it had happened the world's government had finally bombed each other to oblivion it was only a matter of time till global nuclear armageddon was unleashed on the world. the governments of the world bombed each other for control over the dwindling planets natural resource those who were lucky enough to escape the explosion hid in vaults to protect themselves from deadly radiation 50 years later the vaults are opened for the survivors of the calamity to repopulate the earth
Nathan stood in an isolated building overlooking the Wasteland, Radium Rifle in hand. He had led a small group of his Raiders here to salvage what supplies they could before moving back to Crimson Blade territory. The Raiders in his charge weren’t the most memorable or skilled, but he was cunning enough to get them to act as bullet sponges should the need arise. He hadn’t intended on leading a large gang; it had been an unintentional choice of the previous Overboss, who had decided to challenge Nathan to a duel after he suspected a coup with the former Vault Dweller at the head. Long story short, the Overboss lost and Nathan stood up in his place. Returning to the present, he noticed a bit of movement in the distance. Seeing this as an opportunity, he set his Raiders in place to act when the thing got closer.
Thing would be an appropriate description of the approaching object if a person had never seen one before. From a distance, the approaching object could be mistaken for some type of misshapen or mutated creature at first sight. What was more apparent was the fact that it was dragging a deceased but moderately sized deathclaw in it's wake.
Amira sighed as she continued her trek back to her home, the left hand of her armor locked around one of the deathclaw's horns. She would be eating good for a few days but it had taken forever to track and hunt the thing. While initially worried that someone might stumble upon her little home while she was away gather food, her worries had faded over the last few days. After all, the building was out of the way in the middle of mostly wasteland. It's only real merits being the river nearby and it's semi intact basement bunker where she had found her armor. No other surrounding buildings outside of a large collapsed garage and any major cities were almost a day or so away. No, no one would come so far out for just a single building.
Amira sighed as she continued her trek back to her home, the left hand of her armor locked around one of the deathclaw's horns. She would be eating good for a few days but it had taken forever to track and hunt the thing. While initially worried that someone might stumble upon her little home while she was away gather food, her worries had faded over the last few days. After all, the building was out of the way in the middle of mostly wasteland. It's only real merits being the river nearby and it's semi intact basement bunker where she had found her armor. No other surrounding buildings outside of a large collapsed garage and any major cities were almost a day or so away. No, no one would come so far out for just a single building.
Anton steps out of the vault blinking as his eyes adjust to the light of the sun he had been frozen in cryosleep for years and he was eager to get to the surface granit everything was either irradiated or destroyed,but Anton didn't care he was glad to get out of the vault and walk around. He sighs as he signals for a droid to come with him as he leaves the vault it is good to finally get out of that vault
Amira Kirks wrote:
Thing would be an appropriate description of the approaching object if a person had never seen one before. From a distance, the approaching object could be mistaken for some type of misshapen or mutated creature at first sight. What was more apparent was the fact that it was dragging a deceased but moderately sized deathclaw in it's wake.
Amira sighed as she continued her trek back to her home, the left hand of her armor locked around one of the deathclaw's horns. She would be eating good for a few days but it had taken forever to track and hunt the thing. While initially worried that someone might stumble upon her little home while she was away gather food, her worries had faded over the last few days. After all, the building was out of the way in the middle of mostly wasteland. It's only real merits being the river nearby and it's semi intact basement bunker where she had found her armor. No other surrounding buildings outside of a large collapsed garage and any major cities were almost a day or so away. No, no one would come so far out for just a single building.
Amira sighed as she continued her trek back to her home, the left hand of her armor locked around one of the deathclaw's horns. She would be eating good for a few days but it had taken forever to track and hunt the thing. While initially worried that someone might stumble upon her little home while she was away gather food, her worries had faded over the last few days. After all, the building was out of the way in the middle of mostly wasteland. It's only real merits being the river nearby and it's semi intact basement bunker where she had found her armor. No other surrounding buildings outside of a large collapsed garage and any major cities were almost a day or so away. No, no one would come so far out for just a single building.
Seeing the newcomer dragging a Deathclaw (once they came closer into view,) was enough to scare a lesser gang of scavengers; not so the Raiders of the Crimson Blades! Rather than seeing fear or certain death, they saw opportunity; someone lugging the corpse of one of the most powerful wasteland beasts (other than Cazadors, though they’d only heard tales of these in the western parts) was certainly carrying something valuable, if not a horde of lost treasures and caps!
The Raiders got into position, setting an ambush for the oblivious scavver now heading straight into their trap. In just a few moments time, the figure would either be a prisoner or a corpse, and the loot they’d gathered would be theirs. For the lesser ranked, this also meant tons of Jet and Psycho to go around, but for the higher-ups like Nathan and Vixen, it meant another step closer to gaining more territory, more space, and enough resources to fuel an army to take over the Wasteland! (Or at least a large ‘fortress’ like Nuka-World.)
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