Chapter One: Miss Vicious Delicious
Date: August 19, 2277, 11:06 AM
Location: VAPL-66 Power Station They called them raiders, Takana and Neeptu. Social and demographic miscreants who nobody would touch. Nobody would accept. Not the Enclave. Not even Talon Company. Collectively, they were groups of young adults who lived each day as though it'd be their very last. Because often it
was their very last.
As the Psycho they'd squeezed into their arms took brilliant effect, both of them were sizzling.
The common misfit known as Neeptu Daalu steadied himself, and squinted his eyes. "See? See her now?" he asked his partner. "Told ya there's a wastelander out there! The little b----. Look how she's dressed. In a freeking Parkstroller! Prob'ly good for a few caps." He was speaking loudly, his booming voice being echoed by a nearby overpass.
"Haah? I don't see a thing," said Takana Topov, Neeptu's partner. Takana had done well as a dancer, far away at Dukov's place. But she'd done even better as a thief.
Together, Takana and Neeptu had plotted to steal hundreds of caps from her former employer. And they had been successful at this. In fact, the job had been easy. Neeptu pretended to be a john while Takana depleted some of Dukov's stash of cash. It was over in less than a minute, their getaway boat floating just meters away. Then the good life had begun. They'd finally been able to afford Psycho, Jet, and all sorts of other goodies, which had been clouding their judgment for days.
"Ya need some glasses!" Neeptu announced. "C'mon, just follow me!"
The pair scrambled off. They readied their pieces: Takana's pistol went
*clink!*, and Neeptu's went
*shink!* ... but neither of them could possibly know their prey was not some gentle lamb who'd cry and run.
"Oh hell no!" The lady in the Parkstroller brandished her only weapon, a rusted old iron tool.
She went to work. Jumping, hopping, and skipping around the raiders and their clumsy efforts at gun play. ...
Bam! ... Crash!... At close quarters, their Chinese pistols were next to useless. The lady in the Parkstroller might never be as good with a hand weapon as the cannibalistic fiend known as Rattler, but as a member of the 'raider' demographic herself, neither was she somebody to try messing with.
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Takana TopovNeeptu Daalu takes a beating"Oh hell no!"Unexpected helpGoo' boy!!!Miss Vicious Delicious throws away her Parkstroller for something newThis post has been edited by Renee: Jan 21 2022, 03:09 PM