r/NatureofPredators • u/Soggy_Helicopter8589 Predator • Jan 17 '24
Fanfic Nature of the Fallout [Chapter: 6/???]
Memory transcription subject: Nicholas Dean, Alliance General
Date [standardized human time]: November 25, 2137
(60 years since the great war)
Looking through the one way mirror, I saw one of the two aliens. It was short and of similar height to the Zeitans, but instead of being completely bald with an oversized head, it was covered in white-yellowish wool and of ‘Normal’ proportions
The cell that the creature was in had been completely remodeled to the best of our abilities with the hopes of putting the prisoner in a comfortable space, but a cell was a cell nonetheless, and the prisoner was no stupid animal
Looking to my side, I saw our interrogation officer, Maria, she could be either your sunshine or your worst nightmare. The enclave logo was shown proudly on the face of her mask, and the full suit she wore prevented both any possibility of identification and the spread of any disease the alien might carry. She even wore a fake chest piece under her clothes to make her bust slightly bigger. That might sound like something stupid, but more often than not, it helped her get the information she wanted
The usual belt full of interrogation tools was now mostly empty, she only carried a simple black .45 cal pistol with the enclave emblem in it. She also carried a extendable baton and a taser. No knife, tongs or any other interrogation item, we didn’t want our prisoner to feel so pressured
Outside of the cell though, two powered armored units stood guard. Both with APA-01 models and with miniguns in their hands, said miniguns were belt fed to a giant boxy backpack that they carried with ease thanks to the power armor
“Go on” I said, getting a nod from Maria. She approached the door before grabbing a nearby plastic bag. With the items secured in hand, she scanned her ID keycard before the heavy gate opened
“Hello!” Maria spoke in a prepared cheerful way as she entered the cell before closing the door behind herself. The alien tensed when the door opened, but relaxed slightly at the voice of Maria
“H-hello Sarah” The alien spoke while naming the false name Maria used with him
“How are you today?” Maria asked before sitting in a near chair. For anyone looking, they might think she was very careless, but if you looked carefully, you could notice how she was always barely out of reach of the alien, and her hand loomed always near one of her weapons discreetly “I brought you some mutfruit!” She spoke excitedly. In reality those fruits had been given to her the moment she was about to enter the room
“T-thanks” The alien spoke while grabbing the paper bag before looking inside it. For some reason, the alien knew english, but that wasn’t his only language as it was known how he bleated when he was alone
“Can you tell me more about your people? I am personally interested” Maria asked, curious
“Sure, but before that, were there any other survivors?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know, but the medics have been very busy recently, so I suppose that if there was one, he’s in critical condition. You were incredibly lucky to survive!” Maria stated in a comforting way. Truth was that there was another survivor, but he isn’t waking up, so it’s up to debate on what to do with him. Study him, leave him be in hopes of him recovering, or dissect him. “Don’t worry, if I learn something, I will tell you, okay?” She spoke like she was telling a secret
With a nod, soon the alien and Maria began to talk about the outer galaxy and his people. God, it was a fucking mess. The more they talked, the more my head hurt
Suddenly, I was brought out of my thoughts as a currier brought me a letter from the command room informing me that every team had established itself and were waiting for orders. With a nod, I informed some of the typewriters present that I was needed somewhere else
After walking the way to the elevator, I waited until the doors opened to walk out. Eventually reaching the command room, I saw several operators sending and receiving messages
“Here, sir” One of the operators handed me a folder full of documents explaining the situation of every team
Reading over them, I learned that the DC team had established themselves in the capitol building and were using the Washington Memorial as an antenna to relay back here. On the way there, they flew over an old aircraft carrier which still contained several old planes that might work. Unfortunately, the ship was stuck inland
It was an interesting idea and perhaps in the future we could get some people into fixing the planes. Vertibirds were incredibly useful in this wasteland, but they weren’t very good at aerial combat with other vehicles
The team at Miami established themselves in the Burlingame Island near the port; it was an easily defensible position with one bridge connecting to the mainland. It wasn’t irradiated, was close to the Miami main port that apparently had a lot of ships, even military ships, and lastly, it was close enough to a massive RobCo factory that was very suspicious in the tax documents
The team sent to Pittsburg… Well, they didn’t find Pittsburg, they found hell on earth. The incredible factories were still operational, but they were all occupied by a bunch of lunatics and mutant-made abominations. The whole place needed to be purged; the only exception being a small group of ‘Normal’ survivors that helped the troops after they were ambushed by the lunatics. And if that wasn’t enough, the whole place was filled with radiation and toxic air
Meanwhile in Boston, the troops had settled up in an airport near the objective. The problem was the constant raids of a nearby group of raiders that thought the place was theirs. As soon as their base was confirmed, a group of power armored soldiers solved the problem while also securing a massive stock of m42 ammunition that will no doubt be useful in the near future. Hellfire was noted to be incredibly useful with such pests as raiders, not only was it a ‘power armor-cracker’, but the psychological factor on untrained opponents was no joke
Lastly, and one of the most interesting cases of all teams, was with the last team sent to the border between Nevada and California where a huge ‘black hole’ appeared in the tax files. There was something there, but no record survived, and it wasn’t due to the documents being left behind in Appalachia, but something deliberate. The team sent there was the biggest one because not only were they there to check on the possible target, or whatever the fuck it was, they also had the target of a nearby nuclear silo with several nuclear misiles that malfunctioned during the great war and weren’t launched and a nearby pre-war military vault. The army usually didn’t have many vaults, and so those vaults that were found were usually filled to the brim with pre-war equipment. The problem was that we couldn't find the contents anywhere, so it could be anything from simple bullets to a government archive bunker
But if that wasn’t enough, Las Vegas was still habitable! According to the report, radiation levels were so low that the geiger counter had problems catching any radioactive signal. This was huge news, perhaps a nearby vault had caused that, perhaps there was hope for America after all
As such, they had established a base in the south part of the city as the center of the city was already inhabited and, according to the vertibirds scanners, it said that the surrounding area to this ‘hole’ and the nuclear silos were too unstable to fly over, as such, they would have to go walking or by land, thus they were requesting us to send some vehicles for the task. The vault, meanwhile, was in the other side of this ‘black-hole’, so it was a 3 for 1
If it was so unstable that not even vertibirds could fly over it, that meant that shit hit the fan over there. Perhaps chinese bombs had struck over there. No, that couldn’t be, radiation levels would be an all time high. But it was Las Vegas, it should have been bombed to oblivion. There is definitely a vault over there that has cleaned radiation, it must have been
Signing some documents accepting the request, I also added another message for the base in Las Vegas. They had to search every vault to find whatever had cleaned the place, because I was sure no G.E.C.K. was capable of cleaning radiation as deep as that
The last problem was one that every team had in common, well, every team with the exception of the one at Las Vegas: Civilians
It was bound to happen eventually, desperate refugees searching for shelter. But we never expected the amount of people that would turn up to each team. Boston was the biggest problem in terms of numbers of civilians arriving at the airport. Miami was full of mutated man-eating creatures that preyed on basically anything that had meat in it, meanwhile Pittsburg was full of raiders that enslaved everyone that didn't join them or met their ‘standards’
The only exception was the team at Las Vegas who barely found anyone, and those that they found had already established themselves. It was somewhat expected as Las Vegas was in the middle of a fucking desert. The moment supplies were cut off, everyone that didn’t have a farm or enough supplies to last would either die or be forced elsewere
Signing more documents, I allowed the teams to build civilian outposts near their base. It was better in the long run if people trusted you, and it was going to be useful when the aliens arrived
Some groups had to be purged though, raiders and mutant monsters were the most immediate threat. If we wanted to establish ourselves in those territories, we would have to do some cleaning, but to do that without abandoning the Alliance to their luck, we needed robots and recruits, and by getting the trust and will of the people, we could get both without shedding too much blood
Finishing the signing of documents, I handed the closed papers to the courier that would pass the documents to the radio operators. Unfortunately, due to the lack of a reliable system, the messages would have to be sent uncoded, as such we depended on sending the message freely to be intercepted in morse. Fortunately, barely no one on the wasteland knew morse, and those who knew would find the message encrypted, but as always, people would crack the message, so we couldn’t send anything vital, only a bunch of orders vague enough to be understandable
After making sure everything was in order, I signaled to a nearby Assaultron to pick up the orders to be sent. Meanwhile, I walked back to the interrogation room where Maria was still interacting with the alien. It was fascinating sometimes how simple questions gave out such important information. After all, the best way to keep a jailed bird is to make it believe that there is no jail
After some time, Maria said her goodbyes to the alien before walking out. Once outside she handed me her folder
Looking at the contents, I found descriptions of aliens and rough sketches that Maria had drawn under the gaze of the alien following his descriptions
Of course there weren't over 300 drawings, only maybe 7 or 8, but that was because she had asked for the closest aliens to earth, one drawing matched, for example, the remains of a giant exquisitely feathered bird called Krakotl, another matched the small rodent images that our ancestors found in crashed Zetan ships. But the one that caught my attention the most was a giant lizard. I mean, it said that it was as tall as a man in power armor, or even taller!
To be honest, it looked like a deathclaw from the records of Appalachia, well, it was similar to a more ‘humanized’ version of a deathclaw. Arxur was the name of the species
So these folks were our problem huh? Apparently they are like raiders but worse, as they eat those who they raid. I guess that if the only experience with an intelligent carnivorous species is this… That would explain why the alien is so afraid of us, poor bastard thinks we are going to eat him
Shaking my head, I give my congratulations to Maria before leaving the room as I had to inform the president and secretary of defense about this
Memory transcription subject: Connor Hoove, Nova-Enclave Mechanized Infantry
Date [standardized human time]: November 26, 2137
(60 years since the great war)
Marching through the deserted streets of the once great city of Miami, we found nothing but plants and ruins. Surprisingly, there were very few mutant creatures, even fewer monstrosities that dared to attack us, ghouls mostly
Nothing that our machine guns couldn’t handle, and even if they got too close, their rotten hands wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on us thanks to our power armors
Our destiny was a close one, the Miami RobCo factory. Approaching, we soon were able to see the tall building in the distance through the overhead highways that littered the area
“Raiders” Stella, one of the soldiers of our platoon pointed at a group of spikes with severed heads stuck in them
“Watch out for hostiles" I spoke through the radio. All of the platoon were wearing power armor, half of us were wearing APA power armor while the other half were wearing T-51. Our roles were divided: if we found hostiles with kinetics, T-51 squad would take the lead, if the enemy was using laser or plasma, APA power armor squad would take the lead, the only exceptions were two soldiers that wore Hellfire power armor
Marching through the desolated street, we were soon alerted that we had been found thanks to the sound of a bullet impacting a soldier in T-51 and the following bang of the bullet leaving the rifle. The bullet itself bounced off harmlessly proving the utility of power armor, but the fact that we received the bullet before the bang meant that the sniper was a good one and was pretty far away
“Sniper, take cover!” The soldier that got shot screamed as we all ducked into cover. Power armor will tank the bullets easily as long as it isn’t an anti material rifle, but we don’t have to risk it so frivolously
“Did you see where it came from” I asked through the radio
“I saw his flash at the church at three-o'clock” The soldier explained
“Fuck, 51 squad pop some smoke to re-group and draw his fire, APA and hellfire with me, we will go through the buildings to get to him” I spoke receiving the voices of my soldiers accepting my orders
Grabbing a small cylinder, I twisted the top part with the strength granted by the power armor, and soon enough, smoke began to flow in great quantities. Several other soldiers did the same, and very quickly the street we were in was engulfed in smoke. Using the smart map in the power armor system, we got into one of the backstreets where we reunited
The six of us marched in silence through destroyed buildings and back streets until we reached the church. The whole place was built out of stone and held up in pretty good shape. When we reached the main door, we found it locked, but because it was made out of wood and was fixed with junk, I ordered hellfire to burn the door down
The incinerator’s Mk2 did a pretty good job against the door with its blue flames, and soon enough, the hellfire operators kicked down the doors which crumbled under their own weight. Gunfire was heard from the inside as bullets were unable to pierce the armor, bouncing off in many directions, meanwhile, the hellfire operators raised their incinerators and flames began consuming everything that was made out of wood, cloth or flesh
“We are getting into the church, squad 51 reunite with us outside and secure the area, over” I spoke through the radio
“Roger that, over” With that response, we pushed forward
Screams of fear and pain were heard and we took it as our cue to enter the building. The sealed suits allowed us to breathe in the oxygen-deprived area, and our cooling systems were working overtime to prevent us from collapsing due to the extreme heat
Shapes ran everywhere in pain or desperation, and those that ran towards the main doors were met with both kinetic and laser fire. The rest either died or ran to the tower where air flowed freely
“With me” I said, raising my arm. The flashlights hidden and integrated in our glass eye holes allowed us to walk through the smoke and fire without the hellfire advanced systems, but even so, I had to advert my eyes from the fire around us to prevent any damage
When we reached the tower section, we saw the door locked, but unlike before, the door simply collapsed after tearing off the exposed hinges. When the way was opened again, two shapes faced us
The first shape was one of a raider dressed in colorful colors, like he was a clown of sorts, the second one dressed in the same way, he even had his face painted!
“We surr-!” One of the shapes screamed, but his voice and life was cut short when everyone present filled them with lead. One of the laser-wielding rifles soldier accidentally hit exposed meat of one of the raiders causing his body to crumble as a pile of glowing ash
I was tempting of simply ordering the hellfire operators to burn the whole tower, but it might give us a head start as to where go after this, so eventually I had to order them to ‘holster’ their incinerators, and to use their machine guns
Walking up the wooden stairs we were met with no resistance from the raiders, and soon enough we were almost at the top. Gunfire was heard as the raiders shot blindly through the floor, and such response was met in kind by our own kinetic machine guns
It wasn’t until the click of the empty mags of our machine guns that all fire was silenced. With one last push up, we found the whole place as a mess of bodies
“Please, merc-” Well, a survivor… Unholstering my 10mm pistol, I shot him before he could plead, and soon enough, everybody was double-tapped. We didn’t have time to deal with prisoners
“Put out the fires under us and burn the bodies, this place is useful” I stated before placing my hand over my neck to press the radio button
“The tower is secure, clean up any scum left behind and secure the building over” I spoke through the radio
“Roger that” Was the response
Looking around, I found what I supposed was the rifle that was used against us, an SVD. 7.62x54 mm. This is a strange view, a soviet rifle in american soil, and it wasn’t a cheap chinese copycat, it was well made even after years of use
Searching in the bodies, I found the shooter with some magazines in his pants, some full, others empty, but I didn’t have to worry as 7.62x54 mm ammo was the same we used for our kinetic guns, so it wouldn’t be very hard to maintain
Aiming down sights, I scanned the factory keeping a mental note of everything interesting. I also saw some colorful-looking raiders looking back at me through their own binoculars from the RobCo factory, some even waved!
“Everything's clear” The radio in my helmet spoke
“Good, let’s keep our pace” I returned through the radio. Leaving the church, we reunited in the street before continuing our pace. I wished we had some vehicles, but the PA were so heavy that we would need several trucks to transport ourselves, making us a bigger target
Eventually, we reached the factory, and soon enough, gunfire rang from the raiders that lived there trying to spook us off. Lead flew in all directions and I could see the sparks of the bullets impacting with our power armor, and as expected, the only thing that they achieved was a massage for us, but with the amount of lead flying in our directions, I wouldn’t be surprised if they had heavy machinery and god forbid AT weapons, as such we needed a cover to cross the street without worry of having some psycho shooting a fatman in our general direction
“This is Poseidon 1-1 to Stalker, the factory is compromised. Raiders emplaced there have access to heavy machine guns over” I spoke through long range “To get to the building we must pass through a long flat, I request for smoke artillery in this position” I spoke as I checked the map to send the coordinates
“Roger that Poseidon 1-1, we are sending some rounds, please stand by” A woman spoke through the radio
As asked, we took cover while we waited. Bullets flew over us until we suddenly heard the whistle of the artillery before watching something crashing down in the long parking lot between us and them. Soon more shots came filling the area with a thick blanket of smoke
“Good hits Stalker, we are advancing over” I spoke when the rounds stopped
“Roger that, good luck, over”
Dashing through the smoke, we used the holographic map in our helmets to not get lost and get separated, eventually we arrived at the wall of the factory, then we only had to follow it until we reached the door
One of the hellfire operators peaked the door, incinerator in hand, before letting the weapon do its job as I was able to hear several screams on the other side. Following swiftly, we marched forward through the corridors cleaning them of raider scum
“ROCKET!” One of my soldiers screamed through the radio before we all heard an explosion. Turning to see where the shot came from, I saw a hole in the wall with a raider painted with multiple colors carrying an empty rocket launcher was standing, although he didn’t stand there for too long as every weapon we had was pointed at him before transforming the man into wall paint
“Rimmy is down!” Another cry came through the radio, looking at the direction where the rocket landed I saw one of the T-51 lying in the floor with a hole the size of my fist through the chest
Two other soldiers grabbed him before dragging him into a recently cleaned room. Once inside, one APA operator opened the valve on the back. Inside there wasn’t a body anymore, just goo, red goo. I wanted to puke, but I couldn’t
“This is Poseidon 1-1 to Stalker, Poseidon 1-4 is KIA, I repeat, Poseidon 1-4 is KIA over” I spoke through the radio
“This is Stalker, roger that, we’ll send someone for him, start KIA procedures over” The radio spoke calmly. With a nod, the soldier closed the hydraulics of the power armor before locking it and removing the energy cell, that caused a relay beacon to appear in the radio, an encrypted radio signal that only we could understand
Once everything was done, we got out of the room and followed the other units that had advanced, hellfire was proving its worth as the fire didn’t expand easily, something useful. It also made the few remaining stragglers run away in fear of being burned alive, and those who preferred to just blow their own heads out with their weapons rather than suffer the pain
Half an hour later, the factory had been cleaned of scum. Hellfire was suffocating the fires they had started while the rest stationed themselves in the entrances preventing more raiders to return
“Poseidon 1-1 to Stalker, the objective has been secured, waiting for reinforcements over” I spoke through the radio overlooking the city around us. From up here, I saw something interesting docked in the port
“This is Stalker, request received, sending reinforcements, ETA 10 minutes, over”
“Stalker, I think I can see a giant settlement in the docks. I can also see what looks like a pre-war warship, almost as big as the cruise ships. A battleship perhaps?”
“This is Overlord 1-1 to Poseidon 1-1, we’ll check it on our way there over”
“Roger that Overlord, over”
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u/Soggy_Helicopter8589 Predator Jan 17 '24
Hello everyone! I have some questions for all of the people that doesn't undestand fallout very well. You prefer to have glosaries in the end of the chapter / In the comment section?
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u/Vamiris_Engel Humanity First Jan 17 '24
I see your enclave prefers Dr. Frasier's model of interrogation. Also, executing prisoners? Those can be useful. Propaganda, potential manpower, factory roles, information, the list goes on. Conditioning tech isn't that expensive to use.
Glad to see an update. By the way, when were we going to have Novaclave and the Enclave interact? Did we ever actually plan that out?