A Raiders Morality

[TehBuddha]

A Raiders Morality

 

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Setting

 

“Indeed the very seat of the federal government, Washington D.C., has been reduced to what is now known as the Capital Wasteland”. - John Henry Eden. ‘President’ Of the USA

 

One-hundred and eighty years after the great-war, humanity survives, but is far from thriving. In a land, torn to shreds by nuclear warfare, a once proud city now lies in ruins. This city, is Washington D.C.

D.C is a dangerous place, epic battles rage within the city day in and day out. The Brotherhood of Steel, originating form the west coast, and the Supermutants, gargantuous creatures with superhuman strength and size, clash, in intense battles all throughout the city. The area around the city is rife with raiders and slavers. Not to mention the creatures. Gigantic beasts from the depths, and even larger ones on the surface. Each even more deadly than the other. Then there’s the Deathclaws, but I wont even go there.

There are other people out there too. Amongst them, the regulators. People who enforce the old laws of America. But there’s no court system. Commit a crime, or do wrong by these people and you pay with your life. As mentioned before, the Brotherhood of Steel are a major influence n the wasteland. The most technologically advanced people out there, their power armour really gives them the edge in combat, nobody else knows how to salvage it off their bodies, let alone wear it. Their holed up in the Citadel, a giant military instalment built soon after the scourge of the Pitt. The Outcasts, follow the ‘true mission’ of the Brotherhood of Steel. They left the brotherhood as they didnt beleive in Elder Lyons' goals.

There are also a few beacons of hope, humanities last bids for civilization. Megaton, a city built up from an old airfield, is near the ruins of Springvale, an old pre-war town. Megaton was founded by a group of travellers heading for the vault, needless to say, they didn’t get in. So Megaton was formed. They got some scrap from nearby, and before you knew it, there were huge walls encircling the town. Then there’s Rivet City. An old military aircraft carrier, converted to a town. No one really knows how it was founded. But there are rumours a guy named Pinkerton had something to do with it.

The raiders make up a vast majority of the wastelands inhabitants. The fight in tribes, or gangs in a bid to secure their superiority and of course, riches. But hardly any tribes have a vast enough hoard to be considered rich, or large enough numbers to be considered superior. The Raiders often pick out easy targets to rob, and probably kill. More often than not, their morality is indeed questionable.

[TehBuddha]

Its July now. The wasteland sun is scorching the ground and the waves of heat dance about merrily. But the life of a raider is far from merry. Dave and his band of raiders were trekking the wastes , trying to find refuge from the blazing sun, beating down on them. But the sun was the least of their worries. They were being hunted. Several raider tribes had heard of Dave’s band had recently assaulted a caravan, and that the brahmin they killed was carrying food, a nicety rarely found out in this hell-hole.

Eventually the group came to a halt under the shadow of a cliff-face. They stayed until nightfall, resting and recuperating their energy. Once the sky was dark, they headed for base camp. No one with half a brain would traverse the wastes at night, unless they were desperate. Dave lead his raiders over rough land for what seemed like hours. It was tiring work, and the fatigue showed.

It was decided that they should set up here and rest until morning. Confident in the fact that the other tribes would be unable to track them, Dave rolled out his sleeping mat and lay down. Before Dave was able to fall asleep, he heard a prolonged growl. Startled, Dave quickly rose to his feet. Looking in all directions, shouting his tribe awake. His eyes fixed on seven pairs of glowing eyes.

Knowing of the peril he and his bad were in, two words escaped his mouth, "night ghouls".

[NStigma]

A small talon company group marched tightly at the bottom of a small canyon. Character wearing black hoodie and desert camopants had been following them without any of them noticing. The day hadn't even started, but it was clear that the day to these mercs would end soon. Character took the hood off his head revealing dark brown hair and sunglasses. This same man had also three scars on his cheeck. Most people would have known this man from these signatures. A feared and skillfull assassin. This man was also known as Jowan.

 

Jowan took a small sip from his Nuca-Cola. He had been sitting next to a small burned house for a while now, but had no intension of leaving. He took a quick look around him, as his father had always teached him to do... Father... Jowan looked again at the house thinking: that's where the door used to be... And there was my room... And there... He pressed his face on his hands. It had been seriously eleven years now? No one else knew about what happened to Jowans family, and he liked to keep it that way. Only Sarah had known and now she was gone too. That's when he learned that making friends was pointles. He didn't need a family. He allready had one. One that would take him allways back. Allways... The raiders.

[evilneko]

In the dead of night lesser creatures, wastelanders, and even most raiders took shelter. Monsters and predators reigned supreme in the darkness. Predators like Sasha and her twin sister Aisha, a pair of young girls known among traders and Regulators to operate in the western parts of the central wasteland, identifiable mainly by their cat-like eyes whose shine was often the last thing a trader saw before being viciously attacked. The traders called them "Black Cats." Regulators just called them "young raiders." Traders were sometimes allowed to live. Regulators weren't so lucky.

 

This night however, the Black Cats weren't hunting traders. The night's patrol had come up empty. This night, they were fighting for their lives, as a group of night ghouls came naked, screaming, gibbering, charging out of the hills, beginning a fierce battle of glowing eyes, laser beams, and tracers.

 

And they had almost made it home without incident, too.

 

"Damn zombies!" Sasha yelled out, raising her laser rifle to take aim at a ghoul and squeezing the trigger, sending a brilliant red beam into the irradiated abomination's head.

[Nekochild08]

It was supposed to have been a nice, quiet night of hunting traders and possibly the odd raider or two but tonight was far from quiet. First they came up empty on their hunt, and then they were turned into the hunted by a pack of feral night ghouls! Aisha and her sister fought for their lives as both retreated for their home of VAPL-58. There they would be able to get to their roof and fight them off from a more secure position. Now though, they had to simply survive. Bringing her assault rifle up to her shoulder after slamming a fresh clip in, she squeezed the trigger and launched a burst of fire into the group of ferals. Complaining to her sister, she said. "Where the heck did these guys come from anyways!? I thought all the night ghouls were north of the river!"

 

Her eyes scanned the group of ghouls once more before she opened up another burst of fire at them. She was aiming to at least cripple the legs of the majority of them since it would give them a much better chance of getting out of this one alive but it wasn't easy aiming a rifle that was almost as large as she was accurately, while running no less.

[evilneko]

"Well they're here now!" Sasha yelled back.

 

She gritted her teeth, turning to run only to find a feral had somehow gotten behind her. It rasped and swiped at her, bony fingers catching her shirt. Sasha let out a shriek, shoving the muzzle of her laser rifle right into the ghoul's chest. Sasha pulled the trigger, burning a hole straight through the creature. As the dying feral fell backward, its fingers ripped right through Sasha's shirt. Sasha paid it no mind and ran for it.

 

They were within sight of home. If they could just get inside the fence without getting caught in their own traps, they'd be in good shape. She glanced behind and fired a few blind, one-handed shots from her laser rifle. She didn't want to use a grenade, but with more than a half dozen ghouls giving chase, she figured she just might have to.

 

"Aisha! Grenade!"

[TehBuddha]

Dave quickly looked around, looking for a good, covered, fire position to take up. He noticed an pre-war powerstation in the distance and shouted to his tribe, "We have to move, quickly! Split up, confuse the zombies! The rally-point is that power station across the valley! Go!"

The raiders darted of in all directions, as their gunshots ripped through the night air. The howls of ghouls echoed through the wastes, as did the screams of men and women being mauled b thse 'zombies'. Rushing through the burnt out forest at the bottom of the hill, Dave glanzed around, still running. He saw nothing but the surrounding trees. No one had came with him.

What if they were lost? What if they didnt leave the camp?

...What if they were all dead?

Dave stopped running and tried to listen for footsteps. He heard none. He looked behind him, hoping someone had followed him. But no figures emerged from the trees. Not a soul was in sight.

"They... Theyre probably already at the power station", Dave said, under his breath. He started running through the tree's once again, and didnt stop untill he came in sight of the power station. He slowed as he approached the gate. A bear trap snapped at his leg, and cut right to the bone. And yet another scream of pain was had. Dave collapsed, his shaking legs could no longer hold the weight of his body...

[Nekochild08]

Fighting the ghouls while running was hard on the young girl but she did her best to keep up with her sister, firing rapid bursts of fire into the crowd of ghouls. She knew that they were getting close to the power station so her hopes were lifted just that much. Through the commotion she heard her sister call for a grenade. "Right, here we go!" Slinging her assault rifle onto her shoulder for a moment, she reached down to the belt loop of her shorts and picked off a grenade, squeezing the handle and quickly pulling the pin. "Watch your eyes Sasha!" She threw the grenade into the most populated group and turned around while bringing her rifle back into her arms, positioned to be shot at any moment. The next thing she heard was a satisfying explosion as the death cries of the ghouls filled the air. At least half of the ghouls had been either killed or crippled from the explosion and the remainder of them were in line for her assault rifle. Squeezing the trigger, she launched a full clip volley at them. The hail of bullets ripped through two of the ghouls, killing them outright, and tore through the limbs of the third.

 

It was quiet for a few minutes so it seemed the action for the night was over. Her thoughts of peace were quickly silenced by the sound of old metal snapping, followed by the painful scream of what she assumed to be a male. Turning to her sister, she said. "Sasha someone's at our house!" She didn't like trespassers at all but once in a while she found someone she could talk to without being on edge. If this person wasn't hostile then maybe she could be friends with him as well.

[evilneko]

Sasha turned away as her sister lobbed the grenade behind them, concentrating her eyes forward until the boom of the grenade echoed through the night. Even as Aisha began mopping up the remaining ghouls with her chinese assault rifle, Sasha kept her focus toward home, making sure there was nothing else in front of them.

 

Finally, all was quiet. Sasha let out a sigh of relief. And then they heard the distinctly human cry of pain coming from the direction of their home.

 

"Sasha someone's at our house!" Aisha exclaimed.

"Shh. Careful, might be more than one. Let's split up and surround him. You go right..."

 

Sasha gripped her laser rifle tightly as she followed a winding path around the power station to avoid the traps she and her sister had set. She kept her eyes down, not wanting her eyeshine to betray her location too early. She stood up when she reached the rusting, burned-out husk of a car, and leveled her laser rifle at Dave.

 

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" She shouted.

[Zephyr2011]

Two figures stood alone upon a foggy hill in the pitch black night, bodies in Regulator dusters littered the ground about their feet. One shakily tried to level his Chinese Type 56 at the black demon that had torn his patrol to pieces. The other stood calm, smoke curled from his cigar as he looked down his nose menacingly in black dragonskin armor and a black bandana over his left eye. He was a full head taller than the short Regulator and he was infinitely better armed. Casually the barrel of the Sig Sauer 14mm pistol rose not shaking a fraction of a millimeter. Cadeus casually blew off the Regulator's hand sending a bullet tearing through his fingers, palm, and burrowing up his forearm. He dropped his assault rifle and fell to his knees. The devil holstered his pistol and grabbed the Regulator by the hair holding him back with his left hand, with his right he drew his cigar from his mouth and thrust it into the poor soul's eye. The scent of burning flesh was pungent in the air and the Regulator's screams rent the night. Cadeus dropped his cigar and stamped it out with his boot. The Regulator doubled over with his hands on the ground once Cadeus let go of him, the merciless man then kicked the Regulator's head with such force that his neck snapped like a twig.

 

male without a father's headed towards the capital wasteland eh? I guess a little reminiscence is in order for both of us then. The dark figure thought tohimself as he saw two distinct sets of tracks, one a Deathclaw's, the other that of boots with a unique treading. Cadeus began to head East towards DC.