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wyntir_knightI'm attempting to write daily to stave off the total apathy I've been feeling lately. Some days are better than others, but I'm still trying. And I think I'm going to post the items here (when I manage something other than train of thought musings), just as a reminder that I really am writing.
So, today's entry is part of a Fallout 4 fanfic I've been poking at. It's a walk-through type fic involving two survivors - a pair of twins. One becomes the Minuteman General and the other joins the Brotherhood. This portion involves the Minute Man sister - Morgan Hale - and Preston Garvey arriving at Diamond City.
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The trader was painfully skinny with red rimmed blood shot eyes that were so pale they were almost white. Her skin had an unhealthy yellowish pallor and her cheeks were sunken. But she was energetic and was practically vibrating as she led the pack brahmin and her guards away from Diamond City.
"Hold on," Morgan called out. "You're a trader from Bunker Hill?"
"Yeah?" The woman's response was guarded and calculated.
"You got any meds?" Morgan asked. "I'm after some Rad Away if you've got it."
"I've got some, but that's not my focus," the woman said cryptically.
Morgan smiled slightly. "Okay, I'll bite. What is your focus?"
"If it can chamber, cock, and spit out lead -- then I sell it. I sell slashers and clobberers, too, for those maniacs that like it up close," the trader said, her grin widening to nearly unbelievable proportions. "But hot death flying faster than the speed of sound... Oh, my knees are getting weak just from thinking about it!" she moaned.
Morgan chuckled slightly.
"Okay then. I'm good on guns, but I'll happily look at whatever three oh eight you have. I also need ten mil and shotgun shells. And my friend here needs fusion cells," Morgan said, nodding toward Preston. "Oh! And mines if you have them. the bigger the boom the better."
The trader looked at her approvingly, smile becoming appreciative. "A woman after my own heart! Not many of you vaulties know how to party right. Good to see that one or two aren't total pussies. Cricket, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Cricket. Now we gonna get to trading?"
They dickered back and forth for a bit, but in the end a fairly equitable trade was made. It helped that Morgan had kept the mini gun she'd picked up from the last group of Super Mutants they'd faced and it had still been full of ammo. At one cap a piece it was still quite a bit, and almost as much as Cricket was asking for the supplies. They'd also made a deal that Morgan would keep her in mind when she collected any other ammo she had no use for.
"Why do we need mines?" Preston asked as they continued toward Diamond City and Cricket was out of earshot.
"Well, you said that the Castle was overwhelmed by some kind of sea monster, right?" Morgan said. "I figure that if it isn't some kind of urban legend then we're probably dealing with a mirelurk of one sort or another. So I figure, depending on what we find, we set up some landmines on the beaches. I mean, assuming that the Castle is Fort Independence and it's still surrounded by water on three sides?"
"Yeah, it is, I think," Preston replied. "I haven't gotten too close. It's been abandoned for a long time now and the mirelurks have moved in, so it isn't safe to go in anymore. At least not alone. Can I ask, you seem to know a lot about the history of the area. Was that a common thing back then? Before the war, i mean?"
Morgan smiled a little sadly.
"Not really common," she said as she unconsciously started playing with her wedding band. "It was really more Nate's thing. Being named after Nathan Hale, having ties to the revolution ... It was important to him. To his whole family. So after we got married at the Old Statehouse, Nate brought me on a tour of the Freedom Trail, and Bunker Hill, and Fort Independence. I guess the bug hit me too. I'd even run the Trail on Saturdays rather than my normal weekday route to Walden Pond and back."
Preston was about to say more when an angry voice floated out to them from the front doors of the city.
"What do you mean, Danny? You can't just lock me out! I live here! My sister is in there!"
"Diamond City," Morgan breathed. "The Great Green Jewel. I should have guessed it was Fenway."
"Fenway?" Preston asked.
"Fenway Park," Morgan replied, and laid her hand on the green wall almost reverently. "And this was the Great Green Monster. Makes sense that folks would hide here if they could. It would have had food, water, plumbing, power ... yeah, it makes sense."
As they approached the door they were greeted by a woman in a red trench coat and newsboy cap, yelling angrily at a call box set outside the closed emergency gates. Morgan remembered when they were installed, but had never seen them closed before. Another reason to move to the Monster when the bombs fell.
"Oh no!" the woman spat out sarcastically. "It's the big scary reporter! Boo!"
"I'm sorry Miss Piper," the box replied. The voice clearly belonged to a young man who was obviously not being paid enough for the shit he was getting. "The mayor was real clear about not letting you in!"
"Danny! Please!"
"Excuse me," Morgan said to the woman. "If I may?"
Piper motioned to the box.
"Hello, Mister Sullivan is it? I'm Morgan Hale down from Sanctuary. I need access to your city. More specifically to your financial district. I have some supplies to trade. Now, if the city is closed to the general public, I understand, and I'll take my business to Goodneighbour."
"Oh! Uhm ... It's just that ..." the box stammered.
"It's just what, Mister Sullivan? Either the city is open or not. Which is it?" Morgan asked.
The box sighed despondently and the door started to rise with a screech of under oiled gears.
"Don't go to Goodneighbour," the box said. "I'm opening the door."
So, today's entry is part of a Fallout 4 fanfic I've been poking at. It's a walk-through type fic involving two survivors - a pair of twins. One becomes the Minuteman General and the other joins the Brotherhood. This portion involves the Minute Man sister - Morgan Hale - and Preston Garvey arriving at Diamond City.
---
The trader was painfully skinny with red rimmed blood shot eyes that were so pale they were almost white. Her skin had an unhealthy yellowish pallor and her cheeks were sunken. But she was energetic and was practically vibrating as she led the pack brahmin and her guards away from Diamond City.
"Hold on," Morgan called out. "You're a trader from Bunker Hill?"
"Yeah?" The woman's response was guarded and calculated.
"You got any meds?" Morgan asked. "I'm after some Rad Away if you've got it."
"I've got some, but that's not my focus," the woman said cryptically.
Morgan smiled slightly. "Okay, I'll bite. What is your focus?"
"If it can chamber, cock, and spit out lead -- then I sell it. I sell slashers and clobberers, too, for those maniacs that like it up close," the trader said, her grin widening to nearly unbelievable proportions. "But hot death flying faster than the speed of sound... Oh, my knees are getting weak just from thinking about it!" she moaned.
Morgan chuckled slightly.
"Okay then. I'm good on guns, but I'll happily look at whatever three oh eight you have. I also need ten mil and shotgun shells. And my friend here needs fusion cells," Morgan said, nodding toward Preston. "Oh! And mines if you have them. the bigger the boom the better."
The trader looked at her approvingly, smile becoming appreciative. "A woman after my own heart! Not many of you vaulties know how to party right. Good to see that one or two aren't total pussies. Cricket, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Cricket. Now we gonna get to trading?"
They dickered back and forth for a bit, but in the end a fairly equitable trade was made. It helped that Morgan had kept the mini gun she'd picked up from the last group of Super Mutants they'd faced and it had still been full of ammo. At one cap a piece it was still quite a bit, and almost as much as Cricket was asking for the supplies. They'd also made a deal that Morgan would keep her in mind when she collected any other ammo she had no use for.
"Why do we need mines?" Preston asked as they continued toward Diamond City and Cricket was out of earshot.
"Well, you said that the Castle was overwhelmed by some kind of sea monster, right?" Morgan said. "I figure that if it isn't some kind of urban legend then we're probably dealing with a mirelurk of one sort or another. So I figure, depending on what we find, we set up some landmines on the beaches. I mean, assuming that the Castle is Fort Independence and it's still surrounded by water on three sides?"
"Yeah, it is, I think," Preston replied. "I haven't gotten too close. It's been abandoned for a long time now and the mirelurks have moved in, so it isn't safe to go in anymore. At least not alone. Can I ask, you seem to know a lot about the history of the area. Was that a common thing back then? Before the war, i mean?"
Morgan smiled a little sadly.
"Not really common," she said as she unconsciously started playing with her wedding band. "It was really more Nate's thing. Being named after Nathan Hale, having ties to the revolution ... It was important to him. To his whole family. So after we got married at the Old Statehouse, Nate brought me on a tour of the Freedom Trail, and Bunker Hill, and Fort Independence. I guess the bug hit me too. I'd even run the Trail on Saturdays rather than my normal weekday route to Walden Pond and back."
Preston was about to say more when an angry voice floated out to them from the front doors of the city.
"What do you mean, Danny? You can't just lock me out! I live here! My sister is in there!"
"Diamond City," Morgan breathed. "The Great Green Jewel. I should have guessed it was Fenway."
"Fenway?" Preston asked.
"Fenway Park," Morgan replied, and laid her hand on the green wall almost reverently. "And this was the Great Green Monster. Makes sense that folks would hide here if they could. It would have had food, water, plumbing, power ... yeah, it makes sense."
As they approached the door they were greeted by a woman in a red trench coat and newsboy cap, yelling angrily at a call box set outside the closed emergency gates. Morgan remembered when they were installed, but had never seen them closed before. Another reason to move to the Monster when the bombs fell.
"Oh no!" the woman spat out sarcastically. "It's the big scary reporter! Boo!"
"I'm sorry Miss Piper," the box replied. The voice clearly belonged to a young man who was obviously not being paid enough for the shit he was getting. "The mayor was real clear about not letting you in!"
"Danny! Please!"
"Excuse me," Morgan said to the woman. "If I may?"
Piper motioned to the box.
"Hello, Mister Sullivan is it? I'm Morgan Hale down from Sanctuary. I need access to your city. More specifically to your financial district. I have some supplies to trade. Now, if the city is closed to the general public, I understand, and I'll take my business to Goodneighbour."
"Oh! Uhm ... It's just that ..." the box stammered.
"It's just what, Mister Sullivan? Either the city is open or not. Which is it?" Morgan asked.
The box sighed despondently and the door started to rise with a screech of under oiled gears.
"Don't go to Goodneighbour," the box said. "I'm opening the door."