A Loss and Hopeful GainMature

100
years prior

 

A small group of NYC Special Forces, called Valkyrie
guards, ran through the streets of uptown Manhattan
towards the only active subway station that could quickly take them to Times Square, the location that held special radiation
proof stasis chambers. The bomb sirens had started to go off; signaling that
the war with Communist China had turned into a nuclear fight and New York was one of the first cities to be targeted by China. The
Valkyrie Guards were not the only people making a mad dash to one of the
shelters; behind them was a large mass of people rushing to their predetermined
Vault-Tec bunkers.

They were almost there. Everyone in this city was
considered important enough to save in a vault of some kind. The Valkyrie
Guards’ own vault had also been their base of operations for the past year,
when the war had reached its climax. The vault, Vault 162, was unlike any
other. Whereas most vaults were made like underground residential areas, 162
was different. It was built for something more militarily oriented; the rooms
directly off of the main hall were armories, armor storage rooms, and advanced
medical facilities. In place of beds, they had stasis chambers designed to
revive the Special Forces members once the vault’s radiation filters had
cleared out any of the residual radiation that the shielding had failed to
block out.

They were so close to their vault. The mob that
followed them started to close the gap between them and the guardsmen. The
slower guards that could not keep up were quickly swallowed up by the mass of
people, likely trampled to death. The only two left, Jamie and his commanding
officer, Stockholm
put on an extra burst of speed as they entered the tunnel to their vault. As
they got into the vault, Stockholm
hit the switch to close the door. The two continued to run until a sickening
*creak* was heard. It only meant one thing: the radiation-proof door was
jammed! Jamie stopped running and looked back. The door was still open but not
enough for a person to get in.

“C’mon, Jamie!” Stockholm
cried. “We need to get to the stasis tubes!” He ran back and grabbed his
underling, trying to get him to snap out of it. “Jamie!” Jamie immediately
returned to his senses and allowed his commanding officer to move him.

Ten feet to go and they could hear the missiles and
bombs on their way. At the door, Jamie was shoved through the door and the door
sealed shut. Stockholm
stayed on the other side.

“Sir, what are you doing!? Get in here!” Jamie cried.

“No, you get in the stasis tube, I’ll go and try to
close the vault door completely. Oh, here.” Stockholm opened up the door again and handed
him a piece of paper. “When you wake up, put this into your Pip-Boy” He then
closed the door again and that was the last time Jamie saw his CO.

He entered the nearest stasis chamber. And hit the
button on the inside of the door. The pod closed and Jamie saw a bright flash
of light followed by a spike on the radiation detector on the pod. He had no
need to worry though. The pod was completely radiation proof. But exhaustion
was catching up to him and he lost consciousness…

Personnel: Jamie Matson, PFC, Valkyrie Guard Special
Forces

Time Stamp: 100 years later, AKA present time.

Location: Vault 162, Times Square,New York City,New York.

Condition: Healthy and operational

 

Jamie woke up to an alarm blaring in his ear. He
opened his eyes and looked at the status panel of the stasis tube:

Main power depleted

Slight radiation detected

Radiation filters at 50% efficiency

 

As soon as he read that the pod opened and he fell
onto the floor of the Vault. The geiger counter in his Pip-Boy TSi3000A began
to click very slowly. Soon, his training set in and he instantly went over the
medical kit on the wall. He looked inside and grabbed a bottle of 30 Rad-X
pills. He unscrewed the cap and took two pills to keep him from getting
radiation sickness. He then remembered what Stockholm had told him and he looked at the
piece of paper. It was the access code to the advanced equipment rooms which
held upgraded and prototype equipment. He scanned it into his Pip-Boy and
noticed the time stamp: June 15, 2111. He groaned and opened up the door. He
scanned the area and saw light coming from the vault door that had jammed. But
something human in shape blocked the light. Jamie activated his real-time VATS
that ran into a cybernetic implant in his eyes. The identification set to work
immediately. The read came back with a name, Stockholm. That in and of itself
was surprising; however, when the vital reading came up, it was not what he
expected:

Stockholm

Pulse: None

Breathing: N/A

Cell activity: Extremely high

Caution: Highly irradiated

Jamie was curious and did one of the dumbest things
one could do with the creature he was looking at. He yelled to it. “Stockholm?”

The thing looked in his direction and Jamie then
noticed something horribly wrong. The limbs were severely atrophied and the
skull seemed to be just a skull with just the barest required muscle around the
jaw. It looked almost like a zombie. Furthermore, it was glowing! The glowing
zombie thing took a few steps toward him and let loose a strange gurgling
hiss-like noise before running in a full on sprint towards him. It was upon
Jamie within seconds and tackled him the hard metal floor. Jamie’s Geiger counter
went haywire and his head hit the floor, giving him a dull, throb of a
headache.

The zombie tried to bite Jamie in the face but he hit
him in the mandible, which seemed to stun his attacker. Jamie utilized the
little extra time to get his foot between him and his assailant before giving a
good, hard shove. The zombie flew back a few feet and landed on its back. Jamie
got to his feet and looked for anything that could be used as a weapon. His
eyes caught the sight of a wrench. He took it in hand and waited for the monstrosity
to right itself, which it did seconds later. Only this time, Jamie was ready
for it. As soon as it got within range, Jamie swung the wrench. There was a
terrible crunching noise as the zombie’s skull caved in. it ceased moving
immediately. Shaken, Jamie ran the other way towards the stasis room. There, he
reopened the medical box and took out the bag of Radaway. He quickly inserted
the needle into the crease of his elbow and squeezed the bag, flooding his
system with the contents to get rid of the zombie’s radiation before any damage
could be done. He then made his way to the advanced equipment rooms.

The first one he opened was the advanced and prototype
armor room. Inside were many different suits of power armor. But one in
particular caught his eye. The plaque at the bottom read “TMH85-C” and there
was also a matching helmet. Jamie quickly opened the clear container and put on
the armor. As soon as he put his head into the helmet, there was a hissing
sound as the helmet and armor sealed shut and pressurized. Immediately, the
helmet came to life. Readings of the armor’s status and condition were in one
corner, accompanied by a slowly filling meter that said “ENR SHIELD” next to
it. The armor was reinforced and made it feel much lighter than it was. In
another corner on the helmet’s apparent HUD was Jamie’s health status, from
radiation level to his mood. Then the armor spoke in a computer imitation of a
female voice:

“HELLO, PRIVATE MATSON. PIP-BOY CLEARENCE GRANTED.
READINGS INDICATE THAT THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME USING THE TMH85-C CLASSED POWED
ARMOR VARIANT. WOULD YOU LIKE A TUTORIAL?”

“No thank you.” Jamie said. “I’d Like to learn most of
it on the go right now. Is there an audio overview that I can listen to while I
work?”

The Armor was silent for a second. “COMMAND ACCEPTED.
THE TMH85-C CLASSED POWERED ARMOR IS A UNIQUE, STATE OF THE ART SUIT OF POWERED
ARMOR GIVEN TO THE VAKYRIE GUARD OF NEW YORK CITY AMONGST OTHER SPECAIL ARMORS
BOTH POWERED AND NONPOWERED. THE TMH85-C’S ONBOARD ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IS
ON PAR WITH THE AVERAGE HUMAN’S REASONING ABILITY WHILE STILL STAYING LOYAL TO
THE WEARER OF THE ARMOR. THE AI, HOWEVER, MAY GROW ACCUSTOMED TO A SPECIFFIC
WEARER SHOULD THERE BE NO OTHER OCCUPANTS. SHOULD A NONFAMILIAR INDIVIDUAL TRY
TO ACCESS THE ARMOR, A SHORT SELF DESTRUCT PROCESS WILL BE ACTIVATED, DESTROYING
THE ARMOR AND THE INDIVIDUAL.”

As the onboard computer kept talking, Jamie made his
way towards the advanced weaponry room. There he grabbed a gauss rifle that had
an interesting looking scope on it along with an Anti-material rifle that had a
definite night vision scope mounted to it. Both of these Jamie attached to the
magnetic weapon plate on the back of his armor. For the gauss rifle, he grabbed
20 max charge microfusion cells and stored them in his armor’s ammo receptacle.
For the Anti-material rifle he grabbed two eight round magazines of high-velocity
armor piercing rounds and four magazines of hollow point rounds. After getting
the ammo for these two highly destructive weapons, Jamie sought out an old
friend in the “normal” weapons room. There, in its own gun locker was Jamie’s
own, personalized 30-06 M1 Garand. The weapon was modified beyond belief with
top of the line materials, from a stainless steel barrel, to a magnetic plate
for powered armor use. Also with the gun were 32 eight round chargers loaded
with nothing but JSB hand loaded ammunition. He stuck the rifle on his back and
the ammo in its respective receptacle on his armor. On his way out, he grabbed
a standard .45 caliber ACP pistol. An M1911 to be exact.

He made his way to the jammed vault door. After looking
at it for quite some time, Jamie looked around for an arc-welder. Not finding
one, he stepped back and drew the gauss rifle. He loaded a cell into it and his
armor instantly interfaced with the weapon, its condition, available ammo
supply, and other info. Once, he was far enough away from the door, he pulled
the trigger.

BOOM!!!

The door flew apart in tiny pieces of metal shrapnel.
Sunlight streamed in and Jamie made his way out into the world for the first
time in 100 years…

 

Personnel: Jamie Matson, PFC, Valkyrie Guard Special
Forces

Time Stamp: 1 Hour later

Location: Top of Brooklyn Bridge looking to Brooklyn.

Condition: Healthy and operational

 

From his vantage point atop the Brooklyn Bridge, Jamie
watched a group of people violently murder dwellers from a nearby vault. In the
30 minutes he was watching, Jamie had trained the gauss rifle’s scope on the
Pip-Boy of one of the powered armored soldiers. It had relayed all the needed
information from name to telling him that he was part of a group called the
Enclave.

One of the vault dwellers didn’t think that being
killed was a good idea and fought back. He was hit in the back of the head by a
plasma round, but still, he fought on. Upon killing the last Enclave soldier, a
strange-looking helicopter swooped in and deposited reinforcements. Jamie could
take it no more and drew his anti-material rifle. He loaded in the
armor-piercing rounds and trained the scope’s crosshairs on the head of one of
the soldiers. With a gentle pull of the trigger, the .50 caliber round sailed
and hit its target in the temple, making the head explode into chunks of skull
and brain bits. Five seconds later, and the area was clear again. Jamie
replaced his long ranged tool of death and stood up; wanting to make sure the
person he had rescued had seen him before he made his way to him…

The End

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