Fallout: War Never Ends (© Jesus Riddle Morales)
Page 1 This is the Fallout Mini-Series by Dark Riddle based
on the popular video games from Bethesda & Obsidian. It is Fan-Fiction and
NOT canon for the actual games.
Snippet #1 "War Never Ends" The DC Ruins. July 4th, 2277 A grey haze, mixed with brown mist and a tinge of yellow.
That’s what the land looks like in the age abroad. Depressing, desolate,
dreadful, and even demeaning in most places, the shattered corpse of Washington
DC was afflicted with much the same disease as the rest of America. Other
cities like Pittsburgh, Chicago, and New Vegas have had a nasty dose of the
irradiated scourge as well, some less than others, but nonetheless deadly. Off
in the distance the sound of a giant scorpion tangling with a pack of
over-sized mole rats could be heard rustling in the stale breeze. Vase Vintage peered into the dark night sky of
Post-Apocalyptia. Washington DC was once a place of litigation, commerce and
lawmaking, but the law had little to do with the roaring wastelands ahead. What
did the world really value now? Had the planet’s nations felt so jaded that they burned the
earth to cinders? Perhaps, they did, after all the most famous year to date was
the year of the Great War -2077. Now, a whopping 200 years later, humanity
still lives by that ever-present code of violence, namely war. Vase Vintage was a skinny twenty-year-old with short hair
cropped into a stylish Bob-cut. It was so shiny and dark it appeared pitch
black at times. Her face was a smooth porcelain picture, only interrupted by
the era’s brutality by a long reddish scar that dipped across her left eye. She
wore light-weight leather armor, and it too, was a stylish slick black. Vintage
was an accomplished thief and mechanic, but she often used her charisma to get
what she wanted. More skill oriented than strength, Vase was a valuable asset
to anyone that could capture her. Perhaps that’s why she tagged alongside of
Sarah so long. Or maybe her insecurities were what made her adopt the
German Sheppard she found at the junkyard six days ago. Whatever the case, Vase
was a thinker, but also a person always willing to act on behalf of the
righteous. Vase lifted her slim body and stood tall against the scenery
of grey and dreaded landmarks. She thought about her time in a small vault
classroom, dodging wanna-be gangs like the Tunnel Snakes trying to eek out a
pleasant existence. Yet Vase Vintage always thought about the past, she was
enamored with tales of the world left behind. She knew that the old world
fought over resources. That was not such an uncommon thing to do back then.
According to Vault 101’s holo-history files, overpopulation and the collapse of
free-trade brought about the sordid Sino-American War and soon after, the bombs
really made their power felt. A stark change from fighting over food, fresh water became
the most valuable commodity and everyone wanted it – indeed, they NEEDED it.
Now, in the wastelands, purified water was a luxury and irradiated water was
the norm. Vase tilted her head wondering if the old leaders of pre-century
America knew this; would they have done things differently? She did not know and
soon Vase was suddenly woken from her daydreams of a nostalgic by-gone
civilization. "You hear that, sister? 3-Dog got all the scoops on DC."
Sarah Lyons said as she oiled the gears on her heavy-plated Power-Armor. "My
father told me about him. I sometimes wonder if he knows about the Garden of
Eden Creation Kit. That guy has many informants; still, he does preach the word
righteously." With blond-ish hair and a dark ethnic complexion, Sarah
Lyons was the daughter to a very influential elder in the Brotherhood of Steel
Knights. As it was, there was much expected of her. It was the proverbial
problem of filling in the shoes of a great relative. She was strong and knew
weapons very well – inside and out. As the tunes of Galaxy Radio belched out
from a makeshift radio-box, Sarah tapped her feet to her favorite song. "Hey, I love this tune, Let’s Go Sunning - now that’s a big
band boogie." Lyons remarked. "It keeps my mind thinking of warm yellow sun and
away from this dreary mud hole. When I was a kid, my dad took me to a place
with real trees. It was so green and lush, and sunny too. He called it the
Oasis. Did I ever tell you that, Vase?" [ Continue to page 2 ] |