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What's Coming: Masters of the Sky 3
General | Posted 5 years agoOh yes, the Gryphons are back!!
I'm working on the third story of this series and it feels good to be back after so long! And this time Ubisphere plays a more prominent role as the big badies of the story, but we also will see a couple of minor villains appearing in the form of a new Megacorporation.
On the good guys side we have two protagonists, Ranna and an yet unamed protagonist that will have converging stories. (Yes, I'm 4 chapters in and have yet to give the second protagonist a real name.)
And we have gryphons! Many more gryphons and other chimeras that are anxious to show off!
This book will be avaible on Smashwords and to all my patreons as soon as it's done, but right now my Patrons can enjoy the first Chapter!
Consider joining now to see my exclusive content: https://www.patreon.com/AshleyNatter
I'm working on the third story of this series and it feels good to be back after so long! And this time Ubisphere plays a more prominent role as the big badies of the story, but we also will see a couple of minor villains appearing in the form of a new Megacorporation.
On the good guys side we have two protagonists, Ranna and an yet unamed protagonist that will have converging stories. (Yes, I'm 4 chapters in and have yet to give the second protagonist a real name.)
And we have gryphons! Many more gryphons and other chimeras that are anxious to show off!
This book will be avaible on Smashwords and to all my patreons as soon as it's done, but right now my Patrons can enjoy the first Chapter!
Consider joining now to see my exclusive content: https://www.patreon.com/AshleyNatter
What's coming next: Deathclaw Problems
General | Posted 5 years agoDue to mental and monetary problems I couldn't write as much as I would like to this month, so it's all been delayed, while you all wait I decided to give a small preview of what is to come. First is "Deathclaw Problems" a sequel of sorts of Fallout: Bimbo where an Enclave officer finds himself in posession of the mysterious Noah's Key! There are more references to the fate of Vault 97 and the mother of the Nerd-turned-bimbo Lucy.
And I would like to know from all of you, do you enjoy this style of video game stats?
Do you enjoy this style of semi-connected stories?
Consider this an Alpha version of the story, so changes will probably occur in relation to the final version and all that!
If you enjoyed it, please consider becoming a patron at: https://www.patreon.com/AshleyNatter
Deathclaw Troubles
[ X ] Acquire Noah’s Key.
[ ] Wait for Extraction.
"Goddamn it," I cursed after cutting the top of the unlabeled tin can and finding beans. You would have expected that the might and powerful Enclave would have supplied its soldiers with something better than the exact same mushy, rancid, tasteless beans I had been eating in the cafeterias as a common citizen since the day I was born.
I took a spoonful of beans and checked my pipboy again to distract me from the sour flavor. The orders remained unchanged, I was to stay put and wait for extraction, but that order had been sent before most of my gear had been either destroyed by a crazed vault dweller or dragged down a river. A quick check of the inventory showed I was out of ammo in my plasma rifle and on the last clip for my plasma pistol, the power armor was in terrible shape, but I still had a pair of fusion cores with almost full charge. No Stimpaks, no Rad-X, no Mentats. Even those odious beans were coming to an end, there were only two more cans and then I would be starving.
I cursed the bitch from Vault 97 with a loud groan.
The mission had everything to be a piece of cake, the eggheads in Intelligence had uncovered some intel about valuable pre-war tech locked inside of Vault 97, so me and my squadron were dispatched to retrieve it and annex the Vault. We did it by the book, hailed the Overseer using old Vault-tech codes, as soon as they knew we were agents of the US government they invited us in, had a whole welcoming party set up even.
We eliminated all the adults and rounded up the kids to be sent to the reeducation camps, the lucky brats would have the chance to grow up as sub-citizens of the Enclave and help us rebuild the future. All by the book, Vault Dwellers rarely cause problems. Breaching through the workshops and the laboratories was harder, but nothing a PCF-38 Overcharged Plasma Rifle couldn’t vaporize, their small caliber firearms couldn’t do more than scratch the paint of our X-02 Power Armor.
I dispatched a team to take the kids back to Raven Rock, while I moved deeper into the Vault with my personal squad to secure our priority targets. The standard Vault architecture don’t offer many good places to mount a defense, but the Dwellers tried anyway. We located the asset deep into their laboratories, the small suitcase barely looked worth it, but if the nerds in Intelligence wanted something it’s not my place to ask questions, just to retrieve it with a good dose of US-grade Shock-and-Awe.
And then the blonde bitch killed Smith. He was pacifying the living quarters, when he found her in one of the rooms, he notified us via the radio, got ready to vaporize her and then… Then the bitch killed him. I can still hear his screams coming through the radio as he burned alive inside of his power armor, some kind of microwave gun the likes I had never seen before.
That’s when I decided to send the book to hell, we should have retreated to secure the asset, but I wanted that bitch dead. We regrouped in the main Atrium and separated in three-men kill teams, moving tightly as we sweep the Vault room by room, hunting her down and eliminating any survivors we found along the way.
Adam, Charlie, Jacob, Steve, Kyle, Aron, Luke, Jack, Ryan, Tristan… I remember each of their deaths, the screams coming trough the radio as she killed us one by one. She lured us into traps, vaporized us with our own weapons, blew us up with improvised explosives. She was a heartless, cold killer.
We faced off in the hydroponics sector. As we swept the room, she emerged out of an algae vat like some kind of ancient demon coming out of the depths, brandishing an auto-axe that cut through John’s armor, that horrible grinding sound of the metal being brutally open and then the wet crunch as the blades cut into his flesh, the spray of blood that erupted through the cracks in his armor bathing her in bright red.
She came at me next, swinging the auto-axe at my head, but I parried it with my left hand, the blade wrecked the fingers of the power armor, but gladly my own hand was spared. Before I could even react, she cracked the chest of my armor open, cutting through the metal, the frame underneath it, and then the screeching sting of pain when the blades cut through my uniform and my skin.
If it hadn’t been for Gregor tackling her, she would have killed me right there. I shouldn’t have left him behind, but he begged me to go ahead, I needed to keep the Noah’s key safe or their deaths would have been in vain. She plunged the auto-axe deep against his leg and he pulled the pin on the plasma grenade.
The heat of the explosion chased me down the corridor as I moved as fast as I could through the grey corridors of the Vault, I told myself she couldn’t have survived the plasma, but some primitive part in my brain insisted she was still alive and at any moment she would come for me.
I had never been happier than when I embarked on the Vertibird, that should have been the end of it. The engines roaring around me were the comforting sound of going back home, of being high and above the Wasteland and its barbaric inhabitants.
We were engulfed in the nuclear rage of an airburst mini nuke, the manifestation of fire and fury that obliterated everything in its path, my armor screamed with alerts as the sudden spike in radiation and heat overwhelmed its systems. The vertibird was wrecked, plunged out of the air and into the cold waters of the river below us.
I lost conscience at some point, the automated systems kicking into action to preserve my life, spending the last of my medical resources as the powerful currents of the river dragged me south, deep into the Southern Badlands. I don’t know precisely how long I was in the river, but I managed to drag myself out of the water and into the ruins of an old hotel.
I was bleeding, irradiated, almost drowned, and had lost most of my gear, but I fucking survived and kept this dammed Noah’s Key with me.
I set up a provisory camp near the hotel’s pool where I could be easily spotted by any passing vertibird, but not by any Wastelander coming down the road in front of the hotel. We had sent a signal to Raven Rock that we were inbound with the package, so when we failed to make contact again, they would send some sort of rescue for me. I had faith in Enclave and Eden’s plans for America.
[Hunger Increased]
[Thirsty Increased]
Day 2:
[ ] Wait for Extraction.
Eating the last can of beans today, still no signal of the Enclave or anyone else for good measure.
[Survival 30] Turns out this whole surviving stuff is way more complicated than I expected, I tried to get a fire going like they taught us in the survival course, but rubbing two sticks together did nothing.
[Science 75] Luck for me, I managed to use the vestigial charge in a spent microfusion cell to make a sparkle and start a small fire. So at least I’m not freezing to death now.
Eating the last can of beans for dinner I realize that if rescue don’t come by tonight, tomorrow I’ll have to search the hotel for supplies like some common Scavenger. I hope there’s some food in the kitchen, otherwise my only options will be to go hunting, or even batter with the primitives.
The Southern Badlands were savage country, Enclave Intelligence showed no presence of either the NCR or the Brotherhood anywhere near, they had tagged a dozen different nomad tribes deeply infected by mutants, and a couple of small settlements where overgrown raiders played at being warlords.
Any real danger in the region came out of the wildlife, you had the usual geckos, but also some pretty vicious coywolves, and a nest of deathclaws in an old trains station. Lucky for me, there were also some big herds of brahmin moving through the region.
It wasn’t a bad place, with my power armor still working I could move around undisturbed, even a deathclaw couldn’t bring me down, but without my rifle working and my pistol on its last charges it meant I wouldn’t have the firepower to properly pacify these savages if the need arise.
With some luck, all of this would be just mere speculation, the distress signal from our vertbird must have reached the Raven Rock, a rescue party must be coming to me at any moment, I just need to stay strong, hold my position, ad trust on Enclave.
Searching the radio waves with the pipboy was useless, there’s a couple of garbled signals and nothing more, not even one of those annoying DJ’s that set themselves up everywhere. Whatever the locals around here have been doing, they haven’t been sending radio messages.
However, fiddling with my pipboy also revealed another problem to my ever-growing list, it seems that my radiation levels are growing, slowly but constantly. This is just… Fucking great! They had warned us about staying outside without Rad-X, but I had never expected it would be so bad.
[Light Radiation Sickness]
[Light Starvation]
[Light Dehydration]
And I would like to know from all of you, do you enjoy this style of video game stats?
Do you enjoy this style of semi-connected stories?
Consider this an Alpha version of the story, so changes will probably occur in relation to the final version and all that!
If you enjoyed it, please consider becoming a patron at: https://www.patreon.com/AshleyNatter
Deathclaw Troubles
[ X ] Acquire Noah’s Key.
[ ] Wait for Extraction.
"Goddamn it," I cursed after cutting the top of the unlabeled tin can and finding beans. You would have expected that the might and powerful Enclave would have supplied its soldiers with something better than the exact same mushy, rancid, tasteless beans I had been eating in the cafeterias as a common citizen since the day I was born.
I took a spoonful of beans and checked my pipboy again to distract me from the sour flavor. The orders remained unchanged, I was to stay put and wait for extraction, but that order had been sent before most of my gear had been either destroyed by a crazed vault dweller or dragged down a river. A quick check of the inventory showed I was out of ammo in my plasma rifle and on the last clip for my plasma pistol, the power armor was in terrible shape, but I still had a pair of fusion cores with almost full charge. No Stimpaks, no Rad-X, no Mentats. Even those odious beans were coming to an end, there were only two more cans and then I would be starving.
I cursed the bitch from Vault 97 with a loud groan.
The mission had everything to be a piece of cake, the eggheads in Intelligence had uncovered some intel about valuable pre-war tech locked inside of Vault 97, so me and my squadron were dispatched to retrieve it and annex the Vault. We did it by the book, hailed the Overseer using old Vault-tech codes, as soon as they knew we were agents of the US government they invited us in, had a whole welcoming party set up even.
We eliminated all the adults and rounded up the kids to be sent to the reeducation camps, the lucky brats would have the chance to grow up as sub-citizens of the Enclave and help us rebuild the future. All by the book, Vault Dwellers rarely cause problems. Breaching through the workshops and the laboratories was harder, but nothing a PCF-38 Overcharged Plasma Rifle couldn’t vaporize, their small caliber firearms couldn’t do more than scratch the paint of our X-02 Power Armor.
I dispatched a team to take the kids back to Raven Rock, while I moved deeper into the Vault with my personal squad to secure our priority targets. The standard Vault architecture don’t offer many good places to mount a defense, but the Dwellers tried anyway. We located the asset deep into their laboratories, the small suitcase barely looked worth it, but if the nerds in Intelligence wanted something it’s not my place to ask questions, just to retrieve it with a good dose of US-grade Shock-and-Awe.
And then the blonde bitch killed Smith. He was pacifying the living quarters, when he found her in one of the rooms, he notified us via the radio, got ready to vaporize her and then… Then the bitch killed him. I can still hear his screams coming through the radio as he burned alive inside of his power armor, some kind of microwave gun the likes I had never seen before.
That’s when I decided to send the book to hell, we should have retreated to secure the asset, but I wanted that bitch dead. We regrouped in the main Atrium and separated in three-men kill teams, moving tightly as we sweep the Vault room by room, hunting her down and eliminating any survivors we found along the way.
Adam, Charlie, Jacob, Steve, Kyle, Aron, Luke, Jack, Ryan, Tristan… I remember each of their deaths, the screams coming trough the radio as she killed us one by one. She lured us into traps, vaporized us with our own weapons, blew us up with improvised explosives. She was a heartless, cold killer.
We faced off in the hydroponics sector. As we swept the room, she emerged out of an algae vat like some kind of ancient demon coming out of the depths, brandishing an auto-axe that cut through John’s armor, that horrible grinding sound of the metal being brutally open and then the wet crunch as the blades cut into his flesh, the spray of blood that erupted through the cracks in his armor bathing her in bright red.
She came at me next, swinging the auto-axe at my head, but I parried it with my left hand, the blade wrecked the fingers of the power armor, but gladly my own hand was spared. Before I could even react, she cracked the chest of my armor open, cutting through the metal, the frame underneath it, and then the screeching sting of pain when the blades cut through my uniform and my skin.
If it hadn’t been for Gregor tackling her, she would have killed me right there. I shouldn’t have left him behind, but he begged me to go ahead, I needed to keep the Noah’s key safe or their deaths would have been in vain. She plunged the auto-axe deep against his leg and he pulled the pin on the plasma grenade.
The heat of the explosion chased me down the corridor as I moved as fast as I could through the grey corridors of the Vault, I told myself she couldn’t have survived the plasma, but some primitive part in my brain insisted she was still alive and at any moment she would come for me.
I had never been happier than when I embarked on the Vertibird, that should have been the end of it. The engines roaring around me were the comforting sound of going back home, of being high and above the Wasteland and its barbaric inhabitants.
We were engulfed in the nuclear rage of an airburst mini nuke, the manifestation of fire and fury that obliterated everything in its path, my armor screamed with alerts as the sudden spike in radiation and heat overwhelmed its systems. The vertibird was wrecked, plunged out of the air and into the cold waters of the river below us.
I lost conscience at some point, the automated systems kicking into action to preserve my life, spending the last of my medical resources as the powerful currents of the river dragged me south, deep into the Southern Badlands. I don’t know precisely how long I was in the river, but I managed to drag myself out of the water and into the ruins of an old hotel.
I was bleeding, irradiated, almost drowned, and had lost most of my gear, but I fucking survived and kept this dammed Noah’s Key with me.
I set up a provisory camp near the hotel’s pool where I could be easily spotted by any passing vertibird, but not by any Wastelander coming down the road in front of the hotel. We had sent a signal to Raven Rock that we were inbound with the package, so when we failed to make contact again, they would send some sort of rescue for me. I had faith in Enclave and Eden’s plans for America.
[Hunger Increased]
[Thirsty Increased]
Day 2:
[ ] Wait for Extraction.
Eating the last can of beans today, still no signal of the Enclave or anyone else for good measure.
[Survival 30] Turns out this whole surviving stuff is way more complicated than I expected, I tried to get a fire going like they taught us in the survival course, but rubbing two sticks together did nothing.
[Science 75] Luck for me, I managed to use the vestigial charge in a spent microfusion cell to make a sparkle and start a small fire. So at least I’m not freezing to death now.
Eating the last can of beans for dinner I realize that if rescue don’t come by tonight, tomorrow I’ll have to search the hotel for supplies like some common Scavenger. I hope there’s some food in the kitchen, otherwise my only options will be to go hunting, or even batter with the primitives.
The Southern Badlands were savage country, Enclave Intelligence showed no presence of either the NCR or the Brotherhood anywhere near, they had tagged a dozen different nomad tribes deeply infected by mutants, and a couple of small settlements where overgrown raiders played at being warlords.
Any real danger in the region came out of the wildlife, you had the usual geckos, but also some pretty vicious coywolves, and a nest of deathclaws in an old trains station. Lucky for me, there were also some big herds of brahmin moving through the region.
It wasn’t a bad place, with my power armor still working I could move around undisturbed, even a deathclaw couldn’t bring me down, but without my rifle working and my pistol on its last charges it meant I wouldn’t have the firepower to properly pacify these savages if the need arise.
With some luck, all of this would be just mere speculation, the distress signal from our vertbird must have reached the Raven Rock, a rescue party must be coming to me at any moment, I just need to stay strong, hold my position, ad trust on Enclave.
Searching the radio waves with the pipboy was useless, there’s a couple of garbled signals and nothing more, not even one of those annoying DJ’s that set themselves up everywhere. Whatever the locals around here have been doing, they haven’t been sending radio messages.
However, fiddling with my pipboy also revealed another problem to my ever-growing list, it seems that my radiation levels are growing, slowly but constantly. This is just… Fucking great! They had warned us about staying outside without Rad-X, but I had never expected it would be so bad.
[Light Radiation Sickness]
[Light Starvation]
[Light Dehydration]
100 Followers Story Raffle
General | Posted 6 years agoTo celebrate my 100 followers, I'll be raffling a short story, whoever wants to participate just need to drop a comment here: https://twitter.com/AshleyNatter/st...../1239233836...
I'll announce the winner by the 18th! Thank you very much for everyone that has been following me!!
I'll announce the winner by the 18th! Thank you very much for everyone that has been following me!!
Cyberpunk Sales!
General | Posted 6 years agoTired of walking around in a bag of flesh? Come now and get some nice chrome finish! Only the best deals here at Ashley's Second hand Chrome shop!
5 Slots Open
Each story will be about 2~3K words
Cyberpunk Themes Only!
5 Slots Open
Each story will be about 2~3K words
Cyberpunk Themes Only!
YCH - Incest/Transformation
General | Posted 7 years agoIt was a raining night when a Witch offered you a small trinket that had the power to save your marriage, what could go wrong?
https://ych.commishes.com/auction/show/2073/ych--i
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New YCH!
General | Posted 8 years agoAn adventure in Northern equestria, as zebras comes to conquer the fabled Stable, one hero will stand against them!
https://ych.commishes.com/auction/s.....-curse-winter/
https://ych.commishes.com/auction/s.....-curse-winter/
YCH Story - Rubber Invader
General | Posted 8 years ago
mobsterdolphin is the winner of the raffle, thanks for everyone that participated, I'll have another raffle by next month! 