A Stark Revival [Slow]

(The Coalition Guards are eyeing it up. He kinda assumed. It's rare stuff )

(Immortal, you're up.)

"I'm Mandy Stark, the aforementioned boss." She said, smiling. "And I'd love to talk. You seem like a real nice guy. So why don't you and your friends come with me, and we'll have a nice chat over fucking tea and Lad Cakes."


Party's over. Spook thought soberly, walking quietly into the bowels of the Vault. Now that Stark and her fucking dog had showed up, there was no point in sticking around. His fun was over for now. She would just run her mouth as usual, make predictable decisions, and her lackey would pant like a feral dog in the Mojave. Spook descended the steps with amazing dexterity, jumping the last few steps and walking down thew rusty corridor with a spring in his step. He had no reason to be happy, but his heart brimmed with joy nonetheless.


Making his way around a corner and down another empty hallways filled with debris, Spook entered a maintenance bay. The raider in the greasy overalls snarled at Spook as the man entered.


"What that fuck do you want, freak? Ain't no chems down hurr, ya fuckin' addict." he said while turning a wrench. Spook eyeballed the man from behind is gas mask, curious of the man's wrench. When Spook's own, larger, older pipe wrench finally spoke, it advised Spook to kill the unpleasant man. Spook had needed no convincing, and took a few steps towards the raider. "What tha fuck do you want? I won't ask you again, fucker."


"Well Ralph, I couldn't help but notice that you're having some trouble tightening that there collar. I'd be happy to lend a hand. I do love pipes. Love 'em. Lob-lub-lub 'em. Spook said, removing his own pipe wrench and spinning it in his gloved hand. It dwarfed the other raider's wrench, standing twice as high and twice as thick. The sound it made while spinning was unsettling.


"Look you looney fucker, my name isn't fucking Ralph, and this is my-" Spook clouted the raider on the skull with his wrench. The man stumbled backwards and hit a set of steel lockers, holding his head with both hands. Blood ran from his fresh wound, but he did not go down. "What tha f-." This time Spook brought the wrench around in an underslung fashion. Attempting to move, the raider was not swift enough. He caught the tip of the wrench to his left jaw. The jaw bone broke into several pieces and two teeth fell out of his mouth as the raider's body hit the floor. A pool of blood began to form under his head. Spook replaced the pipe wrench, then watched as the man twitched several times. Soon he was still. He'd bleed out soon enough. Probably.


Spook then chuckled quietly, pulling the mask to the top of his head. He began to whistle a tune, making his away around the room in an odd dance. He would turn a wheel here, loosen a bolt there, and so on for the next five minutes. In his head, the hums, hisses, and whistles of the pipe became a glorious melody. The psycho laughed at his wrench's inappropriate touching joke as he frisked the nearly dead raider. As he rose to his feet, Spook took a red wheel in his hand. Turning it clockwise until he could spin it no more, Spook left the room quietly. The pressure inside the pipe began to rise.

(Still here. Looking at Sal, Harry, and most importantly Steel.