Before Another Fallout Tale

Sharing the Adventures

Vahl took another swig from her alcohol filled glass. She giggled. Copper, Quasar, Vahl, Brian, Sarah, and I were gathered around the new dining room I set up in the TARDIS. Venturian ended his series ten minutes prior and said his goodbyes before disappearing. Everyone but Vahl was drinking Nuka-Cola.

"Then I said to him, 'Fus Roh Dah!!!'" We all laughed. Vahl's adventures were funny to listen to and brightened the mood. "He went flying!"

My Pipboy blipped, catching everyone's attention. I opened the data menu to find a new radio signal.

"Las Vegas Broadcasting," I read aloud.

I clicked it on. Everyone fell dead silent.

"...is under assault," a static voice cried over the radio as gunfire sounded in the background. "To everyone in the American Wasteland, I repeat! Don't trust the-"

A very loud gunshot interrupted the female voice. I held my breath. Footsteps. Then a slurred voice came on, a man, obviously drunk.

"We own Vegas now," he said. "The Vegas Wasteland is ours!"

The radio signal died. We stared at my Pipboy, horror on everyone's face. I stood up and walked into the console room, closing the door behind me. I leaned against the console and opened the map. It only covered all of Washington D.C. I slammed my fist on the screen. How am I going to save the survivors of that raid? They're going to be slaves.

The door opened and Vahl walked in. "I know it troubles you to hear people in distress die for the entertainment of others but there isn't anything we can do about it."

I kept my eyes on the map. "This TARDIS cant travel outside of Washington D.C. for some reason. I think I'll have to reprogram it to fly farther."

Vahl placed a hand on me. "You fought hard enough, don't you think."

"Says the dark elf that fought dragons and toppled kingdoms with a bow and some allies."

She went silent. I did the same.