws locked in place.

"To arms!"

One by one they equip their choice of weapons. Some hunting rifles, others pipe pistols and automatics. Loading their magazines in perfect sync, and hoisting them over their shoulders.

"Right Face, Roll Out!"

They all face and turn to their right, marching off towards Wade Airport. We follow close behind. The journey was long, and a bit rough. We passed by Camps of other Dwellers. Who had either watched us go by. Or come to us in need of aid and assistance. Tech and Arcee took their information in notes and gave them roles best suited for them, from their choice of perks. One of them caught my eye. As they came to my side.

"Faith, if I remember correctly?" I asked.

The mare nodded and smiled. The captain of Vault 76s' security. Her camp had trouble finding resources and fighting off monsters such as Mongrels and Bloatflies. I simply nodded and kept walking. But due to our destination coming ahead, I lent her a choice from my inventory. Metal armor, chest plates, arm, and leg braces. And a yellow fighter helmet was found off the corpse of a downed vertibird pilot. I cleaned the helmet before giving it to her of course. And she took it happily, yet hesitantly. I've known the captain for a long time, known her to never fear anything. Until now. She was scared, it was obvious. But I told her, as long as she stayed close to us. She'll be fine, which in return, she gave a calmed smile and nod.

"Sir, we're coming up on Wade Airports now. ETA, five minutes."

I walked ahead of the group and brought my rifle up to my chest, looking through the lens of my scope, I counted four by the entrance. Three by the towers, and ten by the hangars. Seventeen mutants and chances are, there are more. This was going to be a risky mission, very. We chose to come from the back which means there is more to deal with from the rear than the front. And due to how large those hangars are, there may be more mutants waiting inside those steel walls. Tech handed me a barrel attachment for my rifle, I thanked him and twisted it on. Modified to cancel the sound of fire. A silencer.

"On your mark brother."

I nodded and aimed for the tower guards. As did Grey and Cel for the ones near the fences.

"Ready."

"Aim."

"Fire."

The bullets fly through the air, each finding their targets. Eliminating them from their numbers. Or so we had wished. One mutant took the oncoming bullet to their neck, blood must have flooded their throat that eventually led them to their death. But it led out a cry of pain and anger, alerting the other mutants within the area. Luck doesn't seem to be on our side for the beginning of this fight. Ten left, or so to think. Five more came out of the hangars. Including one oddly detailed Mutant. Their bodies had a strange radiated glow. A Legendary..and by the V.A.T.S of a scout, it was a singular star enemy. Legendaries are never something to look over. Their ability allows them to heal quickly and gives a strong increase in their body strength and mobility. Like a powerful shot of adrenaline.

"Legendary Mutant entering the field, Tech focus fire on it!" I commanded.

He gave a nod and rained hell on the oncoming beast. Aiming for its legs, crippling its mobility after mutating further. The creature was put to death as it wanted, charging headfirst into a wall of war and balefire, it's suicide in our eyes. But to them, it doesn't seem that way. We did as planned, pushing the mutants back and creating a barrier. I ordered Tech to protect the recruits, to keep them in a hangar until this fight was over with. They did as ordered without a word against me and hid. Our turrets fired their way into and through every target that came to take down our defense. As planned they would. While our scouts had taken a recon of the airport, they also studied these creatures. They weren't so far from being equestrian. Maybe they were once. But now they have come far from the beings they were born as. They're simple-minded brutes, they don't think with strategy. They do as they wish to whatever or whoever they want to kill. That led them to their deaths today. After a while, the battle was over. We claimed the airport, set up defenses, and sent recon groups for resources or other camps that may be in the area. Tell them that there is now a firm foundation for others to rest and take shelter. I only hope it goes well.

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Centurys' Log

Day Four, Friendly Faces.

We were met with mere scratches and small wounds from our fight over Charleston Airport. Nothing severe nor life-threatening. Thankfully everyone is alive. We began setting up a base, creating bunkhouses and a medical center. The armory was of utmost importance, and Tech took charge of repairing, modifying, and restocking all of their weapons and armors. The power armors weren't such a big issue. Not much damage was dealt so it was easy to repair. There was also another chassis of pre-war power armor, a tesla grade 60 model. There were only three pieces to the suit. We can guess these mutants scrapped the rest for weapons. Steel, as hard as these, are not so common to come by. And can be a great resource. I can guess they were intelligent about something. Our Responders reached out to the world, and cargo bots were sent to us with supplies for our little settlement. This now brings back the constant question.

Are there others still alive out there? Having these bots send us these goods only gives me some hope that there are equestrians still alive somewhere out there. I hope to meet whoever they are, nicely. Peacefully. For now, that's to dream on. We must continue with the present. The main building for the airport was hoarded with ghouls and radroaches. Nothing challenging. It now serves as our base of command. Time passed by, and our defenses were nearly finished. Fellow dwellers came to settle within our new fortress. Oddly we were met by a strange visitor. And now a new friend. A mutant, a friendly one at that with his twin-headed cow. Or Brahmin as he called this species. The brahmins' name was Bessie, and she was strapped with old luggage and suitcases. Poor thing, carrying that all day. The mutant was a good man. He even had a name. Graham. He came to us non-upset or revengeful for the other mutants we dealt with earlier. There was a fair and friendly amount of equestrian life and soul within this mutant. His kindness made us feel at peace, his jokes were amusing. He was at a loss of a few words. But understandable and caring. What made it odd was the allowance he wanted to trade his goods for. Bottle caps. And not just your regular plastic caps, no, these had to be Sparkle Cola Caps. Which brought me back to the question I had when first observing my pipe rifle. It had a cost for caps too. I guess since there isn't any government left in Mareica, we are left to adjust and make do what we now have as currency. Luckily we had some dwellers with caps on them to pay for consumables and clothing. We welcomed Graham into our fortress. And he showed us how to cook these new meats and vegetables. Showed us how we could properly survive out here. He was the best part of our day. And with that, day three came to an end. And so started the fourth day. Graham had to leave to continue his travels of trade. But he did leave us a guide for better resources and more. We thanked him. A kind heart in a wild world. We hope to see him again. I surely hope so.

Our next destination, Mount Blair. And from the distance, over the terrain and hilltops. A mountain of dust and soot. An Ash Heap, it may take a few days to prep for another trip. And from the distant view, we can only guess the atmosphere isn’t safe for our lungs. Gas Masks and filtered helmets are a must, to be found, scavenged, and collected. Tech and Faith decided to stay, as the only two who knew their way around manufacturing and culinary, they would be urgently needed. Especially with each dweller who has come to the base. Grey had also decided to stay, as well as Faith. She chose not only to join the Responders as a member of the police force. But to also aid Grey with the rest of their ever-growing faction. Celeste and I, along with other volunteers have decided to take part in this journey. Steel is to stay here, take command of Charleston in my absence, by my command. I have trust in the man, as he do I. Our departure will start during the third day of our second month.

Till then,

This is Century, signing off.

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Perk Card List; Century

GlowSight Lvl: 3
Radicool Lvl: 1
Lone Wanderer Lvl: 3
Skeet Shooter Lvl: 3
Concentrated Fire Lvl: 3

Side Card: Gun Slinger Lvl: 1

Perk Card List; Tech-kit

Heavy Gunner Lvl: 3
Bear Arms Lvl: 3
Lock and Load Lvl: 3
Radicool Lvl: 1
GlowSight Lvl: 3

Perk Cards List; Arcee

Martial Artist Lvl: 3
Gladiator Lvl: 3
Incisor Lvl: 3
GlowSight Lvl: 3
Radicool Lvl: 1

Perk Cards List; Grey-Crest

GlowSight Lvl: 3
Rifleman Lvl: 3
Traveling Pharmacy Lvl: 3
Lone Wanderer Lvl: 3
Radicool Lvl: 1

Perk Cards List; Celeste

Crack Shot Lvl: 3
Concentrated Fire Lvl: 3
Action Girl Lvl: 3
Gunslinger Lvl: 3
Quick Hands Lvl: 1

Introduction

New River Gorge, West Virgineigha

Saturday, October 23rd, 2077

09:42 AM

Title: The End...

"Holotape entry...Name, Silver Bullet. Retired Tesla Pilot and Commander of the U.S. Army. Father to my son. I had known that this day would come, but I never imagined it to be so soon. The President had given orders to strike on Virgineigha, Manehatten, and Trottington. As it had turned to be, supposed airships of the Zebra army had come into our skies. Though it hadn't seemed that our President thought of the lives she put in danger. And now, the town's folk of West Virgineigha run for the vaults. As did we. Me, and my son. I only pray that he may find a better future, with the care of a friend. He may find a better life than this. God, hear me now, answer my prayer. Please protect my son...And as the door sealed, the fallout began. I, Silver Bullet, lay down my life. And will embrace my end."

"Cause if there's one thing I learned in my life...is that war, war never changes."

End Holotape...