Fallout

[Fredi]

“Huh? What the hell?”- Hernandez said

“You where using the bathroom, felled and heated you’re head with the toilet, you went unconscious.”- The Doctor informed

“Ohhhh, Well I must leave Doc”- Hernandez said to the Doctor

[Corinthian]

The doctor followed Hernandez out. "Unfortunately, I can't let you leave with the expedition. You'll need to remain overnight for observation, you took a pretty nasty hit there, you've got a concussion. Plus there are a few problems I've noticed. You've got abnormally high blood pressure and heart rate. I can't in good conscience let you go, much less leave the Vault. Plus there was some weird twitching while you were out, I'm very concerned about this, Mr. Hernandez."

 

While he was saying this, he lifted a phone off the wall.

 

"Overseer. We've got a Code 115. Jose Hernandez. He's not going to be able to leave the Vault, I'm going to recommend isolation with a twenty-four hour watch."

[Fredi]

“What?!?!...... Damn, Doctor the must be a mistake c’mon, I am fine plus, you let me go and I can give you money what do you say doc? , C’mon you can’t say No…”- Hernandez tried to persuade the doctor. “What do you say?”- Hernandez asked.

[Corinthian]

The Doctor glanced at Hernandez. "No. At best, you passed out and hit your head in the bathroom, indication of probable epilepsy. You're a risk to the expedition, and yourself. I can't let you leave. And I'll pretend you didn't attempt to bribe me."

[Quist]

Roll had been halfway to her room when her EMT beeper went off. Unclipping it from her belt, she held it closer to her head as she slowed her pace. "All responders, advise of a C-56 in the men's lavatory on level 10." She shook her head as she heard no less than three male EMTs respond on the same channel, so she reclipped the beeper back to her belt. The male EMTs were more than qualified to deal with whatever had happened.

 

Sliding into a narrow corridor, she approached the door of her apartment. Keying the sequence into the pad at the side, she heard the familiar thrum as the door unlatched itself to admit her entrance. She stepped through and shut it behind her, pressing her back against the door and leaning there for a few, long moments.

[Reclaimer]

Rev was walking back to the common area, when he then saw three medic's run off towards the restrooms.

 

"What is going on...?"

 

Another medic ran by, and Rev stopped him.

 

"What's going on medic?" asked Rev.

 

"Some kid OD'ed. Didn't want to go on the mission or something." replied the medic.

 

"I see, thanks."

 

The medic hurried off to the restroom, and Rev shook his head. Shame the kid couldn't hold his own. Rev pulled out a ciggerette, lit it, and walked on.

[Corinthian]

"Well, it was Hernandez. No big loss, really. It's likely he'd have insulted somebody or tripped a mine and gotten us all blown to Hell. This is really for the best."

 

He swung his feet up onto the table and leaned back. "I hope we get going soon. Where'd Summerfield go, anyway?"

[starmark2k]

"Honestly, Jase, what have you been using this thing for?" she demanded. "No, never mind that... where'd you get it? Cus I can tell you for sure it didn't come through me..."

 

Jason smiled at the now at ease hacker, all it took for her to become calm was familiarity and something to keep her occupied.

 

“The issued one was criminally inefficient so I built that one and used the programme from the old one.” Jason let out a small laugh “I think it way have become corrupted when I did it, should’ve went to you first.”

 

"That'd be easy... have him hold a wire... oops, not that one... zap, dead." She grinned sheepishly at her tablet and muttered, "Sorry... not funny..." and returned to her work.

 

“Got a bit of a sadistic side to ya Charlie. I think I like it.” The mechanic sinisterly grinned. “I’m going to pick my dart gun up from the armoury… You want anything?”

[Grace]

"Anything I need is in the bag," Charlie answered, nudging her bag with her right foot. "Thanks though... but don't take too long. I'll have your toy running properly in just a minute or two."

[starmark2k]

"I'll try but if I'm late don't leave without me." Jason said. "But if you do there's no need to come back for me." Jason laughed as he walked off towards the armoury.

 

On arrival, he walked past a couple of gun racks towards a small safe in the corner of the room. He noticed the Travis and Kat who were also assigned to the surface mission, but they seemed to busy picking there guns. He twisted the safes dial back and forth to input the combination and opened the door, he pulled out his dart gun, a holster belt and darts for it. He put the equipment on the table next to the safe and began placing the darts in small pockets on the belt and holstered the gun after loading one dart into it.

[Rogue Nine]

Ral returned to his lab, having already obtained an ancient Beretta 92 from the armory, replete with holster and several clips of ammunition. He shook his head as he shrugged the leather holster on over his shoulders. Something definitely had the Powers-that-Be spooked about the outside world enough to require that the expeditionary force carry firearms. Perhaps it was just cautious posturing, but after living under the Overseer for a number of years, Ral knew it was probably more than that.

 

He slid his pistol into the holster and snapped the flap shut, then grabbed an old worn leather coat off the back of his chair and shrugged it on. He was already fully packed, having surmised the purpose of the mission far before the morning's meeting had even been convened. Hefting his backpack over his shoulder, he stooped over to pick up another bag, this one carrying his chemical analysis materials. He suspected more than a few things would be glowing up top and he wanted to be sure that he had the proper instruments with which to study them.

[Quist]

Roll strode into the small amphitheater again, her long brown hair damp from showering. She flicked a wet strand out of her eyes as she walked to the front of the room, then placed her hefty knapsack on the ground next to the projector. Extracting a wide utility belt, she fastened it around her waist and began placing various accoutrements on it, including a flashlight, a canteen and spare clips for the Sig 226 she wore in her shoulder holster.

 

When she had finished, she turned around, leaned on the table and folded her arms across her chest, her expression blank as she was readying herself for when everyone else arrived.

[Killwithhonor]

Onjo, sitting at his desk fiddling with his pistol, making adjustments to the cocker and trigger. He sat back in his chair and gazed at his pistol and smiled. He picked it up and flipped it over a couple times looking to see if he forgot anything. All of a sudden the alarm went off and he threw up his pistol out of being frightened by the alarm.

 

Onjo looked at his watch

 

"Ahh, i've been so busy with this pistol that i forgot to go to the meeting, grrr"

 

He picked up his pistol and holstered it and put all of his tools back in his belt. He rushed out of his room and down the hallway. Some EMT's passed him but he just shrugged it off. He reached the room that the meeting was in, it was empty. He saw some guy walking down to the common area with a lit cigarette.

 

Onjo ran down to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

 

"Hey, were you at the meeting that the overseer called? I lost track of time in my office and missed the meeting, can ya fill me in please?"

[Corinthian]

Peter stared at him with a dumbstruck expression, and ran his fingers across his face and into his hair.

 

"Who the hell are you? You the replacement for Hernandez? Oh, great. Roll, let's get out of here before they load on every moron in the Vault. We've got enough bad genes on the team as is, we don't need more idiots."

[starmark2k]

“The way I see it, Most of the bad genes are being taken out by those things.” Jason said walking to the amphitheatre group. He pulled the cigarette out of Onjo's mouth and threw it to the floor and stamped it out. “You know how much damage the smoke does to the ventilation systems in here. I’d rather not come back to a Vault were everyone died because the air recyclers started venting carbon monoxide into the habitation levels, I won’t be here to fix it.”

 

He turned to look at roll and nodded his greeting. “I’m ready to get into the fresh, radioactive air.” His sarcasm and disapproval were obvious.

[Quist]

Roll arched a thin eyebrow at Peter and the newcomer. "Patience, Peter," she said, moving up next to him. "Not everyone is here just yet, so leaving this moment would not be the most prudent action."

 

Just then, Jason strode into the amphitheater, snatched the cigarette out of Peter's mouth and had words with him about the adverse effects of smoking. Turning to Roll, the electronics whiz said, "I’m ready to get into the fresh, radioactive air."

 

"Aren't we all," Roll replied demurely. "Let's refrain from getting on each other's nerves, however. Some things have already gone all pear-shaped, and I really don't need everyone jumping down everyone else's throat." She glanced at the newcomer. "Hello, I don't believe I know you," she said, holding a hand out to him.

[ForceFightWMe12]

With an excited grin on her face, Kat preceeded her brother into the room, practically bouncing as she moved towards the group. Considering that she was smiling about the massive amounts of components and explosives in her backpack, some - like her brother - would not be too far off the mark to question her sanity.

 

"Hello again, all," she said with a smile, "What'd I miss?"

 

"What did we miss." Travis corrected, coming to stand at her shoulder.

[Quist]

"Not too much, we're still waiting for everyone to come back," Roll replied to the two Gershwins. She frowned and placed her hands on her hips. "I hope none of them decided to ditch the mission," she said, biting her lip. "And what was that you said about Hernandez, Peter?"

[Corinthian]

"Hernandez is off the mission, praise be. He fell down in the bathroom, lost consciousness, so Doc is holding him for a few days. By that point, we'll probably be halfway to Vault 29."

 

Peter grinned. "It's not like he's a big loss, in fact, we might have come out ahead on that one, he was more trouble than he's worth. You wouldn't believe the kind of stuff I've heard about him. Smokes, drinks, drugs...he's a ticking time bomb. We'd be halfway into the Arizona desert when he went into withdrawal, and that wouldn't have been good.

 

"You look pleased with yourself, Katherine. Wait, wait. Let me guess. The supply closet was left unlocked?" It was either a very good sign...or an extremely bad sign that anyone was this enthusiastic about being sent into a radioactive, blasted wasteland.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Kat grinned widely at Peter. "I've never been allowed to see military-grade explosives." she said, "It's generally out-of-bounds to the entire Vault. So the fact that I now have quite a few in my backpack makes me a bit excited."

 

"Oh, don't worry." Travis said, smirking quite sarcastically, "My sister is entirely sane, I assure you."

 

Katherine responded by giving his arm a whack.

[Corinthian]

Peter raised an eyebrow at that.

 

"Bombs? Well, that's a good sign. It's always good when you can blow something up. How much you got in there?"

[ForceFightWMe12]

Travis placed a hand over his sister's mouth before she could speak. "Oh, I don't think that that's something that we all need to know." he said cheerily, quickly changing the subject. "So. Our argumentative friend took a slip and fall? Is there something up? People like him don't usually trip and hit their heads on toilet seats."

[Corinthian]

He drummed his fingers on the table, grimacing. "Well, there's always been rumors flitting around. According to a guy who knows a guy I know, Jose's great-grandfather apparently smuggled in a coca plant and taught his kids how to refine it. I don't know the truth of it, but I can tell you after talking to him, that kid's brain is cooked."

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Ah, that's always wonderful." he muttered, putting a finger to his chin thoughtfully. "Any idea where this plant may be? I've never seen one in person before..."

[Corinthian]

Peter's eyebrow went up again. "Probably one of the hydroponics farms, but I wouldn't really know. It'd have to be in a well-hidden place, unless Hernandez is bribing Vault Security with some of his product, which, given the stand-up nature of some of the local Security Shrubs, wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. You wouldn't be thinking of opening your own farm, would you?"