#Vertibird

[spockvarietyhour]

Vertibird in Fallout episodes 1 & 2

[headlesssamurai]

‘‘ I don't want to see tomorrow, Unless I see it with you… ’’

[willinglyghoulified]

How tf do Vertibirds even work? I'm writing a lot of scenes with Vertibirds and I keep saying "he took the key out of the ignition" after they land because I don't want the possibility of a mf stealing it. Like?? Keys feel so old school for this time period?? But if all it takes is a button press, that feels like it's too easy to steal it. Idk man.

[aboutoriginality]

[shatinn]

Fallout 4 - alternative magazine - The PRYDWEN - 7 

[tau1tvec]

IT’S HAPPENING !!!

[stoat-party]

Fallout 4 mission where you waltz onto the Prydwen post-Blind Betrayal and steal back Danse’s cat.

[wastelandhell]

jesus christ dude lighten up

[typosandtea]

"Paladin who? the names Clark"

Gave Danse some glasses, seems that superman fella was on to something.

[leavingautumn13]

working on some stuff for artfight, including details for nora as a companion in far harbor

i'm also filling out this awesome template made by @fuzzydreamin. check it out!

[thefalloutwiki]

Pictured: Klamath Canyon in Fallout 2. The crashed Vertibird was piloted by Daisy Whitman, who had to make a "hard landing" after a rotor malfunction. The wreck was later found by Lily, who crafted a sword from a rotor blade (with Leo's guidance).

You can read more about Klamath Canyon here

[willinglyghoulified]

Book 2: “For the People,” Ch. 19, an excerpt

This is one of my absolute favorite parts in my fanfiction series for Fallout 4 and I just had to share it with you guys. Books are currently being edited to fit my OC’s new name since I’ve developed her beyond “Nora,” but there are 3 books still fully readable if anyone’s interested here. Book 2 is ranked number 1 in “#johnhancock”

(Long excerpt.)

[Nora]

I smashed through the glass of the Prydwen’s window. The vertibird crashed against the metal frame, too big to fit inside the room, and came to a full stop, flinging me forward out of the pilot seat. My head hit the front windshield, the bulletproof glass sustaining the blow and only cracking. My body ragdolled to the floor of the vertibird and rolled out the side door.

I landed on the floor of the Prydwen and gasped for air. The blow had knocked the breath out of me and popped my neck so hard, I thought for a moment I had broken it. I was seeing double and laid there, dumbfounded, trying to regain my sense of urgency.

I slowly reached for the guns on my hips to make sure they were still there. My whole body ached. As my eyesight returned, I looked around to find all my extra ammo strewn around the wreckage; the strap of my bag snapped off during the wreck and its contents were flung about.

I took a deep breath and tried to stand up. Shards of broken glass crunched against my hands, feet, and knees as I moved my body across the floor. The metal frame of the window and pieces of the vertibird that had broken off tore at my pants legs and sliced through my skin like butter, prompting me to slow my pace to a crawl and be more careful. I couldn’t sustain many more wounds.

“You!” someone growled.

I dizzily looked up to see a soldier that I had met before. he was the blond soldier that accompanied Danse and Maxson that day at Goodneighbor. He didn’t have his power armor on this time, but that didn’t stop him from aiming his laser pistol at me in his shaky hands. His eyes were wide with fear, sweat rolling down his cheeks.

“Don’t you dare move,” he warned.

“Aren’t you going to shoot me?” I grunted past the pain.

“I fucking should... but Maxson would probably want you alive.”

“Who cares what he wants?” i muttered as I made an attempt to stand.

“I said don’t move! All I have to do is call in my soldier pals and they’ll take you hostage!”

“Do it yourself,” I pressed. I knew kids like him lacked nerve.

“I... I can’t. I’m not authorized to do that. I was demoted after leaving Goodneighbor for ‘threatening peaceful relations through verbal demoralization.’ What relations?!” He spat in my direction.

I got to my feet and drew my gun on him slowly. “You don’t have to do this. Give up.”

His trigger finger twitched, prompting me to pull my trigger. I shot him in the shoulder -- a non-lethal blow. He dropped his weapon and cried out in pain. I could hear the loud footsteps of more hostiles coming toward the room from behind him.

I straightened up to a threatening posture and drew my other pistol, both guns in hand. If this was my last stand, I would die knowing that I did my damnedest to protect the people of the Commonwealth. To protect my son. To protect Hancock. My friends and my loyal soldiers.

I could see power armor suits running down the hall.

“Don’t shoot!” said one.

I was conflicted by this. If I didn’t shoot first, they’d surely kill me.

“Don’t come any closer!” I threatened.

From behind them stepped out an old man in a long blue robe with a tall brown collar. “Don’t shoot. I’m Proctor Quinlan. We’re here to help.”

“Like hell,” I hissed. “What’s Maxson planning?”

He shook his head. “Maxson has locked himself inside the armory with the rest of our weapons and ammunition. I had no intentions of rising up against Maxson with the rest of these pacifists, but I can’t let all this technology and research and historical data go up in flames. I refuse. This is my life’s work we’re talking about!”

“... Are there any more hostile Brotherhood soldiers on the ship?”

“At the moment, no. We’ve subdued... or killed those that defended Maxson,” he said with disdain. He looked down at the injured blond boy on the floor. “Take him away,” he said to one of the soldiers. 

The soldier dragged the crying boy out of the room.

The fighting outside had died down as well. There weren’t many gunshots, but the sounds of vertibirds landing in the hangar could be heard.

“Where is the armory? Take me to him,” I demanded.

“I’m afraid I cannot do that. I have no intentions of taking you to our armory.”

“But, sir,” interjected one of the soldiers behind him.

“Maxson will have to come out sooner or later, and when he does, he will answer for this madness. Until then, an outsider has no business interfering with our storerooms, especially those of which contain our weaponry.”

“Nora?!” shouted Danse from down the hall behind Quinlan.

They made way for him to enter.

“Danse? You’re alive?” asked Quinlan.

“very much alive,” he confirmed. “There’s no time to explain anything right now. Where’s Maxson?”

“Locked inside the armory so no one can have access to more ammo or weapons. He’s waiting out the fighting. No doubt he expects that those who follow his recent ideals would remove those of us that have committed treason, but it seems quite the opposite if you’re here.”

Danse entered the room and looked between me and the wreckage. “Nora, you did this?”

I nodded weakly. “I don’t know how to fly a vertibird...”

“I can see that.”

“Out of the way,” demanded Hancock down the hall. He pushed his way into the room.

[Hancock]

“Nora?”

When I got inside, the whole room was in shambles. There she stood, bleeding down her forehead, blood staining her messy long, blonde hair. Her pants were ripped and covered in blood. She stood with two guns in hand and the expression of someone who had been backed into a corner. But, God, she was a beautiful mess.

“Everyone clear out,” I barekd. “If the fightin’s over, we need to get the wounded taken care of.”

“The fighting’s... over?” she asked.

“Yeah, Sunshine. For now.”

She slowly dropped to her knees onto the glassy floor. “Thank God... I don’t know how much more of a beating I can take...”

I walked over to her and rubbed her back. Then I looked at the vertibird behind her. “Heh heh. You always know how to make an entrance. You okay?”

She gave me a weak nod, but her breathing was labored. I knew she needed rest. She needed checked for major injuries, too, like a concussion or fractures from the looks of how she crashed that thing. I just hoped we had enough time for it. First, we had to find Maxson.

“Hancock...”

“Hm?”

“Help me up and we’ll go find Maxson.”

“You don’t need to be goin’ anywhere. We’ll find you a place to rest and a Stim’. I’ll handle Maxson.” I took her arm and put my other behind her back to help her stand.

“Out of the question,” she hissed. “He’s mine.” She reached down and picked her hat up off the floor as she regained her footing.

My mouth became a thin line as I took in her hateful expression. “I ain’t arguin’ with you. You’re covered in wounds. You need to rest. Adrenaline’ll only get ya so far, ya know.”

“Hancock’s right,” added Danse. “You should rest. Leave Maxson to me.”

I shot him a glare. “I said I’ll take care of it.”

“He’s my superior. It should be my job to end this.”

“He killed ghouls, he killed synths, and he killed Minutemen. Any one of us would have a stake in his death at this point.”

“In the end, this isn’t your fight.”

My blood was starting to boil. “You’re really gonna stand here and tell me it ain’t my fight, when you’re the one that had to be talked into coming out here in the first place instead of hiding in that bunker for all of fucking eternity? Look at the shape Nora’s in. This bastard is gonna pay, and it’s gonna be by my hand. This shit’s personal now.”

“Stay out of it, ghoul.”

“Not a chance in hell, synth.”

“Stop!” Nora demanded.

I had all but forgotten I was tryin’ to help her out the door; I came to a complete stop when Danse started his bullshit.

“I’ve already decided,” she said. “We’re not putting a bullet between his eyes unless he forces our hand. He needs to answer for what he’s done.”

“... You’re kiddin’,” was all I could muster.

[vault81]

speedrunning all the dlc's before the 25th of April breaks all my mods, still decided to sit down for like an hour and build a nice doctors office at the national park visitor's centre

[shatinn]

Fallout 4 - 19/? - They have arrived 

[wayshrines]

Food $200

Technology $150

Power Armor $800

Exploding Vertibirds $3,600,000,000

Utility $150

-eldermaxson: someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my brotherhood is dying

-solesurvivor: spend less on exploding vertibirds

-eldermaxson: no

[wastelandhell]

Playing around with the idea of making some kind of persona within the fallout universe. Not sure how i feel about this guy...might just make him his own character.

Some weirdo who lives deep in the far harbor fog. Never speaks, but is friendly enough, if a bit standoffish. Strangely good with animals, kills trappers on sight. CoA but unaffiliated with the group in the nucleus, just wants to live alone in the woods with his hacked protectrons.