Fallout Australia/Nz FanFiction

Fallout FanFiction Part 45 Auznzd Eden Ark And the Playmakers

November 10th, 2097, 10:34 AM, on the way to Auz.

The stadium was drifting across the Tasman Sea. At first, Frodo Andrew Techmo-14, or F.A.T-14, or Mikie for short, had complete control over the ship. But the Tasman Sea was rough, with rogue waves abundant. New Zealand was already taken by the Swarm by the time the ship, or Cat-eden Ark stadium, was dipping below the sea, southwest of the South Island tip.

Joe No. 19 was standing on what could be called the bow. But the stadium was a huge chunk of steel. "How can it be buoyant?" he wondered.

Frodo Mikie was speaking through the screen on his right, next to the roof panel. It had been years since the Day of the Swarm, and most of the survivors didn't have memories of then. The only thing left of the NZ Warriors was their armor. The stories told kept them alive. But the first swarm was the worst, and most of them died defending the first season and the 34th wave of super mutant king crabs, controlled by their queen, who they could never find. The reason they survived was the Playmaker and his plan. Without that, it was chaos.

With the old Playmaker dead and nobody taking the reins, Joe was the prime candidate. But he was not going to just take power.

"Do you think the people will still want an arena game?" He was only interested in the calm and continuity of Eden Ark stadium.

Mikie, who was now next to Joe after arriving from the deck below where he was interacting with the screen, had synthetic eyes. But Joe felt like this was really the one Frodo, a crazy old man who saved so many people now looking like a small, skinny, scrawny man who looked younger than he was but acted younger than he felt, due to feeling older than he was.

"I think, Joe, that you should hold a summit to gather the elders together and make this decision together." He lifted his lip, bringing on a smile, but Joe knew he was just being nice. "Well, I guess we've got a few weeks until we make landfall?"

"Got to do something to bide time, distraction?" said Joe, who then turned back to the ocean. The water looked dead, like nothing lived in there. But when he saw the outline of glowing bioluminescent and radioactive glow of mutation, he knew that was not true.

"What if we catch some food and find a way to detox it from the radiation?"

Mikie smiled again, "That's a good idea. If we can isolate the radiation and purify the meat, it will be easy to eat."

They both sat there talking for hours, like Mikie knew things he never dreamed of. Like these creatures, the Omnimon, existed inside people's inner dimensions, places hidden. As he finished speaking, Mikie said, "Well, think about us, who we are, how old our DNA is. If you think about it in a general sense, we existed before the universe itself. What else can that mean, other than a possibility for Shemtah connection, like we all come from Shem themselves."

Cass was with her mother in the Playmaker's office, surrounded by thousands of pictures, all the Playmakers before them. "How is that possible? We have only been here for 20 years, aye?" Signed Zoura, Cass's mother nodded, then pointed to the Playmaker before this one.

"But they have honor. Why should we get rid of the arena if it means people have something to look forward to in this dark world?"

Mikie and Joe strolled into the office and saw Cass standing on the table, describing something. "Hey, we need to hold a summit to gather all the elders here and discuss what we are doing from now on."

Joe, who had the Quasarium ICCM Gem around his neck, replied, "We don't really know what that is. How can we trust what you say?" The elders were disagreeing, but they were getting somewhere 30 minutes later.

"All for Joseph Moakai to be the leader of our settlement and new Playmaker." Then, it was decided. Joseph would take the artifact, and the arenas would continue.

As the 20 leaders of the smaller families gathered outside, Joe raised his helmet to meet the crowd. "We are 25,000 strong together. Our culture and beliefs will endure. As long as we are together, our home will endure. We may have lost our true home for now, but we will return one day to wipe them from our land. These mutants won't last forever." The crowd in the stadium roared with approval, the unity of their settlement once again ensuring that Eden Stadium survived.

Three weeks later, the stadium made landfall off the Gold Coast, NSW. It took just over three weeks to get around after a slow crawl. At the final stop, the engines died, but the stadium bow parted the sand as the waves broke off the starboard bow, in the ruins of Old Gold.

And the new destination for the settlement, the year was December 27th, 2097. Mikie sent out a drone to scout the landscape. When it left under the cover of night, silent and low, it flew over the city, or what was left of Brisbane City.

After it had been over 70 years since he was in Auz, but the destruction felt by this old city still, unable to recover, filled with the walking husks known as Feral Walkers.