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Journal of the Officer
« on: April 24, 2016, 02:39:33 am »
Journal of the Officer

2250. April. 22:34. Officer logging daily duties then signing out. Stop. Personal log. Cira’s birthday is tomorrow. Stop. Please remind me never to forget about her again. My mind has been wandering off more than usual, and I am always cold.

2250. April. 12:54. The air is getting stale. Overseer requested new filters installed on the vents. However, for some reason we are running low. Robobrain, and Thomas will have to improvise in the near future. We are not prepared for shortage. It is odd, how our resources keep dwindling. Stop. Officer logging daily duties. Overseer, is our vault dying?

2251. January. 06:00. I’m having nightmares, and I can barely breath. Thomas says it’s the dust in the air, but I don’t know if that’s a good enough answer. Is my home dying? I can’t remember the last time I was really happy. I haven’t had a decent meal in weeks, and I completely forgot Cira’s birthday again. We haven’t spoken in a few days either. Officer logging daily duties. Personal log. What is out there?

2251. March. 14:45. Thomas is dead. The Overseer had me shoot him until he was dead. I fear that if this goes on I won't have any friends left. What is going on down here? How long can we keep this place up? Officer logging daily duties. Personal log. I miss you, Thomas.

2252. March. 04:40. Logging computal security breach. This morning our systems were affected by some sort of glitch. A list of passwords and logins were suddenly sent off to the surface... Somewhere. The mainframe was unable to trace the recipient, but it was sent to the United States. Impossible. Unless there is life on the surface...

2252. March. 23:09. Logging possible surface hazard. After midnight there was a loud banging sound coming from the other end of the surface doors. Security was unable to determine the cause of the disturbance. If there is life out there will it be friendly?

2253. September. 00:04. Logging status update. Vault future facing catastrophic eventual destruction. Resources and materials are depleting at an alarming rate. Vault is unable to sustain daily agriculture or food production. Highly recommend begin exploring surface.

2254. January. 00:00. Doomsday. Our vault doors opened on their own today at exactly midnight. It is the same day that our resources completely ran out, and most of our equipment stopped working. All this of course is supposed to be impossible! Our systems were meant to last forever! We had a completely self-sustaining system here! Nothing was supposed to go wrong! And now they're sending us out in droves!! The Overseer is sending me out next! In less than a few hours I’ll be cast out of my vault, and thrown into the god forsaken wasteland! Officer signing out.

This will be my last entry. God help us all. Cira! I'm so sorry! I've always been a horrible friend! I'm so sorry! Please God! Be good to her! Please! She's so innocent! She doesn't deserve to be thrown out to the wolves!
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #1 on: April 24, 2016, 08:35:22 am »
2254 January 00:00 wipe confirmed ?
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #2 on: April 24, 2016, 11:28:07 pm »
Nah, a bit later.

EDIT: This isn't "fan art".
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #3 on: April 26, 2016, 08:56:31 pm »
nice read

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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #4 on: April 27, 2016, 12:40:39 am »
Personal Log

AD2252 Feb: Been out here so long, smelling this bad has finally become normal to me. I will never give up looking for the GECK. There has to be one somewhere. In a vault. Just keep looking. Overheard those guys laughing about a fresh batch of vault login credentials. It sure helps to have this work in the bar, but are there any good-guys left?

AD2252 March: Whoah, how many feds are here now? They don't need to wear the uniform - i know 'em when i smell 'em. Too many to be a test. These guys are up to something. Gotta be careful. They won't spot me as long as they keep thinking i'm just the happy beer brewer. Stay smiley. Gotta follow 'em tonight though - if they found a fresh vault, it could have a GECK. My one big goal! I can't get it, but at least i could track it.

AD2252 March: Jackpot! Those guys DID find a vault! They set up camp by the big door. Guess that delayed 'em for a bit. Good. Now just stay low. Stay quiet. And watch 'em. If they get in, i'm sure it will be loud, and if they find any special items, i'll get one brief chance to detect that in their movements. Maybe. No snoring tonight...

Supplemental, same night: Dear God, please help whoever is inside to be strong. And if you're in there, people, don't trust anyone out here, for cryin' out loud. Stay back from the door, because they brought explosives. Gotta be expensive. I rather hope the door holds. I might have to change positions here too - i noticed a sentry detail scouting the camp's perimeter. Don't want any more risk than this already is. Ding-dang sniper rifle was hard to get.

AD2252 May: Ha! They must be so disappointed. Aw. Have to go victimize someone else this time. Bastards. The big door would not budge. Good for you guys inside. Feds gonna camp this place though for a year i bet until they figure a way in. Okay, this is my life now, watching a vault.

AD2253 Summer: Sorry for not writin' more. Been keeping things even. I make it out to the vault every couple weeks just to see if that big door has moved. It hasn't. I wonder...maybe they aren't even alive in there? A grizzly scene. Think about Christmas to get that out of my head. It's gotta open some day. I hope i don't miss it. Glad the feds left.

AD2254 Jan: I knew it! I missed it! That door is open! I can't even believe it! Got bored, snuck up here in the middle of the night. Stupid thing to do. I know better than this. Too much risk. Whatever. Things attack me all the time - i always live through it now. Guess this is what getting careless is like. Anyway, glad i came because at least now i know - that vault is open now. Does anyone know about this yet? Seems like the feds would be swarming the place if they knew. Seems like i'd see someone around the entrance if it was opened by the dwellers. Nothing. Nobody. Dead black inside. Maybe it opened on a timer. What are the chances someone could run in there, check it, loot anything and get out? Should i try it?
 
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #5 on: April 27, 2016, 12:47:23 am »
Amazing job! Please guys! Post your own version of a "personal log" placed before January 2254! Let's see what we can come up with!

2254 is a very special year. VERY SPECIAL year. The entire world changed in 2254.

http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Timeline#2254

What if you had actually spent your entire life underground, not knowing of the outside world, and one day you were forced to just pick up and leave?
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #6 on: May 28, 2016, 11:38:37 pm »
Team Alpha, Explorer's Log
Today was a Special day. I finally found what I was looking for all these years, one of the big abandoned military bunkers some say don't even exist. It was a tough challenge, as ecxpected, but I call it a win.

I began this personal quest as a specialized encounter finder. The big goal was always the abandoned military bunker, manned by deadly robots, because very special items were rumored to be in there. And I was taught all of the skills needed: how to fix mechanical things, how to fix computer tech, how to pick locks, even how to make and use bombs. I was fast on my feet too, exploring the whole map every day. Like a true Scout, I retained detailed map info and knew where to find what and who. I was no sniper, but could use a shotgun just fine. And that's just what I would need some day when I found this special place. Robots hate EMP damage, and I knew how to make EMP shotgun shells.

I had to be a patient guy though. It took a long time to build a 3-man team of combat companions first. I screened so many, dismissing most who just did not make the grade. After a while though, my persistence paid off. I'm up to 3 out of 4. All 3 are as agile as they get, and now with all this training and practice, they're little tanks ready for assignment.

No complaints about the time either. During their training, I found a Vertibird! Found a Little Shelter with Hardended Power Armor too, plus a Vindicator minigun, a Pulse Rifle, an old medical clinic, a crashed Nuka Cola truck, a forgotten warehouse full of handy nick-nacks, and more.

But today...today was the big score: the military bunker, and it was manned by killer robots. I set up a tent there and flew in some supplies. Assembled the team, geared them with the best Combat Armor and Pancor Jackhammers, then distributed EMP shells to them all. We started our approach...

The place was deadly. I did not expect to lose so much hair. The control terminal was tricky, but I got the lights on which apparently brought the whole place to life. A Mr Handy defense-bot powered up and the Companion team killed it before I could say anything. The other doors were solid, locked tight. Fine, on to level 2. But first, whoa, I felt like I was melting. We retreated back to the staging tent, and I had to leave the team there while I found a doctor. The doc in Junktown was available, glad to say. Fixed me up quick and cheap. Back to the tent. I hope the basement is rad-free.

Elevator is working now, so we hit level 2. I stationed the team near the elevator. Got past the energy door, and into the main "hallway of death", killed one sentry bot and led the other robots back within range of the team. The companions cleaned up! Calmed down, healed everyone and pressed on...

Back into the main hallway, moved the team up and stationed them there. Suddenly a door opened and everyone was attacked by multiple targets. One companion went down, and so did I! I was knocked unconscious but the rest of the team took care of business. When I woke up, the hallway was calm again. We drug Suzy out of there. She'll need some time, but Simon and Mina were still good to go, and now I was back to full strength too. Okay, what else...

Explored the rest of level 2, and the team was doing well. Then we really got hit hard. I mean we were all clobbered. Guess we were getting too close to something important. Had to regroup and reassemble back at the tent. Suzy was back on her feet by then, thank God. Everyone was feeling frosty again and ready to finish the job.

Back to level 2. Made 'em pay. It was like the whole team went into overdrive. We took down all the remaining targets without taking hardly a scratch. Cut our way to the admin office. Here's where my Lockpick skills were tested. I passed. I kept finding these color-coded key cards too, and this last one must be the best one, being locked up like this.

One more room down the main hall. Don't touch it. I have a bad feeling about that room. First let's see if this key card gets us into those rooms back on level 1. I saw a computer down here with info about a super robot called Nemezis. Logged out when I saw that. Is that what's in that room at the end of the hall? I bet it is. Maybe we'll come back.

Think strategy. What we did on level 2 worked. Let's stick to the plan. Station the team down here, and I'll get these doors open. I'll pull whatever is in there down the hall within range of the team. That way we'll have 4 guns shooting targets, not just 1.

Worked like a charm, despite the fact that 2 sentry bots were ready in there with dual miniguns, and two more just like them in each room! What a fight. I love it when a plan comes together.

Wow look at all the ammo crates. What's this...Power Armor! And some sort of energy pistol I've never seen before - looks like it came out of a classic sci-fi series from the 1960s! Ha-ha, what a day. Ahhh yes, hello mister wall safe...

And the clouds parted and there was light, and it shown down upon my new Strength implant. Let's get this stuff out of here before someone else shows up.

Okay, now let's see about that big toughie in the basement. I bet he's hiding something too...

-Captain Felix Uhnger
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #7 on: May 29, 2016, 01:39:13 am »
Fuckin' awesome :O
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« Reply #8 on: September 01, 2017, 02:03:32 am »
And then it came to pass. That day people all secretly feared, deep down. Somehow we all knew it would happen...again...since it had happened before. And more than once. But the thought of it was just too terrifying for most, and these were tough times.

They'd always been tough times. So many had tried to climb up and get out of this trench of a life we inherited. But truth is, we're all stuck here. Together. So with tough times to deal with non-stop every day...yeah people just didn't want to think about it. They'd shove it down, into somewhere deeper, and pretend it's not a priority.

But then it happened. I got a birds eye view of it too. I managed to climb up to some high point, and dig in. Was a heart-pounder getting all these supplies up here, but worth it. So i sat and waited. Watched for it every day. I knew it would come fast, but maybe...maybe i'd see it first.

And i did! Before it reached us, i saw it high in the sky way off in the distance. At first, just looked like any serious thunderstorm. Very dark. Scary lookin'. But as it drew nearer, it's width took over the horizon from left to right, and then it breached the range tops. In ALL directions! It was a dark sky like night time but right in the middle of the day. No sun. I could hear the screams in the valley from all the way up here. It really shook me. Turned my head and could see sparks. What were those from? Some big electrical problem somewhere. Then came the wind. Everyone had to know, this was it. It wasn't only me. My vantage point was one of the best, but surely everyone knew...this was it.

The wind howled like some giant forest monster, and then the dust hit. I watched it whirl around in the valleys first, but took cover once i saw it was climbing up my mountain! It was like a sand-blaster, scouring everything off of every surface. Yep, this was another one of those storms.

And it had been predicted too. I met a monk in Hub who told about it. Somehow he knew some history of these things, and he said this next one would be the biggest one. He called it...the storm to end all storms! I never could get him to explain exactly what that meant, but sure sounded ominous. I'd meet hermits sometimes too, and they'd always know about it. "Yep", they'd say, it's coming! Better be ready, if you know how" and they'd walk off before explaining how. Is that how all religious people are? Reference dire things and leave you hanging?

It doesn't matter now much anyway. The storm has destroyed my house. I mean, the house is gone. I write this from the cellar. So glad i dug this out of the rock. What else was i going to do with my time while i waited? If i hadn't, the dust would have pulverized me anyway, and the wind would have whisked me away from this mountain. I bet my body would have been ripped limb from limb by now and cast to the four corners of the map. Those poor people below. I wonder what I'll find down there...if i ever get out of this.

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« Reply #9 on: September 01, 2017, 02:12:48 am »
Diary of Annabella, last survivor of The Last Light's Crisis Response Operators

Based on true events during the last hour before the wipe of Season Two

I saw myself die. Yet, there are worse fates than death. I was there when the madness took hold. I remember...what they call the "Wipe". Everyone knew it was coming. You could smell the fear. The dogs cowered under the wagons, the brahmin huddled in the pens. The skies darkened, I knew what was coming. I checked my Geiger counter. This wasn't any ordinary dust storm.

I was on my feet in an instant. I sprinted to the depot...my heart raced to the point of nearly bursting. I dusted off my Desert Combat Armor, andhefted my long stashed gatling laser, pocketed my pulse pistol, and grabbed the forbidden paramedic's bag. I swore to Lisa I'd never become that old me again, but where was that old me when she needed it the most? Haunting memories.

When I came back, some of the locals had started to rail against the containment the guards were imposing. I saw what was going to happen before it did. I had just enough time to slam down a Psycho...this madness was preferable to the other kind, the impending doom. One man tried to run the blockade...and that's when the shooting began. It all happened so fast. It always does.

I shoulder barged the nearest line and broke through, commandeering a local house outside the main city walls. I shot one guard through the chest, obliterating his torso. I hefted my gatling laser and tore through a line of them. I regret that their metal armor caused significant casualties among the civilians. It was already upon us, the screams, the howling. But they wouldn't relent. It had finally taken everyone. The madness was there.

They kept coming, all of them. People were dying, monstrosities and deathclaws were herded by the sour sweet winds of oblivion. All those caught out in it were beginning to suffer. It was upon us. I remember that the Knight was beside me...I don't know how he got there. All I knew is that he was White, and he was a Paladin. I remember an enclave trooper...he screamed his name was Pete and he wasn't going to let them take me without a fight.

We took two mother deathclaws at the door. By this point, my oldest comrade, Ermac, had showed up with Avenger in hand. We took them in pairs, I kept slamming super stims into his neck seals to keep him upright, while inhaling jet with crushed buffout in it. Then the tide of mutants came, we were being shot by both mutants and the crazed guards. It was then I had the awful epiphany that his presence heralded a death foretold.

The mutant, a visage of the master himself, shoulder barged the door, knocking us all down. His relentless charge shattered my visor and sent the knight and the trooper sprawling. It was then, Ermac suffered the worst end of the deal, dragged out by a monstrosity and gunned down by a crazed guard. All I could see was him spinning up the barrels of his Avenger, taking the guard with him as he was gored by the abomination's horns. The only thing I could hear in that horrific moment... was the Elite Nightkin laughing...his bellows shaking the ground. My tears tainted the soil with bitter rage.

I shuddered with anguish. It was like watching Lisa taken from me all over again. My hesitation...my weakness, cost him his life. I prepared to overload the battery in my pulse pistol...I wanted that Nightkin dead even if it cost me my arm. It was then, another paladin...I never knew his name, I just saw his plasma rifle firing until the barrel was nothing but slag. He burned a hole straight through the back of the mutie's head; that was right before the pressure wave came and obscured him from our vision.

And that's when the caravans came in droves...there must have been dozens of them. I knew this was the true end. Resistance was futile. Everything began to slow down. Pete was yelling to move, the Knight was gone, as we had lost him in the fight. I can only hope with my soul of souls that his fate was pleasant, and that his end was merciful.

They poured in by the dozens. I remember taking dozens of hits to my torso in the opening salvos, and returning it with a concentrated salvo, slamming the last of my mentats to concentrate further. I had to hold the line at all costs. They drove me in to the back room. Pete and I were cut off, he had retreated across the road. I could still hear his gatling going until the power core failed. Mine wasn't far behind. I checked my ammo reserves as I fell back to the final room. It wouldn't matter...I was out of stimpacks and my paramedic's bag was gone. I sipped the last Nuka Cola and readied my final salvo.

I was taken around a corner at point blank range by a laser rifle shot to the face. I was reeling on my knees, as I pressed the barrels into the weak points of his metal armor. He fell into pieces as I pushed myself onto my feet again. The kill squad was there. The lead pair of the dozen took me in the chest with two full mags from their FN FAL HPFA's. The seals of my armor began to fail under the withering 5mm and 7.62 fire. I took one of them out with a concentrated shot to the pauldron, ripping his arm off and incinerating his nearby friend. The arcs of lightning tore through their unprotected metal shells, causing several to convulse. I however, was nearly spent.

From the back of the room, a single, well aimed 5mm shot range out and pierced my elbow joint. I screamed in absolute pain; I watched the blood drip down my now crippled arm as I discarded my Gatling Laser. It's barrels were melted anyways...and I looked up with unrelenting determination, and met two 5mm AP rounds to the helmet. Driven back into the corner of the room, half slumped on a chair...all I could do was breathe one last gasp.

The last thing I whispered before I saw the feral guard's Ripper coming for the gap in my helment was..."Lisa..."

Darkness swallowed my world...it felt as if it lasted many years. How I ended up here, alive, I know not...there is an awful gash around the gorget seal of where my armor was...I'm sure I'll soon know the answer, and whether I'm saved...or another captive to a cruel master yet again. I will never yield.

I will not let this be the last light.

I will live.

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« Reply #10 on: October 01, 2017, 05:59:56 pm »
Good writing Bella, you should write some quests :)