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Chapter 15
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Verdant_Hatchling
"If anything, she's mine..."
Splat...
With a single, gory crunch, followed by a dull thud, as Desmond simply dropped his arms to his side, as drop after drop of blood pitter-pattered against the floor.
As he stood there motionless, he heard a voice he hadn’t heard yet, “Hello sir… I am Sergeant Esrin Demae, of the Brotherhood of Steel. Please identify yourself…”
This brought a grin to Desmond’s face, as he replied smugly, “Major General Desmond Scorch, of the United States Armed Forces. Are you associated with the ones that destroyed my home?”
This brought the figure some fear, as she spoke again, a slight quiver in her voice, “Oh, uhh, Mr. Scorch, yeah… We were instructed by Colonel Ellog to siege this base’s supply depot, but some creature interrupted us… I had to flee…” As she was speaking, she heard the familiar growl, as Big Red slowly approached Evelynn upon his back, as the soldier was suddenly quite aware of their presence.
“Were you possibly talking about this creature? Well… He happens to be my pet.” Desmond had an obstinate expression upon his face, as he slowly walked towards the soldier.
But, before he could take any action, Evelynn called out to him, “Come now, dear. Now isn’t the time to dwell upon this… We must hurry.” As she said this, she’d made her way to him, as she hugged his form, still naked, as she wrapped a robe around him, after having him crouch down for a moment.
This had calmed Desmond down quite a bit, as he lifted her within his arms, pointed towards Esrin, and asked simply, “Are you against us?”
“No, I won’t move against you sir… You are my superior, after all. I’ll be dutifully under your command, sir!” As Esrin had approached just a bit closer, she noticed the skull of mush that was on the ground, as the immense tiger to the side leapt onto the dead body, beginning to chow down on the deceased soldier.
“That’s a good choice…” Desmond then walked further into the Vault, grabbing various packs, strapping them to Big Red’s form, as he then started shoveling the packs to Esrin, as well, leaving Desmond himself to carry nearly two thousand pounds of goods and firearms, as the group began following Desmond through the halls, reaching a door, and kicking it open, as they walked out to a dock. finding an immense
Seaplane, as he hefted the door open, as he threw his belongings in, as he then lifted Evelynn gingerly up into it. Then, Desmond grabbed all the stuff Esrin had been carrying, as he set it about, before doing the same with Big Red.
Desmond then walked to the cockpit, leaving the three to stew in silence, until eventually, Evelynn would speak to Esrin, as she told her to sit next to her.
“So… Esrin, what are your intentions with Desmond?” Evelynn asked with a slight grin on her face, though it was unseen by Esrin.
“I… My intentions are…I don’t know, but I don’t intend to overstep… And, despite the mutations, he’s quite handso…” As Esrin was speaking, her voice trailed off, as she realized what she was saying, “I… Uh…”
This drew a grand chuckle from Evelynn, as she responded softly, as well as teasingly, "Oh, don't worry, Esrin dear, I don’t mind sharing."
“Eh, wha…?” Esrin was utterly stumped, as she gazed at Evelynn openly, all the while, the plane had taken off, reaching a suitable cruising altitude, of course, after an immense amount of turbulence during takeoff, they were met with a relatively peaceful ride to the southwest, destination unknown.
…
After around eighteen hours of flight, Desmond and the gang had been passing over Wyoming before changing course, going straight South, for a few more hours. But then, the fuel gage started blaring, signifying a dangerous coming few hours.
…
After some time, Desmond was in the sky over the border of Colorado, as the plane began falling. Then, Desmond screamed out to the group, “Hold on everyone!! We’re in for a bit of a bumpy ride!!”
And then, Desmond expertly maneuvered the rapidly descending plane through the sky, landing quite roughly in the Pawnee National Grassland.
But, all in all, the plane was somewhat undamaged, as Desmond rushed to the back, checking on Evelynn, though he found Esrin helping her up, as she glanced at him, before looking away in a blushing fit.
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Fallout: Another Irradiated Revenant
The Super Mutant
Desmond Scorch was experienced in the art of war, and all the way up to October 23rd, 2076, he'd been a showpiece for the acts of war, and all his glory and valor were the prime example of why war worked, despite Desmond's own disdain for every medal he'd ever gained. Will Desmond survive the bombs? Will he survive the distrust at his new, irradiated appearance? Will he survive the fall, the disgusting degradation the apocalyspe will inevitably bring? Who knows. But the journey to find out will be glorious, and filled with many delights, and of course, war, because, as you very much know, war never changes.
Updated on Sep 24, 2025
by Verdant_Hatchling
Created on Aug 10, 2025
by Verdant_Hatchling
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