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The Journey of a Psychic
By: Half-Blood Date: June 15, 2014, 9:10 pm
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Mike woke up under his garage the same as everyday, he closed
his eyes and fell into a trance like state as he listened then
it went beyond hearing to sensing and "feeling" for people or
anything infected inside the garage or immediately outside.
Sensing nothing he got out of bed and climbed out of the
trapdoor in the office floor "Another day in this piss hole
world" he said to himself as he stood up, using a mug full of
clean water he quickly got washed.
After his wash Mike stood up and got dressed and picked up 2
gallon cans and put his 1911 into it's holster put his sawn off
on a strap and slung it over his back and headed out, Mike set
the alarm and closed the door the alarm was the original but
with a twist the original siren was gone so he took the wires
and rigged the wires up to 150 lbs of C4 he picked up when he
raided an old military base a few years back if you didn't enter
the code in time... Boom.
Mike set out on a gentle jog with his 2 containers to the
nearest town he'd not plundered for fuel and hoped no one else
had either, well nearest as in the nearest that had been largely
spared by nuclear fire.
It took him hours on several occasions he thought it would be
much easier if he'd just taken the car, but he had to remind
himself that the car was for emergencies only since fuel was so
limited after hours of jogging he began to think how unusual it
was to see the wastelands so clear, not a single bandit, he had
seen a few giant scorpions but they don't hunt during the day so
he gave them a wide birth and they ignored him.
Finally he came upon a silhouette of a town/city he'd not
visited yet, he picked up the pace and ran into the streets, the
town was in pretty good condition looked like it had been
abandoned due to fallout or the threat of fallout but he knew he
was safe unless he drank the water and he had no intention of
doing that, he brought his own bottled water.
Mike walked through the streets slowly constantly listening and
'feeling' for any threats then right there in front of him was a
sight that filled him with so much joy and hope he smiled
broadly a Big Rig tanker the door was open and several of the
trailer tyres were flat but other than that she looked fine.
Mike examined the Rig closely and turned the release valve and
liquid poured out, he quickly closed it again and sniffed the
liquid "Diesel!" he couldn't help but say aloud and with
excitement. He checked the cab and the keys were still in the
ignition but it was in the 'start' position which means 2
things; 1. the diesel to the tractor unit is spent and the
battery is most likely dead too.
So he put his gallon containers under the valve and opened it
slightly and filled them and emptied them into the tractors
tank, he repeated this several times till the tank was full.
"One problem solved" Mike thought to himself
He then popped the hood on several cars and tested the batteries
he got sparks from 6 of them so he took 2 and wired them up
under the bonnet of the truck to make a 24 volt current, he then
looked for the hand pump and began to bleed the system, once he
had diesel flowing through the pump he jumped into the cab and
turned the key.
The engine turned very slowly so he pulled the wires out of the
radio and wired all 6 batteries together and tried again, the
engine turned faster and started kicking faster and faster until
eventually the monster 15 liter diesel engine roared into life.
Mike pulled the extra wires off and threw his containers into
the cab and they landed on the passenger seat, he slammed the
bonnet and jumped back into the truck, he was testing the gears
and breaks when he heard a voice in his head.
"Gotcha" the voice that was not his own said Mike ducked when a
round came through the window and went out the opposite window
"fuck it" Mike shouted and slammed the truck into first the
engine revved loudly and suddenly the entire truck jerked
forwards and the breaks released violently.
Mike had never driven anything this big before and was unsure
when to change gear when the engine started to red line he
changed up the cars in front on him seemed like they were made
of paper as they were pushed effortlessly aside by the truck.
Mike finally got passed all the cars and was on a straight road
racing out of town. Mike saw what looked like a half assed
attempt at a road block at the end of the road, he smiled and
slammed his foot down.
In his mind he heard them "he's not slowing down" "We should
have got more cars" "should we move?" "that trucks bigger than
they said, this road blocks not gonna hold!"
Mike looked down as the speedometer needle hit 85 MPH. Mike went
straight through the middle of the road block the cars that were
small enough to move on short notice were no match for this
juggernaut as he felt only a slight bump when he crashed
through.
Mike stayed around 70 - 85 all the way home none of the
creatures had ever seen anything like the truck before so they
ran and hid from it even the dreaded Scorpions ran from the
noise of this monster than had not moved for a very long time.
Finally he got back home and he took the pipes from the side of
the tanker and hooked them up to the valve to the underground
fuel tanks under the garage and started to fill them the gauge
that had previously barely registered was now working it's way
up to full at a steady pace.
When it hit 'full' he quickly turned the valve off, he looked at
the gauge on the tanker and it read '1/4 full' "well I can't
keep this thing here" Mike said to himself so he put the pips
and everything else back on the truck then sealed and recovered
the valve to the underground tanks.
Mike then jumped back into the cab and drove off the nearest
Vault "Vaults usually give you a fair price and are less likely
to rob you if you don't like their price because they lack for
almost nothing" Mike thought planning out what he was doing in
his head.
Mike arrived at Vault 042, got out of the cab and pulled on the
lever, a voice came over the intercom "state your business
here!" Mike looked over the panel and finally found the talk
button "Got a few gallons of diesel for you if you're
interested" Mike said and waited for a reply "Stand back away
from the door"
The lights either side of the massive Vault door began flashing
and the klaxon blared out as the huge blast doors opened. Mike
stood in front of the truck watching the doors open, once they
were open at least 20 soldier looking types rushed out with some
serious firepower and armour "On your knees, hands behind your
head" the officer barked Mike complied they took his 1911 and
sawn off and frisked him for other weapons "he's clean sir" one
of the soldiers said.
The officer walked up to Mike and helped him up "full tanker of
diesel eh?" the officer said hopeful "Sorry but only a quarter
tank" Mike replied "OK, the Rig too?" The Officer asked "Yep the
Rig too that had about a half tank left on it" Mike said
noticing relief flash across the officer mind "Alright we'll
take the Rig inside and the Trade Master will handle all the
details, and please no sudden movements you'll have at least 5
snipers trained on you at all times" Mike nodded and entered the
Vault.
The Trade Master met him just inside the door "I heard the
conversation quarter tanker of diesel plus half tractor tank too
and all the scrap that'll come to about 4,000 credits" Mike read
the mans mind and saw he was holding out "4,000? I can get more
at V-Tech 001, and I told them I was coming here because I
wasn't happy with their price of 7,000 coins, yes they use coins
that can be used to buy services all over this fucked up world
so don't lick my ear while trying to finger my ass cause it
won't work sunshine" Mike said feeling the man get more and more
nervous if he cost the vault it's trade because he was getting
tight he Overseer would exile him.
"Alright Alright I can see you're not your typical wastelander
so how about 20,000 credits?" Mike could see in his mind that
the truck and cargo was only worth 15 - 17,000 tops, this was a
bribe to keep Mike quiet one Mike was all to happy to take
"Done" Mike said "Good follow me into my store" said the Trade
Master.
Upon entering the store Mike's eyes lit up "Merry fucking
Christmas Michael" he said to himself as he saw all the weapons
and ammunition "toys glorious toys, I'm anxious to play with
them" he sang to himself in his head.
"OK first I'll have 10 extra .45 mags for my 1911, now I'll have
the HK MP7A1 and 10 extra mags, now I'll have the L7A2 and I'll
have an ammo box, are they pre belted?" The Trade master just
answered with a nod "Good and finally I'll have a few gallons
of clean water and a ride home"
"The Trade Master counted it all up, that comes to 15,490
credits plus the ride home that's 16,000 credits which means you
have 4,000 credits left place your palm on the reader and your
face in the retinal scanner" Mike promptly did both "There now
if anyone else comes in pretending to be you we'll know, now
take your stuff and fuck off I'l a busy man your ride home will
be waiting in 5 minutes" The Trade Master said as he practically
kicked Mike out the door.
Mike struggled down the steel steps to a waiting buggy his water
was on the back and there was a gunner sat in a seat on the roof
occupying a big gun he believed it was an M2 .50 cal HMG "Are
you fucking getting in or what?" Mike heard the drivers voice
say in his head which snapped him back to his senses Mike
climbed in and put all his toys on the floor between his legs.
The buggy was fast Mike had no idea how fast they were going but
damn he seemed to get back to his garage in minutes when it took
him almost an hour to reach the Vault, once stopped Mike got out
and took his weapons, opened the door and quickly punched in the
code, the driver of the buggy got out and carried Mike's water
in for him, put it down just inside the door, gave Mike a nod
and left.
By the time Mike got to the door the lights of the buggy were
disappearing over the hill "Yeah don't let me keep you" Mike
said to himself with a chuckle and closed the door then locked
and bared it "tomorrow I'll see about trying to put my new
machine gun on my car" Mike said looking forward to the
challenge.
"But for now it's food time he opened his chiller and took out a
slab of meat, cut several chunks off and began cooking them over
a salvaged camping stove "some habits are too useful to just
quit" Mike said as he cooked the meat that was tattooed "Death
Raiders".
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Re: The Journey of a Psychic
By: Half-Blood Date: August 4, 2014, 10:12 pm
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It had been a week since Mike last ventured outside, in that
time he'd seen Raiders drive passed on crude buddy's with
laboring engines heading towards the Vault "stupid bastards" he
thought to himself as her knew they stood no chance against
Vault Security.
Mike opened his freezer only to find no meat left "Damn it! oh
well time to go hunting" Mike said to himself.
He got his 1911 and put it in it's holster and put his MP7A1 on
it's strap and threw it in the passenger seat of his truck then
threw his sawn-off in after it, he then tied the L7A2 down and
to the side of the truck bed along with its tri-pod.
Mike then climbed into the truck and sat down and allowed
himself to go into a trance and "feel" everything outside
"nothing out there, good news" he said to himself as he started
the engine, he clicked a button on a beaten up old remote and
the doors slowly opened.
Once the door was fully open Mike put the truck into first and
drove out slowly,then pressed the button again, as the main
doors closed he unlocked the side door and set the alarm and
slammed the door and then locked it again.
Mike jumped in his truck and headed towards a local cave that he
knew some bandits like to camp out in when doing small raids.
Mike arrived quicker than usual, probably due to the fact that
he didn't have to worry about diesel for a change, he stopped
about a quarter mile from the cave and looked through his
monocular (used to be binoculars) There was a lot of raiders in
the cave this time, he counted 24 not including a sentry posted
"No way I'm getting in there until they attack a settlement"
Mike said to himself.
Mike backed off to go back to his truck when he heard a voice in
his head "got one" Mike spun over onto his back and drew his
1911 at the same time, there he was aiming his sidearm at a
myth, a soldier from the old world what have become known as
Spectre's soldier's covered in all black power armour complete
with a plasma rifle.
"go ahead and shoot" he/she said the voice was electronic,
likely to make them appear fearsome regardless of voice and
unidentifiable by accent. Mike lowered his sidearm "I'm not a
raider, I came here to kill them. Looks like we're on the same
mission" Mike stated and even through the armour and tinted
goggles the shock was obvious "How do you know my mission?" came
the electronic reply "the same way I know you're female and
you're only 28 and blonde. Isn't that right Sasha?" Mike once
again stated plainly.
Again the shock was evident "Yes Spectre I can read your mind, I
know that those Raiders down there have a micro fusion core that
can be used to enhance your energy weapons hence why you're
after them and don't even think about shooting me... I can read
your every thought" Mike said looking right into the bullet
proof tinted glass of the armour.
There was a pause for a few seconds then Mike watched this
Spectre unlock the clips that secured her helmet and took it off
"OK fine, since you can read my mind and know if I'm going to
attack you then you can also read my mind for my suits
weaknesses so my suit is almost useless to against you so I
propose an alliance to take the bandits down. I get my fusion
core and you get your wife or daughter" Sasha said with an
upward inflection at the end.
Mike laughed almost out loud "I'm not married and got no kids, I
just need food and they have it only difference between me and
them is I don't attack traveling traders or settlements" he
stated in a serious tone
"OK fair enough, I suggest we wait till nightfall it'll make it
easier" Sasha stated "Agreed" Mike replied.
The hours passed as they waited for the main group of the
Bandits to go out on a raid "Mike?" Sasha finally broke the
silence after several hours "how did you end up... Like you
are?" she asked curiously "The product of a hard life" Mike
stated in a tone of indifference, "but where did you come from?
You're not a Raider, you're not a wasteland settler and you're
not from a Vault, in order to develop powers you need constant
low level radiation during puberty and you don't get out of a
Vault until you're like 18 usually" Sasha asked again now more
curious than before.
Mike sighed and sat down "I was raised called 'Vas-Tumar' well
at least that's what was left of the sign nearby, my family
lived in the only house that was left in any reasonable state to
live in, we were never short of food Dad went out to work
everyday and my Mom cooked the food and tidied up the house."
"Your shitting me" Sasha snapped "that sounds like a home from
before the fucking war, now tell me the damn truth"
"I am and if you'd stop interrupting me you'd hear the rest and
find out why it was not so perfect" Mike snapped back obviously
annoyed
"OK sorry, please Mike continue"
"Thank you, anyway all through my youth I scavenged the through
the nearby buildings and cars eventually I found this" Mike said
as he drew his 1911 from it's holster "it was in pretty rough
shape but in the house next to the fucked up truck I this in I
found books on this very gun and learned how to take it apart
and clean it, the next day when I dug deeper I found a metal box
with spare parts in it so I finally got it into working
condition"
Mike heard movement so he cut himself off and looked over at
where the Bandits were and they were just starting generators
for lights "it's getting dark we better fall back to my truck, I
don't fancy tackling a giant scorpion"
"I got a better idea" Sasha said as she put her helmet on
"I like that idea" Mike said with a smile
"Do you have any idea how fucking creepy that is?"
"Yep, well I do now anyway"
Sasha shook her head and walked back to the truck with Mike,
when they got there Mike got in and Sasha got behind and started
pushing the truck closer to the cave but making sure it wasn't
close enough to see.
"That armour is amazing stuff, it triples your strength without
reducing movement speed and it's bullet proof against small
arms" Mike said to Sasha knowing it was creeping her out
"for fucks sake stop reading my mind, does privacy mean nothing
to you?" Sasha snapped
"nope not a thing, OK stop here" Mike said just to be safe and
keep the glass headlights from reflecting light
Sasha took her helmet back off and got in the passenger side "OK
Mike please continue" she said with genuine intrigue
"OK, so a few more years passed and I noticed that food was
getting less and less, then one day when I was 16 my Dad left
the basement door open, well unlocked so I went down to see what
he'd been hiding down here all those years. When I got down
there it was a sight I never expected there were cages rusted
from dried blood, a metal table in the middle of the floor with
meat cleavers and steak knives on it and chains at every corner
and at the back of the room there was a merchant who was kind
enough to give me a couple tins of tuna that was unaffected by
radiation and he asked for nothing in return and there he was
hanging on a meat hook dead his legs cut off and strips cut out
of them, we'd been eating him for about 4 days"
"Jesus Mike, hell of a way to find out your family has friends
for dinner.. Literally" Sasha quipped trying to lighten the mood
"Tell me about it" Mike said "anyway I went back upstairs and
confronted my mom about it, she told me everything and said that
the world is harsh and you do what you need to do to survive."
"she had a point" Sasha remarked
"Yes she did" Mike said still watching the Bandits as they began
to get their stuff together
"so did you and your folks have a falling out or something?"
Sasha asked paying more attention to Mike's life story than the
Bandits
"You could say that, about 6 months after I found the Merchant
in the basement I noticed that all we were getting on our plates
now was mostly the vegetables that were being grown in the small
garden out the back of our house with little bits of meat while
for the years before that the plate had mostly meat on it with
only a few vegetables"
"Whoa wait a fucking minute..." Sasha cut in clearly outraged
"Before you say anything Sasha Yes I stayed and I continued
eating my meals there knowing what the meat was, I mean I was a
young teen who knew nothing of the world apart from that it had
been royally fucked" Mike said cutting her off "anyway Dad was
talking about moving but we'd need supplies for a long trip like
that and we didn't have the food to make such a long trip, my
mother said we did and slashed at me with the steak knife that
was next to her on the table. Dad grabbed her wrist and asked
her what the hell she was doing which I took the opportunity to
run to my room I heard them arguing then I heard mom say that
she was still young enough to have more children so I could be
replaced"
"Wow, talk about not being valued" Sasha said shocked at that
callousness of Mike's mother
"Yeah well what she said clearly resonated with Dad as well
cause at that point the argument stopped and with a hard kick
Dad kicked my door open breaking the lock, to say I was scared
was an understatement, I was cuddling the 1911 I'd done my best
to restore. I looked into their eyes and it was clear that they
only saw me as meat now, no longer a son, so I aimed my gun at
Dad and told them to stay back or I'd shoot, they laughed and
thought it was a toy or a broken gun... Then I heard the bang
and felt the recoil and Dad fell back wards and the wall behind
him was covered in his brains, Mom dropped to her knees and
screamed because I'd shot him, she stood up and called me a
murderer on the fucking hypocrisy was amazing. With that she
lunged at me, I raised the pistol again screamed I was sorry and
pulled the trigger again, I shot her in the mouth and her teeth
came out the back of her head" Mike said with a hint of remorse
but no regret in his voice
"wow, I'm sorry Mike" Sasha said her voice full of sympathy
"not your fault Sasha, anyway I couldn't eat them I don't know
why I just couldn't they were still my parents after all so I
went into the basement grabbed all the meat that was left and
all the vegetables and headed out into this piss hole world for
the first time. Now here I am 15 years later"
"OK but what about your gift?" Sasha inquired further
"It's not a gift, you can return a gift this is an ability, and
Vas-Tumar was still slightly radioactive, our house was
protected from the black by the hill behind it but it didn't
save it from the fallout, Mom grew all our vegetables in the
soil and the soil will still have been radioactive, at first it
manifested it's self as a very powerful sixth sense that warned
me of danger then over time it allowed me to feel more and more,
then it allowed me to listen and now I can read minds"
"yes I am aware" Sasha said with a slight shudder
Mike wondered how far into someone's mind he could go, he
decided not to do it to Sasha instead he focused on the Bandit
on sentry, Mike slowly dropped into his trance and he dove into
the Bandits mind and realized that compared to him this bandit
was not so bad.
While Mike was in his trance Sasha noticed that a large force of
them were leaving on a midnight raid, they had flaming torches
"they are leaving, lets give it 15 minutes then go in" Sasha
said looking at Mike seeing his eyes open but rolled back in his
head
Mike went deeper into the bandits mind and found out his name
was Grant Thomas he then looked at everyone he knew that was
left in the cave and looked at how Grant felt about each of
them, a lot of them he didn't mind but there was one the guy was
a rapist and not only that a sadistic rapist the younger the
better for this sick bastard, Mike wondered what would happen if
he focused on Grant's anger of this "sick fuck" as Grant loved
to call him Mike focused hard on it and eventually the anger was
to great for Grant to ignore, he turned around raised his rusty
MP5 and shot the rapist not just once or twice, Grant was so
angry he emptied 30 rounds into him.
The other saw what Grant did and quickly shot him down for
betrayal, Mike snapped back to his body and gasped as he awoke
from his trance "that's 2 down" Mike said pretty shocked himself
that he could do that.
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Re: The Journey of a Psychic
By: Half-Blood Date: August 4, 2014, 10:13 pm
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will add more soon
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