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Any more comments?

^^^^^^This post times a million. I got four N64s, a Gamecube, and my siblings got a Wii. I got a 360-don't really wanna buy an original XBOX. Had a PS1-Smashed it to pieces with a hammer, and got my PS2.

Hey Deo, I'd hate to call you on this but did you read the setup?

Thanks. And any comments on who wins?

"DUCK!!" The hero of the Wasteland, better known as "The Lone Wanderer" to some, exclaimed as he rolled to the side as his loyal dog and companion Dogmeat barked and followed after him. Fawkes slung his Gatling Laser over his back again as he pulled out his Super Sledge and charged at Khz'Sir, who turned the Plasma Caster to fire at the incoming super mutant, but he'd blink in surprise as a quick swing from the sledge sent his caster flying and crashing onto the ground. "Now, stand and fight me like a man, strange creature!" Fawkes bellowed as he started up again for another swing, but Khz'Sir wasn't a fool and back flipped away, avoiding Fawke's swing. As he landed, he'd notice the Lone Wanderer charging at him with his shishkebab drawn. Drawing his Combi-Staff, he'd easily block Wanderer's swings and slashes, although he was surprised that what had seemed to be a ordinary human was actually pushing him back. But snickering behind his helmet, the Lone Wanderer jumped back, confusing the Yautja. However, the sledge slamming into his helmet and face cleared up that confusion right quick. He was sent flying through the front doors of a nearby building and slammed into the wall with a thud. Falling forward, tossing his mask to the side, and coughing up blood from Fawkes's blow, he glared as he saw the Lone Wanderer and Fawkes high five each other for their excellent team work. Reaching into a pouch on his belt, he'd pull out three smart discs and hurled them at the duo but stepping forward, and drawing the Alien Blaster, the Lone Wanderer activated VATS and shot the Smart Discs, knocking them off course to go flying past the Lone Wanderer and his companions. As time returned to normal and somehow his Smart Discs had missed, Khz'Sir had no idea what had just happened. But, one thing was for sure, a human and his brutish companion were making sport out of humiliating him. Snarling, he realized that when he had been hit, he had dropped his Combi Stick, leaving him with only his wrist blades-- but he'd be damned if he went down without a fight, and so, charging forward while doing his best to ignore the throbbing pain in some of his ribs (which were probably broken by the hit that sent him into the building). Aiming the Alien Blaster again, the Lone Wanderer prepared to use VATS once more, but blinked in surprise as Khz'Sir was still nimble enough to duck under Fawkes's swing and knock the Lone Wanderer to the ground. But before he could do anything further, barking was heard as all three parties turned their heads to glance at Dogmeat, who saw his master and best friend in danger, growled as he leapt at Khz'Sir, and knocked him off the Lone Wanderer-- but this "victory' would be short-lived as the yautja easily slashed Dogmeat and kicked him away causing him to yelp and whimper in pain. "Dogmeat!" The Lone Wanderer rushed over to his dog while Fawkes kept Khz'Sir busy. Tears ran down his face as he pulled his helmet off and threw it to the ground. His first companion was here dying in his arms and all because Dogmeat had done all he could to protect him. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do to help him now! He'd gulp and as Dogmeat licked his face one more time and closed his eyes. He'd lay his dog down gently and pulling out the Terrible Shotgun, he'd load it and using VATS to aim, he'd fire and hit Khz'Sir dead center in the back causing him to cry out in pain. Fawkes saw a chance when it showed it itself but seeing tears on his friend's face and Dogmeat laying still on the ground, the super mutant roared and slammed a massive green fist into the side of Khz'Sir's face cracking some bones and sending him rolling across the ground. Seeing stars, Khz'Sir shook his head, and even as green blood dripped from the side of his mandibles, he didn't react quick enough to dodge the anger fueled blows that Fawkes rained down upon him, breaking bones where there wasn't armor; and grasping him by the head, Fawkes slammed Khz'Sir into the ground and then flung him away. As it seemed that had been enough to kill the bastard, Fawkes made his way over to his young friend who was standing guard by Dogmeat's corpse, and had his ultimate weapon: the Fat Man out and ready. Before, Fawkes could get a word in edgewise, the Lone Wanderer aimed the Fat Man up and fired. A distinct whistling noise could be heard as Khz'Sir had shakily risen to his feet once more and was trying to activate his self destruct device. But, then the mini-nuke touched down and although it didn't hit Khz'Sir directly, it sent him flying through the air like a hideous blood covered bird. Crashing with a thud and his device ruined, Khz'Sir was fading in and out, and could barely make out the figure of the Lone Wanderer approaching him and having switched back out to his Terrible Shotgun, he blasted Khz'Sir's right knee blowing it out and causing the yautja to cry out in pain. Then, pulling out his Chinese Assault Rifle, he unloaded into Khz'Sir's other knee rendering it even more useless. Finally, he pulled out his ten millimeter and was preparing to shoot the hunter in the head but a firm grip on his arm caused him to slowly lower the gun. Glancing up at the gentle giant who was responsible for the grip, the Lone Wanderer burst out in tears again. Patting him on the back, Fawkes glared at the broken alien and started to lead the Lone Wanderer off. "I know, I know it hurts"¦ But don't waste your energy on him, my young friend. I have a feeling his humiliation was good enough to avenge both of our comrades." Sniffling and rubbing the tears from his eye, the eighteen year old nodded his head in agreement but looked down with his head hung low at the two "corpses'. "I couldn't even save two of my friends Fawkes. If you weren't so durable, I probably would have lost you too!" He exclaimed shaking his head but then to his surprise, he looked up to see RL-3 floating in front of him. "Eh? You ain't some nancy boy kid! So, quit with the tears! And hey is that pus-filled bag of ugly dead yet?" The tough Mister Gutsy model asked. The Lone Wanderer simply shook his head and ordered Fawkes to pick up Dogmeat's body; he declined to respond to RL-3 who glanced back at the broken and battered body of Khz'Sir and his two comrades. "RL-3! You will follow Fawkes and I NOW! That's an order!" He snapped as the robot quickly turned and followed after as he was ordered. But, unknown to all of the fighters, there had been more prisoners on the alien's ship. Prisoners that had escaped when Khz'Sir had went and slaughtered most of the crew. They had taken note of the battle with interest but declined to intervene until they saw that Khz'Sir was the only one left and in the terrible condition he was in, he wouldn't be much of a threat. So, they'd start to show themselves and although there wasn't much he could do with the state his body was in, his eyes grew wide with frustration as he recalled the figures. He had heard about them from older yautjas, and he was defenseless. So, while he hated it the best option he saw was to try to crawl away with his only working arm. But, it didn't take long for the Xenomorphs to catch up to him and glancing up at the face of certain death, Khz'Sir growled weakly and then with a inner mouth through the skull, the predator's life was over. Meanwhile, the trio had arrived outside Vault 101 where The Lone Wanderer had erected a makeshift cross for Dogmeat's grave. After Fawkes shared a few words, the Lone Wanderer stepped forward. "You really were the best friend a man could ever have and when things looked their bleakest, you were there to comfort me. I'll miss you." He'd say as RL-3 then had to say something and glancing around, he spoke. "Eh... Good dog, I guess?" The robot would have shrugged if he had shoulders but as he didn't the Lone Wanderer simply rolled his eyes and started to walk off, motioning for the others to follow him. Little did he know that within a week or so, a puppy of Dogmeat's would be waiting at Vault 101 for him. Blissfully unaware of the other and most likely more dangerous aliens that were pursuing them, the Lone Wanderer set up camp, and asking Fawkes to go into the water and get them a Mirelurk so that he could cut it up and serve it, he was surprised not that Fawkes quickly returned with a Mirelurk (having cracked it's exoskeleton open with a mighty blow), but at what Fawkes had seen down there. It looked like an "underwater city"; the super mutant put it. Frowning, the Lone Wanderer took a bite out of his cooked Mirelurk meat and as RL-3 couldn't swim obviously, it looked like it'd just be Fawkes and himself. But then a familiar face showed up. It was the ghoul, Charon who looking as serious as ever glanced down at the Lone Wanderer and nodded. "Hey." He looked up from his Pip-boy to Charon and smiled, extending a hand which the ghoul took firmly, and he responded. "Hey to you too, Charon. Say, it's good that you found us again. I was wondering if you could help Fawkes and me with something. Apparently, there's an underwater city down there and since RL-3 can't go down there-- being a robot and all-- how would you like to come with us?" He'd extend the offer to which the ghoul was quick to agree. "Alright then, Sgt. RL-3 I'm depending on you to keep the home front steady. If all goes well, the three of us shouldn't take too long. Well, sergeant? Are my orders loud and clear enough?" "Yes sir! I shall make sure no scummy bastard tries to even LOOK at our camp the wrong way." Grinning, the Lone Wanderer started to get out of his armor and putting it away until he needed again, he gulped and dived into the water with Charon and Fawkes not too far behind. Thankfully, those three managed to make it out in time before they were spotted. But sadly, the good old sergeant wouldn't share their fate as he'd catch three figures making their way towards him-- and when they didn't stop at his warning, he'd open fire and his plasma would splatter one of the Xenomorph's heads wide open, spraying acid everywhere (including RL-3's built in plasma gun). Cursing, he'd float back ready to fight to the death as the other two aliens approached him. "Well, is that all you slimy pussies got? I crush flies bigger than you! COME GET SOME!" Down in the water, the Lone Wanderer was searching for a way in as the rads kept going up and up and while he could always get rid of it with RadAway, he didn't want to waste too much of it for the swim back up. Eventually, Charon found an entrance and soon the three would be in. Scratching his head at the flickering neon light that hung above them, the Lone Wanderer spoke aloud. "Rapture? Sounds kind of depressing if you ask me, though with how this place looks so far, I guess maybe that was the point," he'd mumble under his breath, but then as he continued forward with Fawkes and Charon, he didn't realize or even stop to think that there would be other people here and hearing crying nearby, he'd turn around the corner and see that it looked to be a blonde haired woman-maybe in her mid thirtiess. Stepping forward, the Lone Wanderer extended a hand. "Ma'am?Are you okay--" The teen was knocked for a loop as metal pipe slammed into human skull and falling on his back, the woman (whose face was horribly disfigured) screeched like a banshee and raised the pipe over her head. "You! You're just like the others! Think you're so high and mighty! Well not ANYMORE!" But before she could bring the pipe down and do more damage to his face, the Lone Wanderer brought up his foot seeking to kick her right in the crotch; and as she stumbled back in pain, Charon fired his combat shotgun and blew the top of her head clean off. Turning a bit pale at just how accurate Charon's shot was, the Lone Wanderer placed a hand on where he had been hit and sighed as there was a gash. "Crazy bitch, if people like here are anything like there then I hope we run into some mirelurks," the Lone Wanderer grumbled as he put on his Power Armor again and kept on walking forward, with Charon watching the front with the Lone Wanderer and Fawkes guarding the rear. But their progress wouldn't go unnoticed, and hearing about it from some of the Splicers who had been too afraid to approach because of both Fawkes and Charon, Frank Fontaine cussed up a storm before making his way into a dark room where he kept his secret weapon. This secret weapon had a name though: Jack, Jack was actually the illegitimate son of Andrew Ryan, the founder of Rapture who foresaw that a great event would shake the Earth; that event just so happened to be the Great War, which destroyed China and most of America and countless other nations that got caught in the crossfire. He was genetically engineered by Dr. Suchong to mature in only 2 years. When things in Rapture started to go south, Ryan had attempted to send him out of the city, but Frank had Ryan killed and convinced Jack that Fontaine would "make it all better," and all he had to do was crush whoever Fontaine wanted crushed. He had been used to threaten a man similar to the one that had invaded Rapture now. Only, he referred to himself as "the Chosen One" and took down scores of Big Daddies and Splicers all by himself. It was only when Jack demonstrated his power with the plasmids did the Chosen One turn and flee. He had a feeling it wouldn't work with these guys. But making his way over to Jack, Fontaine kneeled down and turned on the TV which showed the Lone Wanderer and his comrades tearing through Splicers like wet tissue paper. "Jack. Jack, my friend, I look at you like a son. Now, you recall all those years ago, that "Chosen One' asshole? You remember how easily you scared him off? Well, I want you to take the Big Daddies and crush these three gnats. Crush em like bugs beneath your heel." Jack stared blankly at him and sighing, Frank spoke again. "Would you kindly crush them like bugs beneath your heel?" he'd ask before Jack nodded, and rising to his feet, he started for the door, making sure to take his guns and his plasmids with him. Once he had left, he ordered all Security Drones to assist Jack. Not like he'd need it though. No one had ever stood up to him before. "And here's your going away present!" the Lone Wanderer cried, as he decapitated a Splicer with the shishkabob. "You know, since almost everyone down here is hostile, I think maybe we made the wrong choice in coming down here. What do you guys think?" Frowning as all he got was a shrug from Fawkes and a grunt from Charon, he continued on. But then he'd raise his hand to try to stop this sudden blinding light from shining right on him. "Gah! Can either of you guys see what that is?!" the Lone Wanderer asked as a shotgun blast clearly showed that it didn't matter if Charon knew what it was or not. It was dealt with and shut up. Glancing at the destroyed camera, the Lone Wanderer poked it with his foot before letting out a sigh of relief as he turned to walk down the hallway, but stopped as he saw what looked to be like just an ordinary guy but in brown jeans and a gray sweater. He also seemed to have some sort of robots with built in guns floating behind him. As he wasn't going off on some random tangent, the Lone Wanderer whispered to Fawkes and Charon to keep on their guard in case things went south and slowly walking forward, he spoke. "Um, this hasn't been working lately but we come in peace?" He'd try but it meant nothing to Jack who pulling out a syringe, he injected himself with its contents (and much to the Lone Wanderer's confusion and disgust), multiple honeycomb-like pods of reddened flesh appeared on Jack's hand and wrist, with half a dozen hornet-like insects crawling along them. Before the Lone Wanderer could exclaim just what the *vulgarity* that was, a sudden swarm of bees came out of the guy's HAND at him. But while he had gotten himself all worked up he laughed as the bees couldn't really do anything to him or Fawkes. Charon, was swatting them away which annoyed the Lone Wanderer, who drawing his Alien Blaster, aimed it at Jack. "I don't know what the hell just happened in those last few minutes, but call off those bugs or else I'll turn you into a pile of ash and I mean it. I've already lost one friend today," he said, the look in his eyes showing he was completely serious. When Jack continued to stare with that same blank look, the Lone Wanderer's finger slowly pulled on the trigger but before he could pull it all of the way, the blaster was destroyed by a stray bullet from the machine guns built into robot things. Not wanting to waste the time trying to see what he could salvage from the blaster, The Lone Wanderer pulled out his terrible shotgun and rolled into a nearby room, as Charon fired downing one of the drones which exploded as it hit the ground, knocking Jack back. The ghoul then followed the Lone Wanderer into the room, which according to a poster was known as "Triton Cinema'. Fawkes followed after, but he was hurled off his feet by a hulking armored being who also had a drill for a hand. Rising back to his feet and pulling out the Super Sledge, Fawkes cracked his neck as he stared at the Big Daddy-- whose portholes were green-- meaning that Jack had used a hypnotize Big Daddy plasmid on him. Back in the cinema, the Lone Wanderer and Charon were loading their weapons and to add to his already powerful combat shotgun, the Lone Wanderer handed over the Terrible Shotgun to his ghoul comrade. Hearing Jack rising back to his feet, the Lone Wanderer prepared himself for what he had a feeling would be the toughest fight of his life. As Jack and four more Security Drones floated behind him, the "human weapon" injected the Electro Bolt Plasmid into his arm and held his pistol with his other hand. "Hey. I'll take on the robots. You take on the guy, and once I'm done with the bots, I'll help you out." Charon offered as a course of action which The Lone Wanderer quickly accepted more so as he saw some more of those disfigured guys creeping around, itching to join in the fight. "Sounds good to me... Now let's hope we can get out of here alive." ****** Okay! It's a threeway fight The Lone Wanderer with Laser Rifle,10mm Pistol, Chinese Assault Rifle, Hunting Rifle, and has eight stimpacks. He is also wearing T-51B Power Armor. Charon armed with Leather armor and both The Terrible Shotgun and Combat Shotgun Fawkes armed with his super sledge and gatling laser VS Jack who has his pistol, machine gun, wrench,chemical thrower, shotgun and the Electro Bolt, Telekinesis, Sonic Boom Insect Swarm,Hyptonize Big Daddy Plasmid. He also has four Security Bots who are armed with machine guns. There is also a Hypnotized "Bouncer' Big Daddy fighting Fawkes and there is a Rosie on the way. VS Numerous amount of Splicers armed with pipes, crowbars, pistols. The battle is to the death.

Might do a writeup of this for laffs

Tasky killed the wrong ninjas dad. Ryus gonna kick his ASS! Decent setup btw

Im actually surprised to see an f..

Cant say im too happy but thanks for at least explaning why. Ah well

I like the edds but Dash beats em black and blue. Though I see her letting double d off the hoof

I see this match has already been decied but couldnt mags just rip thier blood out. Well trunks at the very least.

Its been a while since I read either mangas so dont know if ken destroying a tank is canon. But guts is one durable mother*vulgarity*er. Has taken hits from powerful guys like zodd. So what it all comes down to is if guts can hit ken fast enougj. Which as skir pointed out he can so guts got this.

Heh, okay. Finally glad to get it out of my head. And it's also neat for someone to actually beat the crap out of Jason..Role reversal if you will. Spiderman is enraged and seeing as how Jason's not human or well a walking corpse he'll just tear him to pieces. But, if anyone else checks this rumble out. Do feel free to go into grand detail about Peter ripping Voorhees apart.

The battle takes place at Camp Crystal Lake and Jason has killed Mary Jane. Does Spiderman tear Jason a new one? As was with the Iron Fist and Goku one, I have a feeling about this one but it's just been running through my head and thought it'd be a waste of a good setup if I posted it in matches.

Scorpion with all of his powers VS Shippuden Naruto. The fight takes place in the Netherealm and as Scorpion can't really die, I guess it's just until either Naruto can keep Scorpion from getting back up or Scorpion kills him.

@AVP: Thanks for the help with the links, brah. And not a half bad description of what the Lone Wanderer has fought. I'd also wonder if the enviroment might play a key role in the outcome of this match.

I'm not very good at describing things in grand detail-ADHD doesn't help matters. So I'll just post a link to his various weapons: http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/10mm_pistol_(Fallout_3) http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Chinese_assault_rifle http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/The_Terrible_Shotgun http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fat_Man_(Fallout_3) http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Alien_blaster_(Fallout_3) http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Shishkebab_(Fallout_3) http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Lone_Wanderer http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fawkes

K' then. Dat's fine.

I think now would be just a good time as any to say that I'm aware that the formatting looks bad-AVP even mentioned so in his post. I could go back and change it but when it's already been out and probably rated why bother? And, well I'm so quick to snap because you usually never have anything to contribute to the match itself when I use yajutas. Last time I used one with Turok, you complained about how people were using yajutas left and right. And now, you post that one line and nothing at all about the match. It's fine if perhaps you haven't played Fallout 3 so you might have no ideas to who the Lone Wanderer is.

Learn not to be an asshole, k? Unless of course you actually have something to contribute to my match like AVP and Force Echo did. If not? Then, well the back arrow is always there.

Lol, actually never noticed that. And, eh right off the bat?

Area looks like that.

Unnamed town, near The Mall (TEST CHARACTER ZERO IS REPRESENTING THE LONE WANDERER FROM FALLOUT 3) A full moon cast dim, blue light over a broken landscape. The sky was crystal clear, not a cloud to be seen, and the stars seemed like diamonds, reflecting the white light that seemed to radiate off of the lunar body like actual radiation off of a glowing pile of toxic waste. Perhaps that's a macabre metaphor, but it fits rather well in this hellhole-no rather MY hellhole. You probably don't know who I am. Or the things I've done, and places I've been and the titles I've been entitled. To the people of this dump better known as The Capitol Wasteland, I'm known as the Lone Wanderer from Vault 101. It's stuck with me so long, that no matter where I go if I see a friendly face, it's always "The Lone Wanderer" and sometimes, I even forget part of my REAL name. The real story though is a sad one, but the last thing I want from anyone is pity. Anyway, the story goes like this: I was just like any other kid growing up in the Vaults. Sure, there were some bullies of course but they didn't bother me too much. The rest of my life from then on was "okay". That is, well until the day. What is so special about this day though, Lone Wanderer? Well, it was the fateful day my father left the vault and left me his wayward, confused son to escape from the vault and follow him out into a broken and deadly land. From there, I proceeded to save the wasteland and every person in it by nearly sacrificing myself to clean the waters of the world. Not bad for an eighteen year old boy from Vault 101, eh? My name, my ultimate title of all my titles, "The Lone Wanderer," has always been something of an enigma to me. Undoubtedly, it refers to my being alone when I stepped out of Vault 101. I almost wasn't. My dearest friend growing up, Amata Almodovar, daughter of the vault's overseer, almost came with me. I was pained that she wouldn't leave with me after helping me escape, but I accepted it. Before, I even acquired the title, I already knew that for a while I'd be on my own, and in all honesty? I was perfectly fine with that, as long as I found my dad.. And, being a "hero" ain't what it's all cracked up to be either. If for one reason, I say it, it would have to be because even when I returned to the vault after so much time and saved it from a great depression that had taken it over after the wake of my and my father's leaving, I was still not allowed to return. In respect to my friend, and perhaps my first love, I left without another word of protest. On that day, I had not felt any lonelier than ever before. But now I sit upon the dirty ground near a burning fire, underneath a blanket of stars and anything but alone. Every night I make camp with my comrades, and sit with them and eat. We talk, we laugh, and for a while, we forget about the horrors that tomorrow will bring. A raider attack? A roving band of super mutants? Or just some random abomination wandering the wastes, killing all that moves? I accept that the people of the wasteland know me as the Lone Wanderer, and call me as such when recounting tales of my amazing exploits and adventures. The ever-charismatic Three Dog certainly has made a new hobby out of telling my fable over his radio station, Galaxy News. I also provide protection to him if he ever needs it and although some of what he says is just mostly telling people to support me, I've also learned a lot about my enemies from him. What, I mean by that is he mentions some of the bad guys I fight. But, I'd better stop before I ramble on about Three Dog too much. But while I accept the name, I don't call myself that. How could I, when I travel with so many followers who have each saved my life more than once? Every night, when we stop our travels and set up camp for the night, I can do nothing but sit and listen to them. Growing up, I was always a quiet and polite child, rarely speaking but often listening and observing. I find myself doing the same every night in the wasteland, surrounded by my friends, each of them an individual I've learned to trust my life with. Though, whenever I meet someone who doesn't know me if for whatever reason, they usually come around and call me "The Lone Wanderer" or that "kid from vault 101". Anyway, always sitting by my side and faithfully following me is man's best friend, Dogmeat. I can't quite remember my reasoning behind his name, but it stuck. Dogmeat has always been an extension of what makes me, me: quiet, faithful and strong. He was the first true companion I made in the wasteland, having come upon him in a junkyard, under attack by a group of raiders. I saw it from a distance, and ran quickly to save him. My surprise could not have been larger when I came upon a dead group of raiders, with a panting and bloody dog in the center of them. I approached slowly, and he whined, moving towards me at an equal speed. His ears low and his head bent, I urged him over and fed him some cooked iguana bits. He happily panted and let me pet him. I spoke soothingly and reassuringly, and ever since then we've been together. He's more than a guardian watchdog, he's a friend. Though we don't speak, a million words are reflected in his eyes. Dogmeat has always been the most loyal and unquestioning companion I'll ever know. Quick to jump right in front of a Deathclaw's swiping hand or charge right into a nest of raiders, it's always been amazing to me how much abuse he's willing to take at my expense. I feel like I'll never be able to repay his loyalty with enough kindness on my part. Patrolling the outskirts of our encampment every night was probably one of my most loyal and probably loud mouth companions, funny considering what he really was. Sergeant RL-3 was the name. A Mister Gutsy unit I bought from a robot dealer outside of a RobCo factory. The Sergeant liked me right away, and began referring to me as a general as soon as I bought him. RL-3 came equipped with a plasma rifle, a flamethrower, and a personality geared towards the murder of all communists. He's one of the funniest robots I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and has always been quick to follow my orders. Then, there was Fawkes. Good old Fawkes helped me out of a lot of sticky situations and probably saved me from being squashed by another Super Mutant who sadly aren't as friendly or as smart as my pal Fawkes is. Fawkes agreed to come with me, and has since become a welcome, if not still frightening, member of the team. A few members have shown distrust and to him and discrimination when it comes to his race and his kind, but after our time together, many in the group now accept him for who he is, an individual and not a freak. Fawkes often speaks of pre-war history he had read about on the computers in Vault 87, but never speaks of his past life. It's a mystery I hope to solve one day, with support and friendship. We all show kindness to him, well, most of us, and Moira Brown from Megaton, the cheery and bright woman she is, took his measurements and made a perfectly-fitting jumpsuit for him. It helped him feel more normal, and our kindness is repaid by both his keen intellect and his prowess in battle. To repay Moira, he spent some time with her for her research. Fawkes did not like the idea of being a guinea pig, but put up with it. Now, it's getting late so I should probably wrap this up. I know it probably won't get to you but I thought it'd be a good thought exercise. -Love you Amata, wish you could have let me stay- "Haha! I do believe that was probably one of the most touching of your journal entries my friend! I am certain that your friend Amata will respond to this one. Though..Perhaps we shouldn't get our hopes up too high.", Fawkes said recalling how all of the Lone Wanderer's journal entries before hand had gotten ignored and he never got anything back from Amata. Sgt.RL-3 on the other hand would comment while patrolling. "Bah! Women are only walking distractions-only difference is that they got a pair of tits. You don't need them weighing you down." He'd suggest as Dogmeat barked wanting to let the Lone Wanderer think. "Well, gee thanks Sarge. You know, I'm happy you're just a robot because I'd hate to see you try to talk to ladies with that kind of attitude. "˜Hey there, you're an awfully lovely looking walking distraction. Your tits aren't half bad either." He said dismissively as Fawkes shook his head and scoffed. "As a gentleman...I see that type of talk regarding females quite...barbaric! We must also remember what this young woman means to young T-"Fawkes would stop as The Lone Wanderer glanced up at him with a look that said "˜please, just stop'. The super mutant would nod. "Well, now that my personal life or what's left of it anyway is done being the topic of discussion of tonight, I think we should probably just get some sleep..Got a busy day tomorrow. " The Lone Wanderer stated as he laid down and Dogmeat licked his face before laying down next to him. Smiling, the eighteen year old pet his faithful canine companion. And as he did so, the LW truly noticed his situation, , surrounded by friends and companions, followers and fighters all, looking upon all the people who have come to care for him, especially Dogmeat. He tore his gaze away from the moon, the stars, the fire, to look at his Pip-Boy. Wedged in-between a metal gap is a photo of Amata, smiling contentedly. It was taken and given to him long before he had left the vault, before he ended up in the confusing and difficult life that he was now living. He looked upon her picture, and then he realized why he was known as the Lone Wanderer. Because I am alone. Perhaps Dogmeat could sense what was feeling, and so when Dogmeat whined, he pet him and fed him some squirrel bits from the stew that he had been enjoying. "It's okay boy. I'm okay. Don't worry," I whispered to him. I looked up at the moon. "I'll be okay." ---Meanwhile, nearby our four heroes location.- "Blast it! Stay hidden and don't try anything stupid!" an alien shouted as he corralled the prisoner into the cell as the field came up behind him. The prisoner was a member of the race known as the Yajuta or "The Predators". This one's name was Khz'Sir and he was of the warrior rank. He had been finally captured by these aliens who after having learned that a mere disgusting human had killed all of their brethren upon another ship, that had been watching Earth for quite some time, Khz'Sir killing some of their finest warriors looking for a challenge was the straw that broke the alien camel's back and so, they sent their best ships to track down and finally capture the bastard. But, he didn't go down easily. He killed at least 30 out of the 50 they had sent to capture him. But, now he was weaponless and at their mercy. Or so they thought. Once the guard left after Khz'Sir was locked up, the predator looked around his cell and ripping the "bed" that they provided, he jammed it in the gate which would short circuit it and soon, it'd vanish altogether. The alarm would quickly sound and keeping the metal bed in his grasp, he swung it with all his strength downwards upon one of the incoming alien's heads smashing the helmet and splattering their brains all over the back of the bed. As the corpse fell to the floor with a sickening thud, Khz'Sir ran off as he wanted to find his weapons and not be stuck fighting his captors with nothing but a bed. Soon, he'd kill enough aliens that the Captain himself along with the second in command set out to take him down once and for all armed with alien blasters and alien rifles. While he had slaughtered a good part of the crew already, the two aliens weren't scared or if they were they did an excellent job at hiding it. "Come out and face us. Or we'll hunt you down like the savage that you act as!"The Captain yelled to Khz'Sir in a displeased tone. The second in command frowned, "Captain? Perhaps, it'd be better if we simply waited for him to show himself instead o-", The second in command would be cut off as a thud was heard around the corner and the two would run there and be revolted at what they saw: There brothers laying there skinned and their helmets cracked. "That ruthless..When we find him, I'll-"The Captain started before he saw a figure greatly resembling the Yajuta appear at the end of the hallway and gulping the two aliens turned tail and started to run, hoping to reach the ship's main bridge before Khz'Sir caught up to them. The doors parted to the sides as the two aliens rushed through and quickly yelled in their own language for the doors to close so that the prisoner would not get through and get THEM. But, Khz'Sir was one step ahead of them and as the doors attempted to close, he placed his hands out and although it strained him the aliens could only watch in horror as the servos in the door eventually gave out and opened up as Khz'Sir cracked his knuckles as he glared at his captors who screeched at the pilots of the ship to do something. But, it'd soon turn into a slaughter as Khz'Sir was more than agile enough to avoid the alien's weaponry and usually it only took one punch to kill one of them. But, as he stood looking at the broken and battered corpses that lay before him, he braced for impact as the last pilot of the ship had decided he'd rather die than be killed by some primitive barbarian. Khz'Sir simply closed his eyes and hoped for the best.. Meanwhile back on Earth... "Okay, so the thing is RL-3, I can't just "˜whip it out and slap her in the face'. I mean, some of the soldiers that worked with you might have said back in the old days. But I'm not them." The Lone Wanderer said explaining for the fifth time why he couldn't just do that to set the hostile women he encountered. But, then he'd glance up to something apparently falling from the sky and very fast. Before he could ask what the heck that was, Fawkes had already picked him up over his shoulder and was running to cover as fast as he could, with Dogmeat and RL-3 not too far behind. *BOOM!* The ship hit the ground at a tremendous speed, causing a part of it to break off and land a couple of feet away from the main ship. Once the smoke cleared, the main door of the ship was kicked open by Khz'Sir who had seemingly managed to survive the crash landing and had also acquired his equipment back again. Stepping off onto the ground, he'd glance around at the various buildings around him, looking much worse for wear as well as trenches dug in the middle of the street. Being curious, but motioning for the others to follow him in case things should go south, he slipped on his T-51b armor and slinging his Laser Rifle over his shoulder, he slowly made his way out towards the strange figure waving his arms to show he posed no threat. But, catching sight of the armored being, Khz'Sir wasn't having it and turning the plasma caster on his shoulder, it fired barely missing The Lone Wanderer instead nailing Sgt RL-3 knocking him to the ground and damaging his systems. "RL-3! You bastard, just who or what ARE you?!" The Lone Wanderer demanded as Khz'Sir didn't answer and simply turned the plasma caster to aim it at him, but before he could fire, he had to retreat as a flurry of lasers flew at him, though one would manage to hit him and damage his cloak. Glancing over, he'd let out a sigh of relief as Fawkes and Dogmeat had come to his aid. "I know not of what manner of creature this strange fellow is. But we must stop him, for if he is cruel enough to attack and damage one of our comrades for no reason, then who knows what else it might do! Come, my young friend! We shall take on this foe together!", The friendly Super mutant proclaimed as The Lone Wanderer nodded and pulling out the Laser rifle, he'd nod. "And here I thought I'd never have to see any aliens ever again." Meanwhile, as Fawkes's fury subsided, Khz'Sir discarded his ruined cloak and got ready for what might be the first real challenge in a long time. Okay! It's a battle at The National Mall with Khz'Sir(a yajuta made up just for this fight):a warrior armed with four smartdiscs, his plasma caster, his dlex armor, combi-staff and wristblade Vs The Lone Wanderer armed with the Fat Man, Laser Rifle,10mm Pistol, Chinese Assault Rifle, Hunting Rifle, The Terrible Shotgun, alien pistol, shisikebab, and has eight stimpacks. He is also wearing T-51B Power Armor. Fawkes armed with the Gatling Laser gun and four stimpacks. Dogmeat whose well...a dog. A tough one though. The battle is to the death, seeing as how Khz'Sir wants to see if he can get a challenge out of these three.

If he's been added already-I might do a series of arcs revolving around The Lone Wanderer.