<strong>FREDERICK H. JUPITER</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/3/30014/1163477-shrapnel2_large.jpg)</div>The guys in the dorm called him Eight Finger Freddy, but the man repairing the mainframe wiring and welding a new drainage pipe onto Water Filtration Assembly C preferred to think of himself as F. Howard Jupiter. It had an Old World, Pre-War charm to it, he felt. Once the pipe was in place and connected, the hydroponics deck had water again and the entire Vault wasn't going to starve any more.<br/><br/>He went for lunch in the canteen, and hungrily, with leaden tastebuds, he dug into his extra large ration of slop. It probably had a daintier name than that given to it by the chef, but it tasted of barely recycled sewage. It kept Freddy swinging his sledgehammer. After lunch, he had a grimy cigarette from a carton he'd scavenged from storage and hoarded, then played a game of pool in the atrium  before he reported for his afternoon shift. Radroaches in the basement again. Predictable, but never boring!<br/><br/>The thick, indestructible concrete walls and floor of the Vault made this work easy. The storage room with the maintenance hatches to the reactor always bred a large, skittering population of the four foot insects. They could easily be dispatched by boot or sledgehammer, but F. Howard always preferred to use some fire first. He walked into the large, dark room, the walls stacked high with spare tools and metal boxes, and looked in one of the tool boxes for flammable materials. The lights were gone, which the roaches loved, so he saw by the flame of his engraved lighter.<br/><br/>He'd prefer not to use his emergency Molotov cocktails against vermin, and he was in luck. There was a half empty bottle of turpentine in the box, and some Wonderglue. After mixing the substances into a sticky improvised napalm in the plastic turpentine bottle with a screwdriver from his tool belt, he squirted it all over the insects, dribbled a trail of the stuff to the door, then threw the bottle into the middle of the squirming mass of radroaches. With a sense of dramatic effect, he put on Jazzy Interlude - Billy Munn (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0SZ_ibAoIs#)<br/><br/>on his Pip-Boy radio and did a little dance as he lowered the lighter.<br/><br/>He lit the trail, watched the flame shoot down the trail to the radroach nest, and smelled them burning. Once the flames had died down, Freddy smashed what was left of the living and dead radroaches into an ashy powder, swept it up and deposited it in the garbage can at the door that was starting to fill. Job done, he headed to the dorms for a shower to get the stench of burning out of his hair, and another Pre-War Lucky Strike.