The Other is Red
Shar sat on the bench seat of the limmo, across from the young man who’d invited her in. He’d introduced himself as Alexis Mordrun. He was a fine and dignified man, though all that did nothing to hide the clear fact that he was no upstanding citizen. As the limmo drove through the streets his face was occasionally lit by a band of light for an instant before returning to shadows.
“So… Shar.” Alexis said, taking a sip of champagne. “Shar with no last name. Shar who claims she’s just some dead soldier in the Royal Army… What is it that you’re doi
The Other is Red
“Ready to die, kid?” Shar looked up at the man who’d spoken. Crowded into the back of a troop transport, Shar and eleven other recruits were headed for a nearby training camp. There they’d be given about two weeks of training, have a gun slapped into their hands, and then be sent off to fight on some exotic front.
“Uhm… I was kind of hoping not to.” Shar replied. Shar was a small, slim girl just barely nineteen. Her jet black, perpetually messy hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Nothing about her looked strong, or sturdy. For much of h
There's something odd going on in a newly-discovered Vault. Near the bustling city of Iron Shores, in what used to be the state of Georgia, the East Coast chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel is converging on something in the old military base. If you'd like to find out what, comment on this journal with the following information:
Race: Any human race, or ghoul (Possibly other Fallout races such as Synth, if viable)
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