[ EU ] A wastelander finds one of the fabled Vaults , and finds ...

Jordan Hanks was many things - a travler without a clue were he was, a womanizer without charisma, a soldier of fortune without luck, a adventurer without courage, a drinker with a weak liver. But out of all things the people called him a Scavenger. Day in and day out he was roaming the wastelands, searching for treasures of a long forgotten time. Sadly the biggest catch hehad so far was a intact vacuum cleaner, only worth 382 bottle caps at the local merchant - not nearly enough to cover his repair costs for his francy Ranger Armor he had stolen from a dead NCW a few years prior. Who would have thought that mole rats had such a powerfull bite... 
 
 But now his luckless days as unsuccessful scavenger had finally come to an end! In the middle of the wasteland he had stumbled upon the jackpot - a real Vault! Hanks was standing right in front the heavy Vault door at the end of a tight mineshaft, staring at it through his helmet googles in pure awe. There was no doubt what he had in front of him, but this door strangly enough had no number on it. But he did n't mind. What really mattered were the unimaginable treasures he would surely find behind this giant door! 
 
 Hanks walked up to the control desk right next to the Vault door. It was covered by a thick layer of dusk and stains, but a small light on top of it indicated that it had at least power. He scavenger started randomly pushing some buttons, but the door stayed shut. `` No use'' he sighted, then opened his backpack and pulled out a thick book labeled `` Dean's Electronics''. 
 
 `` Let's see...'' Hanks murmered to himself while fumbeling around at some cables in the console while looking at his book. `` Connect cabel B with connection Delta, cut the red one, a little spit on point 13a and punsh board J-13 three times...'' With a loud, roaring rumble the Vault door started moving. Screeching and creaking the old mechanism came to life, moving the heavy metal out of the way and revealing the entrance to the fault. 
 
 The long, dark corridors of the Vault were totally silent. Only Hanks foot steps on the metal floor echoed through the deathly hush. The scavenger was no fool. He knew how dangerous the Vaults could be, especially the ones that seemed empty. With his revolver drawn he sneaked foward, always careful not to be too loud and peeked behind every corner before going down a new corridor. 
 
 He entered a small room with a few lockers in it. He opened them one by one. The first one was empty. The second one had a vacuum cleaner in it. `` Never again!'' He thought to himself. In the third locker he found a mask made out of cardboard, picturing in childish drawings the face of a robot. Hanks looked at the inside of the mask, where someone had written: `` Tommy Carter, 3rd Grade Arts & Crafts'' 
 
 All of the sudden Hanks heared something behind him. He turned around, lifting his gun and pointing it right at the entrance of the room. There, right in the door, hovered a Mister Handy! Hanks knew about these terrible robots. They were household robots with three sight sensors and three arm-like appendages, two of them armed with a buzzsaw and a flamethrower. Thanks to a little jet engine underneath it it was able to hover quickly above the ground, making it nearly impossible to escape them. `` Maybe I can escape if I shot the sensors...'' Hank thought to himself... 
 
 
... and then the Mr Handy started to talk. `` Ooooh, hello there!'' the robot greeted with a delightful sounding woman voice. `` I think we did n't met before!'' 
 
 Hanks stared confused at the machine. He never saw a `` female'' Mr Handy before, a nd for sure not one that sounded that... nice? 
 
 `` I'm Mrs. Carter! Are you one of the neighbors?'' the robot asked and waved his arms around. Hanks noticed that it was n't armed with the typical buzzsaw or the flamethrower, instead the arms ended in a dust pan, a hand brush and rag. 
 
 
 `` Ehm... yes!'' Hanks answered a little bit confused. `` I'm Jordan Hanks from next door. Nice... nice to meet you, Mrs Carter.'' 
 
 
 `` Ooooh, a guest! How wonderful!'' Mrs Carter proclaimed with joy. `` Nice to meet you, Mr Hanks! Please, come in. I'm baking Apple Pie in the kitchen! Do you wan na stay for a slice?'' 
 
 
 Mrs Carter hovered down the corridor. Still having not the slightest clue what was going on here Hank stood at the end of the floor, watching the clearly insane robot disappear behind the next corner. He had heared that most of the robots of the wasteland had terrible malfunction, what made them absolutly crazy and therefore dangerous to everyone around them. But never ever had he heared that a robot thought it was a real person - not only that, but a housewife! Hanks instincts told him to flee. That thing could snap at any moment and attack him and such a dust pan could become a deadly weapon in the strong, hydraulic hands of a robot. But at the same time his scavenger senses were tingling and they always prevented him from making rational decisions. This was the chance of his lifetime! He could become a rich man with the wonderous things he could find in this Vault! He just could n't run away just like that! 
 
 `` Huuhuu, Mr Hanks? I'm down here!'' Mrs Carter shouted from the end of the corridor, waving with one of her arms. 
 
 `` Coming right away, Mrs Carter'' Hanks shouted back. `` Ca n't wait to taste that Apple Pie!'' 
 
 Mrs Carter hovered in the middle of a room that looked like a kitchen, even so everything in here was rusted nearly beyond recognition. Hanks carefully set down at a big metal table in the corner of the room, while Mrs Carter replaced her cleaning eqipment with a spatula, a cake knife and a rotten piece of fabric that probably once was a oven cloth. `` Tommy! The Apple Pie is done!'' 
 
 Suddenly a Eye-Bot came out of the dark and flew into the kitchen, a red baseball cap nailed to it's outer shell. `` Oh cool! Apple Pie!'' The Eye-Bot shouted and spinned around. It's buzzing voice sounded like a little boy. Then it turned around to Hanks and flew in front his face. `` Oh, hello there, Sir! Who are you?'' 
 `` That's Mr Hanks, our neighbor'' Mrs Carter explained to the Eye-Bot while she opened the oven. `` Mr Hanks, this is my son Tommy.'' 
 
 `` Hello, Mr H! Nice to meet you!'' Tommy said delighted and started rotating again. That probably explained why the cap was nailed on him. `` Mr H, do you... do you have children?'' 
 
 `` I... no, I do n't have kids'' Hanks answered, scartching his helmet. 
 
 `` Aww man'' The Eye-Bot said sad, `` There are no other children around here I can play with... it's so boring!'' 
 
 `` Oh Tommy, you'll meet plenty of new friends in your new school! Do n't bother Mr Hanks.'' Mrs Carter pulled a cake mold out of the oven. The scavenger nearly puked into his helmet as he saw that insteed of a cake the mold was holding a slimy mess of crushed Bloatflies and Radroaches. 
 
 `` Something wrong, Mr Hanks?'' The robotic housewife asked, as she was putting down her `` pie'' in front of him. 
 
 `` It's... just pollination, Mrs Clark, do n't worry'' he answered choking. `` I fear I have a little *gulp* allergy. A *urgh* very blossoming spring we had this year...'' 
 
 `` Is this why you wear such heavy glasses? Oh my, you have to remember me not to plant lily of the valley this year! Now, who wants a piece?'' 
 
 `` Hello darling, I'm home!'' Hanks turned around and saw a Protectron waddle down the corridor, his glass dome of a head clowing by every word he was speaking. 
 
 `` Dad!'' Tommy shouted happy, flying towards his father, who hugged him with his stare robot arms. 
 
 `` Robert? You're home so early? If I would have known that I would have cooked something for you by now.'' said Mrs Carter, all of her arms raising to the air. 
 
 `` Do n't worry, Darling. I'm not hungry. Hmm, is that your Apple Pie I smell here?'' The Protectron walked into the kitchen, awkwardly turning around his stiff body towards Hanks. `` Oh, hello sir! Did n't even see you there!'' 
 
 `` They have a whole fucking family of crazy robots here!'' Hanks thought to himself. Loud he said: `` Nice to meet you, Mr Carter. I'm Jordan Hanks, you're neightbor.'' 
 
 Continues... 

