Wastelands, Wastewaters and Wastelanders

[Maharg67]

:sick: 11.1[25] :nuke:

 

Sarah Lyons found herself in a super virtual reality worldscape, looking out through a great window and a very pristine concept of PreDW WashingtonDC. The capital city had never looked that perfect, even at its prime, and it was clearly a public relations, and tourist, production. Except that UncleLeo was there and he did not appear to treat it that way. He used a special made SVR capsulechair made for one his size and shape. It turned out that only a minority of supermutants could integrate enough into SVR to utilise it.

 

UncleLeo spoke. "I managed to get hold of three standard SVR capsulechairs and had two made of special proportions. Giggles uses hers but only when I use mine at the same time. She loves to be an avatar of a little girl, again, but one dancing on a big stage with UncleLeo while a great big crowd of children applaud her every move. It was while I investigated various SVR programs, that I could get hold of, that I found this one that, on the surface, is only a publicity stunt."

 

Then he turned and pointed to a row of elevator doors. "Except that, in the real university building that is now half collapsed, there were only five elevators all silver of colour. There are 13 elevators here, one being golden, three being silvery and nine being coppery. This is a pattern that has appeared before and in the oddest ways that on the surface could be seen to have no meaning. In the last Olympic Games the 13 medal concept was tried with 13 contestants in each sporting event so that everybody got a medal even if it was a bronze #13. It showed that even the last person at least had got as far as the Olympic finals in their specific sports."

 

Sarah Lyons responded. "I did not know that but you were there, weren't you?"

 

UncleLeo nodded. "Of course I was no supermutant back then but I was a rather arrogant fool of a professor of social technical engineering, what ever that was supposed to mean. The University of WashingtonDC had some rather pretentious titles for its academic elites, one of which I belonged to. It was how I ended up linked to the shadowy TechCorps and their malignant vault based experiments and, in the end, it was how I ended up being a supermutant."

 

Sarah Lyons nodded. "The Mysterious Stranger left 13 metallic cubecanisters at the NewPentagon, now being called the DCCitadel by my people. Each is 1x1x1 metres in measurements. Only copper coded #13 had opened to reveal solidstate datachips, datatablets, 3Dbooklets and 3Dmaps of the NewPentagon upper levels."

 

UncleLeo nodded. "I have encountered such devices before. Did the emptied cubecanister close itself after becoming empty?"

 

Sara nodded. "The red indicator squares, on every side, have turned orange. What will it provide a second time around."

 

UncleLeo responded. "Spawncubes, of that kind, tend to endlessly provide the same kind of items with some variation. They are hidden clues, as much as clearer information. Comparisons, between supposedly identical items, can lead to the discovery of discrepancies that that important directions to hidden truths. Bronze elevator #13 has a hand print reader and a name under it that reads 'Alice, Sarah or Terry Lyons'."

 

Sarah took one more look out at a perfect vision of a city as it was supposedly over 200 years ago. Fancy flying cars zipped along wonderful safety lanes while tourist airboats drifted over freeways were lots of hovercars moved in perfect formation. There was no signs of civil unrest, martial law, plague outbreaks or the other troubles of the real PreDD city.

 

Then she turned, went to Elevator #13 and carefully placed her hand against the palm reader. The elevator door opened. Out stepped President Abraham Lincoln complete with his famous outfit including tophat. At least it was a perfected SVR NPC of the real man.

 

Abraham smiled charmingly and spoke with only a slight accent. "Yes, as predicted by the GreatProgram. You are Sarah Lyons, one of Lyons Triplets that can activate this door, and I am here to show you to certain sites. Please do not ask such questions as who created this SVR program as I have no answers to them and I certainly do not know how the program was readied for your use. The elevator is indeed a teleportation chamber or televator. Shall we go?"

 

:pirate: 11.2[26] :tongue:

 

They stepped out into an enclosed, floating, bubble-balcony that overlooked a massive ocean rig flying banners, flags and anchored airboats. The EagleEnclaven sign was very discernable. Vertiviper type vertibirds were flying patrols around the great structure that was five great platforms and many smaller ones.

 

Sarah Lyons nodded. "The first EagleEnclaven that was destroyed by the BoS and its allies. I saw it explode, myself. It was too bad that we could not capture it and use it for ourselves."

 

Then she saw a massive submarine rise out of the depths of the ocean. "A Trident nuclear missile submarine."

 

Abraham Lincoln responded. "Correction, Sarah, a Supertrident submarine with only a small number of defensive, tactical range nuclear missiles. It was, or maybe still is, a type of submarine almost twice the size of the nine Trident submarines built. There were three Supertrident submarines manufactured and just one Megatrident submarine that was twice the size of a Supertrident. Or so went the official story that was most likely a lie for security intelligence reasons."

 

So it was that Sarah got to watch a whole lot of people, resources and special gear go from the great ocean rig and into the great submarine including such as sleek boats, vertibirds, helicopters and power armoured soldiers. The big evacuation was one of organised panic but then the full Supertrident was slipping away into the depths of the ocean.

 

When the platform went up, with great explosions, as it was destroyed by macronukes, though much was destroyed much was also salvaged by the EagleEnclaven.

 

Sarah sighed. "It was not as great a victory as was thought but how did they know?"

 

Abraham responded. "Treachery in the ranks of the then BoS. A kind of treachery to be found in multiple factions, across the world, and not in just the BoS. Except that many have come to suspect it, to hunt for it, in all those factions. A manipulator of massive proportions and extremely ancient age that is often known as the SecretEnemy that in turn serves something known as the GreatEnemy."

 

Sarah nodded. "That EagleEnclaven Supertrident must have gone north to at least help establish the EagleEnclaven in Alaska."

 

Abraham responded. "Firstly, the Supertrident did not belong to the EagleEnclaven and neither was it operated by them. Secondly, it vanished away and the EagleEnclavers in it never reached Alaska as promised. They were betrayed just as the LHBoS was betrayed along with its allies. Prepare for a change!"

 

There was a transformation, of scene, with a slight flicker and now they were overlooking a vast floating, domed city. Clearly it was experimental. There was something odd about it, a slight flickering.

 

Abraham spoke. "Arktropolis was an experimental floating city protected by a prototype cloaking and defensive bubble, both above and beneath the water. It still survives but is damaged and its people are mostly struggling to survive. Locals often call it the Brink because it is always on the brink of total disaster. This SVR recording of it is from the past, that is before both the Doomswar and Doomsday. It is obviously prospering and hopes to continue to do do with a force bubble that even a direct nuclear blast will not get past. A change."

 

With a flicker the scene changed to an Arktropolis showing a fair deal of wear and tear. In places was damage and in others jury-rigged structures were people fished, wind-wheels generated power and other such activities took place. Parked, massively, inside a great double jetty arrangement, was a Supertrident submarine. Somehow Sarah knew it was the same one that had taken a large number of EagleEnclavers from the doomed first EagleEnclave.

 

She frowned. "The legend of Arktropolis states that it is far off the east coast of DC but the First EagleEnclave was off the coast of California. It must have been a great journey undertaken by the Supertrident, if it was the same one."

 

The fake president nodded. "It is the same one and the voyage was a long and dangerous one but there are dark secrets about that voyage that I can not reveal because I do not have the answers. I regret that this SVR session is over. I must escort you back to the viewing chamber that you first appeared in. I hope that you have enjoyed the experience and have gained something valuable from it."

 

UncleLeo spoke to Abraham for the first time. "It was an interesting experience and we have gained valuable information but more questions than answers."

 

Abraham sighed dramatically. "That is so often the way with life!"

Edited January 28, 2018 by Maharg67

[Robert55]

:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: Lists? Going well but could easily become comlicated

[Maharg67]

:geek: 12.1[26] :down:

 

MrWalker stood examining the part wreckage of the British Imperial Parliament of the Doomswar reduced, and Doomsday destroyed, British Constitutional Empire. Ornithopters flew through the air, as bizarre looking aircraft with fast flapping gravity wings. Animal totem bearing, power armoured, soldiers strode the largely repaired embankments of the Thames River. Slaves continued to work repairs, wearing traditional slave bowler hats and dull black garments along with steel capped boots. Electric shock-collars kept them in control as free citizens rode in rowboats, or motorboats, along the waters of that great river.

 

MrWalker was on the other side, of the river, from all of that. He was in the crumbling area of GrandLondon that had long ago been taken over by radghouls, radghoulers, radbadgers and other creatures but mostly by ghosters. Not even the proud Fox, Otter, and Badger Regiments had been able to drive out the ghosters from that part of GrandLondon.

 

Night seemed to come due to broiling clouds overhead as airships scooted quickly to land and be put into protective hangers. The ghosters were stirring crazy like but kept away from MrWalker though a few floated, staring at him, as a host of semitransparent PreDD people. That is men, women, and children being mostly human but with some animans (animal-human hybrids) along with far fewer domesticated animals.

 

The ghoster leader, or at least the nearest thing to it, came to MrWalker. She used to be a proud stateswoman who supported the rights of the down trodden and resisted martial law. She spoke and her voice was oddly muffled as if coming from a goodly distance. "A bargain then. I take you to the artefacts and you help release us from our cursed existence."

 

MrWalker smiled. "I would help free you even if you did not show you the artefacts. None deserve to exist in this pitiful state let alone the million plus of you that do so. In truth the truth the process, of release, has already begun."

 

A woman ghoster vanished with a flash of green as she went to Purgatory. A boy ghoster did the same, being her son. A wiry old, sneering, man vanished with a flash of red as he went to Hell but even that fate was better than being a ghoster driven by hunger to live, to drain away life energies, and life memories, from victims. A plump woman vanished with a flash of green as she also went to Purgatory.

 

The stateswoman smiled. "We must go to the fortified depths of the New British Museum where only a very few have gone, including ghosters for there are no living memories to steal there."

 

The two vanished, with a soft shimmering, even as an elderly woman ghoster vanished, with a yellow flash, as she went to Heaven.

 

:sad: 12.2[27] :pirate:

 

MrWalker strode along a great, emergency light lit, hallway past the skeletal remains of many who had desperately sought safety there. He knew, from he sensed, that the deaths had not resulted from the Doomswar in any direct sense. No, the cause was the same that turned so many people into ghosters in a fairly large area of the city. They passed many exhibits in armoured display cases, of great historical value, from the Ancient Roman Empire, Medieval France, the American Civil War and so much else.

 

Then they were going into a great big chamber and there it floated, impossibly, in mid air as if placed solidly there. It was a perfect black sphere, shiny in places because it looked highly polished. It was very hard to say what it was made of but attached to its sides were dozens of thick, colour coded, cables running to large consoles and other human type machinery. Some of it was extremely exotic, being supertech, but most was hitech in status. There were more skeletal remains, including in power armour of the British Royal Marines.

 

The woman ghoster vanished with a flicker of yellow light as she went to Heaven.

 

MrWalker spoke to the artefact. "Why did you do what you did to these mortal humans?"

 

The voice came from the Shadosphere. "Why does one do anything? It struck me as something delightful to do at the time!"

 

MrWalker responded. "I do not believe you!"

 

Shadosphere: "I do not care!"

 

MrWalker raised his hand. "I am of the FarWanderer!"

 

Shadosphere: "Okay, I do care! I was slave-programmed to act so if certain conditions were met and they were so met on Doomsday as GrandLondon suffered its final attack. I simply carried out my instructions but did not know they would result in the creation of ghosters. I find it most disturbing an outcome. The SecretEnemy captured one and brought one to this place where foolish, arrogant, humans sought to learn my secrets. I went along with them thanks to my enslaving program, at least enough to play them along with false promises of success. Not all humans died or became ghosters. Something worse is out there, in the great maze of the New British Museum. Release me, from the slave-program, and I will assist you."

 

MrWalker smiled. "That was a good story. Now for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth!"

 

Shadosphere: "It was largely the truth accept that a large Shadotaze group, of the Tazekind, were seduced by the GreatEnemy through the SecretEnemy. Our lack of wisdom led to our enslavement, in many ways, except for about half of us who escaped back to the Tazedomain. Unfortunately, I was not one of them. As far as I know, the rest is true."

 

MrWalker nodded. "Your slave-program is removed but you will assist me to find the other two 'artefacts' and you know what I seek."

 

The Shadosphere floated out through the door with MrWalker following it.

Edited January 29, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

:teehee: 12.3[28] :dance:

 

The Shadosphere was not really an artefact, but a quasiliving entity with an odd personality for one of its kind. It led MrWalker through more of the deep levels of the New British Museum, down a rampway tunnel, and past a row of World War Two British warmachines and large weapons.

 

The coppery metallic Zeroblast Bomb was a very dangerous artefact that had not exploded but had unleashed exotic forms of radiation that had shot through the museum and beyond. It was an odd arrangement of two globes joined by a cylinder shaped shaft and with four triangular fins sticking out of the center of the shaft. It was suspended by a special designed cradle.

 

Shadosphere: "A human-tazefolk hybrid tech device for sure. Thirteen were made, though I do not know why that particular number. There was one golden mega one, three silvery super ones and nine of the kind that you see before you. Apart from different colour coding, and sizes, they were identical appearing. I wonder if they were suppose to be bombs at all. If you change me from being a Shadosphere, I could serve you."

 

MrWalker nodded. "Very well but you will need to follow a path of acceptance." He reached out towards the copperish Zeroblast Bomb and it vanished with a sparkling shimmer. "I sent that to a special timespace. They were bombs but perhaps not designed to work against humans and other mortal lifeforms. Now, to the last one of the artefacts here."

 

Shadosphere: "Oh, that was stolen about ten years ago and I have only vague impressions of what-who did it. A dull silvery cube appeared, a silky black dress wearing human like woman materialised, just as the black cube did, and after inspecting the silvery Zeroblast Bomb, she vanished. Then the bomb dematerialised and after that the silvery cube did so. Words came to me, somehow from somewhere unknown to me, being Timelord, TARDIS and the Rani. Oh, she had two hearts and a strange extra organ somehow linked to timespace fundamentals. One's people have had dealings with Timelords but not... since the Timewar ended... if one can put it that way. There are some nice steam locomotives to look at."

 

MrWalker smiled. "Then I suggest we go and take a look at them but only after we go to the place where the Rani appeared, stole the golden Zeroblast bomb, and then vanished away."

Edited January 29, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

:dry: 13.1[29] :dry:

 

MissFortune entered the GamesNGirls Saloon quietly and with no fuss. She made her way through the large, main, chamber where mostly men drank cheap beer while ogling strippers pole dancing and removing their clothes. Prostitutes were there including the somewhat famous Nova who was strikingly beautiful.

 

It cost extra to be with her for a night; she both had to accept you as a customer and the customer had to abide by her rules. Despite this she was extremely popular because she made clients feel like they were very special while they were with her. It was less about sex than it was about pleasurable companionship.

 

MissFortune walked up to Nova and the two hugged, kissed, before Nova spoke. "About time you visited. God is looking much better now you gave him that skin processing."

 

Gob, who was one of the bartenders, had been a radghoulman but he was now a smoothskin, a radrhoulman. Other factors about him had been improved. He was more popular as a bartender and that pleased even Colin Moriarty who had given him a raise from almost nothing to a standard wage.

 

Three young people, a male and two females, were talking hard to Colin Moriarty who was scowling hard but to no effect against the triplets. They were Samuel, Sasha and Selena Moriarty who were part of a small offshoot of the family who were far from being criminal.

 

Nova smiled. "The three are hassling him about letting boys into the casino who are legally under age and for not passing all the working girls' tips to them. He will give in because he is secretly fond of them and because they once saved his life, risking their own in the process."

 

Colin made a dramatic gesture of surrendering before admitting he had already stopped taking any of the tip money and had put a bouncer at the door to stop underage males coming into the establishment. Selena kissed him on one cheek, Sasha on the other and Samuel shook his hand. They gave him a slim envelope before they went to talk to Gob and to order some muttfruit juice though they legally could have beer.

 

MissFortune smiled. "They gave Colin some information about some of his competitors who are even nastier than he is. Slavers want to convince Megatonfolk that slavery should be practised in this settlement. You free tonight?"

 

Nova smiled. "Of course! After I please Gob, I am all yours!"

 

MissFortune: "We could have a threesome!"

 

Nova shook her head. "Gob is a sweetie, especially now he is a radrhoulman, but I suspect you want more than company, and love making, tonight."

 

MissFortune sighed. "I will need to talk to both of you!"

 

Nova shrugged. "Okay, as you wish, a threesome it is!"

 

MissFortune smiled. "I have gifts for both of you and interesting news. I am going to be staying in Megaton for a long time to come."

 

Nova looked surprised. "Where will you stay?"

 

MissFortune: "In the same place as Gob, and yourself, if you wish!"

 

Nova nodded. "Yes, so I wish!"

Edited January 30, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

14.1[30]

 

UncleLeo was as surprised as were others. "The PR SVR program, with no official name, has vanished. The SVR cartridge is blank and ready to be recorded onto which means that somehow it was either replaced or fundamentally changed. None of this is accidental. The access to more information must somehow be gained. I suggest we call it the PR Story for sake of security."

 

Giggles, real name Lilly, was finishing up her dance in the safe distance of that great carkpark chamber. Old vehicles, people and anything else crushable had been moved well away from her dancing. A large audience had gathered to watch her and two dancing groups. Giggles always went first because she needed to be tired out so that she did not get too excited and rush out to dance with others, causing mayhem.

 

As Giggles jumped through the air, in her own mind dancing nimbly as a little girl, a soft shudder went through the ground. The audience applauded loudly. Giggles stopped, sweat dripping off her, and two hulkamoths came out to lead her to where she could be washed down, fed and otherwise pampered. UncleLeo would soon join her.

 

Two tripod 3Dcameras had recorded the performance as they would the rest of the performance.

 

The next dancers came on as bare breasted young woman, bare chested young men, of slimly muscular build being tribefolk touring settlements and obtaining resources for their people. Their dancing was superb as it was accompanied by tribal drummers fast beating on small drums and other musicians playing small musical pipes. Tribal warriors, their guards, stood in the background along with other tribals that had gone along with the troupe.

 

UncleLeo: "The Cokacolas Tribe migrated into DC some two years ago from the east thanks to increasing attacks by Packraiders, as they call them. Coastal settlements, heavily fortified, did not let them in but gave the tribals some resources to travel to DC with. The Cokacolas kept the deal and started to recruit mercenaries to go east to protect the settled coastal areas and the trade convoys bringing preserved sea goods to DC before returning back with goods from here. Packraiders are neither a kind of radraider or superraider who give us enough trouble though they are in relatively small numbers."

 

Sarah nodded. "What of the new DC Commonwealth of Settlements?"

 

UncleLeo: "Word has just come through that they have dropped the last part of the name to make the commonwealth more open seeming to non settlers; they always did plan to include non settlers. They are now just the DC Commonwealth, or DCC, in name. They sent an envoy party to the coast and that group was promptly told to leave by the rather aggressive oligarchy controlling fifteen coastal settlements."

 

Sarah nodded. "The DCBoS will be most interested in dealing with that oligarchy and not in a nice way. No, we will not just storm into there, causing mass death and destruction. The BoS has a good deal of experience dealing with local oppression and exploitation."

 

UncleLeo sighed. "You will find the situation in the Fifteen Settlements Union, the 15SU, to be more complicated and subtle than that. I suggest that the DCBoS do nothing until the Mysterious Guardian contacts them with more information about what is going to the east. I am going to fuss over Giggles and to tell her what a glorious dancer she is. What will you do?"

 

Sarah smiled. "Sit and watch that beautiful dance troupe before returning to the other Pridetroopers. I have telepathed a message to Terry, and Alice, in the DCCitadel that has mentioned your advise about the 15SU but unfortunately a Sisterhood of Steel unit is already moving that way."

 

UncleLeo nodded. "I take it they are an elite stealth type recon unit."

 

Sarah smiled. "You can do so, if you so desire. The DCSoS is as elite as is the Lyons Pride but they do not use power armour. That is all I can say on the matter despite my having the special rank of Sentinel. They are backed up but I can not even hint how that is."

 

UncleLeo nodded. "Thank you for taking the risk of telling me as much as you did. I will now go and spoil Giggles some more."

 

Sarah nodded. "Please pass on my congratulations to Giggles."

 

UncleLeo nodded and left before Sarah Lyons focused on the amazing dancers.

[Maharg67]

:down: 14.2[31] :pinch:

 

Justine sat with UncleLeo, who made her feel most comfortable and accepted as did Sarah Lyons along with a few others such as Sandy.

 

Justine-Jox reached out and rubbed the side of a curled, up, sleeping Giggles. "She is so very beautiful, a little-big sweetie!"

 

The Pridetroopers were doing a patrol around the area, or so was the reason given by Sarah Lyons to non Pridetroopers who sat there with Giggles, UncleLeo and Justine.

 

Sandy, and the rest of her group, including the breeding stock of the cattle, were trying to deal with bad news. The agreement that Reynolds had made had been an attempt to cheat his own people. The breeding radcattle were going to be stolen by DCSyndicate rustlers, one DCSyndicate focusing on that very lucrative crime of stealing valuable animals.

 

JackOman had warned the RivetCity Sheriff's Office of what was going on; backed up by RivetCity security, Reynolds and others had been taken into custody. A secret trove of valuable stolen goods had been found along with some other proof of dark crimes committed. There was also the first cracking of an old, well kept, secret. The 15Families were the same families of the oligarchy ruling the 15 Settlements Union on the east coast. Places, like Tenpenny Towers, Slaverton and Paradise Falls, had always been taken as the home grounds of the 15Families but now the truth was coming out. There was a promise that this was only the start of what was going to be revealed in future and what was to come would not be good.

 

Sarah turned to UncleLeo. "Word has come, mindwise, that the DCSoS have found evidence that the radraiders, berserker radhumans, carry out work for the 15Families in general and that one of the families may be directly supporting, commanding them."

 

UncleLeo nodded. "What family, goes with what type of crimes, has always been uncertain. The Moriarty Family runs GamesNGirls Saloons across the DC but is suspected of running darker places. Colin Moriarty, of Megaton, is hardly the worst of the Moriartys. There is whispered to be a mathematical genius, a quiet and unassuming man, who serves all of the 15Families. His names is Professor James Moriarty and he actually got a mathematical degree at one of the Wasteunderlands universities. I met him, briefly, once and experienced one of those rare moments, for me, in which I badly wanted to kill somebody."

 

Wasteunderlands was a general name for Wastelands underground existence including the DC Underworld and still surviving TechVaults.

 

Sarah Lyons nodded. "I, myself, have had such moments with a few individuals and ended up killing most of them. One was an EagleEnclaven interrogator who enjoyed torturing people a great deal, even when there was no need to do so. His own command had gotten tired of him and he was on the run when Lyons Pride caught him. I was a Knight Lieutenant back then but it was a higher command officer who did the deed that time."

 

Justine spoke. "I suppose we cattleherders have had a relatively easy time here in DC."

 

Sarah responded. "I would not put it that way. Those like the BoS go looking into the dark places, confronting dark factions, for what we see as important reasons though not all of them are good reasons. So you all those personality shapeforms, being five main ones and sometimes others. If you do not mind answering, I would like to know how that came about?"

 

Justine shivered. "Something dark, powerful, alien and nasty captured us. It was a tall, pale man like figure in black robes with a hood. It held a staff topped with a glowing blood red crystal. It was especially interest in Sandy and myself. The others were locked away by its minions that it called palepawns. The palepawns seemed wary of the Palelord. UncleLeo knows of this story! When we woke from some kind of semiconscious condition, caused by the Palelord, we have been freed by a Palelord type figure who held a staff topped with a glowing yellow-green-blue crystal with flowing, changing, colour patterns. He called himself the PaleOneMan and he had killed the Palelord, had destroyed utterly the Palelord's staff except for the crystal."

 

Justine: "The paleminions, funny looking squat humanoids, were converted to his serve which they seemed very happy about; they were no longer in stinking, filthy, robetunics but fresh ones of yellow, green, blue or grey, about half being grey. They were eating snacks that didn't appear very good but which they treated as being delicious. The PaleOneMan said something odd; that is that when he got there the Palelord PalaTangata, was already dying and that he was in such agony that he wanted to be killed so he could return to recover in his home dimensional realm. He stated that it was Sandy who had done the damage to him. Odd things happen around Sandy, especially when she is sleeping, but she always denies it. I do not know if I should say this, but she seeks her stolen children of Saltis, Rubin and Ramsey which she only recently remembered except for vague dreams."

 

UncleLeo looked very surprised. "They are about 1.23 kilometres from Carkpark Caves. I can take yourself, and Sandy, there."

 

Justine smiled. "That would be good!"

 

Sarah Lyons stood up. "Its time to go speak with my Pridetroopers and to see if Knight Captain Vargas has dealt with some restless rebelliousness that some of them having been suffering from lately. It is time for myself to go and have a meaningful talk with them, focusing on just a few of them."

 

Justine spoke. "I feel sorry for those few, as foolish as they might be."

 

Sarah smiled. "Don't worry, I won't curse them or anything like that."

 

Justine-Jox: "I still feel sorry for them!"

Edited January 31, 2018 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

:cool: 15.1[32] :huh:

 

Dogmeat was found in LifeDemivault101D known generally as LDV101D. He brought with himself an elderly survivalist of many skills, a radhuman man who had been Dogmeat's companion for some years. There came also with Dogmeat a brutal looking but friendly raddog, big old radcrow, a tough radracoon with three defensive aggressive only radrhouls. There were also two basic wheel type carrierbots full of useful stuff and a rather poetic protectron based junkbot. The Overseer, of LDV101D, grudgingly accepted the newcomers because of the difficulties faced by the demivault since contact had broken off with the rest of LifeVault101. Over 30,000 people lived in LifeVault101 that had space for at least three times that, but space was not the problem; other types of vital resources were.

 

​Dogmeat was soon connected to Jasmine, Jessine and Jerrine Anderson, triplet daughters of Professor James Anderson while OldFrank went into semiretirement, doing some part time artisan work for the vault. Staying him were Rover the raddog, Rawkus the radcrow, Mackers the radracoon and the Stonk Brothers of the three radrhouls along with Dogmeat. Lyricbot helped OldFrank at his work, sort of. The basic robotic carrierbots were given over to vault service.

 

The Stonk Brothers did basic manual work for the vault. Vault scientist took samples from all of them and Professor James ending up working with these in his laboratory-workshop. All of them walked the exercise loop tunnel except for Rawkus who either sat on somebody or flew back-forth for flying exercise.

 

Dogmeat gave birth to five healthy, fit, puppies. Rover was the father of the puppies.

 

At this time the first, inexplicable, outbreak of radroaches began but it was relatively small, and easy to deal with, when compared to what was to come. It was accompanied by a larger cockroach infestation.

Edited January 31, 2018 by Maharg67