This is Diana. She was found alive on a shipwrecked boat on the coast just a few miles south of Far Harbor by a hunter when she was just five years old. There was no trace of her family or somebody that could have taken care of her. The hunter took pity and welcomed her into his home. Since her childhood, she was taught the art of the hunt, and as soon she hit the teenage years she was doing her part contributing to the survival of Far Harbor.
Alongside her there's Marco, her husband. Marco's family is of italian origins, still their presence in the Island dates back to the founding of the village, and many of consider them to be one of the families that gave life to the place.

 

Diana and Marco's have been together since she was introduced to the locals, first as childhood friends, and later as lovers. Now they both live in a nice cottage just outside the main settlement. Marco is a fisherman as well as a great cook, while we already know that Diana hunts.

 

 

Despite being a fisherman or a huntress can be dangerous as much as living in the Island, Diana and Marco are leading a quite peaceful life.
After a hard day of work, they still have the energy to make love. For both of them there's no greatest reward than bring pleasure to themselves after having toiled all day. The feeling of their skin touching , their sweat that permeates of eroticism the air and the energy released during the embrace fill their lives with happines.

 

But some times even if this kind of life is enjoyable enough as it is, a very united couple opt for some changes once in a while.

 

 

Marco: Honey, I was thinking...

 

Diana: You are thinking? Oh boy...

 

Marco: Hehe, always lurking with your lines, are you? You know...soon I'll leave for the Commonwealth in order to sell some of what I've fished, but this time I'll have to do it alone since my father isn't able to do such travel...

 

Diana: Wait, don't even dare to take in consideration that option! I don't want you to go alone!

 

Marco: If you would let me finish, love. I was taking in consideration to bring you with me this time.

 

Diana: Me? You want me to leave the Island with you?

 

Marco: Well didn't you always wished for a honeymoon?

 

Diana: A honeymoon selling fish?

 

Marco: No, I'll sell fish, you'll take your rifle with you and be my "bodyguard".

 

Diana: Well...if I have to be your "bodyguard"...you have a deal. But still working on honeymoon...

 

Marco: Oh don't worry piccolina*. We'll have our moments alone. The journey will take much time, believe me. Beside we'll be in the middle of the sea alone most of the time, so...

 

 

The passion was still lit even after a long night of love. But alas, they knew they had to get dressed and do the necessary preparations for the journey.

 

 

After packing the necessary, they proceed to the pier.

 

Diana: Honey, do you plan to face the cold sea breeze with only your tank top? You'll get a cold at best.

 

Marco: Don't worry, your love will keep me warm.

 

Diana: Yeah, right. It's actually my body that can keep you warm, and only under the blankets.

 

 

Some days later they found themselves in Commonwealth's waters. The journey since its begin was uneventful. Diana kept vigilant like a good sentinel, Marco was occupied surfing the boat. The nights on the other hands they brightened up with grilled fish, vodka and sex.

 

 

After some more days of navigation, they landed on an island, were Marco's contact was supposed to meet them.

 

Marco descended from the boat to meet with the merchant. Diana took position at the top of the boat, so that she could have a wider view of the situation.

 

Marco: Hey Albert, it has been sometimes since we last met.

 

Albert: It's nice to see you again old seadog. Tell me who's that gorgeous creature on the top of your boat? Some bitch that helps you keep away foe's from the boat and the cold from your bed?

 

Marco: Watch your mouth, She's my wife! And thank God she cannot hear you, or otherwise you'd be already with bullet between your eyes.

 

Albert: Wait, she's Diana? I thought you made al that stories up. You are rally married to that beauty? -"Damn, lucky bastard. The things I would do to her"-

 

Marco: I didn't come here to talk about Diana. I came here to discuss our agreement with Quincy. They are still okay with it?

 

Albert: Y-yes of course.

 

Marco: Albert?

 

Albert: Yes yes. Is all set, you may go a do your business with them.

 

Marco perceived some uneasiness in Albert words.

 

Marco: Okay...I better get going...see you Alberto.

 

Albert: It's Albert. Don't "italianize" everything.

 

Marco: As you wish...Alberto.

 

Albert: -"Motherfucker. Hmmm, I'd better put me in touch with Bullet soon. Maybe I can strike a deal for the girl..."

 

 

After the meeting with Albert, Marco and Diana sailed for the coast near Quincy.

 

Marco: So honey...this is the plan: you'll stay here guarding our boat while I'll go to town and find the necessary manpower to take the supplies we're about to sell.

 

Diana: You plan to go there alone?

 

Marco: You don't need to worry, it's safe. I've done this before. Beside I've got a gun with me and i know how to fend for myself. Sure I may not be the best shooter in the Island like you, but still...

 

Without waiting for him to finish the sentence, Diana hugged him and replied.

 

Diana: I love you, hon...just be careful, okay?

 

Marco: I'll be back, I swear it.

 

 

The hours passed. Finding someone willing to help unload the cargo surely takes some time, but not that long. Diana began to worry, and as the succesive minutes passed she started to worry more and more, until she took the decision to leave the ship unguarded and headind to Quincy.
She run throught the swampy coast, until she reached a tree, where she leaned on, an took a glance at the town. There was no sign of activity nor sentinels patrolling the perimeter, not even a sound, until she heard gunshots.

 

 

Diana braced her rifle, and furtively approached the exterior walls of a derelict house, in order to have some cover.

 

 

Then she reached the corner of the wall, and saw Marco kneeling, with a gun on his hand.

 

Marco: Okay okay, I'll drop my weapon but let him go.

 

Gunner Colonel: Good boy, do it, do it...

 

Diana didn't know the dynamics of the situations, but she knew that the woman wasn't intentioned to let her husband and the wounded man go. The two mercenaries were too well equipped to be fought without a plan. Diana was also thinking of a way to alert Marco of her presence, without letting the two bastards know.

 

But her procrastination led to a fatal conclusion.

 

 

Gunner Colonel: Take this motherfucker!

 

Marco: Aaaarghhh...puttana**!

 

The Gunner Colonel fired at Marco. He fell, cursing at her.

 

 

Diana enraged. Seeing her husband being shoot after he was about to put down his weapon filled her with anger, a vengeaful anger. She stepped out her hiding place and gunned down the two mercenaries.

 

Diana: YOU BASTARDS!!!

 

 

Marco was lying on the ground, too sore too move.

 

Diana approached him as soon she dealt with the two Gunners. He took him apart and made him lie his head on her legs.

 

Marco: I'm-m sorry...piccolina...I swore...I swore that I would...come b-back, but...

 

Diana: Hush! Don't speak, I'll try to...

 

Marco: N-no listen...a-argh...there's nothing...you can do. I...I know what a plasma round...can do...at t-that distance. Listen to me...y-you have to get out of here...you get to...

 

Diana: No! I won't leave you here, I wiil not do it. Never.

 

Marco life's was slowly fading away. He knew that Diana wouldn't listen to him. He was afraid that if she was captured by the Gunners they would do to her something worse than killing her.

 

Marco: Diana...you cannot imagine...you cannot imagine what they'll do to you...if they capture you...

 

Diana: I'm a huntress...Marco...I know how to...

 

Diana was full of pain too much to finish the sentence.

 

Marco: My love...I feel my life slowly fading...Dying in your arms...is probably the best way to leave..this...world...

 

Marco exhaled.

 

Silence fell all around.

 

Diana's crying was silent.

 

 

After several minutes Diana recovered frome her pain. One of the Gunners had a rocket launcher. She took it and proceeded into town.

 

She fired a missile in the air, so that most of the mercenaries gathered in front of the church.

 

 

Diana's was like a dragon spitting fire at her enemies. The screams of pain and fear of the Gunners and the explosions of the missiles thundered throughout Quincy.

 

 

Stashed in the church, Diana found a Fat Man. With that she was intentioned of obliterating the captain of the band of unfortunates. Baker and Tessa are the names of the Gunners that lead the operation.

 

Diana reached the top of a building adjacent to the one were the two mercenaries' leaders stood.

 

She let the Fat Man do the rest.

 

 

The explosion resonated throughout the town. The bodies of Baker, Tessa and all the other Gunners turned to dust.

 

 

Diana stood there for a while, staring at the ruins. It seemed that the Gunners took Quincy quite some time, enslaving, torturing and raping. But none of that mattered to her. What mattered to her is that her husband wasn't with her anymore.

 

 

After the massacre, Diana buried Marco's body, under a tree. She kneeled and started praying. Diana's isn't the religious type but her husband was, and praying for him was for her like a tribute to him, one last time. Despite their different view on life, they were able to love each other like none other on the Island or the Commonwealth.

 

But now it was all gone.

 

Silence reigned once again.

 

In her prayers, Diana was trying to find a reason to live again.

 

 

The Gunners...their annihilation...that was what was pervading her mind.

 

 

But Diana is no fool. She perfectly know that she, alone and with the current equipment, can't possibly hope to erase them from the face of the Commonwealth.

 

For her this wasn't vengeance anymore. She already got it when she killed the Colonel. This was for the good of the people like her husband and all the victims of those mercenaries. This was for making the world a better place.

 

 

 

Translation of some words:

 

*piccolina: baby
**puttana: whore, harlot.