Prologue Video feed serial number SA-3498761×BOSE-
*scratchy camera feed opens showing the cramped insides of a primitive aircraft with numerous individuals in some form of armor carrying an assortment of archaic looking projectile and energy weapons. One of them in a deep voice starts singing something then a female voice takes up singing as well then the rest of the group most of them recognizable to the viewers as comrades or their own voices. Before long the pilot pops up* “Colonel lz in 30 seconds. it’s gonna be a hot landing suggest we deploy heavies now.” The camera bobs in acknowledgement before a gravely voice says “Knight Bekkers, Paladin Lyons deploy and begin assault. The rest of the team will drop in two minutes behind you.” Two helmeted heads nod and they stand one grabbing a strange looking weapon the other hefting a vicious looking minigun and the pair of armored figures simply drop out the side doors. [text appears on screen clearly post edited in] {for those watching this take note the armor in this reality has the strange property of negating fall damage via kinetic dampers that redirect the force in the form of a blast wave upon impact with a solid surface.} The voice of the colonel returns and says “ Alright people Lock and load we have a mission to complete then perhaps we can relax some in the security we shall ensure today” The rest of the group nods stoically all wearing similar suits of power armor though in different styles all armed to the proverbial teeth as the transport starts to descend towards what sounds like rapid weapons fire and small nuclear detonations. As the picture steadies with the craft. Things fuzz out for some unknown reason and the text flashes up {Now let me take you to the beginning of this tale.}
Wasteland Journal Entry. Number One.
Let me begin with my Name. I am Colonel Serp Auer of UFP Section 31 and the Time Corps. As for my situation and the situation of the five crewmen and women of the U.S.S. CAROLINA we are stranded in some alternate universe. While normally this would pose no issue for this intrepid group of officers this time things are not going to be so simple.
Even the advanced technology that I have access to is severely limited in this realm. By best guess the year is 2283. And it seems that about two hundred and six years ago this version of earth suffered a global nuclear war amid a resource shortage. The kicker is all the tech looks like the flower child of the 1950’s same for the music.
Amazingly though they have certain surprising advancements. Fusion batteries laser and plasma weaponry even gauss weapons. Though there is one weapon that is a little disturbing but a fast favorite of Mister Bekkers. They call it the Fat Man. It is a man portable catapult that launches a fractional kiloton yield nuclear warhead. The psychotic bastard actually modified one into a M.I.R.V. launcher. Thank the powers for powered battle armor. That stuff is tough and heavily resistant to radiation and damage. It is very useful in survival of this wasteland.
Myself and the crew are looking for shelter there was said to be something called a vault nearby. We are heading for it in the morning. If we prove ourselves useful we might be able to gain access to permanent shelter and supplies.
Col. Auer. Ends.
Wasteland Journal Entry Two.
So far our search goes well we are on the right path towards this vault 584. Admittedly our only information comes from interrogation of so-called raiders. Their resistance doesn't last long. My starfleet confederates are adapting quickly to this harsh new reality we are trapped in. Bekkers more so than the others. Lieutenant commanders Kappler and Arado both are taking it in stride while Commander Masala is taking it a bit harder. Captain seelow though mind you this is seelow version 219 the short cute female one. She is acting as our moral compass mostly and keeping the rest from becoming a band of raiders despite Bekkers antics.
With the remaining charge on my time shift device I was able to secure us a supply of equipment that was prewar. I have Lt. Cmdr. Kappler looking into rigging up some kind of re-charger for it. For now though we are very well armed and stocked. Though stuck in this harsh land that seems to have been boston in the old americas.
The hazards we have encountered are insane ranging from bandit raiders to horribly mutated beings. We will survive though and we will prosper as best we can.
Auer ends.
Wasteland Journal Entry Three.
It's been two months since our arrival and our search began.
Food and clean water are getting scarce but we have managed to secure barter goods and are dealing with a small settlement for clean water and semi decent food. They use bottle caps of all things out here for currency it's laughable. Though we have been gathering large amounts of these caps gotta get ammunition some how.
Auer ends.
Wasteland Journal Entry Four.
A fragging miracle happened today. Our merry band of marauders has grown by two. One is a guy by the name of The Lone Wanderer. The other is none other than our missing navigator Miral. We might have a chance of finding this place yet. Sadly most of us rather suck at navigation. For now though at the wanderers suggestion we are going to set up a small base of operations in an old bunker. Seems he and miral found this place a week ago. A little elbow grease and hell we will have a semi decent and well protected location to rest and relax.
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Auer ends.
Wasteland Journal Entry Five
This bunker is shaping up nicely in the week we have been here. Hladson managed to get its fusion generator running again and he and Mason managed to rig some goodies up for unwanted guests. We also have a functional filtration system and behind a collapse we found a supply of food. Military rations but food none the less and still edible. More importantly we also found a sizeable stash of antiradiation meds and something called stimpacks. Mirals travelling companion explained that they essentially would restore a measure of well being if we got hurt. Sounds strange but we are starfleet we have a habit of strange. Well its late and everyones turning in cept Bekkers swear he never sleeps.
Auer ends
Wasteland Journal Entry Six
Ok consensus is in….. We all would have rather spent that night in a borg bordello… than have figured out what the hell went down last night out there. One moment was all quiet then all hell broke loose. The lone wanderer went to scout and came back visibly shaken which for what we have seen of him is saying something. We haven't been able to get a peep from him and all he's been doing for the past three hours is drinking himself blind.
Outside the only thing in the distance is the sound of munitions screaming through the air detonations…. And we should have guessed Bekkers maniacal laughter. That evil sadistic laugh the bastard gets when he's having fun truly having fun. God help whomever he is attacking.
Auer out. Hopefully Not permanently.
Wasteland Journal Entry Seven
Finally morning. Bekkers returned two hours ago. He brought with him a literal cartload of arms and ammunition. Most of it soaked in blood and radiation. He sensibly left it outside the bunker in an old munitions dump till it cools down. When questioned as to where he got it all, he replied “Simple. I made it become available after a group of raiders objected to my late night walk.” and the calm casual way he said it. I think it's safe to say we better pray to whatever deity is listening he stays on our side. Going to detail masala and arado to inventory the gear after lunch mason can clean and repair it himself. One thing this bunker has is copious amounts of munitions lockers if not for the fact it was exposed like this we'd make it a permanent base of operations.
Also planning to atleast try and see if we can grow some food there are remains of a greenhouse that should be serviceable.
Auer ends.
Wasteland Journal Entry Eight
Two months since last entry the greenhouse is coming nicely we are growing local edibles strange as they are. Tatos which are a combination of tomatoes and potatoes. Mutfruit. Not a damned idea what it is. Razor grain which is similar to wheat. Classic corn carrots and a few other minor things. Water purification systems Are getting refined less and less radiation per batch. Our defenses are strong but not perfect we have been having issues with Some mercenaries called the Gunners, And also big brutish freaks known as super mutants. They were altered by something called the F.E.V. it turned them into things that stand anywhere between eight to a horrifying twenty feet tall if it's a behemoth class mutant. They are generally green fleshed Muscle bound and generally stupid. Aside from those there are these lovely beasties known as mirelurks. Thats some good eatin right there. But it seems our more frequent and far deadlier threat are creatures known as death claws. They are almost as large as most super mutants if not bigger and have claws capable of rending even a power armored trooper in half with one well placed blow. We have found something that even Bekkers fears on sight. Lt. Cmdr. Arado and Cmdr. Masala have been searching for the nest and or nests of these things so we can make a pre-emptive strike and wipe out the threat. One is bad enough two is worse. Packs of three or more are complete nightmares.
One strangely effective weapon though Lt. Cmdr. Kappler has been working on building more of is something he calls a railway rifle. We found one on a supply raid and he found it to his liking. Bloody thing shoots spikes used to hold down railroad tracks. Old school railroad tracks. Hell we spent two days one week salvaging spikes from a nearby set of tracks. The humor value is immense in retrospect. On most targets one well placed hit from this steam powered weapon and you can remove a limb. Hlad has become proficient with what he calls the melon splitter.
Gods we've become a rough crew. Even captain seelow is losing her starfleet drilled supremacy in the face of our dire situation. It's all about survival here. The are a few glimmers of hope though. There are a few factions we will try and get in contact with that seems promising. This crew will not become a raider kingdom no matter how tempting it is. Bekkers will not be the king of barter town and there will not be a starfleet thunderdome.
One faction stands out. The Brotherhood of Steel. From what lore we have found they are descended from this version of earth's U.S.S.A’s army and are focused to preserving technology. They also have a strong code of honor that will be useful as well. Perhaps if we find them and prove ourselves useful to their cause we can get things looking less grim.
Auer out for now.
Wasteland Journal Entry Nine
Three Months now have passed since my last entry. This vault is Nigh impossible to find. On a good note though we found and eradicated 2 nests of death claws and 2 mirelurk nests that were much to close. On a positive note though we will have fresh eggs for a while so to speak and the meat makes for well something different to go with the vegetables we grow.
Kappler has managed to get a few domestic robots up and running. Though the programming is a touch rough these Mr. Handies are useful for tending and defending the greenhouse and the food stores. Masala and Arado are working on trading for the equipment necessary to setup some hydroponics bays incase we are stuck here when the technical winter hits. Bekkers being bekkers has continued to bring in weapons supplies old armor and everything else. what we cant use we sell after cleaning it up and repairing it if possible. So many suits of powered armor in the bay now its not funny we have taken to stacking the exoskeletons like ricks of firewood. As for the outer shells if we can’t sell use or repair we recycle them. our supply of spare parts grows weekly as does our raw materials. We have managed a basic forge for smelting and melting and forming and have a few other things.
Scavenging for parts and the like is difficult at times. The locations with the best salvage are still to radioactively hot. Even with power armor we fear to tread there for long….
We have also linked up with a few of the more reputable traders for getting some necessities that we cant provide for ourselves. they dont know our base of operations and we keep it that way sometimes with the sanction of extreme force. that order is never taken lightly but we do what we have to.
Survival is imperative as is getting these people home though i am sure nothing will ever be the same gods help anyone we meet if we get back that turns out to be hostile.
Auer out.
Wasteland Journal Entry Ten
Joyus news we have had several major GOOD things happen for us. It is now near Christmas time and gifts so to speak have been pouring in. First We made contact with some of the Brotherhood of Steel. The downside is they are a minor scout force but some is better than none. We have folded the survivors in with our force their technical capabilities have been assimilated with ours as have their fighting styles.
We also have eradicated all the local nests of monsters permanently we occasionally get roamers but they are a minor nuisance.
Kappler with the aid of a few scribes has added more combat robots to our defenses.
Best news of all I made contact briefly with some other versions of myself. We are not forgotten they are working to get us back. I will keep this private for now though no use getting hopes of rescue up till I have something concrete.
I will make an entry later we have some more planning sessions and soon enough BoS Reinforcements might be here.
Auer Out