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  • It was a good day at GoodSprings. It looked like the skys would have calm waves on sunshine. Not to hot, and not to cold. As much as Daniel Shier wanted to bask in the sunshine, he had to give a letter to the mayor, or caretaker, of GoodSprings. Cesar's Legion has taken over the Hover Dam, and Cesar requested Daniel, his best soilder, to sent word to GoodSprings that he will not harm, but reward the town because Courier, an honored Legionary, was healed by the doctor there. He went to the General Store to find two men. One behind the counter, another, drinking alchol. The kid only looked about Daniel's age.  

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    • Erik glanced at the man who had entered the store. He took note of the crimson this stranger sported showing his loyalty to Caesar and his legion. With a couple sips more of his liquor he nervously said "Howdy. Fancy some trade? I've got some spare food if you've got the caps."

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    • "No." Daniel said. "Do you know where I can find the mayor, or some other offical of this town?"

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    • "Can't help you with that. I just strolled into town around an hour ago." Erik replied.

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    • "Very well," Daniel replied. Seems how it was a nice day and he did get extra caps as a little reward from Cesar for his efforts from the Battle Of The Hoover Dam, he thought he could use somthing nice. "Show me what you have."

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    • "I've got some Fancy Lads and a couple glasses of Nuka cola if you are wanting something sweet. Everything else I have is typical produce like corn and whatnot. I may be willing to sell this rifle as well, I probably want be needing it anymore." Erik said unraveling his rucksack.

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    • "I'll take a Fancy Lad and a Nuka Cola. Here is 30 caps." Daniel gave the guy a small sack with 30 caps in it. "But why would you want to sell your Varmint Rifle? Its dangerous in the wasteland and you will need to protect yourself. Besides, the Legion ussually has no need for guns. We use mostly melee weapons."

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    • "I've figured out I'm not much of the fighting type. Pretty sure I'm done exploring the waste as well." Erik said handing over the food to the legion soldier.

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    • "Very well," Daniel said taking the food. "But keep it. You never know. Now, I must head to the saloon, I must find the leader of this place. Ave." And proceded to leave.

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    • Erik put everything back into his bag and went back to sipping his drink and chatting with the owner of the General Store. 

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    • Daniel went to the Prospector Saloon and asked the bartender, "Excuse me miss, but where can i find the town marshall or mayor, or some other represnitive of this town?" The women was hesitent, but she said she was. "Good, take this letter, inform the rest of this community. We will be back next week." Then he left.

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    • mind if I join in? playing Michael Caboose

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    • (It's fine with me. Up to Fed) Erik was on his way out of the store as he seen the legion soldier he talked to earlier exiting the saloon and asked "Where are you headed now?" 

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    • (Yea you can join. Go ahead.)

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    • the heavy boots of caboose's power armor thudded rythmatically as he strode along the dusty road. freckles had said there was a town just ahead called goodsprings that might have some work for him. he whistled "yankee doodle" to himself softly. just over a hill a neon sign reading the prospector saloon loomed into view.

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    • (Whose turn is it?)

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    • fedora.

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    • Daniel was about to leave when he saw a man, in a sort of power armor that he had never seen before. He stoped for a moment but passed on by him, like he did not exsist.

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    • your turn kingslayer

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    • Erik halted as he seen a man walking in a mechanical suit. He whistled and said "Now that's some fancy armor!"

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    • Michael stopped his whistling and waved. "HELLO!!" he strode up to the man and held out a gauntleted hand to shake.

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    • Daniel stoped to face the man, "Hello," he said. "Your apart of the brotherhood of steel arent you? I ask because of the armor."

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    • Erik shook the man's hand as he watched the legion soldier walk up to them.

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    • caboose wrinkled his brow... "the brotherhood of stealing? I don't think Ive heard of them but...they do not sound fun." caboose panned his eyes up and down the man's crimson armor. "you are wearing red." he stated as he let go of the other stranger's hand.

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    • Daniel just rolled his eyes, obviously this guy had been rasied in a vault all his life or somthing. "I am apart of Cesar's Legion. In case you havent noticed around the area, we are the ones who control the Mojave Wasteland." He had a stern tont to his voice.

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    • "What brings you to these parts?" Erik asked the power armored stranger.

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    • "I was walking...and it got hot...so I kept walking...and there was a sign...so I walked over to it and here I am! see?" caboose pointed at his pipboy's map. there was a blinking map marker that said strange place with a pretty sign "Soo...who is Caesar's legion? are they nice? they should wear blue instead of red if they are nice."

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    • (skip.)

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    • "The legion is a major player here in the Mojave and it depends on what your definition of nice is." Erik said

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    • yeah...nice is that guy that gave me cookies...do they give out cookies?

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    • (Keep going on with the conversation, ill tell when i will come back in.)

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    • you heard 'em kingslayer.

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    • "Nah, they're more into giving out punishment. So long as you don't rile them up they should leave you alone though." 

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    • "punishment? like what? what do you do to rile them up?"

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    • "Well they have a ton of things they do as punishment from what I've heard but I've only ever seen them take someone as a slave. From the stories I've been told the Legion is pretty arbitrary when it comes to what they like and dislike. From experience I can say they aren't very fond of chem users."

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    • behind his helmet caboose's eyes darken. "slaves? how many?"

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    • (Can I join, and do I need to make a character?)

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    • (You may join, but you need to make a chaercter.)

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    • (It's fine with me. Up to the other fellas.) "I'm not sure but from the few stories I've heard about Legion raids they've taken entire towns before." 

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    • (i'm fine with you joining) "yeah...I don't think they sound nice at all..."

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    • "Yeah most people don't much like the Legion. I've not met many of their soldiers but they seem pretty damn scary overall." 

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    • caboose flexes his shoulders, and looks around- you...wouldn't happen to know where they...camp?

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    • "Can't say that I do. They have camps and outpost scattered around all over the place though."

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    • (what happened to the guy that was going to join???) "do you think you could take me to the nearest one??"

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    • (Not sure, haven't seen them around) "We could try and find where some of them have made camp. What are you planning on doing?"

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    • "I just wanted to say hello! and give them this shiny steel pineapple for a present!!" caboose gently tosses a frag and catches it.

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    • Erik jumps up in terror "Man be careful with that thing!"

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    • caboose cocks his head slightly and shrugs before clipping it to his belt. "so, do you think you can show me the way?"

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    • "I suppose so."

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    • Daniel was crouching behind a rock the whole time, listening to the conversation. When he talked about the gernade, and they turned around to the leave the area, Daniel went up quietly behind the two, machete and custom 12.7mm pistol in hand. He grabbed Caboose, machete at his troaht, and said to the other man while pointing the gun at him, "I'm sure that Cesar would love to hear what i heard. Im taking you both to the main camp, for a...talk."

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    • I love talking! and also YELLING! also...thanks for giving us directions mr.knife person!" caboose gripped the machete at his neck and gently squeezed, crumpling the blade like tinfoil "lead the way new friends!"


      (caboose is VERY stupid. but EXTREMELY strong and lucky.)

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    • "Alright let's all calm down a bit. We'll go with you to see Caesar but could you please stop pointing that gun at me first." Erik said. How on Earth did that fellow just grip that knife and crush it? He thought.

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    • Daniel lowered the gun and said, "Fine. But you better not try anything stupid. Fallow me." And they were on there way to Cottenwood Cove.

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    • "Hey mr. knife person! when will we be there? I'm bored! and also hungry...did you bring trail-mix?"

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    • "I doubt he's going to share food with either of us Caboose. I've got some spare grub in my bag if you want some."

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    • "Here we are!" Daniel said. "Cottenwood Cove. Aurelius! Help me get these fools on the boat. There going to 'meet' Cesar." Aurelius of Phoenix came over and grabbed Erik and left Daniel with Caboose. They pushed them onto the boat and they rowed to Cesars Camp. 

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    • YAY! AN ENTIRE CITY OF KNIFE PEOPLE! they can cut open my metal pineapple for me!! this is great...wait...-caboose points to a person being crucified- is that what you meant by punishment?

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    • Well isn't his just great. I'm being held captive and I'm surrounded by angry legionnaires. I wonder what those other fellows are up to. Erik thought

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    • After entering the camp and into Cesars Tent, Daniel pushed the two to there knees in front of Cesar. "All mighty Cesar," Daniel said. "These fools plan to strike against us. I think they might be undercover NCR. What is to become of them?"

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    • HELLO!!!" caboose waves

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    • "Um .. Mr. Caesar I'd just like to say that I was only going to show the man in power armor where a Legion camp was. I'm basically just a tour guide." 

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    • Cesar looked at the two sternly and asked, "Is what Daniel Shier says true? We dont take kindly to the NCR. If you tell the truth you might get a much less worse punishment"

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    • "Wellll....I was walking along...and I met this nice person" (points to Eric) "and then he said he would take me to see you...but then mr.rude-knife-person" (points at Daniel) "was nice and lead us to you guys! also...why do you guys use knives? they don't stab through armor very well...also I was wondering if you could cut this metal pineapple open for me!" (holds out frag grenade and shakes it, rattling the pin) I think there might be a toy inside, but..."

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    • Erik begins to squirm as Caboose nonchalantly shakes the grenade. "Well Caesar, thing is I'm not NCR. I'm pretty sure he isn't either" points towards Caboose "or else he would be trying to escape and get backup. In all honesty this is a simple misunderstanding."

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    • Daniel grabbed the gernade from Caboose and took out his pistol and aimed right at caboose. "You," Cesar pointed right at Caboose in anger. "Shall be send to be crucified until you die. Daniel, strip him of his power armor." "Yes, sir," Daniel said as he reached for Cabooses helmet. "You," Cesar said pointing at Erik. "You seem like a good kid, we could always use more hands. Tell me, are you willing to work for the Legion?"

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    • -jerks head away and lets out a deep growl- if you take my armor...I will have to bend your arms the other way mr. rude knife person, and I do not think you will like it...-stands up- I'm leaving now...I thought you people might be nice...but you are just a bunch of mean knife-people...

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    • "Depends on the work and the pay."

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    • Daniel ran after Caboose and brought him to the ground, and now tried to forcfully take off the armor.

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    • -sighs and wraps arms around you in a bear-hug- I do not want to kill you... -gently squeezes and the metal encasing your body begins to warp and groan from the stress- but I will if I have to... -slams you into the ground and turns to leave again- (I am trying to give you an easy way out. caboose will probably end up crushing your ribcage if you try brute force. outwit him, he's a moron.)

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    • (Skip. Just going to observe.)

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    • Before Daniel could get up, Caboose was gone. "Shall I go looking for him Cesar?" Daniel asked "No, we will find him evetully," Cesar said. "Now you," Cesar pointed to Erik. "theres a certan thing i need taken care of. What do you need in return?"

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    • "Caps for the most part. What do you need done?"

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    • (What do you want to do now that Wastelandronan has left?)

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    • "Ever since we took over Hoover Dam," Cesar said. "We have had many harrasing us. Most come from NCR Citezen Scum, but others are from other factions like the newly destroyed brotherhood of steel. You must be willing to be a gun for hire."

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    • "I'm pretty handy with a gun I suppose. What do you need me to do?"

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    • "Verry Well," Cesar said. "There is a women at Goodsprings named Sunny Smiles. She has been on the hunt for my men. Bring her alive or dead does not matter to me. Your reward will be 235 Caps Dead and 470 Caps Alive. Do What You Wish. Daniel."

      "Yes sir?" Daniel asked.

      "Go with Erik in case he screws up."

      "Yes Sir." Daniel faced Erik, "Lets Go."

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    • Erik followed Daniel out of Caesar's tent.

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    • They arrived at the Goodsprings Cemetary where they got a vantage point on the whole town. Daniel looked for Sunny Smiles with his binoculars. "Theres our target," Daniel said as he passed the binoculars off to Erik. "How to you want to do this?"

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    • "Well the town is armed so I'm thinking we should try and take her out from a distance. Got a gun with a scope on it?"

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    • "No," Daniel said. "Not one with a scope. Are you sure you dont want to bring her alive? It would be worth more."

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    • "How do you think we could capture her alive without alerting everyone in the town?"

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    • Daniel thought about for a moment. "From what I hear Sunny owns a dog. No doubt she cares for it. How about you convience her to come to the graveyard with the dog, I'll hide, and when she comes up here, I will hold down the dog and we force her to come with us or she and the dog dies. Sound good?"

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    • "Sounds good, let's go."

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    • Daniel got in position behind a nearby grave stone and waited for Erik and Sunny to come up.

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    • "Yeah it's just over here." Erik said leading Sunny to the center of the graveyard. 

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    • A shadowy figure hides behind a tree in the distance

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    • Daniel waited a couple seconds until he could see the dog. Then he silently crouched to the animal and forced it down with his machete while pointing the his pistol at Sunny. "Ave, true to Cesar!"

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    • Erik grabbed Sunny before she could draw her weapon. "You're coming with us or the dog gets turned into lunch. Got it?!" (How do you want to bring Slade into this Fedora?)

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    • Exobyte walks out from the shadows, "That's no way to treat a lady, now is it?" Exobyte pulls out his Plasma Carbine "Now men, this can go one of two ways, You let her go, and we all stay alive, or you make me turn you into a puddle?" "Now which choice will it be?" 

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    • Turning around Daniel and aimed his pistol at the man. "You stay out of this fool. Your meddling in Legion affairs. You wouldnt want us after you now would you?"

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    • Exobyte smirked " Oh no, the Legion! Whatever shall I do?" He said mockingly, " I don't care, I'm a synth, you can't intimidate me "

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    • "Synth or not, You will not bother us. Lets go Erik. Leave this robot to rust in the sun."

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    • HE smirked even ore "No rust on me fellas, but you better leave the lady here too" *loads plasma carbine* " Or we might have a problem"

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    • Erik backed away and said "Here you can have her." As Sunny walked over towards the synth he pulled out a pistol and shot her in the back. He then quickly ran behind a large rock to take cover.

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    • " Miss!" HE runs up to sunny and helps her to cover "STay here. I'll deal with them"

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    • "Damnit," Daniel said as he pulled out a gernade and threw it at the two.

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    • Erik covered his ears as the grenade went off.

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    • As the grenade went off, Exobyte laughed, "It's gonna take more than that idiots" He then began to fire at the two with his Plasma Carbine

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    • "Shit," Daniel exclaimed. "Kill them."

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    • Erik yelled "What do you even want with this lady!?"

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    • " Nothing, just trying to help." Said Exobyte as he started to inch closer

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    • (Fedora, you there?)

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    • (Sorry, I'm Back.) "Screw It!" Daniel yelled at himself as he ran at the synth with his machete.

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    • Erik observed as the legion soldier charged the synth.

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      • Exobyte laughed* Foolish, is everyone here an idiot or just him? *he blasts the machete*
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    • Daniel droped the machete and tackled the synth to the ground. "True To Cesar!"

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      • stands there, starting to look more, and more agressive, and starts to think about the insult, and pulls out a pocket knife from the dirty vault 108 vault suit * "gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary......."
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    • Exobyte looked at Daniel, and said: Oh really, I've heard Caesar has a thing for men, makes sense now that I see a soldier, he then threw Dniel off of him, and stood up

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    • Erik tripped on a rock and knocked himself out. (I'll be busy so I'll let you guys go on without my character)

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      • Gary Walks over to Erik's unconscious body and looks through his bag and Gary doesn't see what he wants In it, so he picks up the rock and throws it at Exobyte, looking to knock him out*
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      • Exobyte catches the rock, stabbing Gary with his sword*
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    • *A Verti-Bird flys over head landing behind some trees to the east*

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    • Exobyte: THE ENCLAVE! *he smiles, jumpign and waving* OVER HERE! WE NEED AN EVAC!

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      • The Verti-Bird Circles Back Around Opening Fire With The Mini Gun Mounted To Its Under Side Lighting Up Daniel's Position With Heavy Fire. Shortly Afterwards Landing With Colonel Samuel Genovese Stepping Out Flanked By Six Enclave Troopers*
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    • Colonel Samuel:"Get Your Ass In The Verti-Bird Now!" He yells as he and 2 other troopers put down suppressing fire on Daniel's position as two of his men put Sunny onto a stretcher carrying her to the Verti-Bird. While the other 2 troopers quickly rush Daniel's position dragging him in front of the Colonel to face his judgement.

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    • -as the group boards the ventribird, the pilot gets out of his seat and turns towards the group- "good day," the pilot sais as he pulls out a laser musket,- "im going to leave one of you alive to tell ceaser, he shouldnt have messed with the minutemen....."

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    • -As the minutemen person is pointing his gun at the group, Gary reaches for a stimpack, in his left pocket-

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    • Exobyte jumps in the vertibird, smiling "I thought you guys were extinct out here!"

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    • Meh we WERE.... For a while also we aren't the Enclave but rather Enclave Outcast for the record... (just ignore the Minuteman General)

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    • "I couldn't care what you are, as long as you're the Enclave, you're good!" He shook the Colonel's hand, smiling

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    • Well that's new...

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    • "Yeah, my views aren't exactly...widespread around here, but when we get back to Chicago I can work on armor and..." Seems Exobyte didnt know that they weren't going to CHicago, some sort of malfunction had taken place

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    • "Uh... Yeah we're not going to Chicago..."

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    • "What? But...thats where the most forces are...the safest place"

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    • "We Aren't Enclave and they regular Enclave is trying to kill us..." The colonel says sounding agitated

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    • Near new vegas a young teen,raider looking,is going around asking people about a guy n a 101 jumpsuit

      "C'mon you have to have seen him, yah tall,ugly" the kid exclaimed with anger

      "Nope, nobody" the guard said stern

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    • A Tall human looked around the ruins that was camp Forlorn Hope, the human was clean shaven and maintained a military short crew cut, his torso sported a dark green T-Shirt contrasting to his enviroment with a few dried brown blood stains around the waist that was tucked into his desert camoflaged pants. Around his neck dangled NCR Army dog tags. The man kneeled down searching for something in the ruins, finding the remains of NCR troopers, he would take one dog tag from any remains, and scrounging any 5.56 ammunition. After collecting about a dozen dog tags, he stopped searching bodies as he looked down at the body of a man who had lost his arm and his leg, not from a machete of a righteous legionaire but in a surgical operation that saved his life. "God damn it... How the hell am I gonna explain this to Tyler..."

      Sitting there staring at the trooper's body, the man stood up, reached for a spare hunting rifle and boots, setting up a field cross for the fallen trooper. Reaching into his bag lined with bandoleers, he placed a Black beret featuring a unit badge of a Deathclaw Skull, he stood straight before raising his right arm giving a crip salute to the fallen camp, then he slung his service rifle over a shoulder started walking back into the wastes.

      Making his way across to Novac seeing something protruding from the T-Rex's mouth, rather than tempt fate, the trooper remained behind cover changing direction North heading towards New Vegas.

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    • Walking north towards New Vegas, the tall human looked over seeing the empty remains of Helios One, something that truly could've done some good for the wasteland powering homes and facilities. Looking at the bright lights of New Vegas from a distance on the horizon, the trooper sat down on a ridge taking off his ruck sack, setting his service rifle down to rest against a log. He set up a few cinder blocks into a circle as the sun began to set in the West. Finding a few peices of wooden planks, he set them in a pile on top of some dried tumble weed. The man took out his flip lighter and try to start a camp fire. Getting a bit of the weeds burning, he blew on the burning embers trying to get flames. The man leaned his head back in frustration, wishing he had some oil or easier tinder to start the fire. Taking out his flip lighter trying to start lighting the tumble weed for another side giving the burning embers air. "Damn this be easier if I had a laser rifle."

      After what may have been an hour, the trooper managed to get a fire going, illuminating his area and giving away his position to any raider, mutant, or abomination of the Mojave. Once settled, the human rummaged through his Ruck sack pulling out a bottle of Nuka Cola and a Can of Pork'N'Beans, using his combat knife which doubled as his rifle bayonet to cut open his can for dinner. Setting the open can on a plank of wood then placing the plank on the fire, he sat back cradling his service rifle looking at the stars, then his surroundings. 

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    • Devil started to walk in the direction of the Mojave out post hoping to find answers or clues

      "I'll find him dad i swear" 

      On his way he spotted a man in 21 jumpsuit. So he crouched down and stayed silent

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    • Grabbing his pork'n'beans, the NCR trooper stirred the semi hot pre-cooked pre-war food. Taking a few bites of the beans, the man took out his bottle of nuka cola and used a bottle opener he carved into his rifle stock. Taking a sip of Nuka cola, he sat back reaching for a plank of wood to toss on his camp fire. His camp would be spotted in the distance from Trade Post 118. The smell of his food could be sensed by any being or creature north of him as the wind blew, some geckos could be heard in the distance. Taking another bite of his can of food, he looks over the edge of the ridge hearing the geckos, there weren't many but they could be close, the trooper cradled his rifle setting his can of pork'n'beans aside while he only takes sips of nuka cola occassionaly for the caffeine to stay awake.

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    • Soon he found himself in goodsprings looking around

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    • Shooting a few geckos that tried to raid his temporary camp, and collecting their gecko hide and meat, perhaps to sell to some merchant later. He made his way to the New Vegas entrance before being stopped by a large guard, "There a problem sir?" the tall man asked flatly to guard. "No outsiders for now, there's been an influx of refugees and frankly we don't need another mouth to feed." The trooper sighed, "Anything happen recently besides that?" he asked. The guard shrugged, "Well some freaky teenage kid was asking about someone in a vault 101 jumpsuit, pretty sure he was high on chems." the tall trooper looked at the guard, "Why was he looking for this vault guy?" the guard gave another shrug, "Beats me, though he went that way if you're curious to ask him." the guard pointed into the Mojave wasteland, a hand slowing rising to the pistol grip at the guard waistband. The trooper got the message. Turning around from the gates, he started heading down the worn out road, though he found a Blue Star cap, someone must've dropped it, then finds a few discharged cartriges pistol rounds. The trooper continued down the road, examining the path, maybe that kid got into a fight, but there were no bodies. Maybe a scuffle and got scared when a firearm was presented. The trooper pulled out his binoculars to scout the area ahead; a large pack of deathclaws. Too many for even a squad of NCR troopers to handle, no way some freak of a kid could've fought his way through. Over the course of tracking he spotted a blood stained rock, examining the rock, the trooper found that it was thrown and likely hit someone then finding a trail of blood, he followed the trail off the beaten path finding a vault dweller ina vault 21 jumpsuit. The corpse was surrounded by used cartriges, had a stabbing wound just under the left side rib cage, and his left arm was sawed off. Checking the corpse, the trooper found that the body wasn't looted beyond the arm, caps, dollars, even small arms such as pistols were still on the body. The trooper got up from his examinations, then found a trail, taking him past the Mojave outpost, past Primm, and into Goodsprings.

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    • Devil was in the goodsprings general store buying a couple of assault rifle rounds until he noticed a couple of men outside, one of them was the previous troopers he talked to.

      "Awwww what the f**k, he's gonna arrest me"

      He sprints out the door hoping to get away.

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    • The trooper approached the town of Goodsprings, a bit weary from his travels, making his way over to the local Prospector's saloon. He heard a ruckus come from the store next door when some teenage made a mad dash out of the store. Rather than try to reason with someone who wasn't looking to talk, he unslung his service rifle from his shoulder and reached for a magazine, loading 5.56 hallow points into his rifle. Tapping te forward assist, he aimed down sights at the running teenager specifically towards his right calf, slowing his breathing to reduce sway, then gently squeezed the trigger. His rifle gave a loud bang. He then would aim again this time adjusting to aim for the teenager's hip, though he hesitated to fire again given he had little to no knowledge of the individual nor evidence if he murdered the vault dweller that he found on the side of the road.

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    • Devil gets hit by the shot and is flunged away by it, he lays on the road in pain.

      "MOTHER F**KER, that hurt"

      He looks to see a NCR shot him.

      "F**K you "

      He blacks out due to blood loss.

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    • The NCR trooper  calmly walked over to the tennager, service rifle still in hand, noticing the amount of blood loss in such little time, the trooper slung his rifle over his shoulder kneeled down to asist the kid. Noticing he hit the teenager in the thigh instead of the calf like he aimed, he assumed he hit the femural artery. Taking some rope from his satchel he tied a turnikit around the teenager's leg tight trying to cut the circulation. Then dug some fingers deep into the kid's wound to pinch the artery closed. If he managed to do that, the trooper would try to set the artery close then try to drag the wounded teenager back to Doc Mitchell's.

      "What you bringing in-The hell is going on?" The docotor demanded, "Some dumb kid who tried something and lost." The trooper grunted, the trooper reached into his satchel pulling out a syringe of Med-x and injected it into the teenager's thigh, then pulled out a stimpack, part of the trooper hesitated to use one of his two stimpacks on some street kid who likely just do something stupid again, but injected the stimpack into the kid's shoulder after a bit of deliberation, "Can you fix him up, I'm only good for first aid." the trooper held out some caps, perhaps as a bribe to the doctor, "Oh don't offer me that, if he lives I'll accept that." The doctor got to work to save the kid's life from the blood loss. "I'm gonna need some blood packs to save him, problem is, I don't know what his blood type is." the doctor looked at the trooper, "I guess I could offer my blood, I'm O+, unless he's O- I guess that our best option." The doctor nodded, he pulled out an IV bag and a needle, finding a vein in the trooper's arm, the docotr plugged the trooper with the needle and crimson liquid began to fill the platic tubing and the IV bag. Sitting there for a good few minutes, before the IV bag was full, then the doctor took the bag and plugged it in the tennager.

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    • Two hours later everything was calm and quiet. Until Devil woke up in a angry mood. He started rippin the plugs from his body.

      "Where is that a**hole?!"

      He get's up and looks for his gun.

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    • Devil would see an M1 Garand next to the table and a the guy who shot him sitting across from the operating table, sleeping in a chair. Doc Mitchell was no where to be seen, as the only two beings in the Goodsprings doctor's office were the trooper and the teenager.

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    • Devil glances over to the trooper and the gun

      "So tell me why THE F**K YOU SHOT ME"

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    • The NCR trooper woke up to the sound of a cracking shriek. He looked over at the Devil as he sat back in his chair. "You were robbing a store and were running at the first sight of authority." He grunted, as then sat up. "However I did not leave you to die like probably most people who shoot you would." He remained silent to let his words loft on the teenager's mind.

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    • Jack Huntley glances over and sees the two fighting and puts his hand on his 12.7mm pistol just in case if things go south. he then says "The hell is going on here? you're causing a scene."

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    • Looked over at the stranger that came into Doc Mitchell's clinic raising a brow, his hand on an M1911 pistol seeing his M1 garand rifle was out of his reach, now dealing with two unknown persons, "Before this goes further I'd like to ask who you might be stranger." the human NCR trooper kept a tense almost ready to draw vibe about him, "This kid here was robbing a store and I shot him for it. Patched him up and now trying to get some information, maybe he'll get some help before being turned over to NCR authorities, or when the next legion patrol comes by looking for either of us." The trooper glanced out the window for a moment as if paranoid of legion coming by to check on Good Springs, "How about yourself stranger? Why you here in the clinic?"

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    • Jack then glanced at his left arm and said "got bit by a Deathclaw pretty badly, if it would have been any worse i would have had no arm left, don't worry if it's infected, i am a ghoul ater all" Jack then looked at The Troopers M1 Garand and whispered "nice gun, always wanted a garand." then getting back on track and saying "why are you acting like you are so paranoid over the Legion here in Goodsprings? they are barely even near here except for that camp i saw  but that's small compared to what the NCR have in Goodsprings". Jack then remembered that the NCR Trooper asked him who he was, Jack then replied "I'm Jack Huntley and no not that Old Enclave asshole Jack Hunter. I used to be a L.A.P.D Riot Officer Back before the war, and that's how i got this armor." Jack then took his Helmet off and showed The NCR Trooper his Ghoulified Face, Jack then curious who the NCR Trooper was  then said "who might you be?" "Also, why didn't you leave Devil for dead, seems like a Asshole to me, & Make sure he doesn't pull his gun on me or he'll regret ever living in the first place".

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    • "Come on now, just a little to the left." The lone, hiding, duster-clad figure mumbles to himself, lying prone up on a rock ridge. He'd been tracking a pack of nightstalkers for a few days, and it would look like he'd finally bag them all. Adjusting the sight on his brush rifle and clicking off his safety, he pulls the trigger. With a loud thunder, a .45-70 caliber chunk of led rockets through the air, and tags the final member of the pack right in the heart, roughly 400 yards from where he lay. Seeing the....Well, abomination, frankly, topple over, he smirks. "Ha. Got 'Em." he says, standing upright and cycling the rifles lever, a stray gust of wind blowing his waist-length hair around. He shoulders his piece and treks over to where the nightstalkers corpse lye. Taking out his bowie knife, he begins to skin and gut the creature. At this point, however, he begins to hear footsteps. Standing up right and scanning the area around him, he takes note of a bush, a rock cluster, and a dead tree. After assessing possible spots where he could get ambushed, he draws his six-shooter, and his sawn-off shotgun and begins to slowly walk forward. ".....Who's there?" he asks.

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    • (where are you anyways?)

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    • (I didn't have a specific locale in mind, really. I was thinking he was just out in the wastes, hunting. If I had to make it specific, I'd say he's around the broc flower cave area. In the game, I've had nightstalkers show up around there.)

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    • Nodded to Jack, seeing the ghoul face he tried to hide his shock but he was always shocked to see a face deformed and not be on a dead body, he looked at the teenage kid then back to the riot police officer, "Don't know any Jack Hunter, but reason why I didn't kill the kid is because well it's not my place to just execute someone who doesn't pose a threat to me or those around me. Maybe allow the citizens of good springs decide how he meets his fate. But I heard of a teenager asking about a vault dweller, heading to the various settlements, while on my way back to the NCr, I found a vault dweller corpse with his arm sawn off, the arm with the pipboy. This kid matched the description of someone looking for a vault dweller, was gonna ask him some questions before he tried running off." The human NCR trooper slung his M1 over on his back and holstered his M1911, "You were a police officer right? Maybe you have better luck reasoning with him."

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    • "A riot officer to be be precise". Jack then looked as if he were trying to recall something from the old world. "A-ha!" Jack yelled "Big MT whatever the hell they were, struck a deal with the Comissioner to have all interogations by Riot Police stopped & have arrested protesters sent to Big MT as Test Subjects. that's one reason why i contemplaited leaving the L.A.P.D after that. plus, my friend jackson was the one who interregated people. he's probably out near the boneyard somewhere. or even worse. ate to death by a Deathclaw." Jack's facial expressions then seemed to be filled with sorrow & then said to the NCR Trooper "if you find him or his body. please return his Armor,Weapons, & Belongings to me. if he's alive however. bring him back to me. i haven't seen the bastard in almost 180 years." Jack then getting back on track said "i'll give it my best shot though at interrogating him. if you need me, i'll be at the former Enclave base in the mountains near jacobstown scavenging or at the old L.A.P.D Base near you're outpost with the two stick guys."

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    • a wanderer in a duster enters a town hunting for a bounty

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    • he looks around primm

      "where o where can ya be"

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    • Samuel Greene leans off the doors to the Vikki and Vance Casino, facing this new stranger: "Well hello there stranger! I'm Samuel, from up near Cascadia. Now it seems to me like your looking for someone or, darn it, maybe even something. I'm happy to help if needed."

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    • "ok, where is ED-E"

      he looks suspicoisly

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    • "ED-E? Now that's an odd name I haven't heard in a while. Ahh yes. That old eyebot was what I call, resurrected. All fixed up and taken by some traveler not to long ago. He said something about heading to Novac if that helps you at all." Samuel then hands the stranger an old map of the Las Vegas area, with the best route from Primm to all the major settlements of Novac, New Vegas, and Goodsprings.

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    • "thank you samuel here for your troubles unless you wanna come with"

      he tosses a coin to him

      as he turns around this golden bull symbol shows

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    • "be warned though the last folk to come with me was mauled by a deathclaw"

      mumbles

      "not like i tried to save him anyway"

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    • Samuel takes in what the stranger said and offered. Getting mauled by a deathlcaw didn't seem like a nice thing, and what did that man mumble anyways? Pocketing the coin, Samuel wished the strange bull-loving man away and headed towards the Casino. After waiting and much contemplation, Samuel headed back to his rented room in the Bison Steve Hotel. "Gonna get myself killed doing this. Man sure seemed like he knew his stuff though. Ah well, guess I'll do it anyway." Samuel hastily begins to pack his travel gear for this new adventure. Putting on his salveged, mismatched traveling armor and equiping himself with scriptures, guns, and ammo, Samuel heads towards the little shortcut towards Novac. 

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    • The way to Primm Pass wasn't the hard part, no, it was the way through the Pass that got travelers killed. The stories of a blind deathclaw were all you needed to scare most people away. But not all. Giving a quick prayer and hoping his fasting would pay off, Samuel entered the Pass.

      Traveling through, Samuel found multiple corpses. Mutilated soldiers, mercs, ghouls, and other mutants littered the Pass. Coming to the center Samuel found the corpse of a deathclaw. Coming closer and examining the dead beast, Samuel estimated it had been dead for quite some time now. Moving along after doing some quick scavenging work with some of the corpses, Samuel pocketed 26 caps when he heard a noise. Like a giant slowly moving across the Earth, each step seemed to shake the world. Turning a small corner Samuel saw what had killed that poor beast, a giant albino Deathclaw, twice as big as that little fella back behind the corner. Giving another small prayer, Samuel began to load his rifle. The deathclaw seemed to pay him no mind, even after dropping that dang magazine that always refused to go in. "Gotta get a new rifle," he muttered under his breath. That deathclaw must have had some horrible hearing. Aiming, Samuel fired. The deathclaw roared in pain as it lost an eye, seeing Samuel, the giant sprang toward him. Taking another shot Samuel hit the beast in the chest. It was almost upon him. Turning back Samuel took a blind shot. He heard a grunt, a gurgle, and then the deathclaw hit the Earth. Not believing his luck, Samuel ran past it at full speed until he finally exited that cursed pass. Giving a prayer of thanks Samuel started down towards the distant town of Novac and that old NCR station close by.

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    • the stranger returns from a walk

      "woah, did you take the thing down yourself?"he gestures to the deathclaw

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    • the stranger is impressed seeing as the thing that made him stop hunting was a deathclaw

      he mutters"if only arcade was here hed love this"he looks at a mark of ceaser around his neck"im sorry"

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    • Samuel looks down at the deathclaw: "Well, it's like my father used to teach me when I was young, Trust in God. A few prayers and fasts go a long way." He reaches into his bag and pulls out two Nuka-Colas. "Want a drink? I've got a few things I'm willing to spare," Samuel extends a Nuka-Cola to the stranger, "But first I have some questions. I never got your name and would like to know what it is. What are wanting with this 'ED-E' eyebot anyway? An who is this arcade?"

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    • he sighs "well i guess if i want you to trust me i may aswell explain,my name is kyle drookwood im a legion supporter and former enclave medic and arcade was my friend we went on a adventure after the NCR took down the enclave with the brother hood and then a deathclaw got him i couldnt save him and i blamed the ncr, the last thing he told me was that ED-E would help me find the others,ive hated the NCR before but now ill kill any of them just to avenge arcade"he takes a Nuka-cola and drinks it"we better keep moving there is another town near here,nipton i think?"

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    • "There's Nipton to the south, an NCR outpost just down there, and then Novac east of that." Samuel out the locations on the map. "That ED-E bot went towards Novac, but Nipton could hold some clues, but then again, so could Novac."

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    • "i say nipton becuase its a regular stop for travellers but then again i saw smoke coming from the town"kyle points in the direction of nipton. "there is also a NCR outpost near here where caravans stop every now and then"

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    • Samuel thinks for a moment before coming to his conclusion. "Let's stop by that NCR outpost before heading down south to Nipton then." Samuel begins walking towards the outpost in the distance.

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    • "ok then"kyle follows

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    • Stopping by at the outpost, Samuel bought several rounds of ammunition, food, water, and a few stimpaks to keep up their health, espiecially after that deathclaw. Walking out of the outpost Samuel heard the sounds of distant explosions and yelling. He started running towards the commotion when the commotion came to him. Several wounded NCR soldiers were being chased by dozens of bandits, raiders, chems juckies, warlords, and mercenaries carriyng an assortment of weapons. From a single top notch plasma rifle (presumable in the hands of the leader) to hunting rifiles, broken handguns, and a large multitude of spears, axes, and grenades. "Run for it!" was all the NCR soldiers could manage before the group of raiders turned on Samuel and Kyle.

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    • Kyle returning from a shop with a new eyebot loads his gun quickly "last time this happend willy was with me!" kyle laughs

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    • Kyle unloads his revolver into the mob then quickly reloads and repeats the process 3 time before getting hit with a spear to the leg "AGH!" he shouts.

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