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  • Titan AEX4

    Megaton's Mega-Problem

    August 28, 2010 by Titan AEX4

    JUST ADD WATER, PT I

    RIVET CITY ENTRANCE
    CAPITAL WASTELAND
    2014 HOURS, AUGUST 17, 2277 A.D.

    The beached aircraft carrier known as Rivet City stood imposingly before Mike. He was about to climb the small structure in front of the rusting ship when he spotted what appeared to be a caravan of sorts. Perhaps he could spare a closer look.

    The man who greeted him had a green cap, and had a shotgun on his back. Lucky Harith, he called himself. Harith, as Mike discovered, was an arms dealer, making rounds throughout the Wasteland as he peddled his munitions and arms to anyone who had enough caps. Of particular note, though, was the town of Canterbury Commons, which he and other Caravan Merchants called home. Canterbury's location was soon added to Mike…




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  • Titan AEX4

    Flashbacks

    August 9, 2010 by Titan AEX4

    WELCOME TO THE WASTELAND

    VAULT 101 ENTRANCE
    CAPITAL WASTELAND
    1004 HOURS, AUGUST 17, 2277 A.D.

    The brilliant glare of the sun was far brighter than anything Michael had ever experienced, forcing him to shield his face with his hands. When his eyes had finally adjusted, the scene that stood before him struck a nerve as he remembered something his father had said years ago:

    "Because, up there, outside the Vault...that's not the life I wanted for you.'

    Burnt-out houses, broken pavement, and rubble strewn everywhere were the only sights that now met his eyes - there didn't appear to be any sign of life at all.

    [LEVEL UP]

    "What the-?"

    His body suddenly froze for an instant, then was free. During that brief moment, though, time seemed to come to a stands…



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  • Titan AEX4

    FOREWARD:

    The events and characters of the following story are fictitious. Any people or places based on any real world subjects are purely coincidental.


    I AM THE SILENT THUNDER - THE TRIALS OF A BOY AND HIS AI

    PROLOGUE


    COVERED BRIDGE
    POINT LOOKOUT, MARYLAND
    0835 HOURS, NOVEMBER 28, 2277 A.D.


    "Picking up anything, Titan?" the boy asked.
    [Negative. I can't detect any- wait. We have swampfolk - 2 ahead and 2 behind. Activate your cloaking field, immediately.]
    "Copy that. Activating CSA."

    It was just another day in the hells of the wastes. Only this time, Michael and his artificial intelligence, Titan, were a long way away from the Capital Wasteland. They'd traded the desolation that was once DC for swampy, radioactive wetlands. But given the hostility …








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