Day 1
The silhouette trembled throughout the desert terrain which surrounded a person and engulfed them with the heat waves that passed on for many, many years just after the nuclear war was initiated between two super power continents. A nearby brahmin was suffering due to the intense tempature as the cracked, dry grounds sometimes showed foot prints of creatures ranging from dangerous foes that fell into the irradiated abyss to humans boots - friend or enemy, nevertheless, it was a sign that someone was in the area. Her feet deeply pressed into the orange, rough grounds of the desert itself as her hands laid by her large thighs as she looked onwards towards the wall that the environment had made. There was a silhouette staring directly at her with two other people by it's sides, wearing dark leather armour as their faces were covered with sleek cloth that hid their identity to anyone that wanted to take a look at them.
Sweat began to pour down her face as she tightened her ponytail, then moved the dirty blonde colored hair along the side of her head behind her ears due to be a irritant to her during passive or action consequences, although became a issue due to it repeating over and over at certain times. Her voice began to higher in intensity and nervousness as her voice creaked through her lips, emittedly.
"Who are you?" She asked stubbornly.
The response wasn't what she was expecting. "Hello there sexy beauty. Want to come over to our shack and... y' know?" The bandit does a pelvis thrust as his buddies laugh along with him, taunting the woman with some effort to say atleast.
The blonde haired woman pressed her fingers upon her Python tackled inside the black holster packet attached around her thigh. Luckiness was at her side as she raised the gun to the distracted desert bandits. With little to no effort, she pulled the trigger and rotated the iron sight torwards the three individuals who supposingly were at the bad side of the room. Gunshots fell into the background aura of the wastelands itself as the quiet laughs stopped in a split snap of a finger. Two of the bandits heads were cracked open due to the dangerous round that penetrated their skulls, allowing brain matter to spill over the grounds whilst drying up quickly due to the said tempature, although at night, this didn't happen all the time to other victims of her weapon. Dangerously dying out the gunshot noise to the radius around the four individuals, a Gecko screamed in the background but was no interruption between the vault woman and the roaming bandit himself.
The bandit slowly etched in pain, his fingers tightly remaining around the wound that pierced his lung and stayed inside his ribcage area. Apparently, the woman smiled while she standed above him, her two feet astray at the sides of his waist area.
"Oh man, oh man. You wish you could have a grip at this body of mine but what you have a grip at is this." Her glowing smile quickly flushed into a agressive look that was swiped across her face as some of her blonde hair stayed infront of her face. The barrel of the Python raised towards the head of the bandit himself who had a damaged helmet on which wasn't no use at this particular set of time. "Any last words bub before you take a last piece of eyecontact at me?" Thumb clicking down ontop of the hammer, the magnum etched a inch closer to the mans face as she kneeled down, her pelvis area almost touching his but only a few inches away. "I... no... not at all." He said, closing his eyes as he breathed with no effort at all. Crimson red blood spawned around his chest area, notifying "those" of his loss of blood and I mean alot of it.
"You know how much I wanted to use this quote right? Lemme think... oh wait, here it comes! There are two men in this world - well, one woman and one man in this world -, one who has a gun and one with a shovel. You dig. Get it right? Dig yourself a grave because you are out of time." Tauntingly quoting with a little snicker, she squeezed the trigger of the magnum as the recoil flew into her arm. A golden-like colored round hurled throughout the barrel and into the mans shoulder, rendering his other arm useless unless immediate medical attention was at the scene. The bandit screamed in agony as he looked up at the woman with a face filled with mostly pain but abit of depression.
"I'll leave you in the desert alone while the Geckos I heard earlier will eat you alive. That's your punishment for today. Oh and if you have any paper, write a message to your friends that your friend was actually a traitor. Really, I ain't your friend. Heh." She spit onto the mans chest as she walked around the deceased bandits, quickly scavenging their said bodies that began to increase in tempature and radiation but at a low rate, even a Geiger Counter could detect such information. "Someone with the same lucky magnum as mine." She said, grasping ahold of a said magnum exactly the same as hers. Taking ahold of the duffelbag which then surrounded her chest, she put another holster packet around her other thigh.
The ceased bandit with alot of fearing moral running through his body began to crawl torwards a weapon nearby that the unlucky bandit had dropped. Although, the woman was still scavenging through the dead bodies, getting a taste of new equipment that even the traders back at the small village in the middle of the desert didn't even had. A female suit suitable for his physical form remained in the backpack of the deceased bandit himself and a few ammunitions aswell along with drugs that were high in price to the traders.
Quickly spotting him touching the weapon with his middle and ring finger, the woman quickly took out her magnum and fired two rounds into the weapon. Apparently, this was enough to cause the weapon to critically remain in bad condition that even a man with half a brain could misfire it. "About what I said earlier. I'll leave you to your fate." Laughing abit, the victorious woman went down the imaginary pathway (because the desert sometimes doesn't have roads, see?) to the New California Republic area, beginning to traverse away from Broken Hills.
I guess you could say that lucky kept it's promise.
Story preview: These stories will be called "Day (insert number here)" but no chapters or anything will be included. I won't go each day because that would be harsh but instead, it will go from maybe a few days or weeks of the characters lifetime. In these stories, I will include my characters (which I will describe later on below) experiences on their desert expeditions. Instead of using gameplay from in-game that will remain a problem for the story (dying most of the time is a example), I will use my own solo-character kind of thing just like in Fallout 2 whereas you are the prontagist of the game, surviving anything that is in your way.
Characters:
Catherine: Known to have a personal trait of sexiness and beautiness to friend and enemy, she is often a fighter too behind her background story. Born in a Vault whereas she escaped due to a incident between the riots and what not, she travelled through the United States of America to California where she calls home but she knows that dangers lurk around the area. Her encounter with new frightening creatures and opponents that are much stronger than her - especially the Enclave -, she must survive on her own due to her lone wolf experiences before. "Don't trust anyone" is her motto. A blonde female with her iconic skintight jumpsuit, she makes a appearance as a typical kind of deadeye shot due to her trusty Python. One of her scars remain down her cheek due to being clawed by a Gecko who later remained as a carpet in her tent. Catherine has been knocked out a couple of times due to a encounter with mutants who would later become deceased due to the Brotherhood of Steel saving her life. This head trauma caused Heterochromia Iridum which causes two of her eyes to have different eye color - one being a grey (with abit of blue) and the other being a golden brown.
Only 25 years old, she has a daughter which she found in the middle of the desert in a shack which was attacked by Geckos. Not to be confused with the word "daughter", she wasn't born from Catherine but was adopted by Catherine who later found a loving relationship between the two - the early mother ofcourse. (Wanted to add this for emotional parts in the storyline)
David: A strong man indeed. Known to be wearing a black jacket with a city shotgun at his back. He is to be known as the muscle of his group who would remain a secret to the public themselves. Although, he began to explore the wastelands by himself because of him disbanding the group who later attacked him in the abandoned, ruined cities just near The Hub. The reason of his leaving was because the leader commanded him to kill a few children which he disagreed to, defending the said children from the attack. With the help of his friends who also disbanded the group, they fought them off.
Back on topic; he's a amateur lover of suits and shotguns, known to be playing in the casino a few times in New Reno or just sitting around a campfire playing guitar. His group of friends keep him accompanied by radio.
Author notification to the readers: These character profiles will later become updated with much more information.
