Victorian Commonwealth: A Raider's Journey, *Warning!* Contains Raiders doing Raider type things! Options

[TheCheshireKhajiit]

Editor's Note: This publication is copied from a journal found by a traveling merchant on the road somewhere in The Commonwealth. It details the experience of Victoria, a young Raider woman. The original writings were full of profanity and described behavior of a rather savage nature. We have cleaned up the language and left out certain unsavory details of behavior we deemed too violent, sexual, and sometimes both simultaneously. Still, if you desire to read the original text as it was written, please PM me and I will send you a copy. Despite the author's objectional morals, we found the adventure described in this journal quite riveting. We, the publishers, believe that releasing the entries in a serial format would be most desirable, therefore, we will release the first two entries and then follow up with the rest at semi regular intervals. We hope you enjoy the story. Thank you.
-The Editor




Victoria's Scout Log



October 22, 2287

Finally! After months on the move, we arrived on the outskirts of Boston. Liams Own seems like such a long time ago, and we've done a lot of messed up crap on our trip east south east, but as Trixie likes to say, "that's how you survive in The Commonwealth". It's almost funny. We ended up just like the Raiders that burnt out Liams Own. Not that there's many of us left now. Of the 16 that escaped Liams Own together, only me, Trixie, Orson, Bagger, Trash, and Orson's dog, Jo, made it to the outskirts of Boston.

We arrived at an old power line tower on a hill northwest of the city just before full dark. Trash wants to celebrate and is already passing around something foul in an inhaler. Tomorrow Trixie wants me to go on a scouting mission to see if there are any easy targets to raid or structures to make a base of operations it of nearby. Maybe I'll even find some more blue paint for my face! My supply is running low. Man, sometimes I wish I had never seen that blue painted warrior woman in that Grognak comic. I love the look, but finding the paint is hard! Anyway, time to go party! Victoria out.

October 23, 2287

Woke up this morning after our little "celebration" last night and holy crap! I had myself one really weird dream! In it a man was looking into a mirror, his wife standing over his shoulder, and they were having a conversation. Something about a veteran's hall, whatever that is. Everything was really friggin' clean, and the couple looked like they were from the old days, you know, before the bombs fell. I can still see their faces so clearly! Then suddenly the woman walks in front of the mirror and her face transformed into mine! What the hell?! First and last time I do whatever that was in Trash's inhaler! Crap gives you weird dreams! Sometimes I wonder how she functions, being high on that crap all the time like she is.
After shooting the breeze with the crew, I made my way down the hill and crossed the little stream at its base. Found several cool things:
- Big structure built up on a power line tower surrounded by farmland to the southeast of our hill top camp. Maybe a good place for the crew to "check out" later, but I was looking for a place we wouldn't have to fight for while we gather our strength. Kept my distance for now.

- Slightly north of that, a water tower, and oddly enough, it had 4 canisters of purified water and an aid kit at its base and a half buried trunk nearby full of goodies!

- Old Red Rocket building just north of the water tower. Had a friendly dog there that helped me kill some molerats that ambushed us. He's my dog now, I guess. Gave him some roasted molerat for a job well done.

The building itself has a workshop, weapon and armor bench, barbecue spit, and a Chem production station (boy, Trash is gonna love that!). Threw my sleeping bag down in what was the office, rearranged the storage furniture, and I'm calling it home for now. Hell, it has everything we need!

- Pre War settlement on a lake called "Sanctuary Hills" to the northeast of the Red Rocket building. Didn't explore fully because of a robot hanging around the north side of the area. May come back with the crew later as it has potential to be an excellent base.

- Small encampment of 3 Raiders and a dog northeast of Red Rocket. They were all asleep so I tossed a molotov from a rock formation on the south side of the camp that took out two of them. Then I relocated to another rock formation on the north side of the camp and killed the last jerk and his dog with my bolt action rifle. Looted the corpses and returned to Red Rocket.

Well, when I returned to Red Rocket it was dark so I'm hitting the hay now. This PipBoy Trixie took off that Vault dweller we wasted on the road is really helping me with my scouting missions! Very pleased with its performance! This dog is also very smart! In addition to mauling people on command, he can find and pick stuff up! Very useful mutt! Tomorrow I'll head back to our camp under the power line tower and report my findings to Trixie. Hopefully they don't all get wasted tonight. This area seems peaceful, but trouble could pop up at any moment. Victoria out.

[TheCheshireKhajiit]

October 24, 2287

What a friggin' terrible day.

It started like so many others before it. I woke up this morning and after a snack I decided to go on one more scouting mission before returning to the others at the power line camp. I found a shallow area I could cross in the stream that runs on the southeast corner of Sanctuary Hills and followed the opposite bank north, keeping my distance from the old pre war houses. On the northwest corner of the island I came to a steep drop off with another shallow stream to cross. This one was guarded by a trio of bloatflies. Mmm... tomorrow's lunch.

To the northwest of that is a makeshift shelter that at first appeared to be home to a Raider and her dog. I circled around and climbed a hill that stood over the structure. From the high ground I easily took out the woman, and her little dog too. When I went into the shelter there was another woman dead on a mattress with an injector of psycho beside her. Really strange. Didn't look like a junkie but the lack of other wounds indicated she OD'd. Took all their things and scouted the area east of there. Killed 3 feral dogs and some scaver who was taking target practice on some bottles set up on posts.

From there I back tracked past the makeshift shelter with the dead people in it and followed the stream around to the southwest. Then the path along the stream branched. I could go left over a little wooden bridge and head back to Sanctuary Hills or right up a hill to a billboard with that Vault stuff all over it near a chainlink fence and gate and a bunch of skeletons. I decided to go right.
Further up the track I discovered a Vault door. Guess those skeletons were the unlucky ones that didn't get into the vault. Just by the door there is a small structure with a button to open the Vault door. Will go back later after I get my head right and see if I can get into it. Might be some supplies or gear down there.

At the Vault site I found a road that leads back south. When I looked at the PipBoy map, I realized this route would bring me back to the vicinity of the power line camp! I took the road and it wasn't long until, sure enough, the power line tower was in sight through the trees. I killed some molerats on the way but as I neared the camp, the area seemed oddly quiet. No Orson laughing hard at a joke Bagger made, no conversation, nothing. When I finally reached the clearing beside the camp, I understood why. They were all dead.

Wiped out. All of them. Orson, Trixie, Bagger, and Jo were laying under the tower around the campfire, and I found Trash down the hill by the stream. Who or whatever attacked the camp had friggin' cut her head off! In a daze, I arranged the bodies on top of the hill in a row, dragged Trash's body up the hill, put it in line with the others, and then went and retrieved her head. With all their bodies together (I put Trash's head near her neck. Seemed like the right thing to do), I dropped to one knee, said a tearful farewell, and then left them where they lay. It strikes me now, looking back on it, as odd that their gear wasn't looted. In any case, I am now the only living survivor of Liams Own.

I spent the rest of the day alternately moping around, working on some improvements to the structure (like a scaffold that allows me to reach the roof top), and just thinking about what I should do next. Was thinking if I find some nice clothes, I'll go to the farm to the southwest and see what kind of folks are there. Or maybe I should go to that Vault I found earlier and see what's down there. I dunno. Now it's time to sleep. I'll decide in the morning what to do. Victoria out.