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Insane stories of a McDonald's employee
Just some stuff that's happened in the last few years I've been working. As well as other things
Into the Fallout.
Chapter 4: {Song: Monster, by Starset}


Sara wasn't sure what time she had fallen asleep, but she remembers laying down. She hadn't really slept much since waking up here. A part of her was scared she would just wake up somewhere far worse. Instead, she's visited by an old dream. A dream of flashing lights coming to her house in the dead of night. A knock at the door, a grim looking police officer as he asks her to come with him. She wasn't sure when she stopped screaming, after they had shown her the body of her childhood friend. There had been a shooting, and he had gotten caught in the cross fire. She jolts awake, wiping away the tears. That had been eight years ago, and it still stung. She had hoped, it was just some sick joke. That he would just wake up, smile, and tell her everything was okay. Not many people came when they buried him. She didn't tell his family, not wanted to hear his 'mother' say how he would be burning in hell for his life choices. She thought her own parents were bad, his were worse. She wrote them a letter after the funeral, then moved two years later. He had been the closest thing she had to family. She sighs as she shakes her head, she wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. She just gets dressed and goes about her day. Breakfast was mostly a bowl of noodles, which was fine with her. She's eaten worse things then this. After that she just joins Ingram in doing whatever it was that needed to be done. Working on power armor, wasn't all that hard. She just had to make sure not to hurt herself. Which normally wasn't that easy, she always found ways to somehow harm herself by mistake.

She was sitting at one of the desks, working on one of the helmets. Ingram had showed her what to do and how to change out the filters. It would be important for them to be working properly. If they didn't, it would be easy to suffocate while out in the Glowing Sea. She was just happy she knew her way around a screwdriver. She just loved taking things apart, but she did promise to not break the helmet. She wasn't really paying much attention to what was around her as she worked. Which meant playing random songs in her head since the music here was, lacking. It was a passing habit when she worked, it helped kept her mind focused. Not that many people around here seemed noticed. Maxson was talking to Proctor Ingram, things were on track as she worked on the breast plate of the armor. It was a lot of work after all. But the added help was a God send as she nods over to a work table off to the side. Maxson turns to see how far she had gotten as he stops and tilts his head, was she, humming? She was placing a new filter into the helmet as she carefully tightens it into place. She had one song stuck in her head, a band called Starset. She just loved their music, it was so different from the usual crap people were into. {*}"Under the knife I surrendered. The innocence yours to consume. You cut it away....and you filled me up with hate. Into the silence you sent me. Into the fire consumed. You thought I'd forget. But it's always in my head.."

"You're the pulse in my veins. You're the war that I wage. Can you change me? Can you change me? You're the love that I hate. You're the drug that I take. Will you cage me? Will you cage me? You're the pulse in my veins. You're the war that I wage. Can you change me? Can you change me? From the monster you made me? The monster you made me?"{*} Something falls from her hand and she blinks, looking down. "Crap.." She finds the run away screw as she fits it in the last spot and nods, making sure it would stay in place. "There we go...it's like fixing my toaster..only this wont attack me with toast..." She might had over done it and just broke down and got a new one. Maxson felt like he had been rooted in place, why couldn't he move? It takes a minute before he lets out a small cough. She jumps a bit and slowly stands. "Oh, mornin'....I just finished this, I was about to go patch up the other helmet. You know, as delicate as this is, it's...really easy to take apart." Maxson wasn't sure what to say as he takes the helmet, looking it over. Her patch work on it was, pretty damn good. "Unlike that toaster right?" He rises his brow at her as she lets out a low laugh. "Oh, you heard that. Heh, I'm...a huge sucker for trying to figure out how things work. Now to be fair I did fix it, only thing is my toast just sort of went flying through the air..." He was shaking his head slowly. "There's a reason why they'er only good for parts Knight." She feels herself gulp, slowly realizing she might be over stepping something here. After all he was in charge. "S-sorry sir.." He takes a quick glance around before handing over Danse's helmet for her to work on.

"Just...keep your eyes on your work..." He quickly leaves, God he never needed a drink so badly. He was the leader of the Brotherhood. He really shouldn't let her speak in such a tone. So relaxed, but for the life of him he couldn't scold her. Other than Danse not many people talked to him like he was just a normal person. "But your not just 'normal' your a Maxson, and you should act like it.." The stern voice in his head echos as he enters his room. What did that even really mean anymore? Sure his past descendant founded the Brotherhood, but he molded it to what it was now. They stood for something greater, a sign of hope for those suffering because of the Institute. They were the real enemy, replacing people with 'machines'. "But what about after?" That, was an interesting question and to be fair he hadn't given that much thought. Making this place their permanent base didn't sound like a bad idea. They had been on the move for as long as he could remember, the disasters they faced. The Lyons had raised him well, but it hadn't been enough. Just about everyone he had known, was just....gone. He could no long place faces to his parents, but he knew they were dead. He takes a slow breath, the last of his line, it almost made him sick. He got the feeling the older he got, the worse this weight would feel. He grabs a bottle of whisky and downs it, not bothering with a glass. He needed something to dull his mind. "If only a minute." He runs his hand over his face, the scar he had gotten for facing a Deathclaw. God he had only been thirteen at the time, the hell was he thinking? It was a pointed reminder to keep himself focused. He wouldn't let anyone distract him right? "Right." Then why was he slowly humming that song? He didn't recognize it.

"You're the love that I hate. You're the drug that I take. Will you cage me? Will you cage me?" He shakes his head, wanting nothing more to slam the bottle into, something but he slowly lowers it. It wasn't something he was meant to hear. What should he care what people did, her work was not bad for someone they found. "She's hiding something..." He didn't like that feeling, he cared deeply for everyone that worked for him. It always pained him when they lost a good soldier. But he wasn't allowed to show any emotion. He was 'better' then that, but it often came out as uncaring. He doesn't notice himself moving, making his way back to the work station. Sara was laying on a board, as Ingram pointed out a few things to fix. She had removed the top part of her uniform, because damn it was getting hot. Sara always had a way of overheating. No matter what the temperature was, she was always warm. Ingram just watches closely as she tilts her head. "Now that's an interesting tattoo.." Sara feels her eyes go wide, why was it she kept forgetting about that?" "I don't think I've ever seen a flower like that before..." There was almost a since of awe behind her voice as Sara slowly sits up. She lets out a small nervous laugh. "I'm...not surprised, it's not real, it's from a book. Yes, big surprise, I'm a huge nerd..." Ingram laughs a bit as she crosses her arms. "It's still impressive work.."

Maxson slows, what was he doing? He turns, but takes a step back as he listens. "It's only a year old, but after I read about..." Her voice lowers a bit. "It just made sense to get it...after....everything..." She looks down, staying on the small rolling board she was given to use. She was just wearing a simple tank top, so she could cool down. It was long enough to cover her back at least. "Okay so the first one I got was...mostly a dare, but I don't regret it. Deal was, I got the sword...he had to get the mask...ohhh he hated me...for months, because I actually went through with it." She takes a quick look around before turning her back to Ingram. She raises her shirt and she hears a few people whistle. "Oh wow, that's...wow.." The Master Sword she had picked up, was a work of art. It was the same style as the one from Twilight Princess. She didn't care what people thought of the game, she liked it. Even if Midna was about as annoying at Navi. "I...don't recognize the symbol on the bottom though." Just at the base of her back was the Tri-Froce, now Maxson was looking and Ingram doesn't say a thing about it as Sara lowers her shirt. "Comes from the same book, the sword is the weapon the hero always uses. It's called the Master Sword...and yes I have an actual replica of one." She looks to the side a bit, not really noticing the amount of people that had gotten a look. "The...off set of collections I have is...numerous." "So what happened..to your friend?" That made Sara go quiet as she looks down. "He...was killed...trying to save someone from gun fire. It...hit his heart...he died instantly. As well as several other people that night..." She feels a iron hand on her shoulder, Ingram looking rather guilty for asking. "I'm..so sorry, who ever he was, he sounded like a hero." Sara smiles slowly as she nods. "He was...anyway.."

She looks to her arm. "The uh...flower, it's called the Silent Princess...I don't know it sounds...silly now, but it made sense at the time to get it..." She could have gone off the deep end and just cover her body like most people, but what she had, was good enough. "It's a good read, if I find it, I'll let you take a peak." She looks up slightly, doubting that was possible, but she had to play this off. "Might be hard though.." "Ah don't sweat it...as long as it's not scary." Sara tilts her head a bit. "Mmm...I think the only thing about Zelda that ever unnerved me are Redeads. Imagine Feral's, but they have this high pitch scream that make you freeze in place and..." She shutters at the thought. "Just the idea behind it is terrifying..." She blinks as she looks up, several people now listening. "And with that story time is over..." She hears a collected groan of 'awww' as everyone goes back to what they were doing. "Am I that entertaining...?" "You'd be surprised..no offence Elder." Sara slowly turns to see Maxson, how long had he been standing there? This is where reloading would come in handy. "Well that should do it for now, I still need to get a few parts from the storage, but come tomorrow, both suits should be close to done." Ingram nods as she heads off, needed to make her way down to the base down bellow. Sara just looks at the work she just finished before slowly getting up. "I just hope it's enough..." "Every bit counts Knight, though it seems Ingram was right to have you for the job...not many people work on the same level as she does..."

She could feel her fingers twitching. "Guess my tinkering finally seems to be paying off.." That and the months she spent learning how to make her own computer. It was sad how right people were when it came to computers. Buy the shell, and just put in what you want. Beats shoving out over two-thousand dollars, for something that was only going to last a year or two, at best. Hell the monitor she had with Vista blew up on her after a black out. She never could fix it after that. Man Vista had been the worst idea ever, she was even shaking her head now. "Hey wait, what time is it?" Did it just hit her that Ingram said they'd finish tomorrow, how much time had passed? Didn't she just wake up. Not having a clock was messing her up so badly. Turns out it wasn't that late, but it was going to take Ingram the rest of the day to find the rest of what she needed for the suits. After that she would just have to find something new to work on. It all depended on how this would play out after all. "I'm...coming off as disrespectful...aren't I?" She got used to the whole 'sir' part years ago, thanks to her job. She just wasn't used to the whole military thing. Maxson turns to her, it was hard to read what he was thinking. "No, you just lack the military training...which isn't all that surprising." She flinches at the sound of his voice. "However..." He rises his hand, but makes sure no one was really listening. "I'm...letting this slide...for now, just as long as you remember who's in charge." It takes her a minute to say anything. "Yes sir...of course.." She could still feel his gaze as she slowly looks up. He doesn't seem to say anything else as he turns to leave. Slightly forgetting why he had been there in the first place. It didn't feel like it was important anymore.

The rest of the day Sara just spent her time roaming the area. She wouldn't be much help to Ingram down below since she wouldn't have any idea of what she would be looking for. It was something to do until night came and she tired to get some sleep. After finding a stray teddy bear, she was out like a light. Having something to hold onto, helped her greatly to relax. Sure it was a bit childish, but it was a habit that had become to hard to break. When morning came, which was hard to tell when that was. Her mind however remained loyal on telling her when it was eight in the morning. It never failed, no matter where she was, what time she went to bed. She was always, up by eight. Her mind just knew when to wake up. She joins Ingram as they put the finishing touches on the power armor. Sara had to admit, she was learning a lot more then before being about to actually work on the armor. But they were done, which meant that Nate and Paladin Danse could head off into the Glowing Sea. Nate wasn't to sure where to start looking, but the best advise Elder Maxson could give him would to just start at the edge, and move south. He was slightly aware of the 'Children of Atom' but with any luck they 'might' help. He just hoped he wasn't sending them to their doom. The only thing he could really do was wish them luck as they flew off. All that was left to really do was wait and see if they came out of this successful. After that, he turns and tries to keep his mind on his work, which meant just holding himself in his room for some poor way of 'hiding'. Hell it wasn't much but the space was still his. He only had so many personal items to call his own.

He does put his focus on his work, making sure to take care of the more minor things that always seemed to pile on his desk. Request to go here, to pick up this, to retrieve that, sorting out food. Making sure the water pressure was normal. Stocks were good, they weren't low on ammo or weapons. They had a good supply of scrap metal for repairs. He rises his brow, as he sees a small note from Ingram. The woman practically begging him for her to keep Sara around as an extra set of hands. Having another engineer around could really pay off. But that meant losing someone he could send on the field, what Danse had told him, she was really good with a gun. He sighs deeply, it was up to him really, all he had to do was command it. "But at what coast?" He rises his brows at this thought. Well, he would wait until Danse and Nate returned, then maybe he'd come up with an answer. He turns as he pulls out the single file he had. It was slowly growing with the tiny notes he had been adding. It was no different from anyone else that worked for him. It was mostly, reassurance, to make sure he was doing the right thing. That and to keep track of the people that worked for him. If they fell in battle, it was up to him to contact next of kin. However it wasn't uncommon for most of his soldiers to just put unknown as their information. But he recalled what she said, her parents were alive, but somehow that didn't really seem to mater to her. Why, who would have that much disregard. He slams his hands on his desk, it was time for some answers.







 
 
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