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rocket-69 · 1 year

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Ramshackle: 02 - Delivery

Vincent Taylor-Chryslus leaned over the paddock as he watched his sister Sabine walking a very pregnant mare in circles. She stood tall and dark, holding her lead while the chestnut mare plodded on the sand. The Taylor-Chryslus Ranch bred for speed and endurance over looks- their star mares produced primarily blacks, bays, and chestnuts almost exclusively, but they were always strong and healthy. Vincent adjusted his lean, shifting his weight off of his forearm. A ranch hand passed him holding a bucket with their own lead coiled around their arm.

“Oilrag is out, Vince.”

He stood straight and pulled a folded rag stained with black smears, and quickly slid it into an inner pocket on his leather jacket.

“Th-thanks.” He looked from side to side, then turned back. “What time is it?”

The ranch hand squinted at the sky. “Guess it’s about two. You picking up a new shipment?”

Vincent nodded, checking his windup pocket watch to confirm. It was about ten til two-thirty.

He approached his Cherry Bomb’s stall, and whistled a tune to her. A chestnut herself with a small star, her only unique features were a pair of long white stockings past the knee on her back legs. She pressed her forehead into his chest and huffed.

“Hi there, girl. Let’s go into town.” He held her head as he brought the bridle up, pressing the bit into her mouth. Cherry Bomb kept her teeth shut, as he pressed in more. “Don’t make me stick my thumb in your mouth, girl.” Vincent was exactly as gentle as he had to be with her, which meant he only elbowed her gut once in the whole tacking process. Cherry Bomb was also gentle with him and let him hitch the cart to her with a similar patience, only nipping at him without making contact. He lightly punched her shoulder for it.

He walked back to the paddock and yelled to Sabine. “Need anything? I’m going out.”

Sabine turned to look at him, standing with a regal posture while her ponytailed braids swung against her shoulder in one motion. “Where’re you going?”

“Receiving.”

Whatever curiosity was in Sabine’s eyes faded. “Eh.”

“No complaining then when I get home. I asked.”

“Mmh.” Sabine turned back to the mare.

Vincent vaulted onto the mini wagon, a one-seater with a salvaged plywood flatbed for the crates he was picking up. Ramshackle’s largest business had multiple wagons, of different sizes for different reasons. Normally, getting the mail wasn’t a wagon job, but it just happened there was a shipment of new halters waiting in the post office for the Taylor-Chryslus Ranch. And a package for Vincent himself. Probably.

Cherry Bomb trotted along the route, energetic as she headed out of the Ranch. Vincent nudged her along, though she knew the route well; Vincent picked up lots of shipments.

The Happy Trails Caravan Company knew Vincent by name. He rode up on his flat wagon as the caravaners unloaded- bulk goods for the general store, mainly. Some specialist goods for a “Theo Katz” and a Scribe Dufort, who was late. But specialist goods for a Vincent Taylor as well.

A tall man in overalls saluted Vincent, and went behind the wagons. He secured Cherry Bomb and followed along.

“I’ve seen you ‘round when we come through here. Vince, right?”

Vincent nodded. “Vince works”

The tall man pushed his outer lip out in thought. “Got your order here- corn ethanol. Sourced out the Central Valley west of Shady Sands. Fee due on arrival.”

“As always.” Vincent counted the canisters. Everything from his last shipment was here. He felt his nerves prickle as they matched his order. He nodded and excused himself, just a second.

Vincent felt his joints turn to jelly. He stepped up to Cherry Bomb, leaning on her for a quick second to catch his breath. As much as they have a back and forth like theirs, she could tell when he was antsy. She let him press into her for a few breaths, then dug with her front hoof impatiently. Vincent came back to the present, still floating on the clouds as he dug into his saddlebag and pulled cords out. Ten, twenty, thirty- one, two, three cords of ten. He slung more cords and full loops* over his shoulder as he walked back to his order.

Vincent rubbed the key in his pocket like a talisman. The caravaneer asked if that was everything, and he was so distant he almost said yes.

“Y-no. The Taylor-Chryslus Ranch also has a shipment. Halters I think.”

“Taylor-Chryslus, Taylor-Chryslus…”

Vincent’s expression flattened. “Should be the next one, right? I’m gonna need help with these.”

“Yeah we can get one of our boys to help you with that.” The caravaneer waved one of his cohorts over; they curled around the packages like a river carving a boxy canyon, picking up shipments and leaving them on the shore. They stood tall and broad when they weren’t squeezing between boxes.

They nodded down to Vincent as he took a finger down the first caravaneer’s clipboard, to show them the order. “Taylor-Chryslus Ranch. Should be a big box of halters.”

“Oh, I know that one. Where d’you want ‘em?”

“My girl Cherry Bomb has the cart.” Vincent pointed behind him. The caravaneer’s gaze followed his hand to her, and nodded once. They turned away to find the boxes, giving Vincent a moment to start loading the cart himself.

Ethanol. Ethanol.

His hands trembled. He put down the canister, then shook his hands out like a bird fluffing his wings.

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*A cord is ten caps, strung on a string. A loop is one hundred caps, a longer string with the ends tied together to facilitate easy carrying.

#Fallout: Ramshackle #falloutfun #fallout #fanfic #happy trails caravan company #Cherry Bomb #vincent #sabine #taylor-chryslus

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edaworks · 22 days

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Wasteland Survival Guide: The Institute, Fusion Reactors, and M.I.T.'s Actual Basement

It's that time again. Periodically I make unreasonable longposts about Fallout-related topics (it's a good way to keep track of fic research). Today I'm tackling nuclear fusion, the Institute, and the real-world Massachusetts Institute of Technology's basement.

Yeah, Yeah, M.I.T. is the Institute, We've All Seen - Wait, What Do You Mean, "The Vault Laboratory?"

M.I.T. - the Massachusetts Institute of Technology - is a highly exclusive research university with a well-deserved reputation for hosting brilliant minds.

It also got its serial numbers filed off in order to host the in-game Institute. Why? Probably because of all the very real research into robotics, artificial intelligence, and power armor (no really). And because M.I.T. is actually doing now what the Institute tries to do in-game with nuclear fusion.

And, of course, because of the vaults in the basement.

You know what? I'll just start at the top...Read on below.

I'll be focusing on fusion-related research in this post, and comparing in-game Institute work on fusion to what's actually happening over at M.I.T. (We'll get to the Media Laboratory and robotics and AI and the, uhm, power armor stuff in a separate post. Or three.)

all actual M.I.T. researchers/faculty/students and/or nuclear physicists have my sincere apologies, I don't know shit about shit but I'm doing my best

I Didn't Sign Up for a Physics Class, but Okay

Here's the thing about nuclear fusion generators - y'know...the ones powering nearly** the entirety of pre-war in-game America?

Including self-contained, miniaturized reactors (fusion cores, fusion cells, microfusion cells, Corvega engines, assaultron and robobrain power supplies, recharger weapons, G.E.C.K.s, etc.) and full-scale reactors (powering vaults, the Lucky 38, the Prydwen (and Rivet City before Maxson Happened), missile silos, etc.)...?

We don't have them yet.

Of course we have nuclear power generation, what are you talking about?

Yes - but nuclear power plants currently operating use fission reactors! Fusion reactors, though? Well...

For the pre-war in-game universe, even more than for us, that fuel-to-energy ratio would have been absurdly important. Companies rushed to implement fusion for damn near every possible use, but waited until the Resource Wars left them no other choice. "No more (viable) oil reserves? Well, shit. Fusion it is."

Because of this, by October 23, 2077, pre-war Western markets were still somewhat new to adopting miniaturized nuclear fusion reactors.

For instance, Chryslus' first fusion vehicles - intentionally reminiscent of the absolutely wild Ford Nucleon concept car dreamed up in 1957 - came to market in 2070, less than a decade before the nuclear exchange.

As for the other benefits of nuclear fusion...Atom knows the in-game universe could do with less radioactive contamination:

It is no wonder the Institute wants to get the reactor in their basement up, running, and running better than originally designed.

Real-life M.I.T. is no stranger to running fusion reactors - they've been at it since the late '60s - but as it turns out, they are currently also "building a better mousetrap," and if they succeed they will be achieving all the Institute would hope for in clean energy production - without the moral deficit.

If nuclear fusion is so great, why aren't we using this technology yet IRL?

Because - and I cannot stress this enough - we are attempting to levitate bits of the Sun inside a donut to make really hot things boil water* so steam will turn a fan attached to a dynamo to power light bulbs.

*(there are two other ways to generate power using this heat)

Naturally...this comes with some complications.

We know fusion reactors can be the most energy-efficient form of power generation - we just need better reactors. That's where M.I.T. comes in.

The biggest problem right now is efficiency:

TL;DR - as of April 2024, all fusion reactors as a matter of course still consume more power to run than they are able to produce (meaning they do not reach "breakeven"). Many cutting-edge reactors also require tritium (very rare) as well as deuterium (very common) fuel.

We did not even see a fusion reaction that reached "breakeven" for power production until December of 2022. That reaction occurred at the National Ignition Facility in California, and their results just passed peer review in February of this year (2024).

Several in-progress reactors aim to improve on this, including ITER (the combined work of dozens of nations) in France, and SPARC: the new reactor under development by Mass Fusion Commonwealth Fusion Systems and M.I.T.'s Plasma Science and Fusion Center (PSFC).

Another big problem with this technology is that it involves plasma.

Plasma, as a particular song reminds us, is what the Sun is made of and The Sun Is Hot. That means plasma carries some very real 'we're-losing-structural-integrity, the-warp-core-is-breaching' risks, and we must jump through all kinds of hoops to work with it.

Why are we shoving the Sun inside a donut, again?

The most well-funded, well-researched way of smashing atoms together involves plasma and magnetic confinement fusion.

This shit is beyond cool. It may also look very familiar:

In-game, the Institute is trying to get what appears to be a spherical tokamak reactor up and running.

Bethesda's choice of reactor was no coincidence: M.I.T. operated the Alcator C-Mod, a spherical tokamak, while Fallout 4 was under development - but that reactor could not achieve "breakeven" IRL, and per Shaun's in-game dialogue, the fictional Alcator C-Mod couldn't either. (Weird given the miniaturized fusion devices everywhere in-universe, but okay, Shaun.)

However, M.I.T. stopped operating that reactor in 2016, a year after Fallout 4's release. SPARC, their planned replacement reactor actually has the sort of power potential we see in-game - and they aim to bring fusion power to market in this decade.

M.I.T., right now, in real life, is doing exactly what you're asked to help the Institute do in-game: build a fusion reactor that surpasses "breakeven."

What the hell is a tokamak and why does it look like half of a Star Trek warp core?

Your typical tokamak reactor is a great big donut-shaped vacuum chamber (the torus), traditionally surrounded by AT LEAST three sets of electromagnets (sometimes many more). M.I.T.'s design for the new SPARC reactor is a bit different, but let's start with the basics.

Why so many magnets?

Because plasma, being Literal Sun Matter, cannot come into contact with the torus containment walls or it will instantly burn through. (This happened in France in 1975. Following initial "well, fuck"s and a couple years' repairs, the logical next step was to publish a paper about it.)

The magnetic fields work to heat the plasma and provide current drive (keep electrons moving in a consistent direction through the plasma and around the torus), while also keeping it from touching anything, preventing a "warp core breach." I'll take a stab at explaining it but the Department of Energy probably does it better.

Meet the magnets:

Toroidal field magnets (blue, above): These enormous D-shaped magnets wrap around and through the torus, conducting an electrical current. This creates a magnetic field that keeps plasma from drifting horizontally into the containment walls.

Central solenoid (green, above): Inside the "donut hole" sits a massive, stacked electromagnet that generates enough electromagnetic force to launch two space shuttles at once. This heats the fuel to about one hundred million degrees Celsius so that it reaches plasma state, and helps "drive" the plasma current around the torus. (Radiofrequency or neutral beam injection heating/drive may be used as well for reactor prototypes aiming for power generation, because current drive from just the solenoid isn’t practical for continuous operation.) The central solenoid also creates another magnetic field called the "poloidal field," which "loops" around the plasma like a collar to prevent it from drifting vertically into the walls. The strongest central solenoid in existence was made for the ITER reactor...by General Atomics.

Outer poloidal field magnets (grey, above): A third set of electromagnets "stacks" up the outside of the torus, and helps maintain and adjust the poloidal field.

Together these three sets of magnets force the plasma to "float" inside the torus, shape it, and provide current drive. The stronger the magnetic field, the higher the reactor's power output.

Okay, and then what?

Given sufficient heat and drive/stability, the plasma fuel mixture undergoes fusion.

Neutrons released during fusion have plenty of kinetic energy (the kind of energy a kickball has midair before it hits you in the face), but no electric charge.

Since magnetic fields only affect negatively or positively charged particles, neutrons completely ignore the fields, sailing straight through and slamming into a "blanket" of metal coating the donut's insides. Neutrons passing into the 'blanket" lose their kinetic energy, which is converted to heat and absorbed by the "blanket." (ITER's "blanket" involves a lot of beryllium, which...behaves a bit differently IRL than it does in-game.)

Heat captured by the "blanket" is then used to generate power. For instance, a water cooling system can bleed heat from the "blanket," regulating temperature and creating superheated highly-pressurized steam to run turbine generators.

I notice you described a "typical" tokamak above -what's the atypical option?

Check out SPARC.

Its huge design departure is that it uses new high-temperature superconducing magnets (most existing types have to be cooled to vacuum-of-space temperatures using something like a liquid helium system to achieve superconductivity, which is a huge power drain) to create a monstrous magnetic field - and its size is tiny in comparison to its projected power output.

Neat. So why did you refer to plasma as a problem?

Well...between the heat and the neutrons, the "blanket," the "first wall" and all plasma-facing surfaces inside the torus take one hell of a beating:

"Neutron degradation of wall surfaces-" "Energy is released in the form of the kinetic energy of the reaction products-" In practical terms, that just means countless neutrons are doing THIS:

...but to the containment wall and other surfaces inside the torus, instead of to Batshuayi's face. And so:

Basically, this stuff breaks fast enough - and the only materials that don't break quickly are rare enough - to create a real barrier to commercial use.

And THIS is one of the problems they're working on solving in M.I.T.'s basement.

Now we can talk about the Vault. FINALLY.

M.I.T. is home to the Center for Science and Technology with Accelerators and Radiation (CSTAR). CSTAR's splash page announces:

Linear plasma devices? You mean like -

No, not like plasma rifles. Instead of weapons, we're talking about tools being used to solve the "plasma fucking destroys everything it touches" problem.

How does CSTAR do this? They've got CLASS. ...No, really:

This field is called plasma-surface interaction science, and if you want a really long but very informative read on how CSTAR's work helps move it forward, check this out. It involves the DIONISOS Linear Plasma Device - a "let's shoot it with plasma and see what happens" tool.

CSTAR also works to better undertstand how materials handle radiation damage, and how they behave after becoming irradiated.

And to handle this sort of work, one needs a...

The Vault Laboratory for Nuclear Science "combines high-intensity particle sources, precision particle detection, and a heavily shielded experimental area to create a facility for nuclear research in high-radiation environments." It contains, among other things:

the DT Neutron Generator, which is used in a variety of experiments, including radiation detector development (pretty damned important) and characterization, fast neutron imaging, and material activation (stuff becoming radioactive).

the DANTE Tandem Accelerator, which was "originally designed to produce high neutron yields for use in cancer therapy research."

And that is what's actually going on in M.I.T.'s basement: truth is cooler than fiction.

The takeaways:

Yes, M.I.T. really is building a revolutionary fusion reactor with parts from Mass Fusion Commonwealth Fusion Systems.

Yes, there really is a secure underground facility where incredibly advanced research related to nuclear fusion, radiation detection, irradiated materials, and degradation of materials due to radiation exposure takes place.

Yes, I really would spend eight hours researching nuclear physics instead of doing more dishes. Shoutout to @twosides--samecoin for tolerating my absurd hyperfocus on researching this.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk on what M.I.T. is really doing in its basement.

Tune in next time for M.I.T.'s Media Laboratory, and how it is related to real-world power armor, plus: the relationship between Langley, P.A.M.'s IRL cousin, and Vault 101.

** (Fallout is wildly inconsistent re: how widespread fusion is in-game and when it was developed. I mean we're talking a two-decade spread of inconsistency! And somehow the technology - first available to the military - was then miniaturized and made available to the general public before becoming widespread for commercial power generation? And somehow we both do and don't have impossible cold fusion in game? It's a mess. I reject this reality and replace it with a fish, hence this post. Also, I hate fission batteries. don't talk to me about fission batteries, "fission batteries" are small fission reactors but they are definitely not "battery sized" - the "fission batteries" in-universe are so miniaturized that they are more likely another kind of atomic battery like a radioisotope thermoelectric generator and those are subject to a law of diminishing returns as the fuel decays/not producing a reasonably useful power output after over 200 years due to the isotopes normally used/can be VERY dangerous if the shielding is breached or removed, and - you know what, that's also a whole different post.)

#actual insanity #fallout #fallout 4 #why am I like this #nuclear fusion #physics #institute #fallout institute #the institute #worldbuilding #meta #oneifbyland #wasteland survival guide

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radioactive-reactions · 1 year

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good evening :)

would it be ok to ask the fallout 4 companions reacting to a sole who manages to get a tank working and takes it for a little cruise?

please and thank you!

Good afternoon! What a polite ask! You’re very welcome. To be honest, I’ve been expecting them to add (or, well, re-add) vehicles into Fallout ever since they made the move to 3D. I suppose there’s always Fallout 5...

Cait is all for it, going so far as to straddle the main guns and point out targets for the tank’s wrath as the Sole Survivor pilots it. Every shot threatens to buck her right off with its force- and only makes her manic grin all the wider. “Yeah! Get that radstag next- wait, fuck do you mean we’re out of shells?!”

Codsworth, more than anything, is just worried that the Sole Survivor is going to run themselves over- or worse, blow themselves up. He constantly hovers behind the tank, chiming in with advice that he surely thinks is helpful. “I beg you to think about this for a moment! The family Chryslus is one thing, but... oh dear.”

Curie is right beside Codsworth in fretting, nervously watching the tank trundle along while half-expecting it to spontaneously explode. “You... need a license to drive such a thing, non? Ah, it is very dangerous- it is not, what is the saying, legal for the street?”

Danse gives it a routine inspection, viewing it as yet another piece of useful pre-War technology to be catalogued, preserved, and never thought about again. “Dual 140-millimeter cannons, smoothbore. Depleted uranium penetrators. Four tread arrays, in good condition. This is a big find for the Brotherhood, soldier. Proctor Ingram’s going to have a field day with this one... you are donating it, correct?”

Deacon wastes little time clambering into the cabin, running his fingers over all the little switches and dials. He looks so at home in the tank that it’s hard to remember that he has absolutely no idea how to use it. “Who, me? Uh, yeah, I’ve seen one of these before. Seventh... Republic of Dave... Mechanized Division, man. It’s a real thing.”

Hancock insists on hotboxing the tank, reminding the Sole Survivor that he’s never had the chance to try it with an actual functional vehicle. What little smoke escapes it as it rolls along only convinces poor Curie further that a catastrophic engine failure has occurred. “It’s a symbol, you dig? We take this Army shit, we smoke up inside it? It’s like giving the Man a big, rolling ‘fuck you’. Trust me on this.”

MacCready takes every opportunity to ham it up alongside Deacon, recalling his time in the Gunners to more accurately imitate a military hardass... which lasts for about fifteen seconds once the lurching tank gives him motion sickness. “Is that insubordination on my crew, private? Drop and give me twenty... oh, God, once we stop. Can we stop?”

Valentine would whistle if he could. He’s not shy about getting up close and personal, nudging the treads with one of his well-worn shoes. “...Well, would you look at that? You fixed the only machine in this place more broken-down than I am. Kinda gives me hope.”

Piper joins the peanut gallery with X6 and Curie, already scribbling the rough draft of an article in her omnipresent notepad. “I dunno, Blue. Tell you what: you can ride around in the big metal coffin all you want, and I’ll tell you when you’re about to crash into a tree. Deal?”

Preston is more than a little nervous... but just as impressed, too. Still, he won’t go near the thing, preferring to have Sturges check it out on his behalf. “...Wow. Uh- wow. General, are you sure this sends the right message? We’re here to help the Commonwealth, not... you know, level it.”

Strong feels a bit threatened by the presence of something potentially more destructive than he is, and immediately tries to lift the tank to prove that he’s still on top. He manages to get its front end maybe half an inch off the ground before collapsing, shamed and indignant. “STRONG NEVER LIKE MACHINES ANYWAY. DON’T FIGHT FAIR!”

X6-88 just watches from a distance, thoroughly unimpressed with it all. “No. I don’t think it’s likely to be of any value. A competent asset retrieval team could take it apart in minutes.” Behind those dark sunglasses, though, his eyes are as wide as dinner plates... and is he flinching every time another explosion rocks his surroundings? A trick of the light, surely.

Dogmeat loves it. Of course he does. It stirs primal memories of chasing cars in his little brain- and this one is actually slow enough to catch!

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 companions #fo4 cait #fo4 curie #codsworth #paladin danse #fo4 deacon #john hancock #Robert MacCready #nick valentine #piper wright #preston garvey #fo4 strong #x6-88 #dogmeat

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kittinkanin · 4 months

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Merry Chryslus and Happy Hooligans!

#fallout 4 #fallout #kittin kanin #danse #happy holidays

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year

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me: i'm gonna do a quick 5+1 to get back in the swing of writing bc continuing the main f/nv fic is important to me and i should actually write if i want it to exist, and this will be good practice and i want more absolutely vicious bisexual sex in the fo/4 tag

also me:

so nate took kellogg's house as well as home plate but then fucked off to n/uka-world and hasn't been back in a year so we're assuming he's dead, the only companions he recruited were the absolutely plot necessary ones/the ones whose services you can buy so codsworth and preston and dogmeat have stayed in sanctuary, nick is the same, mac and cait have formed an unlikely merc duo and THAT'S why fahrenheit has hired them and how cait and fahrenheit have met, leading to cait getting bent over a chryslus hood behind a super duper mart

this certainly informs the vicious bisexual sex but none of it is like. important to the sex. this is as bad as the swank/joana/carlitos 5+1 thing that grew a plot and also lives in the back of my head

#im so sorry i keep teasing shit im thinking about but have not actually published. i got a comment the other day like #hey still love this hope you're okay/alive???#and it's like yes sorry i am still alive just. mostly not writing things down #the thing is if i don't ever write the thing down i cannot be disappointed in my own writing flaws #ive had kind of a day and am nursing a boulevardier #tomorrow will not be easier

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calder · 8 months

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i wish there was more evidence of people previously living in ruins. one of my favorite details from fo3 is still post-war toasters being found in many pre-war buildings

A post-War toaster on the second floor of the Chryslus Building reception area.

i like that

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thefalloutwiki · 7 months

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Fallout 3: Corvega Atomic V-8

Pictured: Billboard advertisement for the Corvega Atomic V-8, a car produced by the Chryslus Motors Corporation.

In the intro for the original Fallout, a Corvega model is shown off with a price tag of $199,999.99, with the ad ending with the Chryslus logo. You can read more about Chryslus and Corvega here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Corvega

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Chryslus_Motors_Corporation

#fallout wiki #independent fallout wiki #fallout series #fallout #fo1 #fallout 3 #fallout vehicles #fallout cars #adam adamowicz #corvega #chryslus

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springbeans-art · 9 months

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Art Fight attack on @chryslus-corvega (ravenrawrs on AF) with its character Jawbreaker!

#Jawbreaker #af 2023 #art fight #artfight #artfight2023 #art fight 2023 #af2023 #team vampires

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fallout-fallen-knight · 2 years

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The following is an oral history of the god Chryslus, as recorded from one of Chryslus’s mechanopriests and transcribed by a Follower of Mobius, circa 2289.

“In the beginning, Chryslus was a weak god. He gifted his holy machines to mankind, but they were only able to power them with gravity and running water. He was bound by mankind’s impudence, and man did not see his true potential.

“Then, five hundred years ago, man discovered the twin gods - Combus and Evap. Chryslus saw that they could be useful, and approached them. Combus pledged to Chryslus’s right hand, and he made Evap his bride. Combus was a loyal general to Chryslus, and together the three gods devised a new engine to give to mankind, that Chryslus named in honor of his general: the Combus Engine. They spread their influence, building holy factories and workshops, the Combus engine a shrine within each.

“But Chryslus found that Evap’s contributions to the engine were not enough - the steam she contributed simply was not strong enough for what the Combus engine demanded. And so, Chryslus sought out a different fuel - and found one in Petro. Petro was a dark god, angry and vicious with an explosive temper, and when Chryslus approached him, Petro refused to kneel to Chryslus’s power.

“They fought viciously, Petro refusing to bow to Chryslus. He laid waste to Chryslus’s holy factories, destroying the engines within with explosive power. For every engine destroyed, Chryslus struck back at Petro again and again. It seemed that Chryslus might kill Petro when a new god arrived to the battlefield where they fought - a new god a thousand times more powerful than even Petro. This god was Atom.

“Seeing his own imminent destruction, Petro quickly swore fealty to Chryslus. Gathering his generals about him, Chryslus prepared to do battle with this new god. They met on the field of battle, and it quickly became apparent that Atom’s power vastly outweighed even the three gods combined. It laid waste to whole cities in the desert, towns obliterated in seconds under its mighty tread. It defeated Chryslus and his generals with ease, but when all hope seemed lost, Evap snuck up behind Atom and was able to bind him. Bound and weakened, Atom feigned fealty to Chryslus. But it had its own machinations.

A hundred years passed, and Chryslus’s great empire grew prosperous under Atom, Combus, and Petro. Evap tended to Atom’s bonds, ensuring his loyalty to Chryslus. But Atom bided his time, and one day, when he had finally had enough of Chryslus’s ruling, he sacrificed himself, splitting himself in two. The force of Atom’s destruction engulfed the world in flames. The ground itself became cursed, and plants refused to grow. The world was dead.

“Evap was lost in the explosion, and Petro gravely wounded. Chryslus himself barely survived, shielded in the seat of his power, the great city of De-roit. He spent a hundred years recovering, and as he did, he found mankind returning to De-roit, unafraid of the curse left behind on the bones of the city by Atom’s death. They found Chryslus in his holy factory, and many among them pledged themselves to his worship. Chryslus opened his factory to them, and they fervently studied the holy texts and diagrams held within. The most skillful among them became his mechanopriests, healers and wise men for a body of steel. They repaired the wounded gods, nursing them back to their former glory.

“As payment of thanks, Chryslus gifted his mechanopriests with bodies transcending the mortal form, with bones of steel and nerves of copper. They began to create engines in Chryslus’s image, drawing from the holy diagrams to make vehicles of their own, and soon, the streets of De-roit roared with the sounds of engines once more.

“But this new peace could not last forever. As Chryslus’s followers began to spread out of De-roit, they began to bring back word of heathens far to the west. In what had been a land known as California, a new nation was forming. They were making cars, though not in Chryslus’s image, and worse yet: they aimed to resurrect the dead god Atom, hoping to regain his former power. This frightened Chryslus. Though there were small cults to the east, these were isolated, generally not realizing that the god was dead, and that the curse laid by Atom’s death was not but a fraction of Atom’s true power. But a nation hoping to claim the power of Atom once more was troubling indeed. And so, Chryslus commanded his followers to build a massive city, one of steel and smoke, one that could bring Chryslus and his generals west to do battle with these heathens. This city would be called Motor City.

“All those who opposed the Motor City fell. The armored fools calling themselves the Brotherhood of Steel fought valiantly, but fell beneath the rubber tread of Chryslus. The lands known as Caesar’s Legion gave much resistance, but they too soon fell once their leadership was routed at Hoover Dam. Many of the Legion pledged themselves to Chryslus’s might, and onwards they marched, devising new machines by combining Chryslus’s technology with the vision of Rome.

“Now Motor City finds itself at the edge of a desert. Beyond lies a highway, directly into the heart of the New California Republic, where heathens are playing with powers they do not and can not understand. We know what we must do, at the command of our gods. And all who stand in our way must perish.”

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