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Life Could Be A Dream, Sweetheart (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

Cluster
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Nov 28, 2017
Out of everything that made Iris S.P.E.C.I.A.L, it had to be her Intelligence. She could pick apart and put together just about anything, and make new things out of old. She was young, in her early twenties, with caramel colored skin and long thick inky hair. And eyes so off green they looked gold. But living in Vault City kept her rather limited to what she could do. Since they mainly traded for their high tech medical supplies, she was restricted to medical tech and gear. It was so boring. And to make things worse, the NCR were still hounding the Council to join the Republic, to which the Council constantly declined. She thought it was silly that they would always say no. Their shipments were always attacked by raider gangs, and the NCR would help keep the trade roads safe. But no. The NCR were "no better than the Pre-War government" amd couldn't be trusted. She wanted the roads clear so they could reliably get their supplies and trade. She was very open about her opinion on the matter, telling traders and other dwellers alike what she thought. In hindsight, this wasn't a good idea.

She was awoken, rudely, but Vault City guards entering her home and pulling her from her bed in the dead of night, putting her in a cell before the Council would see her in the morning. Exile; for speaking against the will of the Council, and trying to incite revolution inside the City. She couldn't believe her ears. Kicked out of her home? For her opinions? She didn't even the opportunity to pack anything before she was shoved outside the city walls. She didn't know what to do, so she just walked, scared and alone.
 
Life outside the vault were exactly as terrifying as she thought, but passing traders helped her as much as they could. Some were nice, others, less so. She heard about an island off the coast of California, a pre-war naval base called Santa Catalina. It would prove hard to get to, but she had bo idea how bad it would get
 
She would need a boat, but would anyone be willing to take her? She had no caps to her name, but maybe she could build or fox things to help pay for services? She could only hope. Some traders walked with her and showed her where to go, while others threatened or disregarded her. She wanted to curl up somewhere and disappear, she never wanted this to happen.
 
She found herself in a trading hub on a pier that supposedly saw visitors from the island almost regularly. She made herself a home by helping keep the pier running, fixing junction boxes, replacing lights. A decent spot to call home, if you ignored the mirelurks and occasional biter. But, as the weeks drug on, there was still no sign of any ships with these mysterious island visitors.
 
Maybe it was just one of those urban legends, the kind that only existed in story. To have a whole island to tinker on seemed too good to be true.
 
It was a good bit after she'd finally given up on them, that a weird air of tension was hanging over the pier, along with a dense fog. Someone was coming.. by ship?
 
She couldn't believe it. A ship? She wondered who was on it. Traders? Raiders? Mutants? No, probably not mutants, but still the thought frightened her.
 
A foghorn sounded ominously from the fog, a devilish red light barely piercing the thick veil before the silhouette of a large, armed ship followed in its wake
 
Brotherhood? No, they never had need for sea transport, always having their vertibirds. So then who?
"Christ, them again?" She heard an old man mutter, "Why can't they just die off already?"
 
She heard a whooping cry come from the bow of the ship, and was that.. singing? Some kind of pre-war shanty for sure, from the rough voices atop the ship's deck.
 
She couldn't stop herself, she moved closer to get a better look at these mysterious not-raiders. She didn't realize how much of a mistake that was, still in her Vault suit with her Pipboy on her wrist.
 
The red light swung back and forth as the ship came to anchor, and she could get a better look at the figure standing at the bow of the ship. He was sharp, dangerous looking. Features that made him look like a knife, despite the strange power armor he was wearing. "Avast!" He called out, jumping down onto the pier and cracking cement on his landing. "We're here for recruiting." His voice carried over almost absolute silence.
 
Everyone ignored him, he had done this enough that people knew it was a death sentence. She didn't know any better though. "Recruiting...?" She asked, taking a hesitant step into his view.
 
His eyes landed on her, and she felt cold. "Well, hello, little vaulter." He said with a grin.
 
She blushed and looked away, though terrifying he was quite handsome. "What are you recruiting for...?"
 
"Labor force, Santa Catalina needs fresh blood, fresh skills. What skills do you have? Besides good looks, that is." What was this? This man was terrifying. Armored and armed, this man was a viper in layers of metal. But he was handsome, and charming.
 
He turned to the ship, his voice booming. "A mechanic! Lads, the mainland smiles on us!" He raised his fist, sounding a chorus of cheers from the ragged crew.
 
She smiled sheepishly, maybe they just looked scary? This could be the start of something good for her.
 
"Come, vaulter, we'll shove off soon enough. I'll show you around The Saint." He said, gesturing to the massive ship.
 
He smirked, something sinister flashing behind his eyes as he began to lead her around the pre-war battleship. Well, in truth, it was a heavy cruiser, but he still said it was a battleship.
 
She made note of all the things that might need fixing as he walked her around, not noticing how the other men looked at her.
 
"This is...amazing..." She told him, "I've never seen anything like this for myself...just in old pre-war books...!"
 
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