War Never Changes

an original fallout rp established in 2012 | player driven, world building | no word count, no character limit, includes Fallout 1 - 4

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CELEBRATING GREAT WAR DAY! Attention, dwellers, the vault-door is officially open to the wasteland. It's a brave new world, let's make the best of it! Welcome to "War Never Changes," we hope you survive your stay.

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10.23 "War Never Changes" DLC launches. Public reopening begins.

09.30 After 4 good years, the story concludes. Fallout 66 ends.

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War... war never changes. It began with the bombing of the old world. Nuclear fire destroyed much of the American Commonwealth, and what survived did so by adjusting to the wasteland left in war's wake. 200 years later, out of the development of the Boneyard, the Will Roger Caravan Company took up the challenge to establish the Route 66 highway as a caravan trade route, stretching from NCR controlled California to the Brotherhood of Steel in Chicago, Illinois. Their progress met its end in St. Louis, "Missury," where a year-long campaign ended in another nuclear detonation to the city.

Months after the blast, survivors and drifters alike creep back into the ruins of the old world wreck. The shattered remains of establishments shake off the Fallout and carry on. The bones of St. Louis stir again with life...

October-December, 2299

The temperature is dropping, but it's nothing like the blizzard of 2298. Proper shelter at night is becoming non-negotiable. Drifters must either pool their resources to afford a homestead or they must rent from one of the few establishments remaining.

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CHARLIE DUNNE
 Posted: Nov 14 2016, 10:37 AM
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29 years
Human race
NCR Deserter
Neutral Good
biography by Gina

SKILLS

Small Guns Bartering Survival Repair

PERKS

Commando Gunslinger Quick-Draw Strong Back Toughness
Strength
5/10
Perception
5/10
Endurance
8/10
Charisma
6/10
Intelligence
4/10
Agility
5/10
Luck
7/10

WEAPONS

Service Rifle

9mm Pistol

Combat Knife

COMPANION

N/A
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 60
Adventures
7
Text
N/A


Downtown, October 2, 2299



The ruins of St. Louis were... well, ruinous, just like any other city. Charlie Dunne, when striding down the sparsely populated neighborhood of Cole Street, came to the conclusion that out of all the crumbling ruinous shithole cities he'd seen, St. Louis looked the worst by far. He remembered the sight of that horrible-looking brown cloud right in the center of it; he could only wonder what the hell happened to this place. His thoughts went back to Albuquerque, of the relative peace New Mexico would have offered him. It was pointless to stay, of course -- if the NCR ever pushed past Vegas, the Imperial Army's weapons were nothing compared to the nation's sheer numbers.

Charlie's backpack was empty, his stomach was empty; the only things that weren't empty were the old M16 slung over his back and the M1911A1 holstered at his hip, and he wasn't ready to eat a bullet. Not yet. Charlie knew he needed food, and the jingling of caps in his pocket would hopefully earn him some reprieve from his hunger.

Pulling his jacket in, Charlie scanned the streets for any signs of a market -- surely these people had that at least. He could only assume, the locals weren't the most helpful sort, not the type to give directions to a stranger. His stomach grumbled again, thoughts of grilled gecko filled his starving mind.
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Jukebox Rooney
 Posted: Nov 15 2016, 03:24 PM
QUOTE
15 years
Human race
The Robotics Expert
Neutral Good
biography by FEVer Blossom

SKILLS

Lockpick Repair Traps Pack Rat

PERKS

Dodger Cautious Nature Scout Robotics Expert Computer Whiz
Strength
2/10
Perception
7/10
Endurance
4/10
Charisma
4/10
Intelligence
9/10
Agility
8/10
Luck
6/10

WEAPONS

Red Menace

PipFall

Silent Sass

COMPANION

Red Menace & PipFall- custom built robots.
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 269
Adventures
5
Text
N/A


Was she gonna have some fun tonight? Little Richard's ear-splitting wailing seemed to suggest so. Over the rumble and roar of the red sentrybot's engine and heavy wheels grinding its way over the broken and bumpy road, the booming chords of the bopping tune could still be heard. The din of the combined cacophony drowned out nearly every other sound in direct vicinity. Red Menace rolled away contently, undisturbed by the violently roaring volume of their passing. Pipfall was scout, and she hovered always within a ten foot radius of the pair, her single visual orbit scanning for signs of threat. That was how the trio of wandering scavvers had been alerted to the presence of a solitary figure.

Calling out to the pair was probably nigh impossible over the racket, but Pipfall was a flashy yellow paint job for a reason. She would have been hard to ignore with that shade of lacquer, but voltaic charges were an added advantage. The little hovering robot zipped in close and sent up a bright display to catch her master's attention. Red rolled to a slow pause and Jukebox dialed down the modified radio on his back to hear what her smaller companion had to say. The girl dramatically shrugged her shoulders.

"Ma'am, my scanners have detected a humanoid life form sixty feet to the west of us. How shall we proceed?"

From her perch atop Red Menace's massive shoulders, Jukebox squinted and raised up a hand to shield her eyes from the sun's glare. Even through the gloom overhead, shafts of light occasionally broke through to play havoc with vision. Pipfall's gun-arm raised in the indicated direction and Rooney's attention followed after. Sure enough, there was some scruffy looking wanderer out there. Friendly? Foe? It was always impossible to say. She turned to regard the small, rectangular box that was her massive friend's face.

"Would you like to engage in a closer inspection?"

The girl nodded.

"Ma'am, I'm not sure that's an advisable course of action. If it is hostile, we may fall under fire from a long range weapon..." but Rooney was already waving an impatient hand and enthusiastically pointing forward.

Red Menace rolled forward with reduced speed but at a purposeful pace until they were within fifteen feet of this stranger. Jukebox had slipped down the massive, crimson expanse of Red's heavily luggage-strapped back and was no more than a small face peering over a wickedly plated shoulder. Red had all the fun accessories, courtesy of the Rust Devil that had built him. Pipfall, for all her keen mind and usefulness, never had that same advantage. It didn't stop the little bot, however, from hovering in a foot or two closer to their objective.

"Please step forward and identify yourself but be warned - any attempt at hostilities will result in the use of deadly force."

By now, the young girl's curiosity had the better of her and she'd clamored back up Red's shoulder to look down at this bearded man. Childish curiosity always won out at the end of the day. It was why, if it hadn't been for her robots or the people who had done their part to look after her in the past, Jukebox Rooney likely would have never made it out to St. Louis.
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CHARLIE DUNNE
 Posted: Nov 15 2016, 06:37 PM
QUOTE
29 years
Human race
NCR Deserter
Neutral Good
biography by Gina

SKILLS

Small Guns Bartering Survival Repair

PERKS

Commando Gunslinger Quick-Draw Strong Back Toughness
Strength
5/10
Perception
5/10
Endurance
8/10
Charisma
6/10
Intelligence
4/10
Agility
5/10
Luck
7/10

WEAPONS

Service Rifle

9mm Pistol

Combat Knife

COMPANION

N/A
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 60
Adventures
7
Text
N/A


Complacency was an awful trap to fall into; the idea of safety was poisonous, no place was ever 100% safe. This wide open street devoid of any meaningful cover and flanked by buildings too ruined to flee in wasn't safe, it was a death trap that one could only hope to vacate quickly. At that moment, Charlie realized that his complacency landed him in the absolute worst possible environment to be facing two bots.

He heard them way before they came into view -- old world melodies echoing through the skeleton of St. Louis. Then, far off in the distance, came an ugly piss-colored flier that was the forward-man of a red monstrosity bearing down on his position. Running was pointless -- the gun on that thing's arm would tear him to pieces in these wide-open streets. Shooting first was a death sentence too, the bot's armor looked too sturdy for a 9 millimeter, maybe even a 5.56.

Fuck, it was the first word that came to mind, one that adequately described his situation. Those bots weren't firing on him yet, probably waiting for some sort of identification. Charlie stood stock still for fear of inciting the red robot's ire, he wouldn't escape its wrath, not in this environment. The damn thing looked more sophisticated than a Securitron, and was probably quite a bit more deadly. "Fucking robots," Charlie cursed under his breath, raising his hands away from his weapons.

The instructions were obeyed obediently, Charlie's first steps were careful and deliberate -- all the while he kept his hands up, even a robot had to understand he meant no harm. A mess of brown hair suddenly popped out from behind the red bot, and a little brown-skinned girl's face was peering down at him. "What in the world...?" Charlie stared at her, unsure of what to say. His hands lowering slightly, only for a sharp whir from the piss-bot to send them shooting back up again. "Charlie, my name's Charlie, and I'm obviously not in a position to get into a firefight with a bot, alright?" he explained hurriedly, though his eyes never left the girl's.

The situation was absolutely absurd -- he was being threatened by a goddamn kid and her pet robots? Charlie couldn't help it; he chuckled at the absurdity of it all, or maybe laughter was his way of coping with the mechanical death staring him in the face. "I'm not a threat, so... why don't you tell your buddies to stand down, kiddo. Can you do that?" Charlie said while slowly lowering his hands again.
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Jukebox Rooney
 Posted: Nov 17 2016, 02:28 PM
QUOTE
15 years
Human race
The Robotics Expert
Neutral Good
biography by FEVer Blossom

SKILLS

Lockpick Repair Traps Pack Rat

PERKS

Dodger Cautious Nature Scout Robotics Expert Computer Whiz
Strength
2/10
Perception
7/10
Endurance
4/10
Charisma
4/10
Intelligence
9/10
Agility
8/10
Luck
6/10

WEAPONS

Red Menace

PipFall

Silent Sass

COMPANION

Red Menace & PipFall- custom built robots.
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 269
Adventures
5
Text
N/A


Childish curiosity had the girl completely engrossed with her new discovery - this scruffy looking nerf-herder vagabond her robot's sensors had distinguished. He hadn't tried running - though that was something half the wandering folks she'd encountered seemed wont to do. He hadn't tried opening fire on her either - which suggested he wasn't some chem-addled junkie or independent raider. She knew about the big group living in the train station, and as this fella had no bike and no car, he didn't fall immediately into that category. Not in her mind. From what she could determine from just peering openly upon his agitated expression, it was likely he was a new settler or maybe just passing through.

Charlie. He said his name was Charlie.

Rooney didn't know him from start, but she immediately liked this stranger named Charlie. She was quick to swat at Red's giant arm until the robot had no option but to swivel its torso to face off to the side. His gun for an arm really had no option of lowering at all, if truth be told, so the robot could only satisfy his tiny master in positioning it to face off in another direction. The irony of the action being that the robot hadn't even been aiming his weapon at this wanderer in the first place... forward was just the only way the robot's appendage sat. It was actually Pipfall, the mistrustful little bot, that still held her tesla-rifle arm out and at the ready. Despite Rooney's instant desire to believe in this stranger, and her overwhelming curiosity that overshadowed both caution and reserve, Pipfall was not of such a like mind, and the small robot kept her guard up - even after the girl's irritable flapping signal that the yellow companion should lower her weapon.

Seemingly frustrated and displeased with the hovering misanthrope, Jukebox tapped the side of Red's box-face until she had the robot's attention. She openly pointed down to the man, made a sweep of the street, and then shrugged her shoulders. The robot's eyeless gaze swept over the avenue, scanned the demolished ruins of the ancient architecture lying silent and still as the proverbial grave, and then fixated back on this worried looking individual.

"What is your destination?" the bot intoned across to the man.
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CHARLIE DUNNE
 Posted: Nov 17 2016, 03:37 PM
QUOTE
29 years
Human race
NCR Deserter
Neutral Good
biography by Gina

SKILLS

Small Guns Bartering Survival Repair

PERKS

Commando Gunslinger Quick-Draw Strong Back Toughness
Strength
5/10
Perception
5/10
Endurance
8/10
Charisma
6/10
Intelligence
4/10
Agility
5/10
Luck
7/10

WEAPONS

Service Rifle

9mm Pistol

Combat Knife

COMPANION

N/A
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 60
Adventures
7
Text
N/A


The girl's silence was perturbing; back in California the kids running the streets were anything but silent. Wasteland life must have been especially cruel to make this girl quiet, and Charlie found it doubtful that this boded well for her disposition towards him. Occasionally his eyes would wander to the floating bot training a high-powered rifle at his forehead, just one word from the girl and he'd be a stain on the concrete, probably.

A part of him wanted to ask for the girl's name, she couldn't be that unfriendly even by wastelander standards. Charlie had met innumerably shitty people over the course of his life, but none of them were kids, this girl couldn't be much different from them. Still, she was jumpy, probably afraid, and giving her an excuse to blow him away wasn't on the to-do list for today. Fortunately for him, the girl wasn't in the mood for that, and he exhaled softly when the red rust bucket's arm gun was pointed far away from him. The piss-bot who wouldn't stop pointing its goddamn rifle at his goddamn face, on the other hand...

Several gestures were made by the girl, eliciting some shrugs from Charlie, who wasn't sure what the hell she was on about. Thankfully, the red robot was piping up for her -- his destination, what was it? "Well, ah... I was just trying to find something to eat, miss... er," he coughed into his hand and shifted on his feet, gesturing for the girl to introduce herself. "Mind telling me your... uh... your 'name'?" he used his index finger to spell out 'name' in the air, perhaps gestures were the only thing she understood?
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Jukebox Rooney
 Posted: Nov 19 2016, 01:05 PM
QUOTE
15 years
Human race
The Robotics Expert
Neutral Good
biography by FEVer Blossom

SKILLS

Lockpick Repair Traps Pack Rat

PERKS

Dodger Cautious Nature Scout Robotics Expert Computer Whiz
Strength
2/10
Perception
7/10
Endurance
4/10
Charisma
4/10
Intelligence
9/10
Agility
8/10
Luck
6/10

WEAPONS

Red Menace

PipFall

Silent Sass

COMPANION

Red Menace & PipFall- custom built robots.
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 269
Adventures
5
Text
N/A


She watched the man draw something in the space between them, watched his finger trace along invisible lines before his face. Rooney just smiled politely throughout his rather brief exchange, at ease enough to unspool her length over Red's shoulder, draped across an armored, crimson shoulder like a towel. So the guy was hungry? Then it was truly his lucky day to have stumbled across Jukebox - even if stumbled was a generous term for simply being zeroed in by her robots' standard detection sensors. As it so happened, Rooney knew the perfect place to score a meal... sometimes a free meal, depending on present parties and who was working on what day.

"Ma'am... shall I engage greeting protocols?"

From her perch draped over the sentrybot, the girl waved a limp hand at Pipfall to carry on. The smaller robot turned her large, domed head towards the stranger again. The singular optical sensor within the biosphere studying - and studying mistrustfully - this vagabond. It was her master's command, however, so she would obey it.

"My master is Jukebox Rooney. I am designated 'Pipfall' and that one," to which her assaultron appendage pointed across to Red, "is designated 'Red Menace.' If you are looking for shelter and something to eat, I suggest you follow us to The House. It is our current destination. You will certainly find edibles to purchase at this location as well as boarding you can rent."

Rooney vigorously nodded her bushy head, enthusiastically corroborating with her mechanical friend's advice.
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CHARLIE DUNNE
 Posted: Nov 21 2016, 01:37 PM
QUOTE
29 years
Human race
NCR Deserter
Neutral Good
biography by Gina

SKILLS

Small Guns Bartering Survival Repair

PERKS

Commando Gunslinger Quick-Draw Strong Back Toughness
Strength
5/10
Perception
5/10
Endurance
8/10
Charisma
6/10
Intelligence
4/10
Agility
5/10
Luck
7/10

WEAPONS

Service Rifle

9mm Pistol

Combat Knife

COMPANION

N/A
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 60
Adventures
7
Text
N/A


There was a scoff, "What kind of name is..." Charlie stopped himself short and coughed into his hand. Giant red robot, flying yellow robot, kid he didn't want to piss off. "Nice to... Nice to meet you, Rooney, Pipfall... Red Menace," he nodded to each respective individual. "I'd appreciate a guide, only just got here," he left it at that, no need for extrapolation.

The four of them made an odd sight -- a man walking side by side with a bushy-haired kid and her pet robots. Charlie wasn't one for small talk, his eyes were scanning the windows, alleys, and rooftops for any sign of an ambush --- this place was a raider's wet dream for sure. Occasionally he'd shoot a glance to Rooney, the girl was carelessly draped over Red Menace's "neck" without a care in the world. It was a marvel, really, seeing a shred of childlike innocence survive... but Charlie's thoughts inevitably wandered to bleak outcomes; a wayward bullet could come easily, from anywhere.

Charlie raised a hand and rapped the side of Red Menace's arm, "Hey, kiddo. You should tuck in somewhere, keep your head down," he advised, staring off into the distance. He didn't want Rooney seeing his face, how he was biting his lip.
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