Fallout 76 High Tech Table Novels & Stories

"That's acceptable. Proceed." Since my superior had spoken, I had no choice but to push down my frustration. After leaving the Tactical Den, I immediately took my terminal to the Shifter Tech-Hut. "The internal circuits are drowned in herbal tonic, and the data-stone is fractured. I’m sorry, Brooke Lawson, but this essence is beyond my retrieval," the technician muttered, shaking his head as he inspected the charred machine. He shoved it back toward me across the stone counter. "Are you looking for a replacement? We have several refurbished units that are efficient for their cost."

Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress.

Even if the High-Tech District had the smallest population and the easiest terrain among the five districts of Aecraton City, she had still done it. Ding! [High-Tech District recaptured successfully. Reward: Industry upgrades! [Fully automated farming systems *10 (capable of cultivating 25,000 acres); automated irrigation units *10,000; production lines for instant noodle cups *10; and production lines for dried food goods *10! [All farmland output within the territory is doubled! "Phase one is complete. Everyone…" Hayley was in the middle of addressing the group when she suddenly heard her rewards come in.

Kaihra led them to what seemed like an old warehouse past the marketplace. It was the most quiet place that they have encountered after the slums and the market. Though the room that the girl Kaihra led them had blinking bulbs, at least it was not dirty, dusty, or smelly. It was a decent room with two bedrooms, a mini-kitchen, and a cabinet. But what really caught Ryder’s attention was the expensive white table at the far end of the room. It was glowing as a pure pearl and Ryder was a hundred percent sure that it was a scientists’ table. What was it doing in a place like this?

The heavy limestone panels had been pried away, revealing a glittering, high-tech core of fiber-optic cables and blue LED server blades that hummed with a low, deep frequency that vibrated through the stone floorboards. ​Arthur Blackwell was standing over the core. ​He wasn't holding a weapon. He had a ruggedized tablet connected directly to the primary diagnostic port via a thick, yellow optical cable. The blue light from the tablet screen cast sharp, ghoulish lines across his aristocratic face, making his pale eyes look completely translucent in the dark.

Fennigan and Jax finished off Leela's sandwiches as they navigated the dimly lit, labyrinthine corridors of the packhouse basement, letting the heavy, soundproof doors of the secure tech hub click shut behind them. Inside, the room was a stark contrast to the warm, vibrant kitchen. It was freezing cold, the air humming with the low vibration of massive cooling fans and the sterile, blue glow of a dozen high-definition monitors. Miller was hunched over the main console.

"Over the last year Gazi has gone dark a number of times, popping up with one reason or another why he hadn't made his assigned drops or meets. As of now, it's been four months since Gazi has made contact with his handlers. He has ignored repeated requests to come in, which leads us to believe that he's working with someone new. Last week we got a tip that Gazi is looking to sell a shipment of something from HiTech Inc." "What's he selling?" Tabby sat back in her seat. She knew what her concerns were, but what did this task force want? What was their angle? "We don't know. The nature of the merchandise has been hard to ascertain." "You don't actually care what he has, you just want him. Do I

The interior of the room stood out clearly from the interior of the rest of the bunker. It contained a large oval plenary table in the center of which a small computer was embedded. It projected various maps and models of buildings into the air above and could be operated with a few swings of the finger. There was plenty of high quality technology. Measuring and sonar devices, Geiger counters, various communication systems. There were huge monitors on one wall that they used to hack into the hegedun systems. A huge backup modem stood in one corner, it housed the electronic defense for cyber attacks.

"Fighting tiger?? That's lame dude. The Merc sounds dope to me. The whole Organization calls you the Merc." "Fine! Fine! The Merc it is then." Abel shrugged. The elevator stopped moving, the door opened, both Abel and Jenny stepping out. "Woww!" Abel exclaimed, impressed by the structure of the base. The infrastructure was near futuristic. Drones flying around, large screens displaying several footages gathered from the very own satellite of Horizon Zero. At both sides, were 6th generation computers, with trained personnels operating it. After were high tech weapons placed and cleaned on a large table near the edge.

Both collapsed silently. I caught the first man’s body before it hit the ground. Then lowered him gently. “Area clear,” I whispered. Jenna responded. “Copy.” I continued. The deeper I went, the stronger the strange scent became. Not wolf. Not vampire. Something manufactured. My eyes narrowed. The tunnel opened into a massive underground chamber. And I stopped. Rows of steel containers filled the room. Hundreds of them. Each carried a familiar symbol. HexaTech. My stomach tightened. Our stolen technology wasn’t being transported through Silverfang territory. It was being stored here. Someone had built an entire facility beneath the pack. And then I saw the cages. My blood ran cold.