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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 8

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Solmund and Boone walked through the big heavy metal door upstairs in the room. Boone did not know what to make of this, he at first thought it was a simple task of clearing out ghouls. He’d done things like this before, plenty of times on Legion troops. But there was something in him that was making this seemed so… uncertain, and unsure of himself. 

They walked through the door into a large hallway. Surprisingly the hallway was lit a lot brighter than the office area downstairs. And there was another surprise, there stood near the Intercom on the wall was a man. An actual man inside this facility filled with ghouls. He had a moustache and was bald, he wore a white lab coat. A scientist?

“Jeez, you’re even uglier in person. I can’t believe people let this kind of thing walk around unnoticed.”

The scientist said with a condescending tone, he had a deep and hoarse voice, it sounded unnatural somehow but Sol knew that it was his voice, “just go and talk to Jason Bright and he’ll tell you everything.”

Both Boone and Sol were speechless due to a human being here. 

Boone said, almost stuttering:

“You… you’re a human.”

“Don’t play your little human tricks on me smoothskin,” the scientist snapped, “I’m not going to fall for it. Don’t mistake me for one of your puny pathetic smoothskin kind. Now stop wasting my precious time and go bother Jason, Jesus Christ.” And with that he stormed off and into the other room.

Boone then looked over to Sol, a bit concerned.

“Well,” Sol said, “somebody haven’t been looking the mirror all their life, am I right?" He nudged Boone. 

Boone didn’t answer though, but for the slightest moment, Solmund found a little spark on his face, just a bit, not much and he could’ve sworn that he’d seen Boone grin. 

The facility here was a strange place, it was some sort of laboratory with chemistry set all over the tables and an abundance of microscopes. There were ghouls, ghouls everywhere. They were not feral, though. They had harsh skin and a hoarse voice so deep it vibrated Sol’s ears. There was also a large container of RadAway and Rad-X over by the corner. A supply that was big enough to trade with the Crimson Caravan for a whole week. Sol wondered why the ghouls needed this much Rad-X. They were already immune to radiation anyway.

Far away Sol and Boone saw a tall ghoul walked towards them through the hall. He was lean and taller than the other ghouls. He was actually a glowing one. But the radiation around him didn’t seem to be as deadly as other glowing ones. He was much easier to approach. He wore a brown suit with one of the leggings ripped apart. Sol didn’t think that he mind that much though.

“Greetings,” The ghoul said in a booming voice, “welcome travelers, welcome to our sanctuary. You must be exhausted. I hope the night has been treating you well. I must apologize for Chris’s behavior. He doesn’t exactly overt towards outsiders… Oh, silly me, where are my manners, my name is Jason Bright, I am the leader of the Bright Brotherhood, we welcome you to our sacred grounds.”

“Hello,” Sol replied, “My name is Solmund, you can just call me Sol. And this grumpy sniper here is Boone.”

Boone glared at Sol, a bit bitter perhaps. 

“Greetings, to you both.” Jason said with a warm smile, “My apologies for my fellow brothers, we are not used to seeing outsiders, much less ones that are humans.”

“Yeah…” Sol was about to explain why they were here but he had a feeling he shouldn’t…

“So,” Jason began, “I have no doubt that Chris had told you to come to us. Am I right?”

“Yes, but…” Sol stuttered.

“Yes? Is there something troubling you?”

“No, no,” Sol assured, “it’s just that… this Chris fellow… he’s not a ghoul… is he?”

“Ah, yes, well spotted. It is a rather complicated matter you see,” Jason said, he seemed troubled, or even pained, “we can discuss this later if you wish but right now… we require assistance. Walk with me.”

Solmund and Boone followed him into the facility.

“You see,” Jason explained, “we are the Bright Brotherhood, my fellow mutant ghouls around here and I all believe in the equality and justice that common ghouls all deserve. But it would seems that this world was not made for us. If it is not the wasteland full of monsters that will kill us it will be the horrid treatment other humans have on us that will. I myself have watched countless of my feral brothers suffered in pain. They seemed too far gone but in truth their minds are still out there somewhere, and I believe us Brotherhood can bring them back. But alas, many hunters and travelers would fire their foul weapons at our brothers at the mere sight of them. It pains me to see them like this. But worry not my fellow ghoul brothers because I have the answer. I Jason Bright have spoken with the Creator himself, and visions upon countless visions had predicted our fate in this world. We must embark on a pilgrimage on the Great Journey to the promised lands of the creator of the Great Beyond. A place where I have seen in my vision is a place where my fellow suffering ghoul brothers may rest in peace and live harmoniously in the land of the Lord.”

Sol and Boone were listening, no wandering eyes or distraction. Jason continued:

“The preparation for this great pilgrimage will be prepared on this very test site, a place used by Old World scientists back then to test rockets and flying vehicles. The Creator had promised us the land, and it will be the land beyond space and time itself. A prosperous land. But alas, preparation came to a halt during one of our praying session the other day, where invisible blue skin demons attacked us. Do not take me for a fool, dear travelers, because what I speak of is the truth. The demons came out of nowhere and thwarted our plans. They have taken refuge under this facility’s basement. If they don’t leave soon then our preparation for the Great Journey might never be completed, And the longer we wait the more ghouls will suffer from the wasteland. So please travelers. We implore you with all the will of the Creator to please help us solve this problem, get rid of the invisible demons and let us get on with our preparation in peace. Please, dear travelers…”

Sol and Boone looked at each other expecting one of them to object or came out calling this a bad idea. But both of them realized that they did not have much of a choice.

“Oh praise the Creator,” said Jason while looking to the sky, “praise our Creator in heaven. It must be then, that it is destiny that brought these two wonderful humans to us in our time of need. Your will shall be done, and we will be eternally grateful to you my Lord.”

Afterwards Jason sent both Boone and Solmund to the basement. He told them to report back to Jason as soon as there were results. They knew the task was urgent, but both of them didn’t move immediately. They stood there at the metal stairs with each other. What they realized then was clear and absurd, because not even Boone at that point could hold in a laugh.

Chapter 8 of the Old Courier story. May I be clear on one thing, and that is as a Christian myself this chapter is in no way or form a mockery towards religion. It is simply a depiction of what I think the characters in this situation would react during a post apocalyptic setting

Fallout belongs to Bethesda and Obsidian. This courier character is mine.

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