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Last time on Fallout Quest:
21st Century test-pilot, Harvey “Stormy” Weathers, awoke from cryonic slumber in the ruins of a U.S. nuclear launch facility. After tangling with a few robots, tiki-masked mutants, and giant crabs, our hero slogged across the toxic jungles of O'ahu to Kāneʻohe Bay, where he found a small 'leper colony' made up of ex-slaves. This village of friendly ghouls offered him food, drink, and hospitality; but it was soon revealed that their leader was making secret plans to sell Stormy to an outlaw tribe known as the Lanai Slavers.

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Episode 2 "Getting your Ticket Punched"

The discovery that Ol'man Morty has betrayed you to the Lānaʻi Slavers puts you back on your feet. No rest for the wicked, huh, Stormy? Although in this case it turns out that your venerable host is the wicked one. You examine the small one-room hut they've provided for you, looking for anything suspicious like a traps, hidden microphones, or anything like that, but it's safe. The door's unlocked. No one is watching your hut. Your pretty sure that Ol'man Morty won't try to harm you directly; he's too much of a wimp. After lifetimes of physical abuse—and a very long lives at that—the ex-slaves of Ghost Island have had their fighting-spirits utterly crushed. They won't lift a hand to harm others or to defend themselves. So it will only be through guile and soft words that Morty tries to net you. But once the slavers show up, well, that's another story. You don't know anything about this Punchy Malone that's coming to kidnap you, but you doubt he's a sweet talker.

Judging by what you heard on your eyebot's radio, it will be at least a few hours before the slavers show up. You need to take action before they arrive. What's your plan?

[] A. Confront Ol'man Morty.
[] B. Confront Fudge Face. Is he in on this?
[] C. Steal a boat and leave before anyone notices.
[] D. Say nothing at all. Wait for the slavers to show up.
[] E. Other.

B

>>36646467
Should've put 2 or #2 in the subject field, OP.
Sorry, can't participate right now as I still have yet to catch up on the second half of the first tread.

>>36646550
>[] B. Confront Fudge Face. Is he in on this?

Maybe we'll leave together.

>>36646550
[] C. Steal a boat and leave before anyone notices

Don't want to bring any trouble to these guys or tip our hand

>>36646550
B. Confront Fudge Face. Is he in on this?

He's here for the cash, there's no cash in this transaction.

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>>36646743
Steal boat
>>36646685
>>36646618
>>36646905
Confront Fudge.

Fudge is sort of an outsider on this island, because he's from California and he's not an ex slave. It's possible he doesn't know about what Morty's up to. You decide to give him the benefit of the doubt, and ask him directly. Heading out of your hut, you find Fudge outside under a palm tree covered in Christmas lights. He's sitting at a desk doing some paper work. From the documents scrawled across the desktop, it looks like he's doing the books for Ghost Island's shell-trading business. He's tallying the total number of crab shells the village has collected, how much they weigh, how long it takes to cure them, the cost of all the related supplies, and similar production data. A cigarette dangles out of his mouth.

cont.

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>>36647033
“Do you smoke? Word of advice: keep away from these fake Hawaiian cigarettes. They're just low-grade weed soaked in tar. All these fucking plants, and they ain't got no real tobacco.” He looks up from his ledgers at you, “What's a matter? Can't sleep? I guess you must be well rested after your long nap.”
“So?” you ask him, “Do you deal with slavers, Fudge Face?”
“Unfortunately, yeah. They take our shells in exchange for old leper slaves. It's a shit deal, too. If we sold our goods at the Hilo market, we'd have enough pearls to buy three times as many slaves, old, new, healthy, or whatever.”
“No, I meant do trade in slaves? Do you sell people to the Lanai Slavers?”
“What? No. Of course not. I mean, how could we? They don't want any of us back, and no one else comes within miles of this hell hole. You're one of the only guests who's ever been here.”
You nod to the eyebot. “My little robot friend here picked up the old man's radio transmission. Morty got me a ride alright, a ride with a bunch of slavers heading straight to a cage and pair of shackles.”
“What? You think the old man is going to sell you? He wouldn't do that. He was a galley slave for over five decades, so he'd never wish that another person, right?”

cont.

>>36647033
Wh-why did you count my post(>>36646618) as a vote?

>>36647079
Oh, sorry, I just clicked it by accident. I meant >>36646611

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>>36647078

You shrug, “I just know what I heard. He agreed to exchange me for five lepers. They're sending some guy called Punchy Malone out to collect me.”
“Punchy Ma...? God damn,” Fudge sighs. “Yeah. Punchy's a slaver alright. He's the nephew of the number one slaver, General Montgomery.” Fudge Face sounds truly disappointed when he speaks. “I guess there's no way you could know Punchy's name except by overhearing Morty, huh? Shit. I don't want to believe the old coot would do somethin' like that. I thought his game was getting people out of bondage not feeding them to the enemy.”
“Maybe he thinks he's doing the right thing for his village,” you say, “but it's sure not right for me. I'm not gonna let anyone put me in chains.”
“Well, shit, Stormy? I'll help get you out of this mess,” he assures you. “There's rules, y'know? Not like laws on paper, but deep rules that everybody knows, of hospitality and what not. Once you invite someone in for a soda, you don't betray 'em. Not even wasteland savages do that.”
“I'm glad to hear you're not in on Morty's little plan, Fudge Face. You seem like a stand up guy.”
“So, what do you wanna do?”

[] A. Let's go confront Morty.
[] B. Help me skedaddle. Take a canoe an flee.
[] C. Let's ambush the slavers.
[] D. Let's both leave. Forget this dump.
[] E. Other.

[] F. Before I decide, tell me about the Lanai Slavers.
[] G. Before I decide, tell me about other.

>>36647217

[] D. Let's both leave. Forget this dump

>>36647217
[] F. Before I decide, tell me about the Lanai Slavers.
"How pissed off do you think they'll be if they can't find me? I don't want to bring any shit on you guys."

>>36647217
>[] D. Let's both leave. Forget this dump.
"if I ain't here there going to want some one and your the only other able body round

[X] D. Let's both leave. Forget this dump
Adventures with our new best mummy buddy!

>>36647217
F. Before I decide, tell me about the Lanai Slavers.

>>36647278
>>36647447
Tell me about slavers.
(I'm going to do this because I already started typing a big dumb info dump. I haven't forgotten the other votes though, so don't worry.)

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“First thing, tell me about this joker called Punchy and the rest of his gang,” you say.

“Punchy? He's a dangerous character with a bad temper, a serious addiction to jet, and a very big ego. He thinks he's hot shit because he's the nephew of the Slavers' tribal chief, General Montgomery. In reality he's an inveterate up who's always one step away from getting a bullet in the back of the head. They send him out here hoping the crabs will eat him or that some bounty hunter will nab him for the reward.”

He continues, “The rest of the crew will also be the dregs of the Slavers. They send the lowest guys on the totem pole to make deliveries to Ghost Island. Coming to the Murk is a punishment for newbies and losers, like cleaning the latrine or raking sand,” Fudge says. “Despite that, they're still dangerous characters. The Lanai Slavers are a mean bunch made up of former soldiers who decided after the war that they'd rather keep fighting than go back to farmin' or fishin' or doin' honest work. Some guys are like that, y'know? Once they get a taste a blood, no other food will do. So the slavers are a cut above your average outlaws and tribals, well trained and well armed.”

“I've dealt with them several times on deliveries, and it's a pretty routine exchange: They'll come into the bay on a small unmarked catamaran. The ship will have four rowers and a capo. Two of the slavers will escort the capo, Punchy, as he comes down the dock to talk with Morty. The other two slavers will keep watch from the ship. It's not a real raiding party, so they won't come kitted for a big fight, no RPGs or sniper rifles. Each guy will have a pistol or shotgun. Punchy always carries a submachinegun on a sling.”

>>36647217
>>36647540
Okay, well second vote for after info.
D. Let's both leave. Forget this dump.

"For everything Morty is, he's not an idiot. If I'm right in assuming what 'raiders' are, you're going to draw too much attention here with selling those shells after a while. Come with me. Let's get out of this hypocritical dump."

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“Now, if you decide to take these creeps on, it will be a hell of a fight. You might get the drop on one or two, sure, but five guys is a lot of guys. And even if you survive it, keep in mind there'll be repercussions for Ghost Island. The slavers don't give two shits about Punchy, but they do care about their reputation. If some lowly lepers to stand up to the Might Lanai Slavers, it'll make 'em look bad,” he says. “And they don't like it when people make 'em look bad.”

You think about all this for moment or two and ask, “What if I'm gone before they get here? Will they still retaliate?”

"The tribe won't be that angry. When you fish with a net, you don't care if some small fry get away. But Punchy is a real hothead. When he finds out he sailed into the murk for nothing, he'll probably give Ol'man Morty a once over, maybe a twice over. Those two have never liked each other, so he might even kill the old codger. But the Lanai Slavers wouldn't burn down a valuable place like Ghost Island over something like that. Who would collect shells for them?”

>>36647712
Sounds like its a bad idea to kill the lot of them, then. Maybe we could kill Punch and then escape? Then again, Morty's not exactly endearing himself to us.

>>36647623
Let's roll these slavers
If we take the blame as a free lance bounty hunter the slavers shouldn't come down on Morty and the rest of Ghost Island, since they want him to die anyway

Hey, slightly off topic, but I thought you guys might be interested. Fallout minis are cheaper than normal at Brother Vinni's

>>36647712
>>36647775
Maybe we can lure the hot head into the crabs? Let them do the work for us. So long as the main guy dies and the others back off and they die to their own stupidity it should be fine.

>>36647834
I like this idea

>>36647830
Hey, these aren't Fallout minis..
These are nondescript post-apocalyptic future minis!

>>36647834
This could work but it poses a fairly serious danger to ourselves. But if the crabs ignore us because of our flight suit than it'll work. We should probably make sure they dont attack us before trying to lure the pirates in.

Either way I think we should get Fudge to come with us. We need someone who knows about current affairs.

Lets bounce and taunt Punchy Mcfuckup over the radio

>>36647712
We could always burn a hole or five in their boat from land with our plasma pistol.

Let the giant enemy crabs do the rest.

>>36648140
If we really want to ambush them, then we should vote for that.

>>36647217
Changing >>36647408 to
[X] C. Let's ambush the slavers.

>>36648140
6 slaves are on the boat.

>>36647217
[] B. Help me skedaddle. Take a canoe an flee.

>>36648226
The Neutral option is to admit that the price of our freedom is six slaves. If we go free those slaves will go back into slavery, and the slavers will probably take it out on others just because their time was wasted.

So kill them all, write it off as necessary for our freedom and to keep the dumbass slaver they sent from taking it out on anyone here who DIDN'T sell us out.

(I'll wait a few more minutes if you are still deciding or want to change votess or anything.)

>>36647792
“Did you say bounty hunters would collect on Punchy?”

“Yeah, he's got a price on his head. Hilo's had a problem keeping order on the islands ever since the end of the war. They can't risk weakening their military forces by attacking Lanai, so instead they've put bounties on known raiders and slavers. The money's good for a head, but even better for the whole guy. They like to try and hang criminals themselves, because it looks good for Law and Order, but they're not above giving a reward for an identifiable corpse.”

“There's a huge bounty on the Lanai chief for one thousand strings. With that kinda round, I wouldn't need a factory,” he exclaims “There might be a bonus for Punchy too, because of his relation to the General rather than his importance in the tribe's hierarchy.”

>>36648226
Fudge Face would tell Stormy that the slaves wouldn't be on this boat. The slavers only deliver much later, after they've reviewed the goods. They don't like paying up front. So the slaves won't be at risk, but you also can't rescue them.

>>36648321
they're only going to take it out on the guys who DID sell us out, from my understanding.

>>36648347
Ohhhhhhhh So no slaves on the boat? fuck yeah lets sink them in the harbor then, lets the crabs sort it out.

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>>36647272
>>36647314
>>36647684
>>36648268
but not >>36647408
Escape like ninjas

>>36647792
>>36647932
>>36648436
Ambush Slavers.

It looks like Stormy will escape, although he is quite tempted to blast some raiders.

cont.

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>>36648585
After some soul searching, you decide that this fight isn't just your own, so you better not do anything too rash. “I better get out of here before those bozos show up,” you tell Fudge. “I'm not real happy with Ol'man Morty, but I don't want my grief with one guy getting a whole village wiped out. And anyway it sounds like the slavers will give him more punishment than I'd wish on him. Will you help me steal a boat?”
“Sure thing.”
“Say Fudge, why don't you come with me? I know the islands, geographically, but I've got no clue as to what's living on them, so I could really use a guide through this weird world. I have a feeling that outside of the murk, the rest of Hawaii is still a pretty dangerous place.”

Fudge Face thinks it over for a minute, then gathers up his ledger books, “Yeah, I'm up for a cruise! I've sort of run into a brick wall here on Ghost Island anyway. I've figured out how to set up a business, but now how to motivate these pussies. To build a real factory, I need to head back to Hilo and get some new workers. And investors. If I show off some of my wares, maybe people will be impressed enough that they're willing to invest money in my wild scheme. It's tough for a ghouls to get funding, because we're not exactly welcomed guests in the right circles,” he says.

“It's a deal. I'll help you get to civilization, if you help me lug a few bundles of crab carcass across the ocean.”

cont.

You head out to Ghost Island's wooden docks where the residents keep their several rafts. It won't be safe to leave until the crabs' feeding frenzy has begun to subside, but you can load up supplies and prepare for the journey. You stow all the miscellaneous items you've looted, like your extra rad suit and robot parts. Fudge gets some sealed food from the village's storehouse so you'll have something to eat, and he also gets a lot of swanky fishing gear, carbon rods, polymer line, electro reels, and IR sensor bobs. This stuff is high tech, and clearly was not manufactured on Ghost Island. It seems Fudge Face is an avid deep sea fisherghoul when he gets the chance. “Someday I'm gonna retire to a huge yacht and just fish full time.” You also haul four bundles of prepared crab shells. Each one is about the size of a hay bale and the weight of a full sized refrigerator. “If the ship starts leaking, we toss these tombstones into the drink. Though it will break my heart.”

As you cart the bundles to the boat, your attendant eyebot never leaves your airspace. It swoops and swings over your head, occasionally emitting a burst of radio static. This thing must be programmed to follow intruders until they've been neutralized or apprehended by the military police. The problem with that is the MPs have been extinct for awhile now. Maybe once you get civilization, you can have someone reprogram it –or at least adjust the volume. Form the way Fudge talks about Hilo, it sounds like they have pretty advanced technology, which is strange to you because in your day it was quiet little town with a few tourist attractions.

cont.

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After a few hours, you're ready to set sail. Ol'man Morty is snug in his hut, so he remained entirely unaware of your preparations, and lepers are an incurious bunch of people who didn't bother to ask what you and Fudge were doing. Checking your oxygen canister you see that it's down to 3%. You wouldn't last another day on this island before the murk over took you, but you've got plenty of gas to get away from O'ahu. Your constant companion doesn't come aboard the raft, but it seems that his tiny hover jets work over water just as well as land, so he follows close behind.

The snapping crabs only come out to feed at night. The smaller ones tend to stick to the shallow waters of the bay and the barrier reef, while the larger ones plunge deep into the ocean or come ashore to walk through the jungles. Before sunrise, they all retire to Mokapu Peninsula and the glowing lagoon. The waters become less dangerous without these stupid predators bumbling around, so at the break of dawn you shove off into the ocean, row out past Mokoliʻi, and head away from the thick vile smog that has covered you since you left the underground complex. The atmosphere grows clearer by degrees, and after rowing a few miles, the blue ocean stretches before you. After a day in dim lighting and grimy surroundings, it seems absolutely unreal. You take your fishbowl helmet off and breathe in the clean salty air. You realize now that your flight suit is pretty stinky. You've been sweating in this thing for over eight hours, and besides that the exterior may have radioactive particles still covering it. You might need to so some laundry.

The wind picks up out on the open water, so you can leave off from rowing. Relax a little.

cont.

Fudge wants to head straight to Hilo because he's got business, but what do you wanna do, Stormy? At this point the world is your oyster.

[] A. Go straight to Hilo. It's the capital of the free world after all.
[] B. Go indirectly to Hilo. Keep an eye out for detours.
[] C. Go to some other place.
[] D. Ask Fudge about locations.
[] E. Other.

>>36649065
>[] A. Go straight to Hilo. It's the capital of the free world after all.

>>36649065
B

>>36649065
>[X] A. Go straight to Hilo. It's the capital of the free world after all.

We need to go see Fudge's potential investors and offload all those crab shells, if we end up with a leak in our ship due to some random sea critter or pirate then all those shells are gone.

>>36649065
[] B. Go indirectly to Hilo. Keep an eye out for detours.

>>36649065
Ask Fudge what's so special about these crab shells.

>>36649065
[] B. Go indirectly to Hilo. Keep an eye out for detours.

>>36649065
B. Go indirectly to Hilo. Keep an eye out for detours.

>>36649151
Forgot to take off your name.

>>36649065
[] A. Go straight to Hilo. It's the capital of the free world after all.

(btw op, i think you forgot to update your twitter with the link to this thread)

>>36649227
Oh, I didn't. This is my first quest, so I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.

>>36648226
They'll send the slaves at the end of he month, actually.

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As you sail along, once again your friendly little radio DJ has decided to play you a tune. It's still tuned in to the Slaver's secret frequency.

“Bzzzzzk whhhhf grrrn... thought you fucking guys were smoking jet or something.
“So did you get the package or what, Punch? Your uncle's asking about it, so give me as straight answer.” You recognize this voice it's the same guy that made the clandestine deal with Morty. You wave for your eyebot to clome closer so you can hear the exchange.
“No we didn't get the package. The package was long gone before we even got there,” a man says. He has a high pitched voice and speaks too quickly.
“Well, what did you?”
“I beat the old fucker to death. He had smart mouth.”
“You killed our shell merchant. Good going.”
“Look, I gave him one little love tap with the power fist, and the old man imploded. It's not my fault. Someone should have taught him.
“You know Morty was your uncle's slave, right? Those two were almost sorta friends.
“You watch your dirty mouth. My uncle wouldn't be friends with no dirty slave.”
“Is that it? Is that your report?” asks the radio operator. He's obviously displeased with Punchy Malone.

cont.

“Yep that's it. Oh, yeah, the boys had a few extra crates of molotov cocktails, so I let 'em go wild in the little village. Burn down some mud huts for shits and giggles.”
“You did what? Are you fucking retarded?”
“What? They needed to blow off some steam. We sailed all night and had to breathe in lungfuls of that poison fart. Every time I go there it probably takes a year off my life.”
“You don't have to worry about cancer, Punchy, you need to worry about your uncle. You destroyed his shell business. Do you think we were selling lepers to that place out of the kindness of our hearts? Those stupid shits keep slaving away for us on O'ahu making us money. You cost us money. A lot of it. Maybe twenty strings per annum.”
“Per what?”
“Two thousand pearls a year, you dumbass. You think the General is going to take that out of your allowance?”
“Oh shit,” mutters the inept nephew, obviously frightened. “Look, I just burned down some buildings to scare 'em. I didn't kill anybody I don't think.”
“Come straight back to HQ. I'll try to calm down your uncle before you get here. Over and out.”

They were right about Punchy being a fuck up.

>>36649447
well, fuck

>>36649384
>>36649447
Told you guys, shoulda just killed the fucker.

>>36649447
Fucking punchy.

Turn this boat the fuck around catch the fucker in the dick

>>36649447
They'll rebuild if they want to, maybe they won't send the fuckup anymore.
Whatever, not our problem.

>>36649515
not yet.
i think taking care of these slavers has to be high on our priorities list, but i'm sure we really aren't ready yet

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>>36649139
You chat with Fudge as you sail along, and ask him about his crab business.

Fudge explains, “The shells have lots of uses since they're pretty tough. Local craftsmen can turn them into rough armor, knives, or spear heads, but in Hilo they have crazy science machines to shape the chitin any which way they please. They mold the shells into casings for machines, robot parts, hulls for aircraft, and even as the base layer for their soldier's composite armor because the shells can withstand physical abuse and energy weapons equally well. There's a big demand. Most crab-busters have to hunt them one at a time, so there's not much competition for bulk-orders of shells like this. It's a seller's market!”

>>36649590
Giant Enemy Crab Armor with Duster when?

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>>36649590
How long until we make hilo? We should fish. We're in paradise(kek), and we ain't fishing yet? Shiiiite. What kind of mook are we?

Huehue
His name is Punchy, He uses a powerfist. And he's a huge fuck up. I love this guy. Punchy for Waifu!

>>36649092
>>36649103
>>36649227
Time is money
>>36649094
>>36649128
>>36649143
>>36649151
Take it easy.
Being a long-time resident of Hawaii, even before your cryo-sleep, you know that Hawai'i is the largest and most eastward island of the archipelago. It's maybe 300 miles away in a straight line, and you don't know how much sea you'll actually have to cross, because your sailing against the wind which requires tacking back and forth in a zig zag pattern. To sail there will take you several days. You tell Fudge you'd like to stick to the coasts, so you can get a view of the other islands and see how much has changed. Maybe you'll see some interesting landmarks. After all, this is the first time you've gotten to play as a tourist in your own state.

“Yeah, maybe we'd better keep out of the deeper water,” Fudge Face agrees. “Hey, you remember when I asked you about all those old world animals?"

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“Yeah,” you say.
“Well a lot of animals didn't exactly go extinct so much as they changed into new types of monsters, like giant crabs or yao guai. In your time there were big ugly whales in the Pacific, but since then the radiation has mutated them into bigger and uglier 'Behemoths'. They're very territorial monsters that get awful cranky when ships get too close or when they hear the sound of motorized propellers. It makes traveling around the islands a dangerous affair. You either need to travel in a big metal ship that can withstand the occasional mammoth headbutt, or sneak by on a little sailboat like this one, and there isn't much middle ground.”
“Mutant whales. Great.”
“So why you're sight seeing, keep an eye out for columns of mist coming up from the water.”
“Will do. Any other nasties I should know about?”
“Nope,” he says cheerfully, “just mutants, megasharks, jellyfish with hallucinogenic stings, swarms of carnivorous flying fish, trilobiters that will burrow into your flesh, and giant glow-in-the-dark squids.”
“And here I was just about to take a swim,” you groan.
“Wouldn't recommend that.”

cont.

>>36649836
>Yeah? You wanna ask more?

>>36649877
So in other words Hawaii is now Australia?

>>36649929
Jesus Christ, what is Australia like then?

>>36649944
>Implying the Reds didn't Nuke Australia to kingdom come before we could weaponize it

>>36649944
Okay, you know those stories with the whole planets full of giant swarms of flesh-burrowing insects, several stories tall monsters, hunters with unprecedented senses and skeletal structres, and plant life that is just as deadly but passively?
Now imagine all the bad things on that planet, and shrink it down.
That's what the most habitable zone of Straya looks like right now.

>>36650070
Oh, by shrink it down I don't mean shrink down the organisms, just cocentrate the whole planet's surface in a much smaller area.

>>36649944
No one knows, all potential explorers were stripped of their muscles and organs by swarms of mutated flies just off the coast.

Some people theorize that the entire island is just one big cloud of flies. Others believe the flies are being pushed out by something even deadlier.

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>>36650070

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After that little warning, you pretty scan the horizon non stop, staying on the look out for giant monsters as well as any human predators. You know that slavers and pirates prowl these waters too. Fudge is more relaxed. He fishes to add a little fresh meat to your diet of canned and prepackaged slimes. And he catches a half dozen different types of fish, none of which you recognize. Most are brightly colored, like tiny tropical fish only much larger, and some have non-fish elements weirdly added in, like insect antennae, crab legs, disturbingly human eyes, or octopus tentacles. You pass your Geiger counter over these genetic abominations, and they seem safe enough. If the people of Hawai'i can live off theis seafood, they must not be too bad.

The little raft sails on for several days, passing Molokai, which looks very similar, with its green mountains rising from the sea, although it seems to have much thicker vegetation now. Maybe it's because there is a much smaller population now, and the world has had time to regrow. After that, you cut close to Maui and sail past the ancient city of Kahului, which is now a small cement fortress surrounded by a large district of small buildings, traditional huts, and adobe houses covered in garish bright pink colors. Thick plumes of smoke are rising from the pink suburbs.

“Wonder what's happened here? Maybe another outlaw raid?” Fudge wonders aloud. He's been on O'ahu studying crabs for over a year, so he's unaware of any current events.

[] A. We should land and investigate.
[] B. Smoke means trouble. Sail on.
[] C. Sail closer and then decide.
[] D. Other.

[] E. Ask about something.
(Info isn't really an either/or choice, I might start listing questions in a different way.)

>>36650238
The mutations made all the wildlife there smaller, less vicious, and less poisonous.

>>36650257
... huh? Why are we headed east when Hilo was west, or did I miss something?

>>36650257
[] C. Sail closer and then decide.
[] E. Ask about something.

Ask about Kahului and if they get raided often and who's holed up there.

>>36650306
Shitfuck, other way round. Point is, Hilo is the opposite way from where we're going, I thought.

>>36650257
C

>>36650257
[] A. Smoke means trouble, we should help.

>>36650257
>[] C. Sail closer and then decide.

>>36650257
>[] C. Sail closer and then decide.

i don't really have much to ask yet

>>36650257
[] C. Sail closer and then decide.

>>36650257
>[] B. Smoke means trouble. Sail on.

>>36650306
I might have said the wrong thing somewhere; I have serious map-dyslexia. Hilo is on the big island, all the way to the right. You're heading the right way.

Musical Interlude
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHbcU5ArqBQ

>>36650401
Nah, I think I might have gotten my islands out of order.

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>>36650344
>>36650343
>>36650333
>>36650329
Closer
>>36650339
Assist.
>>36650393
Keep Going

You sail in closer to the settlement to have a look. When you draw in nearer you can see the pink suburbs are made up of perfectly identical two story homes, each one with a white picket fence, a tiled roof, and a single palm tree in the yard. These homes are styled in a very 20th century way, making them seem like alien structures among the rougher thatched huts, concrete bunkers, and uncut stone buildings. Its like something out of an old magazine ad pasted into the post-apocalyptic landscape.

You sail nearer and approach a small fishing ship crewed by a single crewman. He's blonde haired and handsome in a strangely bland sort of way.
Fudge yells out over the water at him, “Howdy ho, Steve my man! What's up with all that smoke and shit?”
The man in the boat makes a look of utter disgust when he sees this leper talking to him. He responds, but he answers you instead of Fudge Face, “There's been another raid on the suburbs. Those amazon outlaws have come down from the dome and kidnapped another group of children. This is the third time this year. Those fires are from the battle. I just don't know what's happening to this neighborhood.” He waves to you and sails on.

“Do you know that guy?” you ask Fudge.
“Everybody knows Steve,” he says. You think he winks, but it's hard to tell.

[] A. Amazon Outlaws? No thanks.
[] B. Amazon Outlaws? Yes please.
[] C. Other.

>>36650702
B

>>36650702
>[] A. Amazon Outlaws? No thanks.

>>36650702
>[] B. Amazon Outlaws? Yes please.
what brain answered yes? who knows...

>>36650702
[] B. Amazon Outlaws? Yes please.
WON'T SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!

>>36650702
>[] B. Amazon Outlaws? Yes please.

>>36650702
>amazon outlaws
are these tall sexy snu snu amazons?

If so, yes please

>>36650702
>[] B. Amazon Outlaws? Yes please.

We've could've had kids...

>>36650702

Amazon outlaws baby! Going with that as a choice!

Damn /tg/ well this is one way of getting over losing the love of your life

>>36650702
>[X] B. Amazon Outlaws? Yes please.

>>36651037
I'm doing this to save the kids.

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>>36650789
No thanks
>>36650770
>>36650795
>>36650797
>>36650831
>>36650952
>>36650968
>>36650991
>>36651050
Yes Please.

“We should stop here for a bit,” You tell Fudge. “We're not on a schedule, right?”
“Nope”
“And I want to check out what happened to that neighborhood.”
Fudge gives you a hard stare. “Hey, man. Seriously. Don't blame yourself for what happened to Ghost Island. You can't fix everything and you can't fight all the evil out there. Sometimes you have to save your own skin,” he says,“and that's comin' from a guy with very little skin.”
“I won't blame myself,” you “but I also don't want to pass by people who are in trouble without a second look.”
“Good samaritan, eh?” he chuckles. “Maxwell would proud.”

You reef the sails and change your heading for the city's docks. Your ghoulish guide gets ready to disembark by wrapping himself up, covering his face, arms, and hands with long linen strips.
“I thought you hated that stuff?”
“I do. But the Plastics would lynch me for walking around in the buff. In Hawaii, a leper not wearing his bandages is like a normal person walking around without any pants on. Think of the children, Stormy.”

cont.

>>36651141
the Plastics, hmm
i wonder if it's just how he calls all non-ghouls or if there's more to it

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>>36651141
The city is weird but a little bit familiar. It doesn't remind you of old Hawaii or any place in America, but rather the third world countries you've visited in south east Asia and on the coast of Africa. There are barking dogs, the stench of animals, hand drawn carts blocking traffic, worn out prostitutes, old men selling fish from tiny merchant stands, and rusty robots advertising gambling parlors. You notice Steve, the man from the fishing boat, walking down the street, but since you saw him he's put on a suit and tie and an attractive young lady on his arm. The tanned fisherman looks pretty swanky when he cleans himself up.
“Hello again,” you say.
“Howdy,” he gives you a smile, but when he sees Fudge with you, he turns and walks away. That's weird. It's almost like he forgot you traveled with a leper. Or he didn’t recognize you. Then you notice Steve again, across the street, fixing a sparking neon sign for a noodle shop. And now he's wearing a blue and yellow jumpsuit. And there's Steve again, talking to another Steve, as they drink kava at an outside bar. And here's another Steve with the same blonde woman, only now they have a pair of kids in tow. What the hell is going on? Fudge chuckles. You can see he's getting a kick out of your confusion.

cont.

>>36651577
Time to NOPE the fuck out of here

>>36651577
Are they androids, or just really big fans of plastic surgery?

>>36651577
hey, that reminds me of a certain Twilight Zone episode...

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>>36651577
“Why are there so many Steves?” you yell, and he laughs out loud.
“Ha ha. They're all from a tribe called the Plastics. Right before the bombs fell, the Old World government built underground Vaults for the civilians to hide in. The Vault under Hilo, Vault 88, had a malfunctioning Face ID computer that could only recognize two faces. So, to survive, the Vault Dwellers all got plastic surgery to become either Steve or Brenda. They went a little nuts in the decades sealed underground, since everybody looked exactly the same. And after they came out of the vault, they stayed nuts. Now their whole tribe's lifestyle is based around everybody pretending to be clones. So don't mention the fact that there is more than one Steve or Brenda. Each Steve is Steve. All Steves are Steve. There is only one Steve.”
“God.”
“The pink suburbs are one of their strongholds. It must be their kids that got nicked.”

cont.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-BZVyuB9Ps

>>36651664
Small groups of Brendas and Steves pass by you as you walk through the winding streets and alleys.
“It looks like a lot of the Plastics are retreating to the old fort,” Fudge says. He points out the squat concrete slab that dominates the skyline, such as it is, of Kahului. “They're panicking because of the attack. Which is stupid, because right after a raid is the least likely time for another raid to happen.”A Brenda charges toward you with a small child in her arms, then stops suddenly. Hurriedly she crosses the street rather than risk bumping into Fudge and actually touch a ghouls, bandaged or not. “Oh yeah, and as you can see, they don't think much of lepers,” he shrugs. “If you want to look at the battle zone, I can't follow. I'm not allowed in a gated community.”

Which way do you want go, Stormy?

[] A. Head to the fort. Do city-stuff like buy, sell, trade, gossip.
[] B. Head up to the scene. Get clues while they're fresh.
[] C. Other.

>>36651899
A

It's probably not so much their kids are being kidnapped as rascued from this weird place.

>>36651899

[] B. Head up to the scene. Get clues while they're fresh.
so these amazons what about them?

>>36651899
>[] A. Head to the fort. Do city-stuff like buy, sell, trade, gossip.

>>36651939
I agree. The "outlaws" are probably the saner ones here.

>>36651899
>[] A. Head to the fort. Do city-stuff like buy, sell, trade, gossip.
i don't really want to split the group just yet, and we should probably gather a bit more info first

>>36651899
[] B. Head up to the scene. Get clues while they're fresh.

>>36651899
B
"So are these xenophiliac amazons or xenophobic? makes a bit of a difference if we're gonna get close..."

>>36652180
>>36651990
>>36651968
Suburbs
>>36651972
>>36651982
Downtown

Leaving Fudge Face behind, but setting up a spot where to meet later on, you head up toward the suburb of pink houses. There is an imposing concrete wall surrounding the neighborhood, topped by electric fences and razor wire, and security cameras scan the roads from beneath glass bubbles. For a nice 'Old World' neighborhood, it's a pretty foreboding place. On the exterior walls you see large hastily glued posters, that might be political propaganda, or ads, or something else. The posters show a man dressed up like a stereotypical Hollywood gangster, wearing a zoot suit, a long chain, and a wide brimmed hat, but his face is absolutely hideous. It looks all the skin has been violently stretched back, squishing his nose, and pulling his lips apart to reveal a set of horrifically mismatched animal fangs. Underneath him is the name: SHARK LARRY in capital letters. He doesn't really look like a shark except for his dead eyes, all black. Each poster has a meaningless slogan beneath his name like “your man on the inside” or “rotten to the core” or “the right choice is the wrong choice”.

cont.

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>>36652586
Under a large sign reading “Brenda's Maui Dream House” there is a sliding gate, far more solid than the one at Ghost Island. This thing is hefty enough to stop a tank, but in the confusion of people running in and out, it has carelessly been left open. You can breeze in without any trouble. Maybe all the guards have been called away to deal with the emergency. Or maybe they're all dead. It's not hard to find your way to the scenes of the crime, because the neighborhood is arranged on a perfect grid. Everything is square. Everything is the same. All Steves are Steve, and apparently every house is the same too. There isn't a personal touch or an un-mowed lawn to be seen. They even all have the same red dog house too, although you haven't seen any dogs. Dogs aren't allowed. It feels like you're on a movie set or something. It's just wild.

Following plumes of smoke and the strong smell of burning wood, you head to the disaster zone. A dozen or so local Steves and Brendas stand around in shock. One Brenda is kneeling on the ground, crying inconsolably, as her husband—do they have individual husbands or was he just the closest one?—stands next to her. A few kids cling to their parents, and you notice the children have various appearances despite their single set of parents, so they must not get surgery until adulthood. There are also half a dozen nervous looking security-Steves, holding stun batons and pistols. They have surrounded a young woman who is being detained for questioning.

She's not a Brenda, she appears to be a Samurai...

cont.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DK-lBi5r6Jk

>>36652627
Fucking Hawaii man

>>36652627
At some point we need to roll up and introduce ourself using our full military credentials.

>>36652742
Agreed we should apeal to their old world patriotism and allow us to 'interigate' the samurai in private see what her side of the story is

>>36652819
Sounds good

>>36652627
The woman has on a grass cloak, a wide banana leaf hat, insulated rubber boots, and a dirty T-shirt with the 'Bubble Up' logo emblazoned in day-glo colors. At her belt she has an assortment of glass soda bottles and a wicked looking one-edged sword. She carries a weird polearm with two parallel steel blades and some wires and electronic attachments. You think it's electrified like the cop's stun batons. She clearly does not belong in this neighborhood. But then again, in your flight suit, you look pretty out of place here too. The security forces are are arguing with her.

“I'm not one of the outlaws, you can put your weapons away,” she says.
“Then what are you doing here?”
“I was invited,” she says.
“By whom?”
“Steve.”
“A likely story!”
“Believe it or not. It's true,” she says nonchalantly. “He asked me to look for his stolen daughters.”
“Stay out of my business,” one of the Steves says in a huff. “I'll take care of my own kids.”
“You don't seem to be doing a very good job.” This woman is very blunt, and the local cops do not appreciate it.
“Sister, you might not be one of those outlaws, but you still look like some type of outlaw. Maybe we should arrest you for trespassing,” he threatens.

What are you doing?
[] A. Step in and calm people down.
[] B. Just watch.
[] C. Ask a local for details.
[] D. Other


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YU23bC-PZog

>>36652972
A

>>36652972
[] A. Step in and calm people down.

>>36652972
>[] A. Step in and calm people down.

>>36652972
[] A. Step in and calm people down.
let's try that, yeah

>>36652972
>[] C. Ask a local for details.

>>36652972
>A. Step in and calm people down.
"Lieutenant Commander Weathers, United States Navy. I can handle the situation from here."

>>36652972
[] A. Step in and calm people down.

>>36653096
for this place that is a dam good line

>>36653169
I'm guessing from last time it's Navy, because that's the only branch with Lieutenant Commanders, even if we were slated to test an Air Force aircraft.

>>36653096
Weren't we Air Force?

>>36653237
See >>36653202

The Air Force uses Colonels. It traces back from when it was a branch of the Army.

>>36653237
I thought so.

>>36651141
I hope that one day, we're as awesome as Joshua Graham.
Dude has a 20 out of maximum 10 on his Endurance.

>>36653266
Well we could be a navy pilot, or it could just be AU fuckery.

>>36653309
The split between the USAF and the Army occurred prior to 1945, which is generally considered by players and developers to be the divergence point between Fallout and our own timeline.

So it'd have to be QM caveat.

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>>36653060
Local news
>>36653000
>>36653016
>>36653028
>>36653057
>>36653096
>>36653101
Step in

You step in before things get out of control. Perhaps 'barge in' would be a better expression.

“What seems to be the problem here, Officer Steve?” you shout loudly. The security guards all jump in surprise, but you keep on with your spiel, “Lieutenant Commander Harvey Weathers, USAF, Science Squadron. I'm here to investigate these raids.” You summon up your best military bearing, and try to imitate some of the knife-handing marines you used to play golf with at Pearl Harbor. You were a test pilot who worked with a lot technicians and specialists, so acting like hard ass commanding officer was never really your thing.
“Ar- are you one of the new Rocket Guards from Hilo?” one of the Steves asks as he looks up at your circling eyebot. Shit! You practically forgot he was there, you've become so used to his staticky presence. You hope the little bastard doesn't blow your act.
“um.. Anyway, what's the problem here?” you ask while just plowing right past Steve's question. You have no clue what the Hawaiian Republic's military is like. You don't even know if they have an air force or even if they have airplanes.
The head Steve says, “This woman was caught snooping around the ruins of this house a few hours after the battle. We've detained her until the police scrambler can get here.”
“And you think she's from the hostile Amazon tribe, do ya?”
“Uh, no. There's no way she could be from the dome.”
“And why's that, Officer Steve?”
“Because she's not wearing roller skates.”

cont.

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>>36653758
“Because she's not wearing roller skates.”
“Wha- Wh- bu-” you catch yourself before asking what the hell he's talking about. “Right. Of course! Roller skates. Why don't you boys let me take this suspect downtown for questioning so that you can get back your other duties. It looks like you have a lot of cleaning up to do,” you say. Then you look to the samurai and give her a wink to let her no what's up, “Let's get going, lady.”
“Why are you winking at me?” She asks flatly.
“Jesus,” you sigh. “Come on! Do you wanna go quietly or do you want to go in the scrambler?” Whatever a scrambler is. You know, it's really hard to bullshit people when you have no clue where you are or what's happening.
The samurai looks over the Steves and the smoking ruins of the house, and then grudgingly goes with you.
The younger Steve—or you think he's younger, it's hard to tell—pats you on the back as you go. “It's good to get a rapid response from Hilo for a change. And it's nice to know that you Five-Os care about the rest of us out here on the other islands. Thanks.”
“No problem, uh... citizen.” This is stressing you out, Stormy, you could for a beer after this, or something stronger. I mean Christ on a crutch, Rollerskates?

cont.

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>>36653758
>>36653847
Kek

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Sorry, everybody. I'd like to keep going while stuff is happening, but since it's a weekday I have to pause it here. I'll do the next episode on Saturday, and hopefully it will be a longer session overall.
This is the twitter for announcements and updates. https://twitter.com/FalloutHawaii

But, I will leave you with a very important question: what do you want to name your robot?

[] A. Robot, because it's a robot.
[] B. Screwball, because it flies all screwy.
[] C. Buzz, because buzzzzzzzzzzzzt.
[] D. RKO, because it's a radio.
[] E. Peepers, because it's an eye.
[] F. Other.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=316209EO1To

>>36654148
>[] C. Buzz, because buzzzzzzzzzzzzt.

Another badass episode I'll be here Saturday OP. Thanks for the good read OP

>>36654148
C Buzz

>>36654148
>RKO

>>36654148
>[] C. Buzz, because buzzzzzzzzzzzzt.
Though screwball is fine too.

>>36654148
Other, Oppenheimer. He's a blast.

>>36654148
>E. Peepers

I'm hoping we can get that buzz seen to eventually.

>>36654148
[] E. Peepers, because it's an eye.
GREAT FUCKING THREAD MANG!

Some retard fucked up the tags when he archived this.

>>36654148
thoroughly enjoyed thread. great job.

>>36654148
[] F. Other.
How about Pep, because Peepers sounds gay as hell.

>>36657139
kinda like this. but also Oppenheimer

>>36654148
RKO

>jet
>on Hawaii
What.
How did New Reno get jet here?

>>36658635
who knows? they could have been sneaked in as "combat stims", traded for slaves...
or maybe there's a local cook somehow

>>36654148
Screwball