Thang

Fallout: Vault Dwellers

Fallout: Vault Dwellers

Here's a simple premise:

We're all inhabitants of Vault 72 (non-canon), just going about our daily routines as we always do; just like our parents before us, and their parents before them, and their parents' parents before that and so on.

The Vault was assigned no experiment, and its full control has always been in the hands of the Overseers. There's nothing sinister going on, no one is dying, nothing is breaking, no one is trying to massacre everyone.

It's just a Vault, and we're the inhabitants. Going about our daily routines as we always do.

Until one of the players gets bored of course, and sets things in motion.

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Vault 72

Welcome to Vault 72, where the water tastes like a surgeon's scalpel, and where the air is always steadfastly purified. Allow me to take you for a walk around our facilities.

Caverns

Like many Vaults, Vault 72 is safely tucked away underground. A series of small caverns lead to the front door, and these are considered dangerous areas - occupied by radroaches and other vermin. Very few personnel ever go beyond the door, and those that do, do so only in the most dire of circumstances.

To open the door requires written, verbal and recorded permission from the Overseer.

Entrance

The entrance to the vault is guarded at all times by security personnel hand picked by the Overseer for their mental stability, and steadfast loyalty to those they have sworn to protect. It is here that the main elevator is located, that leads down to the lower levels.

Living Quarters 1, 2 and 3

The first three floors you would come across from the surface, contain Living Quarters 1, 2 and 3. Though compact, each Living Quarters offers an individual (or martial pairing) their very own room for privacy. Although overcrowding has been an issue in the past, the transformation of two storage levels into Living Quarters 2 and 3 has greatly alleviated the problem.

All rooms come with ensuite showers, and display monitors hooked up to Vault 72's entertainment and news network!

Maintenance Storage Level 4

Initially designated as the original Living Quarters 2 in the Vault's schematics, level 4 has since been reassigned as a storage centre for maintenance and engineering supplies. Power tools, nuts and bolts, cables, welders, angle grinders - this room has it all.

Being that much of level 4's inventory could be potentially dangerous if someone were to abuse it, the level is watched constantly by a dedicated section of security personnel. Only engineers, or those with explicit permission from the Overseer, may walk around here freely.

Remember, think safety! Think suspect! If you see a shady character walking around this area, alert the nearest Security Officer immediately!

Leisure Centre, Level 5

Bored? Gaining too much weight from all that protein mix? Why not have a crack at Vault 72's very own Leisure Centre?

Equipped with gym equipment, playing cards and table tennis paddles, the Leisure Centre is guaranteed to work out that building tension on your shoulders. Don't get carried away now though! Damaging the equipment will create a loss that even our engineers can't replace.

Security and Command, Level 6

The Vault's nerve centre, and final level. Here the Vault's security personnel sleep, train, and monitor the facility 24/7 via the cameras placed throughout. Fittingly, this is also where the Vault keeps its few weapons, which are guarded closely and require an insane amount of red tape to get hold of - unless a crisis is on going, of course.

The Overseer's Office is also on this floor. It is from here, that he or she commands the vault. Control of the facility's various functions, such as water and air purification, is also housed on this level.

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Important Fluff

• The year is 2277.
• Only the Overseer knows where the Vault is actually located.
• There are no problems currently affecting the Vault.
• No one really has a current interest in going anywhere, any time soon.
• There are plenty of NPCs around, making up the rest of Vault 72's inhabitants. Use and abuse at will.

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Rules!

• All players have equal control over the plot's direction; let the battle, or non-battle as the case may be, BEGIN!
• No arguments, unless they're about how awesome I am.
• Write as much and as little as you want.
• Post whenever you want, but DO NOT let any players you may have interacted with, get stuck on waiting for your reply.

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Character Sheet

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Occupation: Only one Overseer, but he/she is playable. Otherwise, pick anything. Security Officer, Technician, Vermin Control, Cook etc etc

Brief Bio: Your life has been confined to the Vault, I doubt you've got that much to say.

Personality: Brave? Adventurous? Smart? Dumb? Romantic? Cold? All that stuff.

Skills: Guns? Power tools? Computer science? Medicine? ORTHOPAEDICS?

ODST: Survive

@mrambo90 Accepted.

DayZ: Genesis (Closed)

Excuse me, I don't mean to be a pain but, are you excepting people? I am quite intrested in this roleplay and would like to take part in this if it's fine with you fine gentlemen/women.

@Carson

Come on in; I'm not sure if it'll ever get off the ground though. It's struggled with interest :/

EDIT: In fact, I'm going to close it unfortunately. It was a good boat, but nobody invested.

Maybe It'll make a comeback further down the line, after I get some more street cred as a competent GM.

ODST: Survive

1st Lieutenant Horatio Grainer



Four miles east of the northern pelican crash site, island two. Engaging Covenant Patrol.

Horatio did his best to muffle his feeble moans, as he attempted to stand on his knees in the shrubbery. His left leg was certainly out for the count, and leaning on it was starting to create spots in his vision. Quietly, he switched to his right knee, though this unaccustomed stance left him feeling a little off balance.

The Type-25's engines dulled their noise, just as the drop ship's sides opened to reveal a set course menu of Covenant. Six grunts, and one big ugly bastard of an Elite. They hit the ground running, spreading out over the area and checking for hostiles. Horatio remained perfectly still, his M7S poised directly towards the greatest threat: the Elite. He had no hope of downing his target, let alone the six grunts that muttered to each other in their various clown dialects. Still, if he was discovered, then he'd go down fighting.

Just like so many others.

A few minutes passed as the patrol continued to check the drop pod's parameter. The Type-25 had slowly started to ascend, obviously having received orders to head elsewhere, but its payload stayed behind. Horatio had managed to steady his breathing to a point that his chest no longer burned with each inhale and exhale, but his heart had picked its pace up by a thousand or so knots, and each reverberating beat was proving a small agony.

The Elite said something untelligble, in a loud and casual fashion; it obviously wasn't expecting danger. The grunts rounded on their leader, and the group set upon the drop pod. They poked, prodded, chuckled and snorted. Whatever they were up to was beyond Horatio's meagre understanding of the Covenant's cultural habits, but their actions weren't beyond his military prowess.

He could end this situation here and now, with a good serving of maximum force and a dollop of surprise. The Type-25 finally lifted, and hummed off towards the south, convincing the 1st Lieutenant that his plan bore some merit.

Keeping his M7S poised at his foe with his right hand, his left fell to his waistline, and relieved it of two frag grenades. Needing both hands, he set the M7S down gently on the grass beneath him, and quietly primed the two grenades. Horatio let them cook for a few seconds, and then chucked both of them in quick succession towards the drop pod. He wasn't the greatest thrower, but the explosives landed near enough to where he needed them.

A grunt looked down at its feet and screamed; the Elite turned with a snarl, but uttered a curse just before the burst of fire and shrapnel tore through the Covenant patrol.

Horatio scrambled for his M7S, and peered down the sights at a cloud of blue sparkling electricity that stood out from the chaos like a sore thumb; he depressed the trigger. The Elite's shield, already weakened by the blasts, sparked and spluttered in short order. Thanks to Horatio's silenced weapon, the Elite had little idea of where its attacker was shooting from, and resolved to fire its plasma rifle in a circle; trees exploded into bark fragments and the ground was glassed, but the ODST was safe. No plasma came his way.

Horatio kept firing, and finally the Elite's shield gave way, allowing a salvo of rounds to hit it straight in the chest. The alien fell backwards, blood trailing shortly behind. A couple of grunts, survivors of Horatio's grenade salvo, started running off into the trees. Horatio ejected the magazine in his weapon, and quickly reloaded; he sent a trio of bursts towards one of the grunts, and saw it collapse forwards into the grass. However, the second survivor had made the safety of the trees.

Horatio made to pursue his fleeing enemy, but he fell forwards immediately with an echoing curse. He'd forgotten his left leg.

ODST: Survive

<Snipped quote by Remipa Awesome>

Many people want to be snipers. It's also funny since I heard that those anti materiel rifles were not commonly found during normal ground operations, let alone in a situation where the ODSTs were dropped during an emergency evacuation setting. I was expecting more Shotguns and the glorified scoped M6Gs.

@VKAllen

It's a known human behavioural pattern that has transcended the generations.

Everyone below a certain age just loves sniper rifles.

Never understood the fascination myself; I'm more of a run in and shoot people in the face type.

With regards to whether we have too many, or whether there should be that many, I don't think it matters much. Not really. Not in a free RP, anyway.

ODST: Survive

I got bored, here's some concept art of our characters. I couldn't match the weapons completely, but I did pretty good. Also, your funky camo got overwritten by the standard ODST armour colours.

But still, your character now exists beyond the realms of text :P

Team Photo

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ODST: Survive

Hunter Monroe

@Remipa Awesome

Accepted!

ODST: Survive

@Thang
So I have been looking for a way to fix the character, and all the sites I use don't have the option. Could we just say the same color or something or would you like me to keep looking?

@Remipa Awesome

You could just use text to describe your character? I'm sure it'll be an easy task for someone with 814 posts in 110 days, surely?

I'm just concerned that new players might see the picture, and get the wrong idea.

ODST: Survive

Wait. Are we starting already.

@Aliencow

Yup. I figured the time was ripe.

Point of Departure: World War II

Yay! Interest! <3

Oooh, go for it, Thang. I like the idea. If you're going off of our timeline, Rommel just pulled out of Tobruk, I believe.

@Queen Raidne

That's correct.

I'll need to brush up on my knowledge, but the core stuff is there.

I need a Germany who is willing to give me lots and lots of tanks. And fuel. And also to back a plan that involves going after some oil fields in the Middle East. Forget Russia; it's a bad idea. Just withdraw, tell Stalin it was a big misunderstanding, he'll understand.

Also, if Italy doesn't want to be so bloomin' hapless this time around, that'd be great.

Thanks for accepting my idea; I'll begin work pronto. :D