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Nora and the Raiders	By : Horbledorble Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 22330 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Since, like many things in Fallout 4, the backstory of Nora and Nate where, regardless of which you choose, the one you do choose becomes the best at combat and combat accessories, I decided to make Nora the war hero and Nate the lawyer. Not like it matters in Nate’s case. Anyway, Nora was some super sekrit special forces squad leader that has over 300 confirmed kills and is a master of gorilla warfare that did sekrit clandestine ops in China where she murdered dudes, gathered intel, and molested Chinese woman of questionable age. Like the last story, Nora is a rather well-endowed (for a woman, anyway) woman who has a strong lust for butts and underage women, among other things. In this story, she’s going to the East Boston Preparatory School (the one with the blood contract and all the raiders inside) in order to relive old memories of questionable legality, and finds herself attracted to a raider or two.

I do not own Fallout nor do I own any of its titles and make no money off of this.

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“Traders welcome, huh?” Nora questioned under her breath to nobody in particular. She had remembered several wastelanders talking about a trading stop around this area where traders and other wastelanders suddenly disappear. One thing she had learned, rather quickly, was that there was no charity in the Commonwealth, and certainly none in Boston. Then again, Nora thought, there never really was much charity in Boston to begin with.

Checking the chamber of her R91 to see if it was loaded properly, she observed the building. She looked around the area and opted not to go through the front door, choosing instead to walk around to see if she could find a back door. She preferred back doors, in more than one sense. Finding a back door, she circled the building to check if there were any other possible entrances. Finding none, she went to the back door and hugged the wall, quietly turning the back door’s handle to make a stealthy entrance. Entering the building, checking the area with her rifle’s sights never leaving her eyesight, she hesitated to make a ‘Room Clear’ motion with her left hand. Nobody with her anymore – and nobody as skilled as she’d like, she remembered.

The door at the first floor entrance opened, and a dirty raider came through to check and see what the noise was. Nora, a smile on her face, squeezed the trigger once, and the raider dropped to the ground. Male, armed with a section of pipe. This is going to be easy, she thought. Sounds of panicked raiders rushing to cover could be heard, even from the stairwell. Another raider barreled through the door and into a bullet, followed by yet another raider, meeting the same demise as the last two. No more raiders came through the doorway. She walked to the door and noticed the stairs to the second floor were out, a slight inconvenience. Nora liked to go from the top to the bottom, another preference she had in more than one sense.

Peeking through the doorway she saw a female raider with large breasts. She hesitated to shoot her, but she couldn’t risk any bullets in her back while she cleared the rest of the building out. Another raider shot out from behind the corner and took a bullet to the chest, momentum pushing him forward legs-first. She rushed to check the room to the right, and upon noting it was chained, she hurried towards the corner and peeked out of it. The first thing she saw was a raider much closer than she wanted, and, stepping back, she put two shots in the raider’s center mass, dropping her. Another girl, but not very pretty – not much of a loss, Nora thought. She noticed the other door at the end of the hall was destroyed, so she ignored that room and headed through the hallway.

The hallway was blocked by rubble and, somehow, lockers, so she opted to go through the classrooms. A raider ran from the door to the next classroom, her bulky machine gun spraying towards where she assumed Nora was – which meant she was shooting wherever, blindly. Nora took a look at her face and dropped her. Not at all appealing, Nora thought. A grenade was thrown into the room and Nora took cover behind a desk, eyes wide as the grenade landed right next to her head. Nora tightened her eyes and huddled into a ball, her armored back facing the grenade. Opening her eyes after three seconds, she turned her head towards the grenade and noted it still had the pin inside of it, so she returned the grenade to its owner – sans the pin. After the grenade exploded, an almost-feminine yet very unattractive scream came from the room the grenade exploded in. Didn’t matter what she looked like, the voice was a huge turn-off, thought Nora.

Entering the hallway through the other classroom, she walked towards the entrance area and checked the door to her left. Realizing the door was chained, she rolled her eyes and hurried up the stairwell to the second floor, shooting a raider standing over the railings as she went up. Taking cover behind a corner, she peeked over into the hallway and noticed several of the raiders setting up a mounted machine gun. Nora pulled out a mass of several frag grenades taped together with duct tape and taped to a stick, pulled the wire that looped through the pins, and threw it towards the soon-to-be machine gun emplacement. Following the particularly loud boom and the sound of a section of flooring falling down, she jerked from cover and fired indiscriminately towards the last known locations of the raiders.

She pulled the bolt back and up, locking it into place, and dropped the magazine before placing a new one in and slapping the bolt downwards, releasing it forward with a loud clack and moved towards the first open door. Peering into the room, she saw a raider run to the other classroom, so she entered the room, checked for any hiding raiders, and followed the other raider into the room. Noticing a muzzle sticking from the door frame, she let loose several bullets into the wall next to the door frame where the muzzle was coming from. She heard a drop and entered the other classroom and checked the body. A woman, around her age, but not very attractive, she noted. Hearing less panicked voices than before, all coming from the floor above, she made a break towards the stairwell and went up. A raider sat behind some sandbags with a rifle made from scrap and fired at Nora, losing a hand in the process. Nora let out a small chuckle and put a bullet into the shocked raider’s head.
Peering through the third floor’s doorway, she noted at least 3 raiders behind cover before they started firing at the doorway. Luckily, they had not started firing through the wall, Nora noted. She threw another bundle of grenades on a stick through the doorway, and, after the grenades detonated, she went through the doorway with her gun at the ready. Noting the lack of survivors, she grinned and moved on towards the final set of rooms. She went through several rooms, all clear except one with a rather severely beaten prisoner, and approached the classroom closest to entrance and heard a noise. Noting the silence of the building aside from this one rather feminine voice, she presented a toothy grin.

“It’s showtime, motherfucker! I’m gonna fuck your skull you faggot! I’m gonna make you eat my shit!” The voice shouted from behind a wall made from wood and scrap, accompanied by what sounded like a person struggling to load a missile launcher.

“Eat my ass, girly.” Nora retorted, gun trained on the makeshift doorway between actual wall and scrap wall as she walked towards the edge of the scrap wall. Something large and metal dropped, a missile rolls out towards the wall Nora was facing, something Nora was very uncomfortable with. “Bullshit! Bull fucking shit! Everyone gets killed by a fucking girl?! I’m gonna suffocate you in shit, bitch! How the fuck did some waster bitch kill all those guys?!” The raider screamed as she charged from behind the wall into the open with her Chinese assault rifle, bayonet fixed. She looked around, expecting the invader to be in the open, but didn’t see her. Nora got behind the raider and hit her in the back of the head with the butt of her assault rifle.

Nora turned the raider over and got a look at her face. Grinning, she said, “Oh, I am going to have some fun with this one.” She pulled out a knife and began cutting off straps holding her armor in place. When she got the combat chestpiece off the raider, she looked at the raider’s chest, her flannel button-up shirt covered in grime and dirt and other unknown stains. Nora grinned and yanked the raider’s shirt apart, launching buttons across the classroom, and exposed the raider’s perky tits.

“Jesus, what the fuck happened here? Shit! Now we’ve gotta get more people! God damn it! How am I gonna fix this shit!?” A deep voice ranted from the rear stairwell. “Shit.” Nora hissed, looking around for a place to ambush anybody that came in. There was a desk she could hide behind if they came in through the classroom nearest the rear stairwell, but she needed a way to distract them. She yanked the raider’s pants down to her knees and placed her on a desk, pussy facing towards the door she hoped the raiders would come through, and taped her arms and legs to the legs with an excessive amount of duct tape. Running behind a flipped desk and crouching down with her gun at the ready, she waited.
“Shit, man! Nobody fuckin’ survived! They even got the machine gun! This must’a been the gunners or some shit, man! Ain’t no person this fuckin’ skilled!” A higher pitched, whinier voice ranted. “Shut up, they might still be here, dipshit.” A feminine voice responded, followed by the sound of metal hitting metal. Cute voice, Nora thought with a slight grin. The footsteps came closer and closer until they were on the same floor as Nora.

“Fuckin’ A, whoever they were,” the deep voice paused, “or are, if you’re still there you sons of bitches! They got us real fuckin’ good. Looks like a fuckin’ bomb went off here.”

“That’s because this was a bomb. Shrapnel in the walls.” The feminine voice responded. Cute and smart, Nora thought. “Whatever it fuckin’ was, I can’t believe they killed that cute bitch, man. I was just about to fuck her, man! The cocksuckers who done this are fuckin’ dead!” The whinier voice complained. Gonna see if I can kill the whiny one first, Nora thought.

The footsteps came to the doorway and stopped. “Shit, Razor! What the hell?! Shit!” The deep voice shouted, running towards the indecent woman, followed by the whiny voice and the cute voice. When she got a look at the three, she held back a laugh. The deep voice belonged to a short, stout man with a metal helmet and a machine gun, the whinier voice belonged to a tall, lanky man with a vintage flamethrower, complete with fuel tank backpack, and the feminine voice belonged to a distinctly Asian woman, no older than 15, wielding an old .45 sub-machine gun.

She knew the Asian’s facial structure, it was definitely of Chinese descent. Chinese. Young. Smart. Nora grinned as wide as she can as she squeezed the trigger four times. One bullet in the side of the stout man’s head, one in the neck of the lanky man, making sure she didn’t hit the fuel tanks, one in the young girl’s leg, and the last in her gun arm. The two men dropped to the ground and the girl dropped to her knee. The young girl howled in pain and began to cry, filling Nora with regret. Nora herself didn’t know why, she had no qualms with killing people, regardless of age or gender, but the way the young girl cried really hit her. Not as hard as she hit the young girl in the back of the head with the butt of her rifle, however.
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