Fallout

Please don't do what you're about to do.

You know, they're just... They're just kids.

They're not kids.

They're abominations.

And so are you.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- - No!

Hey, man.

I think I just started a war.

The water chip is destroyed.

The Vault only has enough water to keep our population alive for two months.

This community has always done what it takes to survive.

Maybe you should start a club or something.

There would need to be a snack budget, of course.

This is Bud's final test.

If I can lead you all to finding our way out of here,

we'll have proven ourselves worthy to carry on

Vault-Tec's corporate strategy.

While you were away at war,

I stayed home.

You designed the T-45 Power Armor?

The first of its kind.

I wore the T-45 when we almost lost the great state of Alaska to the Reds.

Those design flaws of yours cost a lot of good men and women their lives.

CATF, this is Raider 3.

Reds advancing on all fronts. We are overrun!

- I repeat, we're ov... -

This fuckin' thing.

Chuck! You with me?

Yeah, yeah.

- - My...

My left arm is locked up.

CATF, CATF, this is Whitehorse 2-1.

We're experiencing equipment malfunction.

No sign of Raider 3.

I'm thinkin' they had similar problems and turned back.

Requesting permission to do the same. Over.

Denied. Keep searching for Raider 3.

- Goddammit. - What'd they say?

- -

They... they said you should turn back.

- - You're no good out here with that Armor.

What about you?

I'll be right behind you.

- - Go.

That's an order.

You better be right behind me.

Barb'll kill me if I let your ass freeze.

- -

- -

No! No! No!

No! No! You fat fucking piece of shit!

Stop shooting!

Stop shooting!

- Come on. -

Come on, you fuckin'

Wow, buddy.

What did they put you in?

The future is here.

I'm serious.

The generals will be making us wear these too, before long.

Rock to spear and so on.

And when our commanding officers tell us to put these on,

we'll say the exact same thing this poor guy did.

Okey-dokey.

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Whitehorse 2-1, this is CATF.

It appears the Reds are in retreat.

The island is secure.

Congratulations, soldiers, you did it.

We didn't.

It wasn... It wasn't us.

It was something else.

Well, I guess we should get back to work.

- -

They tracked me.

Okay, yeah.

Great seeing you, but, uh, you know, you should probably go.

I think you should get out of here.

Just gotta... you gotta... Go, go, go!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you have to come with me.

Uh, n-no, I don't.

He was an emissary from the Commonwealth. If they find out he's dead

Yeah, h-he's dead, so...

What?

- Oh, come on! - You wear the Armor.

Your name's Xander. You're from the Commonwealth.

Max, look at me, okay?

The Brotherhood has a policy about people with wrinkly skin.

Look, if they come in here, they're gonna tear this place up,

kill half these kids, and enlist the rest.

Yeah, y-you're not wrong.

But hear me out, okay, I'm great at running away.

I'm... I'm great. I love it.

I like it. Start fresh, no big deal.

Sometimes running away is the best thing you can do.

Sometimes it's not.

Sucks, though.

Yeah. Sucks.

The Elder Cleric's pissed

you guys took off like that.

You're in deep shit, golden boy.

- Our Vertibird broke down. - Whatever.

Where is Xander Harkness?

- - Ow!

What the hell?

- - Oh! What... okay.

- -

Ow!

One leg at a time.

You got this, good. Alright, here we go. Okay.

One leg, two leg, one leg. At ease, everyone.

What's up, big boy? Alright, let's get out of this shit hole.

Dust 'em up, spit 'em down. Whoo!

Lock and load, bitches!

We gave you some meds, so you should be feeling a lot better

than when your friend brought you in.

Though I'm not sure a friend is the right word.

Thank you.

Sorry, who are you?

We're the New California Republic.

And is this all that's left of you?

No, there's tons of us. We're just not here right now.

Uh...

You've been to Shady Sands? That's where we come from.

Sorry.

Some asshole saw the first sign of civilization

taking shape on the Wasteland in over 100 years,

chose to burn it all down.

Well, the past is the past.

Ain't that right?

Well, we should, uh, probably be going.

Thank you again, truly.

We've met our fair share of people on the road from Los Angeles,

and, truth be told, most of them are fudging awful.

So, meeting you guys has been a welcome change of pace.

Thanks.

Well, if you ever want to trade up the company you keep

the NCR always welcomes new recruits.

I would, but, uh, I'm looking for someone.

Common story around here.

Someone you care about or someone you hate?

Ooh, what a great question.

What say you, Miss MacLean?

Someone who hurt a lot of people.

What do you plan to do to him when you find him?

I'm gonna bring him to justice.

Well, that's what the New California Republic was meant to be about.

Bringing justice to the Wasteland.

- We almost did. -

I don't doubt it.

Look, we're not gonna be able to bring everything

with us when we leave, so...

Stock up if you like.

They seemed nice.

You think they'd be nice to you if they find out what your daddy did?

I wasn't gonna stay, if that's what you're worried about.

All I saw in there was more matching jackets.

If I had to guess, I would say

maybe my uncle and my aunt were related.