The Story of Fallout

[thatfallout3guy]

This is just a story telling how my RP character Fallout got to where he is. If you have any feedback please send a PM or tell me while I am in chat. Thank you and enjoy.


The light blinded him as he left everything he knew behind. He stood six foot two and had neatly kept hair with no facial hair. He walked to the overlook and saw it, the very thing the vault had tried to keep him from, the wasteland. It was barren and hopeless, yet at the same time it was serene in a way. As he scanned the area he heard a voice,

“C’mon!! Hurry up and fix the fucking thing!”

He looked down at the nearby town to see a man wearing what looked like random scraps of armor and other miscellaneous items talking to a young man, no older than seventeen, in a blue jumpsuit.

“I’m don’t have much to work with!” The young man exclaimed,

“Well then you best make do with what you do have!” The other one said to him.

“There done! Now will you please let me go?” The young man asked as he stared up at the older man in the strange armor,

“Hehe, sure.” The armored man pointed his gun right between the eyes of the younger man. BANG!!!! A shot rung out and a body could be heard hitting the ground.

The young man opened his eyes, “I-I’m alive?! Hehe, HA!!!” He exclaimed,

“Are you alright?” The man who came from the vault asked the young man in the jumpsuit,

“I am now! Thank you so much! My name is Noven, and you are?” Before the young vault dweller could answer they heard a shot ring out, and looked to see five more men in strange armor walking towards them.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Couple of kids that think they’re tough shit!”

“What should we do with them boss?” One of the men in the group asked,

“Take them with us, the one with the gun is from a vault, and the other can repair. They’ll fetch a hefty price at Paradise Falls.” He said with a wicked grin.

“Please! I just need to find my dad! I won’t cause you anymore trouble if you please let us go.”

“Aw, miss your daddy little boy? Too bad, you’ll never see him again.” As those words left his lifts the young vault dweller saw a grenade land by their feet,

“OH SH-” One of them tried to yell as he was blown to pieces. Noven and the vault dweller quickly ran behind a pile of rubble as they heard shots ring out.

“This happen all the time?!” The young vault dweller asked Noven,

“You have no idea.” Noven responded. After a few more minutes they heard nothing. The young vault dweller poked his head around the corner to see one of the armored men crawling away, and another man, who looked to be around sixty in black combat armor wearing a cowboy hat walk to him wielding a shotgun. The man in the hat finally caught up to the near dead man and shot him one final time in the head. He then looked to Noven and the dweller,

“You kids alright?”

“I’m alright, are you?” The dweller asked looking at Noven,

“A little shaken up is all.” He replied,

“What the hell are you two doing out in a place like this?! You got a death wish?” He asked in a gruff voice,

“No sir!” Noven exclaimed back, “Well what about you?” The man asked looking at the vault dweller, “You from Vault 101?”

“Yes sir. I need to find my dad, his name is James.”

“Hm, don’t know anyone by that name, but we can go check Megaton.”

“Megaton?” The dweller asked,

“Small settlement near here.” Noven replied,

“Ok, also thank you for saving me Mr…”

“Malcolm, just Malcolm. Don’t call me mister.”

“Right well this is Noven and I’m…” The dweller stopped. He had always hated his real name and decided that he could be whoever he wanted in this new world. He thought for a second and came up with a name, “Fallout, my name is Fallout.”

“Strange name.” Malcolm said looking at Fallout,

“Yea so this Megaton place, is it far?”

“Nah, just up the hill a little ways, c’mon I’ll show ya.” Fallout, Noven, and Malcolm then set forward to Megaton.

[Noven]

*Sigh* I feel like my character's personality is out of place. Whatever, you're the boss.

[lukuz13]

Dialogue should be separated from the rest of the paragraph... but other then that it does help explain a bit about your character (and why he is named fallout lol) I liked it, You do have a bit of talent as a writer in my opinion

[thatfallout3guy]

“Well I’ll be, more newcomers. Malcolm where did you find these people?” Fallout saw a man in a duster with a sheriff’s badge attached wearing a similar hat to Malcolm’s walk up and ask,

“Couple of kids that almost saw the business end of a forty-four.”

“Well good to meet you.” The man said extending his hand, “Names Lucas Simms, town mayor, and sheriff when the need arises.” Fallout shook his hand,

“I’m Fallout. It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Friendly and well mannered? We’re gonna get along just fine.” Lucas then looked at Noven, who had been eyeing the bomb down from them,

“You planning something?” Lucas asked in a hostile tone,

“I am.” Noven responded, “Let’s talk about how much you’ll pay me to disarm that bomb.” Noven said with a smirk.

“If you think you can do it without making a crater be my guest.” Lucas replied motioning to the bomb,

“First let’s discuss my payment.” Noven said crossing his arms,

“A hundred caps.” Lucas replied. Before Noven could reply Fallout interrupted,

“Caps?” He asked,

“We use them as currency.” Lucas replied,

“Why?” Fallout asked confused. Lucas was about to speak but stopped,

“To be honest I don’t rightfully know.” He said laughing.

“Well if they’re used as currency he made need more.” Fallout replied timidly,

“What do you mean?” Lucas asked,

“Well I studied atom bombs a little bit back in the vault, disarming one may prove to be expensive.” Fallout said quietly,

“Kid’s right.” Malcolm said chuckling,

“Be damned if he ain’t, fine five hundred caps. Take it or leave it.”

“Deal.” Noven said shaking his hand,

“Can you help me with something?” Fallout asked the sheriff,

“What would that be?” Lucas replied, “Have you seen a middle aged man wearing a vault suit come through here?”

“Hm, try asking at Moriarity’s Saloon.”

“Where’s that?” Fallout asked,

“I’ll show you.” Malcolm said gesturing Noven and Fallout to follow.

The three stopped at a small building, “C’mon, we need to get you two some better shit.” Malcolm said looking at Fallout and Noven’s gear.

“Malcolm! How are you?” The group was greeted by a cheerful red headed woman,

“I'm not bad, but I’m calling in a favor.” Malcolm replied in a serious tone while he gestured to Fallout and Noven, “These two need to be better equipped, you got anything that could help them out?” Noven was looking at a nearby workbench while Fallout had noticed an armored vault suit on the wall,

“Can I use that?” Noven asked pointing at the work bench,

“No problem at all dear.” Moira smiled as Noven walked over and pulled out a sawed off shotgun and a few bits of scrap metal as he began to work on the shotgun, “And what can I do for you?” Moira asked Fallout,

“Can you do to my suit what you did to that one?” Fallout asked pointing at the suit,

“Of course I can, I’ll even throw in a mod for that pistol and an assault rifle with a few clips if you can help me with something.” Malcolm silently sighed as he looked at the scar on his arm,

‘Last time I heard that…’ Malcolm stopped and shuddered,

“Well I’m writing a book, a wasteland survival guide if you will.”

“Ok and what do you need me for?”

“Well to start I would love to have the foreword by a vault dweller! What do you say?”

“I don’t see any harm in it.” Moira then pulled out a pencil and a piece of paper as Fallout began telling her about life in the vault.

A few minutes passed as Fallout told Moira about it, “To sum it up it was paradise, no worries, no fighting.” Fallout then stopped and held back tears, “Until Dad left.”

“Well I think I can get a pretty good foreword with what I’ve written down, here.” Moira handed Fallout an assault rifle and some ammo along with a laser dot,

“Is this the weapon mod for my pistol?”

“Yes it is.” Moira replied as Noven walked up,

“Oh give that here! I can put it on for you.” Noven said to Fallout. Fallout handed him the gun and the mod as Noven looked at Moira,

“Can you armor my jumpsuit as well?” Noven asked as he slid the laser onto Fallout’s pistol.

“Sure! Stop by tomorrow and I should have them ready, I’ll also have a job if you’re interested, but for now take off your jumpsuits.” Moira said as she handed them both a pair of pants. Fallout and Noven looked at each other then took off their clothes and handed them to Moira to be armored. With their new equipment the group headed towards the saloon.

As Fallout walked in he had to cover his nose from the smell as he heard a voice, “Malcolm, you son of a bitch!” They turned and saw a man wearing leather armor walk towards them,

“Jericho!” Malcolm exclaimed as he shook the man’s hand, “Hey kid you ask around for your dad I owe this guy a beer!” Fallout then walked to the bar as Noven went to have a seat,

“Excuse me have you seen my-” Fallout stopped and gasped as the man turned around and began to speak,

“What? Never seen a Ghoul before?”

“What’s a Ghoul?”

“Wait, you aren’t gonna hit me? Spit on me? Anything?!”

“Why would I do that?” Fallout asked. The man, who’s name was Gob, then told him all about Ghouls and how they were treated.

“Ya know kid you’re alright! Listen, don’t tell anyone this, but I like you so you can have a discount, and this on the house.” Gob the handed Fallout a bottle of Whiskey as an older man walked over to them.

“My God it is you! The baby boy all grown up!” Fallout then looked at the man strange,

“What are you talking about?” The next few minutes Fallout’s everything Fallout had been told in the vault about being born in the vault and dying in the vault were shattered, holding back tears he looked at Moriarity, “Can you please just tell me where my dad is?”

“Eh, I’d like to, but something like that would cost quite a few caps.“ Before Fallout could answer he heard Malcolm’s voice,

“Collin, tell the kid where he can find his dad.” He said as he sat there and glared at Moriarity,

“Fine, you’re daddy came through here, but he left. Said he was heading to Galaxy News Radio or something like that.”

“I know where that is.” Malcolm said standing up,

“When do we leave?” Fallout asked in a hurried tone, “Hold on kid, we can’t go there just yet. It’s in the middle of downtown D.C. and until you get to know how things work out here a little better I'm not letting you go.” Before Fallout spoke he though about it, and knew that Malcolm was right. Noven then walked up,

“I can go disarm that bomb now.”

“Good, you coming kid?” Malcolm said looking at Fallout. Before he could answer he saw a man in a suit gesturing him to come over,

“You two go ahead, I’ll catch up.” Noven and Malcolm left the bar with Jericho as Fallout walked over to this strange man.

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“My my, just when I had given up hope!” Fallout just eyed the man cautiously,

“Given up hope on what?” Fallout asked nervously,

“Ah, forgive me. My name,” The man paused as he straightened his glasses, “Is Mr. Burke.” Burke then looked at the man as if inspecting him, “And you, are not a resident of this putrescent cesspool, and that my dear boy, makes you quite valuable.” Fallout just stood there, shaking a bit, “No need to be afraid, allow me to explain. I represent certain, interests. And those interests view this ‘Megaton,’ as little more than a spot of filth on the map.” Fallout started to back away, “Why so nervous? You have no connections here. No interest in this cesspool’s affairs. You could be the one to wipe away this place like the stain that it is.” Fallout stood there horrified,

“You’re a sick man Burke! This conversation is over!” Fallout then ran out of the bar.

As Fallout headed towards the bomb to see if Noven had made any progress, he saw the young man laying on the ground, “What happened?!” Fallout asked as he knelt beside Noven,

“He slipped and bumped his head, doc said he should be fine though.” Malcolm said. He then turned to Fallout and stood up,

“Guess we have to wait till he wakes up before we can get paid.” Malcolm sighed,

“Wait, I need to speak with the sheriff!” Fallout exclaimed with a worried look in his eye,

“What’s wrong?”

“This man I met in the bar, he wants to destroy the town!” Malcolm looked at Fallout with a shocked look. The two didn’t notice that Burke had simply found another person to arm the bomb.

Lucas, Fallout, and Malcolm all searched up and down to try and find Burke, but did not succeed, “He’s split town.” Lucas said as he sighed.

“PLEASE DON‘T HURT ME!” The three heard a man yell and ran towards the source.

“What’s going on here?” Lucas asked as he noticed the small crowd that had gathered around a man cowering on the ground in fear,

“This man did something to the bomb!” A member of the mob shouted at the sheriff,

“I disarmed it!” The man cowering shouted as he was nearly in tears,

“Leave him alone!” The sheriff shouted to the crowd as he put a hand on his rifle,

“Thank you so much Lucas! I owe you my life!” The man then slowly walked to the gate, but stopped as he heard Fallout say,

“He didn’t disarm it, HE ARMED IT!” Before the people could get an eye on the man he was gone.

“Damn it! We need to evacuate immediately!” Lucas yelled,

“Do you really think we could get out of the blast radius in time? We need to disarm the damn thing!” Malcolm said, nearly drowned by the protests of the town cult, the Church of Atom, a group of crazies that worshiped the bomb,

“Well the kid that WAS gonna do it is out cold, and Moira isn’t here!”

“I can do it…” Fallout said nervously, “I studied explosives in the vault, and I might be able to disarm it.” Lucas and Malcolm both sighed,

“I guess we don’t really have a choice do we?” After they gave him all the tools he might need Fallout got to work. Fallout opened a side panel and stuck his head in, that is when he saw it, “A fusion pulse charge!” Fallout exclaimed as he started to carefully try and detach it, ‘What the hell am I doing?! I can’t disarm a nu-’ Fallout stopped as he felt the pulse charge detach, the rest of the nuke seemed to deactivate with it. Everyone stood there silent for a few minutes before Fallout finally spoke, “I think I did it!” He exclaimed as the crowd started cheering. Lucas walked up to Fallout and patted him on the back,

“I’ll be, you did it! You saved the town, hell why don’t you move in?” Lucas reached into his pocket and handed Fallout a key, “Here, your new house is right there.” Lucas pointed to a lone, fairly large house up on the hill,

“Thank you sir.” Fallout then looked to see that Noven was no longer in his spot on the ground, “Where’s Noven?” He asked as Jericho came walking up,

“I helped Doc Church get him into a bed, he wants to make sure he doesn’t have something.”

“A concussion?” Fallout asked,

“Yea that’s the word.” Jericho then nodded to Malcolm before heading up the hill and into the house right next to Fallout’s. Malcolm then turned to Fallout,

“You head on to your new place and get you a good rest. I’ll get you in the morning so we can help Moira” Fallout nodded as he walked to his house.

As Fallout walked in the door he was greeted by a Mr. Handy, “Ah you must be the new owner of this establishment! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Wadsworth. Will you be needing anything?” Wadsworth asked as he hovered,

“Can you tell me where the bedroom is?”

“Upstairs sir!” Wadsworth exclaimed happily,

“Thank you Wadsworth, and you don’t have to call me sir.”

“I know sir.” Fallout just sighed as he dropped his equipment and headed up to his bedroom. He immediately flopped down onto the bed, ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ He thought as he drifted to sleep.

The man who had armed the bomb walked slowly to the door that led to the balcony of the man known as Alistair Tenpenny. As he stepped out he saw Mr. Burke, Tenpenny himself, and another man who looked to be around forty or so wearing a black gunslinger outfit smoking a cigarette,

“It is done?” Burke asked,

"Yes sir." The man responded,

“Excellent! EXCELLENT!! Allow me to give you the honors.” Burke said as he motioned to the detonator,

“With pleasure.” The man said with a sadistic grin, ‘This is for all the times I was treated like dirt!’ He thought as he activated the detonator. Nothing happened.

“What is the meaning of this?” Tenpenny asked as Burke glared at the man standing next to the detonator. The man stood there speechless, until he remembered Fallout,

“That kid with Malcolm must have disarmed it!” BANG! The man who had been standing there smoking his cigarette shot and killed the man,

“Excellent shot Uly!” Tenpenny exclaimed as he smiled,

“You told me, he fails, he dies.” Uly then leaned back against the wall,

“Well I have another job for you. I would like this pest who should have minded his own business dealt with!” Uly let out a slight chuckle, “Anything you want. I know right where to start.” Uly had heard about this man named Malcolm, and was more than eager to kill him,

“One thing though, I would like you to take my grand daughter Morrigan with you, she needs to see more of the wastes.” Uly stopped smiling and glared at Tenpenny,

“I work alone.”

“Not for this you won’t.” Tenpenny glared back at him as Burke put a hand on his pistol. Uly stood there and sighed,

“Fine, I’ll take her with me.” Uly walked into the hall and saw a young woman with brown hair tied in a ponytail around the age of nineteen standing there wearing a lab coat her clothes with a laser pistol at her side. Before Uly could speak she held up her hand,

“Save it asshole, he’s already told me everything, let’s just get this over with.” Uly clenched his fists as the two headed out,

’I hate this bitch already.’

As the two walked Morrigan could see a metro station in the distance, “What the fuck are you doing? Megaton is the other way!” She exclaimed,

“I have to visit some potential friends first.” Uly said with an evil grin as the two neared to metro station. “How much do you love your grandfather?” Uly asked before entering,

“I could care less so long as I get his caps when the bastard kicks it, why?” Uly just snickered as he walked into the station.

“You’ll see.”

[thatfallout3guy]

Fallout laid there wondering what was going on. Images flashed in his head as if he were reliving them. He heard the voices of everyone he knew back in the vault, “Wake up! You have to wake up!” He heard a female’s voice say, “A-amata?” He asked as he slowly opened his eyes, “Wake up! Kid wake up! KID!” Fallout’s eyes shot open and he jerked upwards.

He yawned before turning and seeing Malcolm standing beside him, “You ok kid? Looked like you were wrestling with your own head for a minute there,” Malcolm said in a worried tone. Fallout grabbed his forehead in pain, but it quickly faded,

“Yea, just a weird dream is all. Is Noven alright?” Fallout asked Malcolm,

“I don’t know yet, but he should be awake by now.” Malcolm said. Fallout nodded as he got dressed.

“Decided to take the caps for yourself?” Noven said as he saw Fallout and Malcolm walk in,

“Oh, sorry. You can have them if you want,” Fallout said nervously. Noven raised an eyebrow

‘Does he even know what sarcasm is?’ Noven thought to himself before he spoke, “Right. Good news is Doc Church says I can leave whenever,” Noven said with a grin as he stood up,

“Good to hear. Moira has work for us, and I don’t want to keep the girl waiting,” Malcolm said as he headed back out the door,

“Hey Malcolm,” Fallout said as they headed to her store, “Is there anything you can tell me about Moira?” Malcolm chuckled at the question,

“She’s… unique. Let’s leave it at that,” Malcolm said with a laugh. Fallout turned to Noven with a confused look, but Noven knew no more than he did. Fallout sighed as they neared the store.

“Oh hi!” Moira exclaimed as she looked up from her counter to greet the group, “I have your armor ready, but I’m guessing that’s not the only thing you’re here for is it?” Moira asked in her usual cheerful tone,

“Right. What exactly kind of job did you have in mind?” Malcolm asked,

“Well remember that book I mentioned yesterday? I was wanting some research assistants!” Moira said as she grinned at the group,

‘Oh God please no…’ Malcolm thought to himself. He had done a few jobs for her here and there. She paid well, but almost every time he had to blow all of the money on stimpacks. Before Malcolm could speak Fallout spoke to her,

“What else can you tell us about the book?” Fallout asked, “It’s called The Wasteland Survival Guide. It will consist of three parts. Survive, Thrive, and Rebuild. The first one will cover how to survive some of the most common dangers. How to find food and medicine, how to help with radiation, and even how to possibly profit from landmines,” Malcolm sat there and pondered for a moment,

“Ok. Fallout and I will deal with the mines. Jericho and Noven can find food. We’ll deal with getting irradiated after we get back,” Malcolm said, cringing a bit at the last one,

“Well for the mine I want you to go to a place called Minefield. The food can be found in Super Duper Mart, but if you could also find some medicine that would be great,” Moira said,

“I’ll go get Jericho while you two change,” Malcolm said as he headed out the door. Moira reached below the counter and pulled out two armored jumpsuits. Fallout noticed the there was an ammo belt over the torso, a shoulder pad over the right shoulder, and a few other modifications. Fallout eyed it with a bit of curiosity. Moira noticed Fallout’s look and giggled,

“Slide it on. You’ll notice something a bit different,” Fallout and Noven shrugged as they took their pants off and slid their new armored suits on.

Fallout zipped up the jumpsuit and couldn’t help but feel as if the armor was heavier, “Notice the difference?” Moira asked,

“Yea it’s a little heavier,”

Moira smiled, “What I did to this one behind me only took about ten minutes, but your’s took me most of the night,” Both Fallout and Noven looked at her with confused gazes, “What I did was slip a new material I’ve been wanting to put into action under the suits, and then sewed a new layer over them. It should give you a little more protection than leather armor, and more maneuverability, but don’t expect it to be able to take as much as power armor,”

Before Fallout could ask what power armor even was Malcolm walked in, “Jericho’s waiting for us at the gate.”

“I’ll go and meet him,” Noven said as he walked out the door,

“So is there anything else we need to know about getting a mine?” Malcolm asked,

“I'd like for you to go to the playground in the center, and bring me back one if you can,” Moira said to Malcolm, who in return nodded as he and Fallout headed out the door.

“So this is the Capital Wasteland? So far it’s not as bad as everyone said,” A young man who looked to be around nineteen wearing a long red coat with spiky blonde hair said as he walked. He carried two very large pistols at his side, one black, and the other white. He stood at around 6'5. As he walked he titled his orange tinted shades up. He soon came across a few ruined houses with a playground in the center, “This looks like a nice place to-” He stopped as he heard a beeping noise, “SHIT!” He exclaimed as he dove behind a piece of rubble as the explosion went off. He instinctively drew both pistols and stayed behind cover. As he did this a nearby sniper pulled out his rifle,

“They’re never taking me…” He said as he loaded a clip and fired at the debris, tearing a chunk off. The man in the red coat fired blindly at the location of the sniper. The fight was on.

“What’s that up there?” Fallout asked as he pointed to a large pile of metal up ahead,

“Old scrap yard, nothing there for us,” As Malcolm said that the two heard screaming, gunshots, and a dog barking. Fallout drew his assault rifle and Malcolm drew his hunting rifle,

“Stick with me kid. No telling what the hell that was.” The two drew closer to the scrap yard as the noises grew louder. The two came to a small clearing where they saw a single dog taking on a small group of raiders. All of the raiders seemed to be using melee weapons, and were starting to get the best of the dog. Malcolm holstered his rifle and drew a machete. It was about three feet long. Near the handle it was a bit narrow, but curved outward a bit. Three holes were in the top, most likely to allow for less wind resistance,

“You stay up here and cover me kid, I’ll handle them with this,” Malcolm said as he charged down to meet the raiders head on. He slammed the machete into the first one’s stomach. The rest noticed him, but one was caught off guard by the dog and had his throat torn out. Fallout fired shots at the remaining ones to finish them off. Fallout stood up and slung his rifle over his shoulder as he went to greet Malcolm and the dog. The dog walked up to Fallout and sat down right in front of him and seemed to smile,

“What’s the matter boy?” Fallout asked as he scratched the dog behind his ears. The dog whimpered as he turned his head to a headless corpse, “Lost your master? That’s terrible,” Fallout said with a frown as the dog whimpered, “Want me to be your new master boy?” Fallout asked as the dog replied with an energetic bark, “Now you need a name,” Fallout said as he seemed to ponder.

Malcolm wiped blood off of his blade as he heard Fallout, “Dogmeat,” He said almost instantly. The dog let out a seemingly happy bark at the sound of the name,

“I think he likes it. Very well, Dogmeat it is,” Fallout said as he stood up,

“Well kid we should probably get going,”

“Right. Come on Dogmeat!” Fallout said as he walked with Malcolm and his new companion.

As the man in the read coat peered from behind cover a bit as a shot whizzed by his head. He quickly jerked back behind cover, ‘Shit, didn’t even get to see where he was,’ The man thought to himself. He then saw something kick up dirt on the spot of ground a few feet in front of. All of the sudden pain shot through his shoulder, he had been grazed by a shot, ‘You shouldn’t have missed that shot,’ The man in the red thought as he studied the spot where the bullet had landed. He inhaled as he dove from cover and spun around. Time seemed to slow down as he cocked the hammer back while in midair. He squeezed the trigger as he saw a bright flash of light. He knew it had to be the man’s scope. As the trigger was squeezed the hammer was pulled back until it clicked forward and a round rocketed out of the barrel. It tore through the air and within a moment he saw the light vanish, ‘Got him,’ He throught to himself as he hit the ground with a large thud. He gazed up at the sun that hung in the middle of the sky a bit before dozing off to sleep.

Fallout, Malcolm, and Dogmeat approached Minefield as Fallout saw the man laying on the ground passed out. Fallout was about to rush forward, but Malcolm stopped him. Malcolm then scanned the area as if he was looking for something. After a few moments Malcolm released Fallout and allowed him to continue on,

“You make sure he’s alright. I’ll deal with the mine,” Malcolm said as he headed towards the playground. Fallout and Dogmeat walked closer to the man and Fallout saw the wound on his shoulder. He knelt over and quickly injected a stimpack and pulled out his medical supplies, but before he could do anything the man opened his eyes. The two stared at each other for a moment before the man finally spoke,

“I’m hoping you’re not going to try and kill me,” The man said with a slight smirk, “No! I was about to try and bandage you up, but you seem fine to me,” Fallout replied with a slight chuckle,

“Right, my name is Luke von Dash, but you can just call me Luke,” Luke said as he sat up and extended his hand,

“My name is Fallout,” Fallout said as he shook Luke’s hand with a smile. Before the two could speak more Malcolm walked up carrying a landmine,

“He’s alright I take it?” Malcolm asked as he drew closer,

“Indeed I am. My name is Luke, and what can I call you?” Malcolm eyed Luke with a bit of curiosity, “Malcolm, and you’re not from here are you?” Malcolm said.

Luke chuckled, “That obvious eh? No I’m not from here.” Luke said in a strangely upbeat tone.

Malcolm sighed, “You wanna come with us? I can show you around.”

Luke gave a smile back, “Thank you,” He said as he stood up and gave a quick bow, “I would be honored,”

Malcolm nodded, “Let’s get back. Noven and Jericho are probably back by now.” Malcolm said as the group started back towards Megaton.