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For Auld Lang Syne
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For Auld Lang Syne
If Bethesda and Amazon put half as much love and attention to detail into Fallout as this magnificent work of art. We'd have three new Fallout games and a 100 episode series worth watching.
Arcade Gannon bleeding out under the cut 😞 enclave remnants stuff
Don’t Forget, Just Like Bisexuality Is Meta, Power Armor is Gay Pride(Warning this is Coming from the biased view of a gay and ace man)(Me not the video)
HELLO PEOPLE OF THE COMMONWEALTH!!! I BLESS YOU WITH…MORE LORE OF KAL! Trigger warning for sadism, electric chair usage, manipulation, torture, corrupt government officials, and like…one hell of a god complex.
This entails the Low Karma ending of her arc where she actually returns to the Enclave and becomes the next president. This is the og lore post for those who wanna read it. >:3 https://www.tumblr.com/kamurawaffles5684/761662039618945024/hello-people-of-the-commonwealth-i-bless-you
HELLO PEOPLE OF THE COMMONWEALTH!!! I bless you with Kal’s lore, at long last. (Preferably read this with Now That’s Sacred by Jack Conte or
Authorz Note: this isn’t intended to be erotic but the way Kal does react could be considered that way. Kal is VERY sadistic in this Low Karma situation. It makes her feel like a god, almost. Essentially, she has a dominance/power complex.
Also if Stephen sees this…uhh hi there pookster. I am totally not going to collapse inward from sheer embarrassment not a chance not a single bit hehe
I’m so sorry ;0;
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[ JANUARY 17TH | 22XX]
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It was the fall of 2286. Kal had plans. Big plans. She was going to bring the Enclave back. And better than when President Eden was in power. She would create the best possible government to ever exist in this godforsaken commonwealth. But to do that, she needed answers… Answers from Nick Valentine. About the Institute. She knew that someone had reached out to him. Someone looking for their baby. And they told him how to get to the institute. But that was years ago. The person themselves had become a recluse. A myth. Kal knew it would be impossible to find that person, so she resorted to Nick. But just how would she investigate him? That was the “fun” part of this whole operation.
It was Midnight. Everything in Diamond City was closed down. Even Nick’s detective agency. But lucky for Kal, she knew how to break in. Quietly, she picked the lock with a hairpin she had used to keep her hair up, sliding inside. The dark room concealed her bulky form. With a bat in her hand, she knocked over something in his office, waiting for Nick to walk out.
Nick, walking out with his pistol drawn and his work attire askew and otherwise replaced with comfier clothes, looked around, his goldenrod yellow eyes piercing the darkness. “Ellie? You home, kiddo?” He called out into the darkness, walking towards where Kal was, his back turned towards her. Jumping out, Kal slammed the bat into the back of his metal head, making a small dent in the material, coolant spilling out of the cracks that held the faceplates on his head slightly in response to the hit. Knocked out cold, he crumpled to the ground, dropping his gun, his eyes flickering off. Kal had done it. The first part of her plan had been completed…
Hours Passed…it was daylight. Kal had dragged Nick to the remnants of the Atlantic Offices. She had picked up a few things from one of the old Medical Centers around the commonwealth to create a makeshift electric chair, the main electrical component being four defibrillators connected to a power box controlled by a dial, which thus controlled the amount of watts she could output at a time, the max power being about 1200 volts, each of the defibrillators going up to 3000 volts. As Nick awoke, he was tied to the chair, straining against the handcuffs she bound him to. “Ah, good. You’re awake…” Kal emerged from the darkness of the room, her power armor gleaming against the light, her helmet off. Her hulking form stood over him, holding the electrical box in her hands. “So, Nicholas…do you know why you’re here?” Kal’s voice rang out like a death bell.
“Kal…? Where the hell are we, kid? A-and why am I…” A small volt of electricity ran through his body, causing him to wince.
“Answer the question, Nick…” Kal prompted, her hand slipping from the power dial.
“I…I don’t know. What the hell are you planning? Some kinda interrogation?” Nick asked, voice slightly still pained.
“Exactly, Nicholas…” Kal chuckled…it was a deep, gentle, haughty, and yet all the while sinister chuckle. One that could easily either make someone feel hot and bothered, or in this situation, make their stomach drop and have bile rise to the back of their throat. “I am here to interrogate you…now…tell me…Where is the Institute.”
“What are you talking about…? I don’t know where that is and you—!” Nick would get cut off by another shock, straining against the chair.
“Oh but you do, Nicholas. I know you do…and if you keep lying to me, this little dial I have will keep shocking you…over…and over…and over…until you say the truth…so if I were you…I would start spilling the truth right about now before your internal circuits and hardware to fry to beyond their repair…and the more you keep lying…the higher I’ll set the voltage…this is currently 80 volts…just a small shock for you…but deadly to people…now…I won’t ask again…Where. Is. The. Institute?” Kal held the power box in her hands still, lightly touching the dial, as if she was caressing it. Her smile was sinister as she looked down at Nick, her XO2 power armor moving as she shifted her weight slightly, as if she was having fun with the idea of torturing Nick for answers.
“I-I don’t know…I don’t know, Kal!” Another volt of electricity. It left Nick panting, his fingers and feet twitching involuntarily, his head bowed and his eyes dimmer than before.
“That was 100 volts, Nicholas…keep lying…and there will be more than just that…” Kal said coolly, circling Nick like a vulture would circle its prey.
“…I told you…I told you I don’t know!” Another shock. This time leaving him groaning, almost screaming in pain, his limbs trying to fail about against the handcuffs.
“120 volts…are you sure you don’t know…? Because a little birdie told me something completely different…” Kal was completely enjoying this…it was almost like she was overjoyed and pleased to hear Nick struggle…to hear him try and keep face while he got electrocuted.
“No…I’m sure…I’m sure—“ Nick was cut off by another shock.
“140 volts…” Kal sang, a smile plastered on her face.
“I’m…telling the truth, Kal! Please…stop this, kid! You’re crazy!”
Kal’s anger seeped into the way she shocked Nick the next time…instead of it being 160 volts this time around, it was 200 volts. “Mm…200 volts…and I am not crazy, Nicholas…oh no…you’re the one who’s crazy…lying to me…the one who’s in power…the one who could easily end your life…right here…right now…just by the turn of a dial…now…are you going to behave, or will I need to keep shocking you until you bleed so much coolant that your circuits catch on fire the next time you try to lie?” Kal leaned in close to Nick, grabbing his chin with her hand…the metal of her power armor was freezing cold. Her grip was as strong as a boa’s grasp. It make Nick’s artificial skin crawl.
“I won’t tell you…tell you anything…!” Nick gritted his teeth as Kal held his chin. Her hand slinked away. He braced for another shock. He threw his head back as it hit him, yelling out in pain. His limbs moved without his permission, splaying out and flailing as best as they could as they were tied to the chair.
“300 volts…Nicky.” Kal taunted, laughing as he yelled. She nearly oozed pleasure at the sight of his pain. This was fun for her…a game, to be exact. She clicked the dial back, making the electrical shocks stop.
“No…no I can’t..i would betray them…” another shock. A scream. A laugh of pure, sadistic joy.
“That’s 400 volts…and…who would you betray…?” Kal prompted, smiling.
“Nobody who’s important…” another shock. Nick could feel his synthetic veins scream in pain…Kal nearly fell over laughing from the agony Nick was in.
“500 volts…who is it, Nick…tick tock…”
Another lie, another shock…600 volts…700 volts…800 volts…900 volts…1000 volts…Nick was screaming in pain by now, his hands gripping the chair and his entire body heaving in agony.
“Ok…ok fine I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!…just…just please…please stop…stop…I’ll tell you…I’ll tell you where it is…” Nick pleaded, coolant dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“Good…you’re complying after all that time…what a waste of a good fusion core…” Kal turned the dial down, switching the mechanism off completely.
“It…it was a client who told me…someone who wanted to find their son…they…they found out through Virgil…a-an old Institute Scientist..and then told me…just in case if I ever wanted to go back…” Nick said breathlessly, squeezing his eyes shut from the smaller waves of pain the electric shocks gave him. “You…you can find the mechanism at the old Mass Fusion building…top floor…”
“Anything else, Nicholas…? Y’know…you’ve been a valuable asset to my cause…I should use that to my advantage…now…tell me…just how much circuitry do you have inside of you…and don’t lie this time…you know what happens when you lie…” Kal chided, circling him again, leaning his body forward to access the panel on his back.
“Why…why should I tell you? For all you know…I could be rigged to explode with one of those wires…” Nick shot back, trying to keep his sarcastic tone from showing his genuine fear of what was to come.
“I know you’re not rigged to explode, Nicholas…so don’t try and play the jokester with me…it won’t end well for you…” Kal hummed, opening the panel on Nick’s back.
“What are you doing…” Nick froze as he felt Kal’s slender fingers run across the wires and components inside him, feeling that her power armor’s gloves were off by how nimble and small her fingers seemed. “No…stop…stop it…I won’t let you reprogram me…”
“Oh…but you will…you have no power here, Nicholas.” Kal chuckled again, finding the right wire to disconnect his internals so she could reprogram him.
“No…no stop! Kal please don’t do this…don’t do this to me…I-i have a life now! What would Ellie do if I was gone…? What would you do?” Nick panicked, feeling the slight tug of Kal beginning to unplug his systems.
“…Ellie is obsolete…and as for me…I have plans…very…big plans…” Kal pulled the wire.
“No—!” Nick cried out as he went offline, slumping against the chair, lifeless. He sat there, eyes open in fear and his mouth slightly parted. Gone.
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Fic where the Enclave remnants were in a polycule with Arcade's parents and they were just the most overbearing gang of parents imaginable but then they all break up when Arcade is a teenager and he's like the stereotypical divorced parents kid but there's five of them.
During For Auld Lang Syne Arcade's like "I guess they can help at Hoover Dam, but I really just want to stop having to go to five different places every time I want to talk to my parents."
FNV Minor Character Poll - Quarterfinal Round 5-B, Day 1
Left: Daisy Whitman, former Enclave pilot. —"Well, it's been a while since I've had my hands on the controls of a Vertibird. There's a chance I could crash us in the middle of Lake Mead - that place seems to attract aircraft, for some reason. But, if I'll get one more chance to fly, count me in."
Right: Beatrix Russell, hired guard at the Old Mormon Fort and potential sex worker at the Atomic Wrangler. —"I've been around a while. Currently working for the Followers as a gun for hire, but it's getting rather dull. Aside from protecting them from the occasional thug looking to intercept supply shipments, there isn't much to do around here. The one researcher I liked who I could chat up about liquor got transferred, and the rest of the docs are pretty uptight about my kind of fun."
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