Miss Vicious , Her saga and story... Options

[Renee]

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 Topov

Neeptu Daalu takes a beating

"Oh hell no!"

Unexpected help

Goo' boy!!!

Miss Vicious Delicious throws away her Parkstroller for something new

This post has been edited by Renee: Jan 21 2022, 03:09 PM

[Renee]

Chapter 18 -- The Road Trip, Part 1

Thursday, August 30, 2277

Minimum Temperature: 68.0
Maximum Temperature: 91.9




"Oh I'm just gonna tear you up..."

"Get 'im!"

Bratty, Vicious, and the man who was traveling along with Bratty and Vicous readied their current weapons. - Bratty took aim and fired into the grass with her assault rifle. - Vicious lunged forward and ran with her shot gun - and the man who refused to tell them his name strutted forth with a crappy little combat knife.

"Special delivery!" shouted Bratty, Vicious's new friend from Jersey. "It's go time!" Her cheap machine gun sounded like pieces of plywood caught in a hurricane.

... Bratty was screaming.

"No, I got this one." Miss Vicious had a calm smile in her voice as she spoke. "Y'all watch this, and learn." Not getting too excited like the others. Eventually, a molerat came crashing out of the brush. All this fuss and muss over a large, mutated, simple-minded nuisance creature. Relatively harmless, especially amongst all the firepower it faced.

*Bkksh!* Vicious blew its head off with her shotgun, with just one shot. "That's gettin' it done!" she said.

"Hell yeah!" Bratty exclaimed, skipping in her boots. "That's what we do 'round here! Take care of business! Springvale School raiders rock!"

The man with no name? He stayed silent as the two gals gloated.

"Yes, we do uh... rock, don't we?" Miss Vicious reloaded the gun Rick had given her with a new shell. "I think we'll be seein' more of this here Blamhammer, quite a lot more."

"That's a nice piece you got," admitted Bratty, her face going from ecstatic to serious, almost in reverence. Like she really meant what she was saying. "You know, like I got the range, I got the hail of rounds, but you got the power, for close-up actions, right? Together we make a great team."

"Well I prefer shotguns, stated Vicious seriously. "That was one of the weapons we had when I was growin' up. In our temple. A shotgun. I used to sit guard sometimes since I was eight years old."

The three began walking again, headed north, when Vicious abruptly turned to the man. "Is that all you got for a weapon?" her voice exasperated. "Just that lousy knife?"

The man shrugged. Said nothing.

"We'll find you something better," Vicious promised. "Got to. And soon. 'specially out here."

"Say, you ain't that guy they call Rattler, are ya?" the girl from Jersey teased their male companion. "Rattler? He goes around killin' with just a knife, they say. And so does you. You know. I bet even if you ain't that Rattler guy, you sure is creepy as hell."

"Shut the *firk* up, *birch*, okay?" He sheathed his knife, after wiping it on some grass.

"Oh now you speak," she pouted mockingly. "Quiet riot stays on his diet, until the Missus from Jersey comes along. Oh booo hoo. I wike to wuse my wittle knife to fight with! Who fights a molerat with a knife, anyway?" Hands on hips. "You know, maybe you is that Rattler guy! Maybe you is, right? Sure would make a lot of sense. Like, why youse all gettin' up close and personal with your wittle wife, eh? Come on, speak up, dumpster cup."

"That's why they call you Bratty?" he returned. "Because you won't shut up, and sure are one hell of a brat."

"Will you guys?" Vicious glared. "We can't be having none of that if we're going to survive out here, okay?" She lit a cigarette, subconsciously rewarding herself just then. "This is the Capitol Wasteland. If we is to make like we'll surivive, we's gonna have to cooperate. Like we's a part of Talon Company or the Enclave. Y'all got it?"

The three began walking again, in silence at first. Vicious passed her cigarette to Bratty, who noted silently she was smoking more than a mere cigarette. She puffed, held the smoke in a few seconds, and exhaled. Bratty did not pass their special cigarette to the man.

"Who is this guy you call Rattler, anyway?" asked Vicious.

"Oh, you ain't heard yet? He's some sort of maniac. A carnival! He like... eats people and stuff!"

"You mean cannibal..."

"Huh?"

"You said carnival," Vicious corrected. "Not cannibal. A cannibal is someone who eats people."

"Whatever! My point is this guy Rattler, like there's all these rumors about him. Like, he murdered, then ate some *birch* over at Dukov's place! He's got a lair full of dead bodies! He even tried to kill Three Dog!"

"Oh my guhd, how terrible. What kind of maniac...."

By now it was getting into early afternoon, and they were approaching the north end of the irradiated Potomac. Vicious took a Rad-X (protecting her from the rivers's extreme radiation) before wading into the water. "That feels good." After hours of oven-like heat, she did not care if she took on a few extra rads. After a moment, Bratty joined her.

"There's also this guy called .. um.... Card Killer!" Bratty continued. They began to walk again, dripping yellowish water from their skin. "And he's like, this guy who goes around killing women only." Her voice became sad now. "Only females. And wherever he kills, he leaves a special card behind. Like, a card from a playing card deck. Dude's been linked to a bunch of murders by now."

"What the hell's the world coming to?" Vicious asked, as if the wasteland was a happier place a week ago.

Miss Vicious Delicious carefully avoided getting anywhere near Big Town, as the posse of three approached from the south. Pretty soon they found an outdoor campsite, where others of their kind had already been living for awhile. Safety in numbers, at least for some hours. Here they stayed, partied, and slept for the night.


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Vicious 'n' Bratty

Ragdoll'd Wastelander*

Blam! goes the Blamhammer

One less Molerat

Summer night campfire


* This is what I was talking about. Wastelanders keep showing up as random NPCs in her game, and always near raider hangouts! Maybe some dev at Bethesda was playing around with being a raider before the game was released, and put these Wastelanders into the game specifically for those who play as raiders.

This post has been edited by Renee: May 15 2021, 07:38 PM