#vault 114

[gimmethatsweetroll]

And Nick remained unfazed.

[dappercyborg]

Hey Todd I’ve got a question, if vault tec dropped the bombs, why are there unfinished vaults?

Like it makes sense if they had no control and the USA or China did it but if vault tec had full control of the time line why are 114 and 88 not finished,

114 was in the final stages of construction it just needed the fittings and furniture that’s a huge waste of time and money if they never intended to use it,

and 88 had its tunnelling done and had its reactor delivered that’s not a small experience

Make it make sense todd,

also you nuked shady sands in 2277 but new vegas takes place in 81 and people talk about it as the capital and not a crater todd

[purkinje-effect]

I've been compiling data this year on Fallout's Metro sculptures that appear in Fallout 4. I started to wonder just how many there were, so I armed myself with GECK and started a head count! Working with @calder on this reference has been lovely.

There are four sections. 1. A density map for the Commonwealth map to show where most Metro sculptures exist, isolated by their type. 2. A list of many high-density areas with photos documenting their arrangement in the location. 3. A list of every single Metro sculpture, sorted by type, with a photo, its cell coordinates, and form ID. 4. A comparison of some Financial District asset discrepancies depending on whether you're loaded inside or outside Goodneighbor.

Feel free to use this data for any of your Fallout lore research or projects. Definitely @ me if you post anything that uses it. I'm very interested to see what the fandom might extrapolate based off my findings!

[elementaryvalentine]

I don't think Nick Valentine fans talk about his time in Vault 114 enough

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He showed up looking for someone, got beaten unconscious by that someone, and then was (probably dragged (I can't imagine he's super lightweight) up several flights of stairs) locked in the overseer's office

With only overseer interview holotapes (one of which is of a guy who calls himself "Soupcan" (who got the job)) and fucking Dino for company

For two weeks

D'ya think he played with the bobblehead?

Memorized every word on the holotapes?

Played tic-tac-toe against himself?

I wanna know how Nick Valentine, Synth Detective, deals with boredom

[veshialles]

A daring rescue

[theartofblossoming]

Vincent, Undefined

Chapter 5: Detected

Vincent

We arrived at Park Street Station, following Ellie's directions. I had a nagging feeling that I needed to buy a ticket as I stepped through the door, remembered I was two centuries too late for any train and saw the escalators sloping down. Some guy who sounded like he smoked way too much was complaining that the boss should have shot Valentine, not locked him up, so I knew we were in the right place.

More triggermen. Keep this up and I'm gonna need a genuine Silver Shroud outfit…

MacCready

A subway station. Why'd it have to be a blasted subway station? I grit my teeth, feel the warm solidity of the duct-taped-together stock of my rifle next to my chest and will my hands not to shake...

Read the complete chapter here!

Remember to leave a comment, thankyou!

[kittinkanin]

Time to kick som mob ass and rescue our favourite detective.

[thewookieruns]

Yeehawgust Day 12: Wanted Dead or Alive

The last month had been hell for Captain Erich Richardson. He had been awoken from cryo freeze after watching the murder of his wife and abduction of his infant son by two mysterious figures. He had re-awoken and had abandoned Vault 111, hardly daring to check for any other survivors. His first view of of the Commonwealth Wasteland had been as harsh as the blinding sunlight when he exited the vault. He had found his old robotic butler, Codsworth, outside the remnants of the home he and his wife had begun to build before the nuclear apocalypse had struck. Guided to a nearby town, he had a run in with the local wildlife and a group of settlers trying to find a home. That had been the first of the many adventures and misadventures in the ruins of Boston on the quest to find his son.

And Erich looked like hell as well; his face was gaunt and haggard from many sleepless nights, nights where he was haunted by the replay of that day. His beard had grown long, the length of his collarbones. Several new cuts and bruises peppered his body. But there was a steely fire in eyes, one that often made those who came into wandered into his path give him a wide berth.

Several of the freshest wounds had come from his most recent escapade. He had been asked by one of the citizens of Diamond City, a city built within the ruins of Fenway Park, to find the city’s resident private eye, Nick Valentine. The task had taken him into another vault, Vault 114. While the experience of having to be in another vault had been traumatic, the shock of who NIck Valentine had kind of overtaken that. Nick was a synth, an artificial humanoid, but with several differences; the main one being that he was made of metal, plastic, and electronics. Nick did explain that there were other synths out there in the Commonwealth that were indistinguishable from a human. Nick and these synths came from an organization who had become the boogeyman of the Commonwealth: the Institute.

And now, Erich sat in the office of Nick Valentine, telling the synth his life story. “It was.., horrible. I just… I watched them…” Erich’s voice cracked, and he had to stop.

“It’s okay, my friend.” Nick replied, his voice soft. “Just… take your time. When you have a moment, let’s go through what you can remember.”

After composing himself, Erich continued. “There was… a woman. She was dressed in what looked like scientist scrubs. She was the one who actually activated the cryo pod and took Shaun.”

“Could you describe this woman?” Nick probed. Erich’s eyes closed and his face screwed in concentration.

“Nn… No. Her back was turned to me, and she had some sort of mask on as well.” He replied to the synthetic man.

“Okay… well, I can’t think of many places here in the Commonwealth where they would wear something like that… Hmmm…” the detective mused. “I wonder… Can you describe the man? It sounds like he’s a little more prominent in this situation.”

Erich’s eyes opened. “Very easily. He was about my height. Well built. Bald, with stubble. He was wearing a leather jacket, with some armor pieces. Huge scar across the left side of his face. And he had… a .44 Magnum. That’s… That’s what he used.” The Sole Survivor responded, quickly and decisively. Nick’s artificial yellow eyes widened.

“I think I actually know who that man is. That sounds a lot like Conrad Kellogg. He owns a house in the Mid Stands. And… he had a young boy with him. Could be your son.” the synth replied, the shocked look still on his face.

Erich stood up abruptly. “Well, then what are we waiting for? Let’s go get this son of a bitch.”

The Sole Survivor and the detective left the agency, and made their way through the city. Looking around furtively, Nick and Erich approached the door. Erich tried the handle.

“Locked.” he muttered angrily.

“Here, let me try something.” Nick responded. The synth knelt down in front of the door and pulled a bobby pin and screwdriver out of his pocket. He began attempting to pick the lock. Erich kept lookout, nervously fingering the grips of his pistol in its holster. After several minutes, the lock still hadn’t budged. “Damn.” Nick muttered. “Well, I guess the only thing we can do is try and get the key from the mayor’s secretary. She’s the one in charge of housing contracts in the city.” Erich nodded, jaw clenched.

The two made their way to the mayor’s office in silence, each wrapped up in his own thoughts. After a heartfelt plea, Geneva, the mayor’s secretary, finally relented and gave Erich the key. His hand was shaking as he slid the key into the lock and opened the door to Kellogg’s house.

“You know what, Nick? Dead or alive, Kellogg is gonna tell us everything.”

(Sorry this took so long tonight!)