Fallout Journals and Terminals

A collection of Fallout Holotapes, Journals and Terminals depicting the Great War and the immediate aftermath

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Overall Masterlist (Complete)

Welcome to my comprehensive collection of Holotapes, Journals and Terminals that talk about the Great War and it's immediate prelude and aftermath. Just a bit of a passion project of mine!

Below are links to all my posts, grouped together to tell as much of a complete story as I can and ordered chronologically within each group, as far as I can tell. To circumvent the link limit per post, some have been split into their own Masterlists, with links provided below:

(Alternatively, you can use the tags on each post to find other related posts. They should be self explanatory!)

Fallout 1:

Mariposa Military Base:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.

Fallout 3:

Little Lamplight (and a bit of Vault 87):

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Germantown Police Headquarters:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

National Guard Depot (The Keller Family):

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Carol's Dialogue:

1, 2, 3.

Fallout: New Vegas:

Zion Canyon:

Randall Clark's Masterlist (+ Overseer's Note)

Black Mountain:

1, 2, 3, 4.

Robert House's Dialogue:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Raul Tejada's Dialogue:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Sierra Madre Casino:

1, 2, 3.

Fallout 4:

Fallout 4's Masterlist Part 1, Part 2

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Charleston Cave Post-War Audio Log

So the Reds finally hit us, just like I always said they would. Vegas is still there as far as I know but that probably won't last long.

Didn't get accepted into one of the Vaults, so I did the next best thing and had this place built. Got massive debts but who cares now? Ha! It's every man for himself now.

Had to take care of the Paulson boy since he knew about this place - These supplies are for me and nobody else. There's a woman and her daughter up in one of the rooms in the lodge, might go pay 'em a visit tomorrow, a man's got needs.

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Chief Fire Officer's Report No. F1-218

The local police department diverted several trucks from San Onofre carrying nuclear waste to Searchlight this morning. I didn't get all of the details but I heard something about bombs going off nearby and that the trucks were being diverted for safety reasons. Two of them were housed here at the Fire Station. The third had to continue on to somewhere else because we didn't have enough room to accommodate them all. For some odd reason it was headed toward Cottonwood Cove. I don't know what he's planning on doing with it down there.

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Eddie Winter's Holotape - To Claire

Claire, it's me. Eddie. It's been too long, I know. But I'm okay. We're okay. I know it's weird, me disappearing just when the heat died down. But there's a reason. What we talked about. It's happening, soon. Bombs, missiles, I don't know what. But the end is coming. I can't even tell you how much I paid my Army Intelligence friend for this info. So I guess me building that shelter was a smart idea after all huh? But look, baby. There is... one more thing. The reason I haven't been around for awhile.

You know those idiot brothers at Wicked Shipping? The ones smuggling the radioactive material? I put the screws to 'em. Got some of the stuff. I've been working with this doctor in East Boston. Guy's a fucking genius. Listen, I know it sounds crazy... but he had this theory... The right kind of radiation exposure, at the right amounts... it can change human cells. Mutate them. Baby... I can live forever. Yeah, I know... It could kill me. I'm willing to chance it. But I can't risk losing you. So I'm the guinea pig. And I've been getting... treatments.

But don't worry. I'm fine. More than fine. I feel great. Amazing, even. I think this crazy shit's really working. Eventually, this war will blow over. And when it does, I'm gonna walk out into Boston and pick up where I left up. I'm gonna own the future. I'm assuming you'll be dead by then, of course, but let's not dwell on the negative.

So look. You come to the sub shop tomorrow night. You and I will go into the shelter together, seal it up, and wait for the big kaboom. Just, ahh... You might want to prepare yourself a little. Mentally and such. I look a little... different now. But love is only skin deep, right?

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Skylanes Flight 1665 Final Transmission

Pilot: ...approaching Boston from the west. We've got heavy winds, but it shouldn't be a problem. Lining up for runway 2 at heading... What the hell is that? Some kind of bright light from the north...

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Skylanes Flight 1981 Recording

Pilot 1: Boston Tower, Skylanes One Nine Eight One. Acknowledge. Over.

Pilot 1: Dammit, what's going on?

Pilot 2: Oh God...

Pilot 1: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Boston Tower, Skylanes One Nine Eight One, Lost Engines. We're breaking up!

Pilot 2: There! Aim for the road!

Pilot 1: Pull up! Pull Up!

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Silo Network Security Codes

|======================| |MINUTEMAN XI - HOPEVILLE| |LAUNCH PROTOCOL 10.77 | |SECURITY CLEARANCE ALPHA | |======================| |EAM CLEARANCE: G 5 S S 1 8| |* * >> USAF DEFCON | |* * >> EXEC: 'BAGMAN' | |======================| |AUTH CODE: 0000000000 | |======================| |RESPONSE SCENARIO MX-CN91 | |ICBM RESPONSE/NUCLEAR | |BASE COMMAND EYES ONLY | |======================|

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Fort Constantine Launch Codes

|======================| |MINUTEMAN XI - CONSTANTINE| |LAUNCH PROTOCOL 10.77 | |SECURITY CLEARANCE ALPHA | |======================| |EAM CLEARANCE: G 5 S S 1 8| |* * >> USAF DEFCON | |* * >> EXEC:'BAGMAN' |======================| |AUTH CODE: 0000000000 | |======================| |RESPONSE SCENARIO MX-CN91 | |ICBM RESPONSE/NUCLEAR | |BASE COMMAND EYES ONLY | |======================|

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DEFCON Status - 2077

January 28th 2077 16:32: ANCHORAGE ALL CLEAR **DEFCON3**

October 23rd 2077 00:03: COMPACFLT REPORTS 3 USOS OFF CALIF COAST, JCS ADVISE

October 23rd 2077 03:37: USAF HAS EYES ON SQUADRON OF AIRPLANES (POSS. CHINESE) AT HIGH ATTITUDE OFF BERING STRAIGHT

October 23rd 2077 09:13: IONDS REPORTS 4 PROBABLE LAUNCHES **DEFCON 2**

October 23rd 2077 09:17: NORAD CONFIRMS BIRDS IN AIR **DEFCON1**

October 23rd 2077 09:26: AUTHENTICATED ORDER -- RESPONSE SCENARIO MX-CN91 -- REPEAT MX-CN91

October 23rd 2077 09:42: PENNSYLVANIA, NEW YORK -- CONFIRM STRIKE

October 23rd 2077 09:47: OFFLINE - OFFLINE - OFFLINE

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Elder Roger Maxson's Final Radio Communication to Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy

Elder Roger Maxson: Lizzy. Takano says the satellite's failing. So this is it.

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: Elder, I'm not ready for this. Can't the Scribes do anything about it?

Elder Roger Maxson: No. The infrastructure of the Old World is failing. You are the absolute best second-in-command I've ever had the pleasure of working with. Now is the time for you to be in charge, Lizzy. I know you're up for it. I know you won't let your men down.

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: Roger, we don't have the men for the mission. The Bravos just keep coming.

Elder Roger Maxson: Then find new men. Think outside the playbook.

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: Elder, you trust the outsiders too readily. They will betray you.

Elder Roger Maxson: You, too, Paladin? Everyone around me keeps saying shut the world out, only look out for ourselves. Even my goddam son. But the Brotherhood alone can't rebuild what's lost. We need them. Hell, our whole plan is for them.

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: I'm not thinking of some far off future, Elder. I'm worried about today. And tomorrow. We're fighting non-stop to keep the Bravos contained. I can't afford a weak link.

Elder Roger Maxson: I trust your judgment. If our Scribes find anything new, I'll see if we can get word to you somehow. And Lizzy...

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Elder Roger Maxson's Radio Communication to Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy - The Nuclear Option

Elder Roger Maxson: Is this urgent, Lizzy?

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: Elder. I've read Scribe Takano's reports. I've talked with Grant a lot, too-

Elder Roger Maxson: Spit it out.

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: The Sonic Generators work but there's just too many Sierra Bravos. This strategy of ours, it's just delaying the inevitable.

Elder Roger Maxson: You're not giving up on me?

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: No. Of course not. But I think we may need something bigger. More final.

Elder Roger Maxson: Go on.

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: One of the squires on patrol found a nuclear silo. Still functional.

Elder Roger Maxson: What? Even you, Lizzy? Are you out of your god-damned mind? Look around. Look at everything. The death, the destruction, the End of the World. That came from the nukes.

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: But if we don't deal with the Bravos once and for all, they could kill everyone. All life on this continent. That's what Takano said, right?

Elder Roger Maxson: There will always be a reason to use a weapon. Always. But nukes? Never again. I'd mothball the whole technology if I could. Am I clear?

Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy: Yes, Elder.

Elder Roger Maxson: I consider this matter resolved. I don't want to talk about it again. Maxson out.

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Elder Roger Maxson's Radio Communication - Preservation of Technology

Elder Roger Maxson: Congratulations, Appalachia. Paladin Taggerdy told me of your victory at Huntersville. I know it was costly, but future generations will thank you. As I'm thanking you now. It makes me proud. But that's not why I'm calling.

One of the Brotherhood's standing orders is being on the look out for valuable technology. Anything that would help us in our efforts. But as I look in every direction I see chaos. The lights are out, and men have become little better than barbarians. Civilization. Civilization is something I think of every day. I know Lizzy's probably sick of the word by now.

To rebuild that. To reclaim that. Our successors are going to need the secrets of the past. And those secrets are in danger of slipping through our fingers forever. So far our Scribes have been tools to help protect our Knights and maintain our bases. That needs to change. The Brotherhood is going to be more than an armed fighting force, we're going to be guardians of civilization.

So we have to grab every schematic, every holotape, every book, and every goddamned note that holds the building blocks of the Old World before it's too late. Our Scribes will hold onto them, preserve them, perhaps even progress beyond them. And the Knights will protect them. Like a hard shell around a precious seed. One day, when the time is right, that seed will grow. And a new civilization will be born.

This... This is why we were born, don't you see it? Helping your fellow man is a good goal, a soldier's goal. But this... We will be the catalyst that changes the world. I'm sure you have questions, Paladin Taggerdy is fully briefed. I have every faith in you, Appalachia. Elder Maxson out.

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Elder Roger Maxson's Radio Communication to Paladin Elizabeth Taggerdy - About the Brotherhood

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: Thank you, Captain. It's just us.

Roger Maxson: Lizzy. What's on your mind?

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: A Brotherhood of Steel? What's that even mean? The men over here are confused.

Roger Maxson: We need to do something bold. We can't just stay the US Army. What's going to happen, and this is only a matter of time, is some general, or some goddamned politician is going to exit a Vault and start ordering us around. And worse they'll order some grunt to start the whole damned cycle again. Another wave of nuclear death. And if that's not enough they'll do it again. You know they will, Lizzy. It ends with us. We won't let them.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: I... I understand. But a Brotherhood? Knights? I'm supposed to call you, what, Elder?

Roger Maxson: Words have power, Lizzy. They build identity. They take on a meaning if you keep using them, even if it didn't exist to begin with. It was the Knights and Scribes after the fall of Rome that protected what was left of Western civilization. So we are the new Knights and our role is similar. But we'll need more than names. We'll need new traditions, our own, well, mythology. Something people can believe to their core.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: Is this necessary?

Roger Maxson: What else can I do? Declare myself President? Make you a Senator? Look around. Something's killing us more than the rads and freaks out there. Depression. People have lost everyone. Every goddam soul. Wives, kids, loved ones, heck even the mailman. We need to replace it with something otherwise people's souls will wither. We'll be little more than walking dead men.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: I'll do my best to see the orders carried out, sir.

Roger Maxson: Give it time, Lizzy. People have a hunger to believe in something. Just let them work their way to it.

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Roger Maxson's Radio Communication - Formation of the Brotherhood of Steel

Doctor Hailey Takano: Appalachia online, Captain.

Roger Maxson: I know most of you love America. The good old red, white, and blue. But those of us that served at Mariposa know something. America failed. Not because its citizens, who lived clean lives filled with hardship in a never ending war. And certainly not because of its fighting men and women. God bless them. No, its leaders failed us. Senators, Generals, Presidents, all those bastards. Their failure almost destroyed all mankind.

But I look around here and I see survivors. People too stubborn, too damned ornery to die. We've fought and we've endured and finally we have a small patch of safety. But having a home isn't enough. We need something more. What we need is... purpose. But we cannot look to the America of old for that purpose. We have to build our own.

So tonight, as we break bread together, let us forge together something new. Something strong. Something we can be proud of. Something we can build upon. We'll preserve what's best of what's come before and use it. And one day, we will reclaim what was lost. Let us forge a Brotherhood of Steel.

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Roger Maxson's Radio Communication to Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy

October 29th 2077 Corporal Johnny Moreno: Trying band... AH-13. Lieutenant! I got something!

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: I can't make anything out.

Corporal Johnny Moreno: Sorry. Working on it.

Roger Maxson: Maxson to Appalachia. I repeated, this is Captain Roger Maxson.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: Give that to me.

Roger Maxson: Seeking any...

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: Lieutenant Taggerdy here. Captain? It's you?

Roger Maxson: Lizzy? Damn, it's good to hear a friendly voice.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: Captain. I heard... I heard you're a traitor.

Roger Maxson: Traitor? If disobeying unconscionable orders makes you a traitor, then I suppose I am. Lizzy, I'm glad you're alive but I need to find someone in Appalachia. Someone dependable.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: That's where I am. The Thunder was running war games against some jarheads.

Roger Maxson: They still in one piece? By god, Lizzy. This... This is good news.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: Roger, you're a traitor. I could be court-martialled even talking to you.

Roger Maxson: Look around, Lizzy. The Army's gone. America's fallen. I know you have questions, but we need to talk. There are things I learned at Mariposa. I got a scientist with me... Doctor Takano. We'll set up a secure channel. I'll answer all your questions, then.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: Captain...

Roger Maxson: Lizzy, you know me. We need to talk.

Lieutenant Elizabeth Taggerdy: We'll monitor this band. Taggerdy out.

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June's Journal - Page 5

Happy 240th birthday to me.

At least I didn't have to spend it alone. I met a couple of survivors, Javier and Lucia, who found their way into Concord. A classic couple on the run. They seem a little road-weary, but in the Wasteland, it'd be more worrying if they weren't. The last thing you want to be, or meet, is someone who's a little too comfortable.

That's not to say Javier isn't a strange one. Despite obviously being hungry, he wouldn't eat a bite of my cooking, although I guess I can't blame him. Overall, I can't complain about the company, no matter what form it takes. More importantly, it turns out he's from D.C., which means home is still out there, somewhere.

Maybe it's nothing. But maybe it's the universe giving me a swift kick in the pants. Either way, I'm ready. It's time to go back to D.C. To home.

I've arranged to hitch a ride with a small caravan heading south. I have to find out what happened to my family.

We're heading out in a week, and I'm leaving the bunker to Javier and Lucia. I know it's stupid to leave this place to strangers, but I can't just sit here and wait to die. I have to know what happened.

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June's Journal - Page 4

What a New Year's. Not the most miserable I've experienced since the bombs fell. That was the day my skin fell off.

It started with a hangnail of all things. I yanked that small little strip, and nearly tore the skin off my hand. It wasn't until later that I realized the really scary part. Half my hand was exposed, and there wasn't any pain.

It seems I'm not the only one of my kind either. I met a traveling merchant who had news from the area, and knowledge about the other cities. As I feared, bombs also hit D.C.

So much time has passed, I'd pretty much given up all hope. But if I'm still alive, maybe they are too.