War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of humanity, when our ancestors discovered they could kill with rocks and bones, blood has been shed in the name of God, justice, or simply psychotic rage.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and riches. Spain built an empire out of its lust for gold and territory. Hitler turned Germany into an economic superpower.
In the 21st century, war was still being waged for resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also their weapons: oil and uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the United States would annex Canada, and the European Community would dissolve into disputes... Disputes between states and nations, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
Many horrors and crimes had occurred throughout history, but few matched the desperate and violent acts that nations would commit in the name of everything they could claim for themselves. Some optimistic souls thought that the wars over these resources would be the turning point for humanity, the crucible that would forge a future of peace. After all, how could things get any worse?
They were wrong.
The end of the world came almost as we had predicted: too many humans, not enough space or resources for everyone. The details are trivial and useless; the reasons, as always, were purely human.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, man's destructive nature reached its limit. In just two hours, the Earth was almost cleansed of life... Not only human life, as this great cleansing affected all life on the planet, an atomic spark struck by human hands that quickly spiraled out of control. Spears of nuclear energy rained down from the skies and the world was plunged into an abyss of fire and nuclear radiation. The continents were engulfed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinct, its spirits becoming part of the background radiation that covered the Earth.
But despite what many predicted, this was not the end of the world. The apocalypse was merely the prologue to another bloody chapter in human history.
For man had succeeded in destroying the world, but war? War never changes.
The US capital, Washington, D.C., was once a shining example of society before the war. But in the early hours of the Great War, it was reduced to a hollow, radioactive shell of its former self. The Earth was saturated by the rain of countless nuclear bombs, poisoning its soil and waters. The monuments to the greatest and most inspiring moments in the history of that former country were lost or marked forever. The seat of the US government was almost completely annihilated, and for two centuries the ruins of DC lay abandoned, bleached by the sun and covered in ash.
For the people of what is now the Capital Wasteland, life is pure suffering. Raiders, mutants, and wild animals prey on those who stray from the safe regions of the few civilizations that have risen from the ashes. Food and clean water are commodities that people fight and die for every day as they search throughout the Capital Wasteland. A race of monstrous, green-skinned beings called Super Mutants prey relentlessly on humans, capturing them and taking them to unknown locations. Few are capable of fighting this great threat.
The Brotherhood of Steel, led by the kind and noble Elder Owyn Lyons, has fought to protect the people of Capital Wasteland for over 20 years. These knights and paladins, clad in power armor and wielding technologically advanced weapons, attack the Super Mutant threat from their command center: the Citadel, located within the ruins of the Pentagon.
But their efforts, though noble, have had little success. A faction of their own class, dissatisfied with Elder Lyons' choices, broke away from the Brotherhood, choosing instead to focus on the Brotherhood's original goals in the region: acquiring advanced pre-war technology. These Outlaw soldiers (as the soldiers loyal to Lyons labeled them) have settled in Fort Independence. They fiercely search for technology in the ruins of DC, disregarding anything (and anyone) as a waste of time.
The brutal Super Mutants, of unknown origin and number, have posed a constant threat to all who inhabit the Capital Wasteland. For years, they have been the nightmares of those who hunt, and they have also invaded the ruins of DC. These large, unintelligent Meta-Humans, accompanied by their mutated abominations, have waged an endless war for control over the Capital Wasteland.
They have not succeeded... yet.
Capital Wasteland, like so many other places, is home to endless conflict. And yet, beneath its lifeless, blood-soaked soil, a different story is told.
In the beginning, thousands of people managed to save themselves from the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in huge underground bunkers known as "refuges." But when they emerged above ground, all they found was the hell of the Wasteland. Its inhabitants settled across the ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, and form new tribes.
All except the inhabitants of Shelter 101, hidden in the center of Wasteland Capital.
Because on that fateful day, when flames rained down from the sky, the huge steel door of Vault 101 closed and no one ever opened it again.
Throughout its steel corridors, you can see and hear the propaganda of its Overseer on every monitor. This is where you were born, and this is where you will die.
Because no one will ever enter Vault 101... And no one will ever leave.
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Present Time
A pair of coal-black eyes slowly opened with considerable difficulty, encountering a sizeable hole in the ceiling... Perhaps she had done it with her body? Whatever it was, now her ears picked up several voices followed by footsteps approaching her position, which put her on alert.
"What the hell happened?" demanded a very angry male voice.
The black-eyed person ran a hand through their spiky black hair (similar to a palm tree: with five spikes framing their forehead and four strands behind) and a gray glint, which was dirty from their previous battle against a very strong guy who left their body badly injured... Remembering that last part caused him to let out a groan of pain, which did not go unnoticed by one of the people in the room because she had heard the woman's cry of pain.
"I don't know! ... But they destroyed part of the ceiling!" replied another male voice just as angry as the previous one.
Gritting her teeth, the woman with exotic black hair struggled to get up from the floor, leaning on a nearby counter to keep her balance and avoid falling back down. For these two reasons, her world was spinning.
"Itai!"
Unintentionally, she let out another moan of pain, as she had accidentally put most of her weight on her injured right foot.
Suddenly, however, the unknown woman was forced out of her trance when an unknown person entered the room where she was and stared at her silently for a few seconds, until:
"You bastards! Look what I found!" said the new unknown woman loudly to her companions, while at the same time a sadistic smile formed on her lips as she saw the half-naked and injured woman in front of her; a toy fallen from the sky with which they could have fun for a long time.
Enduring the pain in her body and ignoring the growing danger forming in front of her, the woman with exotic black hair began to look around with a curious gleam in her eyes because she instantly realized she was in a supermarket where there was surely plenty of food; thinking about this caused her stomach to growl with obvious hunger.
Meanwhile, the woman with striking black eyes continued to look around; she did not notice as a group of four men quickly entered through the door... But they immediately froze in their tracks when they saw the woman in their field of vision, where they naturally began to look up and down the semi-naked body of the stranger until suddenly their eyes were fixed on her very considerable breasts.
"Woah! ... Look at those tits, they're—"
"Huge!!!" The looter finished his companion's last word aloud, his lustful blue eyes still glued to the mysterious and sexy woman's K-cup breasts.
The woman with exotic black hair ignored the perverted comments of the group of looters (along with the crazy, sadistic woman who was with them) who had very unpleasant intentions toward her body, but she didn't care because her attention was focused on a freezer/refrigerator where she immediately imagined there was plenty of food... However, she didn't even manage to take two steps because suddenly one of the guys blocked her way to the refrigerator with food; and this undoubtedly annoyed her greatly, as reflected in her expression, leaving her curiosity behind.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going, bitch?" demanded the same looter furiously, but also with great confusion at the carefree attitude of the voluptuous woman.
That word, used as an "insult," caused the woman with striking black eyes to leave her annoyance behind and instead focus her gaze on the unpleasant people, who at some point took out their knives and guns and pointed them all at her.
"Bitch?" she asked in a confused and curious tone, tilting her head slightly to one side because it was the first time she had heard that word used as an insult.
The group of looters rolled their eyes at this woman's stupidity or innocence.
"Yes, bitch!" replied the same looter with an annoyed growl, and at the same time began to walk towards the unknown woman with less than saintly intentions. "Now let me touch those tits—"
{Crack!}
The guy never had a chance to lay his hands on the unknown woman's enormous breasts, because she moved her hand at surprising speed, forming a fist, and then punched the guy who had invaded her personal space hard in the stomach, sending him flying across the store and crashing badly into some shelves... And he didn't move from that spot again.
Meanwhile, the other members of the group of vicious killers watched in disbelief and fear as the strong woman with striking black eyes for obvious reasons... But the looter was the first to snap out of her trance and quickly put that strange feeling of fear aside, replacing it with the familiar feeling of hatred in her soul.
"You killed him, you bitch!" shouted the only woman in the group of looters with anguish and anger, as she began to run with a baseball bat in her hands toward the woman with exotic black hair to beat the damn woman to death for killing her lover.
That other bad word seemed to have a different effect on the unknown woman because her eyes moistened to the point of tears, but she managed to hold them back; and instead formed a small sphere of golden energy in the palm of her right hand.
{KABOOM!}
The explosion shook the Superguay store, and even part of it flew through the air in large and small pieces of debris and dust.
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Almost at the Same Time
A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing armor from certain pre-war underground shelters and with the number '101' on his back, stood petrified in his place when he saw part of the Supercool Store suddenly explode before his eyes.
"... Shit," whispered the unknown man in disbelief as he witnessed this unique event. "What am I going to tell Moira now?" he asked himself with a grimace, knowing full well that she would be bombarding him with questions.
However, he suddenly had to put those thoughts aside when he saw a person emerge from the semi-destroyed site, more specifically a woman with exotic black hair wearing strange and striking orange and blue clothing. Without thinking twice, he quickly hid behind a nearby car and then peeked out to see if the unknown woman had seen him, but instead he got another pleasant surprise for his eyes.
"...What the hell?" he said to himself in shock, but at the same time, he had a blush on his cheeks because of the attractive woman, who apparently didn't care that her clothes were half destroyed, exposing part of her large breasts.