FALLOUT �: Post Nuclear Mayhem!
By Creepy D
And so it begins
"Destroy the mind, destroy the body
but you cannot destroy the heart.
Destroy the mind, destroy the body
But you CANNOT destroy the heart."
-- "An Ode to No One"
Smashing Pumpkins
Prologue
Ranma trudged through the barren wasteland. He was all alone now, and
had been for a couple years. His father's often-misguided judgement and
gruff tenderness were gone, rotting in the wasteland, along with the
knowledge of home. Genma had not been the best of fathers, but he was all
Ranma had had. Now, only revenge had any meaning in Ranma's life. Revenge
against the men that had killed his father and robbed Ranma of the chance to
find his home and mother.
**********************
"Ranma, my boy, I have been selected to look for a place to relocate the
other vault-dwellers. You are going to come with me, and continue to train
in the ways of the School of Indiscriminate Grappling."
"Where are we going, pop?" asked the 8-year old boy.
"We are going to leave the vault and go north, probably. We must find a
city, or at least land that will allow all of our people to live peacefully,
outside these thick walls."
"Are you going to come with us, mother?"
"No, Ranma, I must stay here. I would only be a hindrance out there to
you. I want you to promise me, son, that you will learn all you can from
your father, and become a man amongst men. I will be waiting for you," said
Nodoka, as she smiled down at her little boy. "I want you to promise me that
you will find me a nice place to live!"
"Anything for you, okaasan. I promise to be a man!"
**********************
A camp loomed in the distance. It looked to be deserted, but Ranma could
sense life. "Feh. Those bastards think they can escape me. I will honor
your memory, Father! I will kill them all! I will make them pay for killing
you and enslaving me!" he whispered fiercely to the small pendant he wore
looped about his neck.
**********************
"Ranma, come here."
The little guy stopped his kata, and hurried over to his father. He wondered
what was going on, since his father had been very quiet the last few hours.
"Son, I want you to have this. It's a pendant, and it contains the access
codes to Vault 13, our home. If anything happens to me, I want you to have
this, so you can get back into our home."
"ButII" stammered the small boy.
"Don't argue with me, boy! It's just a precaution. Nothing's going to
happen to me. Now get back to your exercises!"
**********************
The Raider never saw what killed him. Ranma's hands encircled his
throat, and all that could be heard in the still night was a soft *snap*.
Ranma lowered the Raider carefully to the ground and looked for his next
target. The next victim was not as lucky as the first. The spiked knuckles
on Ranma's fists found the guards belly and face. His head exploded into
gory bits, splattering brain on Ranchan's combat leather jacket. Heavy
leather combat boots, an old American design, found another guard in the
back, snapping his spine.
**********************
"Ranma! Pay attention! How can you ever become a Grandmaster in our family
school if you are always looking at that gun?"
"But dad, what good are your fists if someone shoots you before you can get
close enough to hit them?"
Genma sighed. "Look boy. I haven't taught you this because you have not
been able to control your chi enough to even attempt. A chi blast will move
faster than a gun, and is about the same as being hit with a Gauss energy
rifle charge."
Genma shot his fists toward a small tree. "Hiryuu Seikou!"
A bright blue energy blast flew from the older man's hands, and destroyed the
tree.
"Wow! Will you teach me that?" yelled the small boy happily.
"In time, my son. For now you do not have the control necessary to try. Now
practice your katas, while I fix us some dinner."
**********************
Ranma abandoned all pretense of sneaking. He pulled out a .44 Desert
Eagle Magnum, a gun that had once been his master's, and started shooting.
The first three Raiders that ran towards him all took a couple of slugs,
which punched through leather armor and flesh with ease, bursting in a shower
of blood out of exit wounds.
Another couple of Raiders jogged up, lining Ranma up in their rifle
sights. One was felled by the gun, but when Ranma trained it on the last
guard, all he heard was a *click, click*.
"Damn. Fuck it! Take this asshole! Mouko Takabisha!"
The guard flew back about 10 yards and landed on his back, a smoking hole
in the center of his chest. His sightless eyes looked towards the heavens as
a bit of blood trickled out of his mouth.
**********************
Ranma bolted awake, and realized that he was tied up.
"What the fuck? Oyaji?"
Someone smacked him across the face. Ranma mouth exploded in pain as a
spray of blood hit the ground next to him.
"Shut up kid. Yur ol' man's dead. He was too ol' for the kind a work
yur gonna be doin'. Yur a slave now, 'n yur gonna 'bey me, or I'll kill ya.
Got it?" said a dirty middle-aged guy, with a few days stubble on his face.
"What? I'm gonna kill you bastard as soon as I get these ropes off! I'm
gonna rip off your head and shit down your neck bastard!"
Another blow, this time with the butt of a rifle silenced him.
"Here we are. 'Ey you! Gimme a hand 'ere, 'n lets dump 'im 'n 'is cage!"
Another man, a bit younger, came up, and together, the slavers dumped
Ranma in a pen. They locked the door, and went into a hut nearby.
**********************
Ranma lit a fire in the middle of the tents. He looked a last time
around the meager dwellings of the Raiders, then dipped a branch into the
flames. Once the fire caught, he lifted the torch and went to every tent,
lighting them on fire. He threw down the branch and walked out of the
encampment. He stopped a few hundred yards away, and stared into the flames.
**********************
"Escape! The slaves are escaping!" screamed a guard as he ran into the
compound.
Ranma ran from cage to cage, blasting of the locks with a small
chi-blast. When the guard was a few meters away from him, he turned and shot
a full Mouko Takabisha into the guard's face. Ranma ran to the last cage as
the slavemaster and his two bodyguards ran into the slave compound. Ranma
broke the lock on the last cage and helped an elderly woman out. He turned
and shot a chi-blast at one of the bodyguards.
"Bastard! I told you I'd kill you! I will end all your kind, one by one
if I have to!"
"Ya gonna die 'ere, slave!" yelled the slavemaster.
Ranma ran toward the pair. He jumped over them and landed, exploding
into a roundhouse that smacked heavily into the bodyguard's head. The body
fell to the ground, the head bent at an unnatural angle.
"Looks like it's just you and me motherfucker" hissed Ranma.
"Looks like it, slave!"
The slavemaster aimed his .44 at Ranma's head. Ranma just stood there in
a ready stance, waiting for a signal to move.
The muscles in the slavemaster's forearm flexed and Ranchan exploded into
action. He dodged the bullet and spun a kick into the man's hand, dislodging
the gun. The slavemaster's mouth dropped open as Ranma's fist sped right
into it and out the back of the man's head.
The old woman had stayed to watch the fight. She hobbled over to the
gun. She stared it a moment, picked it up, then slowly walked over to Ranma.
"Here you go boy," she cackled. "So you do Martial Arts? I used to do
them before the War. If you are ever in the area, stop by my village of
Amazons, Arroyo."
"Thank you, old one," replied Ranma.
She winked at him. "The names Cologne, boy."
**********************
Ranma turned away from the fiery spectacle, and trudged through the
barren wasteland.
End Prologue
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