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Gen Prompt: Black Mountain Radio
Date: 2012-03-22 06:06 pm (UTC)Does the courier or perhaps Vulpes or an NCR trooper decide to use it for propaganda for their side of choice?
Does No-Bark find it wile chasing a fire gecko for his secrets and decides to enlighten the Mojave on the subject of commie ghosts?
Does 3 dog use his awesomeness to teleport to the Mojave and begin annoying the masses singing the praises of the courier now?
Perhaps the courier freed Raul and he decided that instead of going home he has a pretty sweet set up with the super mutants gone?
Do you have an idea?
Multifills as always are welcome, because it's such a shame to see A perfectly good radio station go to waste.
Re: Gen Prompt: Black Mountain Radio
Date: 2012-03-22 09:40 pm (UTC)Re: Gen Prompt: Black Mountain Radio
Date: 2012-03-23 07:48 am (UTC)Exitus Acta Probat [1/1]
Date: 2014-07-23 03:54 am (UTC)Erin looks up from the reloading bench she’s currently working at, and stares dumbfounded at the radio. She thought it was off.
“You putresce in your own decaying towns, reaping filth from filth and calling it progress when the only thing you really accomplish is burying yourself further in profligate feces.”
She wipes the grease from her hands on a dirty rag and walks to the shelf it’s perched on, turning up the volume. Black Mountain Radio’s gotten weirder- if that’s possible.
“You, foul excuse for human life, are rotting away, a slave to your addictions and those with more pre-war trash jingling in their pockets than you. What a pathetic existence.”
Erin’s mouth is hanging open, but she shuts it when she swallows. “...Is that Vulpes?”
The radio answers, “There is, however, hope for you yet, profligate. You could have purpose serving the son of a god... serving the Legion.”
“Yeah, that’s Vulpes.” she says to herself, though ED-E beeps in acknowledgement.
“There are those who say we are monsters, ripping swaths of corpses across the Wasteland, and to that, I say: Exitus acta probat.”
“The results justify the means...” Courier Six murmurs, staring at the radio like she might see the legionary if she squints hard enough. “Doesn’t he know not everybody speaks Latin?”
“The Legion’s cause is noble: unity. You long to serve a noble cause, to make something of your worthless life? Here is your chance. Come, profligate, to Cottonwood Cove, to Nelson, to Hoover Dam. Serve a worthy master. Serve Caesar.”
The white noise hangs for a moment before it cuts to static, then a string of Latin, which freaks her out a little, so she turns the radio off, and sets a map marker for Black Mountain Radio.
It’s just a holotape, playing on repeat, as if she expected anything else. She considers taking it off the air. She doesn’t. Instead, she leaves a Legion coin next to the microphone- one with her face on it- and walks on.
Exitus Acta Probat [1/1 TAGS]
Date: 2014-07-23 03:56 am (UTC)Tags: F!Courier, Vulpes Inculta, Gen. Summary: When Tabitha leaves, Black Mountain Radio goes off the air. Then, it comes back on.
Re: Exitus Acta Probat [1/1]
Date: 2014-10-25 10:18 am (UTC)Re: Exitus Acta Probat [1/1]
Date: 2016-05-27 12:04 pm (UTC)