FALLOUT ½: Post Nuclear Mayhem
By Creepy D
And so it continues…
"I'm too depressed to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
When I can't wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I've survived"
--"Adam's Song"
Blink 182
Chapter 1
Part 1
Ranma stared at his surroundings. The simple village had a few huts, but
was dominated by tents and lean-to's. Elder Cologne, a woman he had met at a
slave camp, had brought him to her village, Arroyo.
"Old one, I must take my revenge upon all slavers. I will not allow what
happened to us to happen to any other person."
"In time, my son. Do you not wish to hone your skills and be able to take on
all manner of vermin in this land and win? My people will help you to do
this. We are all Martial Artists."
"Hmm…I suppose I could learn some more advanced tech's. Ah, one more
question Elder-- Why did the slaver's take you, when they killed my father
for being to old?"
"I believe they wanted to lure the young ones from my village, and
ensnare them, child. Hush now, while I introduce you to your new master. Lo
Shan is a martial artist, and, I believe, a bit better than you. You will
learn much under her eye."
Cologne pointed towards a middle-aged woman, with bright green hair. The
woman was about Ranma's height, a sharp contrast to the shriveled old woman
by his side.
"Didn't you say you used to practice Martial Arts, Elder?" asked the boy.
"I did, my son, but that was well over a hundred years ago. My old bones
just can't keep up anymore, though I dare say I could have wiped the floor
with you. I will coach, but on the finer parts of the Art. Meditation, chi
blasts, shiatsu, that sort of thing, Ranma."
The Lo Shan walked over to the pair, and stared Ranma straight in the
eyes.
"Kid, when I get through with you, every Raider in the land will fear
you. Then you will be able to get your revenge."
Ranma cracked a small smile. "Let's get to it, then."
*******************
One year later:
"Elder, I believe that it is time for me to seek my revenge."
Ranma knelt down next to Cologne, in her hut. She looked in his eyes,
and realized he was right. The boy, no, Man, was now able to consistently
beat every Martial Artist in the village. They had nothing left to teach him.
"Child, child, child…Do not rush things. The slavers will still be there
tomorrow. You still must learn patience and tactics. But these are best
learned on the battlefield, and will be known better. But, I am rambling.
Forgive me. Ranma, our village is located in the very north of the land. I
would suggest you leave for the Den, a city to the southeast. Here, take
this device, it will aid you in your travels."
Cologne handed Ranma a PIPboy. He took it from her and placed it about
his wrist. He looked down at her, instinctively knowing she had more to say.
"Also, take these. The pistol is a .44 Magnum Desert Eagle. It was our
slavemaster's. The very one you kicked out of his hand. I have some armor
for you too, a Combat Leather Jacket. It was my husband's, and I believe it
is fitting for you to now wear it."
Ranma reverently put on the jacket, and tucked the pistol into the waste
band of his army fatigues. He turned to look at a small mirror the old
Amazon had, and smiled.
"Yes, that looks good. Elder, thank you for these gifts. I know how
important and valuable they must be to you. I will wear the jacket with
pride, knowing your husband wore it. The pistol will be an excellent
reminder of what I am fighting against."
Cologne smiled, and said, "They do look good on you, my son. Wear them
with pride. Please, Ranma, I want you to promise me that you will return to
us when you have found your home and completed your vendetta." She coughed
heavily for a minute, then continued, "I would like nothing more than for you
to bring your fellow Vault-dwellers here. This will be a perfect place for
them. I want you to come back and start a family. I want some grandbabies
to play with before I die."
Ranma chuckled, and said, "Cologne, I believe you will outlive those
Grandbabies. I promise, on my honor as a Martial Artist, to return to
Arroyo, and start a family." He grinned. "Will that do?"
She poked him with her staff and replied, "Get out of here, and end all
that slavery. But hurry up. I'm serious about those kids."
Ranma bowed and left the tent.
*******************
Part 2 coming soon.
What? No Mousse or Shampoo in the Amazon village? Any of you who are
fans of Fallout 2 can probably guess where they are. Kasumi will be making
an appearance in the next chapter, along with Ucchan. Even Ryouga may make
an entrance. Akane should be along in Ch. 2 Part 1. And, though this will
piss off one person who has hoped against it, this will be a Ranma and Akane
'fic, but with a lot less friction between the two. This is due to Ranma
having no curse (at least not yet, I haven't decided if I'll curse him) and
the circumstances in which Ranma and Akane meet.
Ja ne!
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