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This is my first Fallout fic, and a one loosely based on one
of my games. Any kind of critique is welcome, evem if you'd
give it 0 points, I want to hear something...
"But Orn," Goris protested for the ninty-eigtht time, "do you
have to go there alone?"
Orn, also known as the Chosen One, sighed. Goris didnt like
the plan, and it seemed like he'd never stop complaining. It
wasnt like him, but Orn figured that even deathclaws had their
bad days.
"We discussed this earlier, didnt we? The Hubologists have lots
of guards and followers. A single person has the best chance of
survival. You could get wounded when we escaped, and I couldnt
stop to help you. Or vice versa."
"Then, let me go" Goris pleaded. "I'm tougher than humans."
"Yes, but you are also more distinctive. I doubt the Hubologists
would take kindly of a deathclaw running around in their base."
Goris decided to take another approach.
"You're a martial artist. Close combat is all good and well,
but the people in there have combat armor. Your fists wont be
able to penetrate it."
"Thats why I took this." Orn showed the Pancor Jackhammer to Goris.
"I'm not very good with guns, but when I set this thing on burst,
I'll *have* to hit something."
Goris nodded, still not pleased, but he knew that he couldnt get
Orn to change his mind.
"Very well then. Be careful, my friend."
"Thanks" Orn replied as he descended down the stairs to the Hubologist
base.
He easily convinced AHS-7 that he was a new recruit and got in.
Not interested to listening to the recruiting speech, he looked
around the base a little. After stealing twelve apples from the
lockers, he found the room where AHS-9 was.
Orn took the bomb from his backpack and put it on 30 seconds before
sneaking it in AHS-9's pocket. AHS-9 didnt seem to mind the fact
that he stood right before his eyes waiting with the Pancor
Jackhammer in his hands.
Orn had already began wondering wheter or not the explosive would
go off, or if he had done something wrong, but then it detonated in
AHS-9's pocket. As AHS-9 panicked and ran to a corner, Orn stepped
a few steps forward but didnt shoot at him yet, hoping that nobody
had heard the explosion.
Unfortunately, it had been heard, and a guard rushed into the room.
Not wanting to waste any more time than necessary, Orn set his weapon
on burst and fired it at AHS-9.
A few moments later, Orn began to get anxious. He had already fired
three or so bursts at the AHS-9, but the creep wasnt dead yet. And
the room was beginning to fill with guards. Fortunately his Power
Armor deflected most of the shots.
Then a volley of shots ripped at AHS's spine off, and Orn rushed out
from the door. Typically, no Hubologist had bothered on preventing
him from escaping that way.
As some of the shots penetrated his armor, Orn began wishing that he
had placed a Stimpack in his other hand. Fortunately the wounds were
little more than flesh wounds at the moment.
While rushing out of the base, Orn got his eyes on the other celebrity,
Nikki Goldman. She was a beautiful one, and Orn found himself wishing
that he could sleep with her some time.
But Nikki was enraged at him for killing AHS-9, and Orn sadly realized
that she would never even talk to him, much less have sex with him.
The thought of somebody else sleeping with her enraged Orn, and he
stopped running and turned to face her.
Nikki was just a few steps away from him, when her body was ripped
apart from the shots from Orn's shotgun.
"If I can't have her, nobody will" Orn thought grimly as he kept on
running.
As he was coming closer to the exit, he felt how a lucky bullet hit
exactly the right spot in the armor, and passed through a minimal
opening. The bullet hit a nerve center in his right arm, and Orn felt
it go limp. Even though the weapon didnt fall off for some reason, it
was useless now, as Orn didnt have time to change the weapon to the
other hand. Cursing, he kept on running.
He soon came to the exit and looked at AHS-7. For a moment he considered
on killing him as well, but then he remembered his crippled right arm.
Frowning, he rushed up the stairs.
Goris was faithfully waiting for him. Without bothering to engage the
scientist and his guards, Orn and Goris fled for the main part of the
city, where the armed Shi guards would protect them from any Hubologists
foolish enough to follow. None of them were that stupid.
"Did you get him?" Goris inquired.
"Yeah, but some son of a bitch hit my arm pretty badly. I gotta see a
doctor about it."
"Once we have seen the Shi Emperor, what do you intend to do?"
Orn's thoughts drifted to Nikki, and for a while he regretted killing
her. But then he remembered reality, and that there was a replacement
for everything.
"I think I'll go to New Reno. I gotta visit Cat's Paw to remind myself
that any girl can give me pleasure, not just celebrities."
of my games. Any kind of critique is welcome, evem if you'd
give it 0 points, I want to hear something...
"But Orn," Goris protested for the ninty-eigtht time, "do you
have to go there alone?"
Orn, also known as the Chosen One, sighed. Goris didnt like
the plan, and it seemed like he'd never stop complaining. It
wasnt like him, but Orn figured that even deathclaws had their
bad days.
"We discussed this earlier, didnt we? The Hubologists have lots
of guards and followers. A single person has the best chance of
survival. You could get wounded when we escaped, and I couldnt
stop to help you. Or vice versa."
"Then, let me go" Goris pleaded. "I'm tougher than humans."
"Yes, but you are also more distinctive. I doubt the Hubologists
would take kindly of a deathclaw running around in their base."
Goris decided to take another approach.
"You're a martial artist. Close combat is all good and well,
but the people in there have combat armor. Your fists wont be
able to penetrate it."
"Thats why I took this." Orn showed the Pancor Jackhammer to Goris.
"I'm not very good with guns, but when I set this thing on burst,
I'll *have* to hit something."
Goris nodded, still not pleased, but he knew that he couldnt get
Orn to change his mind.
"Very well then. Be careful, my friend."
"Thanks" Orn replied as he descended down the stairs to the Hubologist
base.
He easily convinced AHS-7 that he was a new recruit and got in.
Not interested to listening to the recruiting speech, he looked
around the base a little. After stealing twelve apples from the
lockers, he found the room where AHS-9 was.
Orn took the bomb from his backpack and put it on 30 seconds before
sneaking it in AHS-9's pocket. AHS-9 didnt seem to mind the fact
that he stood right before his eyes waiting with the Pancor
Jackhammer in his hands.
Orn had already began wondering wheter or not the explosive would
go off, or if he had done something wrong, but then it detonated in
AHS-9's pocket. As AHS-9 panicked and ran to a corner, Orn stepped
a few steps forward but didnt shoot at him yet, hoping that nobody
had heard the explosion.
Unfortunately, it had been heard, and a guard rushed into the room.
Not wanting to waste any more time than necessary, Orn set his weapon
on burst and fired it at AHS-9.
A few moments later, Orn began to get anxious. He had already fired
three or so bursts at the AHS-9, but the creep wasnt dead yet. And
the room was beginning to fill with guards. Fortunately his Power
Armor deflected most of the shots.
Then a volley of shots ripped at AHS's spine off, and Orn rushed out
from the door. Typically, no Hubologist had bothered on preventing
him from escaping that way.
As some of the shots penetrated his armor, Orn began wishing that he
had placed a Stimpack in his other hand. Fortunately the wounds were
little more than flesh wounds at the moment.
While rushing out of the base, Orn got his eyes on the other celebrity,
Nikki Goldman. She was a beautiful one, and Orn found himself wishing
that he could sleep with her some time.
But Nikki was enraged at him for killing AHS-9, and Orn sadly realized
that she would never even talk to him, much less have sex with him.
The thought of somebody else sleeping with her enraged Orn, and he
stopped running and turned to face her.
Nikki was just a few steps away from him, when her body was ripped
apart from the shots from Orn's shotgun.
"If I can't have her, nobody will" Orn thought grimly as he kept on
running.
As he was coming closer to the exit, he felt how a lucky bullet hit
exactly the right spot in the armor, and passed through a minimal
opening. The bullet hit a nerve center in his right arm, and Orn felt
it go limp. Even though the weapon didnt fall off for some reason, it
was useless now, as Orn didnt have time to change the weapon to the
other hand. Cursing, he kept on running.
He soon came to the exit and looked at AHS-7. For a moment he considered
on killing him as well, but then he remembered his crippled right arm.
Frowning, he rushed up the stairs.
Goris was faithfully waiting for him. Without bothering to engage the
scientist and his guards, Orn and Goris fled for the main part of the
city, where the armed Shi guards would protect them from any Hubologists
foolish enough to follow. None of them were that stupid.
"Did you get him?" Goris inquired.
"Yeah, but some son of a bitch hit my arm pretty badly. I gotta see a
doctor about it."
"Once we have seen the Shi Emperor, what do you intend to do?"
Orn's thoughts drifted to Nikki, and for a while he regretted killing
her. But then he remembered reality, and that there was a replacement
for everything.
"I think I'll go to New Reno. I gotta visit Cat's Paw to remind myself
that any girl can give me pleasure, not just celebrities."