Enclave Outpost and Techinical Problems

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Ha! I got it working! If only I could bring the core functions back online...maybe if I rewrote the....oh! Um....oh yeh this is on. Well I guess I'll explain in-case anyone thinks I went crazy or something after hearing this!

Scientifically speaking...some bastard tried to hack into my PDA. Well maybe not so much scientific....anyway the point is that the wastelanders out here are much smarter then I imagined. I placed safeguards on my device before coming out here, but I didn't figure anyone could figure out C++++ safe-securities! Luckily I caught it in time and stopped any permanent damage, but my PDA is close to useless at this point in time.

Blast if only I could find more equipment around here! When the Enclave leave a place they really strip it down. My question is why that one Vertibird was still docked at its assigned station....was it just a lucky break or is there something I'm not observing close enough?

Let's see what I can do for now...maybe get some primary functions only...well I better start from the beguining. Something to do while I......

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is that working now? Oh yes, the lights back on. Thanks Byrd. Anyway, as I was saying: Today started out normal after a long night with Moria and Courtney. I need a drink after arguing over the Beckham's fifth law. A mole-rat repelant? With that much juice it might blow the damn thing's head off!

I keep getting distracted and those error messages are starting to annoy me. At least I was able to take the speaker function offline while keeping the microphone app. These problems started right before that...um...Paul! God rest his soul...if only I had my screwdriver!


A simple slave wanting freedom and I acc.....well....actually in a way I gave him just that. I caved into his demands and after a while of tinkering with his collar...I think I rerouted the wrong wires. Biochemistry is more my field then primitive electrician.

Either way, i found something interesting in his belongings. A holotape from somebody near Paradise telling him to find me out. I turned to Gob and he went on his uss......

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and he didn't even try to listen! The first contact with my comrades and a shoot on sight basis has accrued! I know they can't trust anyone, but he didn't have to shoot before I identified my serial number for confirmation! Either way, he is dead now and I guess this base is mine.

The Enclave cleared it out a while ago. I remember because one of the soldiers was sent to my decision for testing on a strange infection he got on the way back to base. It was weird and further enhanced out FEV researching...too bad he died in the process.


Either way I now seem to own a empty Enclave outpost with little to nothing in supplies, but a lone Vertibird. A stashed armory with weapons I don't normally use....but....some nice plasma rifles kept me from declaring it a total loss. I guess it's always some ray of sunshine somewhere.

A Class 2 Eyebot codenamed "Byrd" wandered around the base and seems to be quite helpful. It wasn't able to give me directions to Raven Rock due to its programming to wipe all location based information on outpost abandonment. I now regret us putting that in there...

Anyway, he was able to tell me that the base was long abandoned and so forth, but nothing I hadn't already read in a debrief sometime ago. I am currently working on getting the main systems online, but what really gets me excit......

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School Eviction

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Holotape: 20

Time: 19:20

Date: September 8, 2279

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I am alpha and omega....the beginning and the end. I will give him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.

The raiders that had previously occupied the Springvale School over stayed their welcome and right to claim the water of life. They paid for their misuse of the gift of life with their own blood. As Raven Squad used to say, "fight fire with fire".

I am starting to think I was destined to get stranded in the wasteland the way I did. I guess doing lab work was important, but I feel the compulsion to help these people and these raiders were just the start. With my scientific knowledge and quick wit.....well...I guess my abilities are better helping the less fortunate then some giant government safely secure in fortified bases.

The inside hadn't changed much since I was last there, but I doubt the raiders cared for interior design. While it was no surprise that the bodies were gone....it was an oddity that no defenses were created. In fact, I didn't see a raider till I got into the back area of the school. Though now thinking about it...it makes complete sense for what they were trying.

I carefully moved my way through the base levels of the school with nothing but torn cadavers and haunting imagery from a past innocence that will linger in my mind for a long time. Bastards.

I almost cried in scientific anguish when I found the library to be almost completely destroyed. books burned or torn up without care...it was....horrific to say. Think of all we could have learned from the past with those! Hundreds of years of history gone up in a blaze due to some sodomy loving theifs!

I wonder if there is a library out there that holds un-touched books? There must be! I wonder if the Enclave is including that in our reconstruction plans.....

It wasn't long enough until some raiders spotted me rooting around the over turned book shelves and opened fire. Luckily they are clumsy and loud so I could detect them before they ripped me into tiny parts like their previous captives. I was able to take them down without much effort with my ppsh, but one of their bullets ripped through my shoulder.

While I am completely healed now (thanks to the doc), the pain in my arm limited my efforts quickly to a one-handed operation. I took my silenced .32 with me and quickly put it to good work while taking down a few raiders without much noise. I can get used to this silent combat. Reminds me of....whats the name again? Ninjuas? Silent warriors from a age long forgotten....

Anyway, I quickly removed the rest of the raiders with the element of surprise and evasion on my side. I got to the heart of their operations and found a few supplies I later sold to Moria. Been going there less and less since that Courtney came along....

I found a computer and quickly put some hacking skills...which I only used for pranks in my youth until now...and what I found was disturbing. Apparently these raiders were trying to access a local vault by digging underneath it. Imagine the stupidity these people once emitted! Vault-tec vaults were designed for any possible outcome and fortified on all sides in case of nuclear contamination of the soil or other local sources.

Apparently, what they found instead was the hive of the giant ants Megaton has recently been having a problem with. No wonder the raiders' numbers were so small! They doomed themselves with false ambitions. Ha!

Either way I made out with little-to-nothing for my dangerous trip...but...I guess I can sleep easier at night knowing I solved one more problem for this city. I feel almost at home here, but a dream of base last night put me in a right state of mind. I need to leave soon and find Rivet City. Someone there must know where Raven Rock is or someone that does. The Enclave isn't just hiding from the wasteland....is it?

This is Devs, the most daring man in the world. Hehe, I like that. Makes for a good nickname. Dan "Daring" Vakolari. Maybe they will tell stories about me? Eh, one can dream I guess. Signing off.

Double Team

((Authors Note: Am I dead? Can I tell for sure? How does one tell of ones own presence....thoughts are like a puddle in a vast ocean...of the mind. What? Oh never mind. I took creative licence on your character "Rustybillabong73", so if he isn't to your liking just send me a mail telling me how much fail I did to what scale you can invent. I don't know what Billa means, but I damn well know a rusty bong is the last thing we all need. But damn good character either way.))

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My name is Ben. Well Benjamin...but don't nobody call me that. I'm what they call a "drifter" and I do like the lifestyle. It is a life of freedom and fun, that being if in you can stand the heat. I get a lot of work in my line of duty, but none can be called safe. I get what I can and make by damn well.

Recently the term "merc" fits better with what I do. Also been called a bounty hunter, but I hate that name. Merc fits in as I do any odd job that needs ta be done! Haha, I am a regular mr-fix-it for wasteland politics. Sweet, sweet wasteland politics. Authority never did go well with me...


Heheh, this is my favorite fucking picture. I snagged that guitar off of some poor sap who happened to stumble into the wrong raider ambush I later cleaned up. Simple job with the money being on the same level of....simple....but the guitar made up for it.

I like it to be far away you see, a quick snipe and any poor fool that gets in the way of my scope will be nothin but dog chow. I pity them. why I became a merc in the first place. I love shootin people, why not get paid ta do it! I am smarter then most in that I take my time and sweet patience to aim a shot before all hell breaks loose. No point in rushing in head first, leave that to the rooks.


Life can be rough, I tell you what. I just got to a town called Megaton and already have the local police on my ass. Some calamity james marching around like hes the mayor or some shit. Even worse, the slavers I was sent to deal with are all dead. My contractor said "I am too slow". Well fuck him, I'll show him.

I need a job and fast, been coped up in the local regular house. Smells bad and the food is just as bad. If I could I would get back to Rivet City where there is always some shit for the local police to have me do. By the books as they say. Shit.


Well I'm tired of recording in this little do-hicky. I find it kinda pointless, but people will need a reference when they tell my story years to come. Well I guess I am signing...this...thing off. This is Ben, fuck yeh!


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Holotape: 19

Time: 20:20

Date: September 7, 2279

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Well the last few days have been...intresting...to say the least...I guess. Moria has been acting strange lately, as if she is lost in thought constantly. I wonder if that is due to a adverse side-effect from a recent experiment she has conducted. It doesn't help that little wana-be scientist keeps intruding in. Now she has been asking me about my rock-it launcher! Can you believe that?


"Ooooh how does this work? Ooooh how inventive!" she says. Bah! Either she is trying to annoy me or a double agent working for some shadow government trying to steal my secrets from the Enclave. Ok that's far, but what if someone was from a shadow government? those couldn't possibly be around....could they? I guess....theoretically....


Anyway, so work is normal in a way. Been going on rather frequent trips to the wasteland to make sure I don't get rusty in combat and to find more scrap metal to keep Megaton from crumbling under the plane it was built with.


Who builds a town from a plane around a bomb anyway? Good idea from the beginning....


This mercenary came into town the other day and just caused trouble. Got into an argument with the sheriff, then went to Moriarty's....only to march out and yell at me for killing the slavers. I had half a mind to blow his head off, but then I thought against it and spent the rest of the day with Jenny. She makes the best noodles.


Either way, life has balanced out, but I still have to steal Jericho's hat and I still need to get to Rivet City. I wonder if another trade caravan could take me.....


But then again look how the last trip turned out...


I need to watch my addiction levels. The other night is a blur started by too many at Moriarty's. He is a bastard, but Gob is cool with me...for a ghoul. Impurities...I wounder if our cure will ever get created without me? I bet that asshole Alex has already taken hold of the project and forgotten my contributions....


I hope I didn't do anything I will regret, but I guess I would have already found out by now if I did?


Either way, I am tired and this headache isn't helping. Guess this is still Devs, signing off for now. The most...hmm....why do I keep saying things like this? Life is too busy right now for a specific feeling. Anyway, signing off....

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((Note from the author: Bad news to good news. First, my computer is now unable to play fallout correctly with the mods I placed to enhance it, so the struggle to get pictures is fun, but good news. I might get a friend's old laptop that plays games like fallout smoothly, so I'll be back in business soon. Other wise enjoy!))

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Time: XX:XX

Date: Sept@& 26, 22)^

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Today I committed crimes to further my personal game .... does that make me a bad person? I guess so, but then again the wasteland doesn't have the moral capacity for me to judge. In truth, we all are guilty for many acts that once were considered crimes, but now are daily activities. When social collapse falls, so does everything else.

To put it bluntly: I stole other people's possessions for the contractor. He seemed to be an alight employer, but his current task has sent me down a path of corruption. I don't know if his rewards are good enough to justify what I am doing, but the last was proof enough that it is worth helping him.

The only item on his list I didn't have to steal was a suit owned by Moria. She was so happy with me from the other day that she practically shoved it in my hands. That girl can be good to me sometimes. Now if only the other one would get the hint and leave....

I don't wish to explain how I stole the rest due to the case that the sheriff might catch me and use this holotape as evidence to kill me. Then again .... I guess no evidence is needed in this world.

Suffice to say, most of it was random parts or items belonging to the less able citizens. It wasn't too hard to simply walk into their house and take what I needed. Apparently nobody has heard of a lock in Megaton. Or at least to lock their home during the day.

Either way the last thing on my list is Jericho's hat....oh boy is this going to go well....

Small Vengence

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Holotape: 17

Time: 17:32

Date: September 3, 2279

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I awoke today with a sore head and fatigued mindset. I don't remember much about yesterday after I went into Moriarty's .... but my last holotape reminded me. Now I have been told that alcohol will bring out another side to you, and apparently it does that exact thing to me. I have never consumed much of the stuff ... so last night was like swimming in the ocean when I only have swam in a small pond before.

A world of mystery and a constant struggle this wasteland is continuing to turn out to be. The harsh realities kicking me in the face when the sheriff took me into his private home. Apparently the slavers were causing a ruckus and refusing to leave .... a perfect time for me to get some well sought after vengeance.

The town's people had a quiet meeting and now they will turn a blind eye if a slaver's head explodes, as shown today. My task was not one of science, but due to me growing personal grief I felt it had to be done. While a quick nod to the sheriff ... I set out to complete my gruesome task.


While the population wasn't going to interfere ... I still had to make a solid plan as to how I was going to take down 5 heavily armed slavers at once. After many calculations and analysis of the surrounding environment ... nothing came as a good solution to my problem. Most of the flaws came from the fact that the town's folk could not hide in-doors, as to not alert the slavers, and so I had to keep my violence to a safe distance and precision.

Suffice to say .... I did it. Without pity or remorse they are now gone. While I feel it would make me sick to think about the details .... the way I achieved such a lofty .... and .... violent goal. It melted down to just sheer brute force. A force I have never applied once in my life-time, but this just seemed appropriate.

I started at the top of the old vertibird-pad and worked my way down. I tried to take the first slaver down quietly...but...I guess a corpse falling from a giant tower was a dead give-away. Before the slavers could react, I was on them like .... well .... as quickly as I could.

Head shot here, broken legs there, and then it was all over. The others just nodded to each other and a couple carried the corpses away. I was .... a hero ... I guess ....

The moral dilemma netted me 100 caps and a .32 revolver with a silenced attachment. It was an amazing weapon to be honest, but the entire event didn't give me the solace I so longed for. I need to find out what happened at Paradise Falls .... but then I need to get to Rivet City .... but I still want to find out where the base is to reclaim my old life ....

The one good thing about today was I out-staged "Courtney". She isn't as bad as the last holo-tape gave away, but the look on Moria's eyes when I dumped a load of slaver gear on her desk for parts made it at least partially worth while. She was like a child at Christmas and I smiled for the first time in a while as I went back home. Taking some parts for myself, I improved my outfit to better suit me for these wastes.

What am I going to do? I have no real place in this world ... everything made sense while the Enclave .... but now ....

This is Devs, signing off, and who may be the most indecisive man in the world.

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Holotape: 16

Time: 20:20

Date: September 2, 2279

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Today was an extremely interesting day, but that can be said for almost any day in the wastes. A lot happened at once, but I'll try and stick with the most important events today.

The first is quite possibly just a negative effect of the radiation tests Moria had me do the other day. She meant well ... anyway the whole point is that I had a spectacular thing happened, while I was talking to a man named Jericho, that contradicts my whole basis of scientific knowledge.

To put it in "simple terms" ... I saw a ghost. Oh how that sounds so ridiculous when said out loud! I just can't put it any other way. I was having a conversation about wasteland survival with Jericho and out of the corner of my eye I saw him! He appeared to be flesh and blood, but nobody else could see him and his movements were inhuman! A foul smell protruded out of him as he swayed in the crisp air for Eden knows what reason!

All I know is nobody else saw him and now people suspect me for a drug addict. They should be looking at that Stahl boy for that....



Getting away from the supernatural though: Megaton has a new hero. Apparently a man by the named "Jay" ... or something like that ... disarmed the bomb in the center of town and has put us all at ease. Well ... I guess not those atom worshipers ....


Either way, I feel better now knowing we won't blow up at any second. Though I wasn't so worried, I mean I could have done it! Just a few practice explosives and some ingenuity! Well ... I was more of a biochemist, but .... anyway ......



What DID piss me off ... excuse my language .... what did make me angry was the "new girl on the block"! She thinks she can just walk in and become Moria's favorite little pet! Bah, I worked hard and some gutter scientist thinks she can come up and steal my grant money ... or ... whatever Moria gives us as rewards. Either way, I won't have my position compromised by this girl .... I think her name was "Courtney" or something .... It doesn't matter!


Moria and me used to be great partners! We would spend long nights together having the time of our lives trying to reproduce lab results! I would go off and do her dirty work just to come back to her giggling and appreciation. Now some tramp wants to come in and kick me out! I am not going back to work for that old kook and his water-pipes!



Ugh, and that is why I am where I am now. I needed a drink after today and Gob is always there to supply my need for a sufficient relaxant. But ....



This time was different. This time a man sat there and had a word with me. He gave no name or identification, but what he did give was an opportunity. He said he would pay me handsomely to remove the slaver presence in Megaton. I don't know if it was the rage or booze, but I accepted his offer.



I need to think of a plan, but right now it's good to know I will get the pleasure of tearing those slaver's lives asunder. I will never forget what happened at Paradise Falls and this is just the beginning ....



I need to sleep and plan .... but tomorrow will be a turning point in my life ... I promise that ....



First those slavers will be ended by my hand .... and then ... I will fix that girl. Screw science, the wasteland demands action!

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Date: X X, XXXX

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My name is Paladin Lester of the Brotherhood of Steel's eastern division. My team's goal was the exploration and fortification of a metro system under the capitol building ... or what is left. I am recording this ... I am recording this in case we don't make it back ....

We have stumbled onto something big. Our discovery is the key to the finial destruction of the super mutant threat and will turn the tide of war greatly into the brotherhood's favor. A relic long passed that ca ..... *static*

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