Kapitel 415: 382. Day of the Tournament PT.6

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The three friends laughed as they headed back toward the bazaar, the glow of the sunset painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson. The tournament was over, but the memories of the day—filled with thrilling matches, friendly rivalries, and shared camaraderie—would linger long after the final whistle.

The bazaar buzzed with energy as vendors called out their wares and children dashed between stalls, their laughter mingling with the sounds of chatter and bartering. The sun had fully set now, and lanterns strung across the marketplace cast a warm, golden glow over the bustling scene. Sico, Hancock, and Piper strolled through the heart of the activity, still riding the high from the championship match.

"Well," Sico began, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "I need to check on Sturges. He's supposed to be getting the stage ready for the winners. You two want to tag along?"

Hancock clapped him on the back. "Count me in, chief. Always up for a chat with good ol' Sturges."

Piper smirked. "Why not? Plus, I'd love to see the chaos of a last-minute stage setup."

The trio made their way to the center of the bazaar, weaving through clusters of settlers and traders. When they arrived, they found Sturges and his team hard at work. The makeshift stage was a patchwork of wooden planks and scavenged metal, with the workers hammering and sawing under the dim light of lanterns.

"Hey, Sturges!" Sico called, his voice cutting through the ambient noise.

The burly handyman looked up from where he was securing a support beam. His face broke into a grin when he saw them. "Well, if it ain't the man of the hour. You enjoying the festivities, Sico?"

"Sure am," Sico replied, stepping closer. "Just wanted to check—how's the stage coming along?"

Sturges wiped his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a smudge of grease across his forehead. "It'll be ready in an hour. We're putting on the finishing touches now."

"Good," Sico said with a nod. He turned to Hancock. "I need you to head over to the depot and grab the prizes. Make sure the staff helps you bring everything here. We've got a lot to hand out."

"What are we looking at?" Hancock asked, tilting his head curiously.

Sico ticked off the prizes on his fingers. "The third-place team gets a week's worth of food supplies. Second place gets two weeks' worth of food and a week of medical supplies. And for the champions? Two weeks of food, two weeks of medical supplies, and a week's worth of ammunition."

Hancock let out a low whistle. "That's a haul. Those Minutemen are gonna feel like kings."

"They earned it," Sico said firmly. "Every team out there gave it their all. This is just a small way to give back."

Hancock gave him a mock salute. "On it, boss. I'll be back in no time."

As Hancock sauntered off toward the depot, Piper crossed her arms, watching Sturges' team hammer another plank into place. "Looks like you've got things under control here," she said to Sturges.

He chuckled, leaning on his hammer. "Control might be a stretch, but yeah, we'll get it done. This ain't my first rodeo."

Sico and Piper lingered near the stage, watching the workers transform the rough materials into a structure fit for the ceremony. Sico glanced at Piper, who was unusually quiet, her brow furrowed as she watched a worker struggle with a stubborn nail.

"Something on your mind?" he asked.

She looked at him, startled for a moment, before her expression softened. "Just thinking. Days like this… they remind me why we do what we do. Bringing people together, giving them hope—it's worth all the risks."

Sico smiled, understanding her sentiment. "Yeah. The Commonwealth's got its share of hardships, but events like this prove we can rise above it. Together."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Hancock's voice calling out from the other side of the bazaar. He was striding toward them, followed by a small group of depot staff hauling crates of supplies.

"All right, folks, the cavalry's here!" Hancock declared, his arms outstretched like he'd just led a victorious charge.

Sturges waved them over. "Perfect timing. Just stack the crates behind the stage for now. We'll bring them up when it's time for the ceremony."

The depot staff moved quickly, unloading the prizes with efficiency born from years of surviving in the wasteland. Sico supervised, making sure everything was accounted for. When the last crate was set down, he turned to the group.

"Thanks for the help, everyone. You're free to stick around for the ceremony if you want. It's gonna be a good one."

The workers nodded appreciatively, some already finding spots near the stage to watch the festivities.

As the hour passed, the stage took shape, and the buzz of anticipation grew louder. Settlers and traders gathered near the center of the bazaar, their faces lit with excitement. By the time the stage was complete, a sizable crowd had formed, eager to see the champions crowned.

Sturges wiped his hands on his pants, surveying his handiwork. "There she is," he said with pride. "Not bad for a bunch of scraps, huh?"

"Not bad at all," Sico agreed. He turned to Piper and Hancock. "Let's get into position. The show's about to start."

The ceremony began with a roar of applause as Sico stepped onto the stage, a makeshift microphone in hand. The lanterns illuminated the platform, casting long shadows over the cheering crowd.

"Good evening, everyone," Sico began, his voice carrying over the noise. "What a day it's been. We've seen incredible matches, fierce competition, and, most importantly, the spirit of the Commonwealth shining through."

The crowd cheered, their voices echoing through the bazaar.

"I want to thank every team that participated," Sico continued. "You've reminded us all what it means to fight, not just for survival, but for something greater—community, camaraderie, and a future worth building."

He gestured toward the crates stacked behind him. "And now, it's time to honor our winners."

Hancock stepped onto the stage, carrying a clipboard. "Let's start with our third-place team," he announced. "Put your hands together for the team from Sanctuary Hills!"

The crowd erupted as the Sanctuary Hills players approached the stage, their faces beaming. Sico handed them their prize—a week's worth of food supplies—while Hancock congratulated them with his signature flair.

"Second place goes to… Starlight Drive-In!" Hancock declared, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

The Starlight players received their prize to thunderous applause, their determination throughout the tournament earning them widespread admiration.

"And now," Sico said, stepping forward, "the moment you've all been waiting for. Your 2287 Commonwealth Soccer Champions—the Minutemen!"

The crowd exploded into cheers as the Minutemen team climbed onto the stage, hoisting their trophy high. Sico handed them their prize, the weight of their victory evident in their joyful expressions.

Big Nate, their captain, took the microphone, his deep voice carrying a mix of humility and pride. "Thank you, everyone, for your support. This win isn't just for us—it's for the entire Commonwealth. Together, we're stronger."

As the ceremony concluded and the crowd began to disperse, Sico, Hancock, and Piper stood near the stage, watching the celebratory chaos unfold.

"Well, that went off without a hitch," Hancock said, looking pleased. "And I didn't even lose any caps this time."

Piper laughed. "You're learning, Hancock. Slowly."

Sico crossed his arms, a satisfied smile on his face. "This is what it's all about. Bringing people together, giving them something to celebrate."

Hancock clapped him on the shoulder. "You did good, kid. Real good."

Piper nodded in agreement. "Here's to more days like this."

Sico stepped down from the stage, the applause still echoing in his ears as the crowd slowly began to disperse. He turned to Hancock and Piper, a wide smile on his face. "Well, that's that. Now, how about we enjoy the last day of the bazaar? Tomorrow, all this will just be a memory."

Hancock let out a laugh, adjusting his signature tri-corner hat. "You know what, kid? You're right. No sense in wasting what's left of this party. I say we dive into the chaos and see what kind of trouble we can stir up."

Piper, still grinning from the ceremony, nodded in agreement. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Besides, I've been eyeing those fried Mirelurk cakes since we got here."

"Then it's settled," Sico declared, leading the way. "Let's see what the bazaar has left to offer."

The trio plunged into the lively crowd, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. The lanterns overhead cast a golden glow, illuminating colorful stalls bursting with wares. Vendors called out their sales pitches, trying to outdo one another, while the smells of roasted meats, spiced vegetables, and sugary treats wafted through the air.

They stopped at a food stall first, where a cheerful vendor was flipping fried Mirelurk cakes on a sizzling griddle. Piper wasted no time placing an order, and soon they were munching on the savory, crispy cakes as they wandered through the market.

"This is amazing," Piper said between bites, a satisfied look on her face. "I don't know how they managed to make Mirelurk taste this good."

"It's the Commonwealth's secret," the vendor called out with a wink. "A little spice, a little oil, and a whole lot of love!"

Sico chuckled, savoring his own cake. "Guess that's why people keep coming back."

With their stomachs full, they moved on, browsing the eclectic mix of stalls. One booth showcased handmade jewelry crafted from bottle caps and scavenged metal, while another displayed intricately carved wooden figurines of brahmin, Deathclaws, and even Liberty Prime. Piper couldn't resist picking up a small carving of a Protectron, admiring the detailed work.

"This would look great on my desk back at Diamond City," she said, handing over a few caps to the vendor.

Hancock, meanwhile, was drawn to a stall selling custom-made hats. He tried on a particularly extravagant one adorned with feathers and grinned at Sico. "What do you think, chief? Too much, or just enough?"

Sico gave him a once-over, struggling to keep a straight face. "It's… definitely a statement."

Hancock laughed, putting the hat back with a flourish. "You're just jealous you can't pull it off like I can."

They continued their journey through the bazaar, stopping occasionally to chat with familiar faces. Settlers from nearby communities greeted Sico warmly, thanking him for organizing the tournament and the bazaar. The sense of community and camaraderie was palpable, and Sico couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride.

At one point, they came across a game booth where participants were trying to knock over tin cans with small, weighted balls. Hancock's eyes lit up at the challenge.

"Step aside, folks," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "Let a professional show you how it's done."

He paid the vendor and lined up his shot, his exaggerated stance drawing laughs from the small crowd that had gathered. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the ball flying—but it missed the cans entirely, bouncing harmlessly off the side of the booth.

The crowd erupted in laughter, and Hancock threw up his hands in mock despair. "Ah, rigged! It's all rigged, I tell ya!"

Piper smirked, stepping up to take her turn. "Let me show you how it's done, Hancock."

To everyone's surprise, she managed to knock over all the cans on her first try, earning a cheer from the crowd and a stuffed Yao Guai toy from the vendor. She held it up triumphantly, grinning at Hancock.

"Guess I'm the professional now," she teased.

They continued their exploration, the evening growing livelier as musicians began playing near the center of the bazaar. A group of settlers had formed a circle, clapping and dancing to the upbeat tunes of a fiddle and guitar. Sico, Hancock, and Piper paused to watch, the infectious energy of the music pulling them in.

Hancock was the first to join the dancers, his wild moves earning both applause and laughter. Piper shook her head, her arms crossed, but Sico nudged her playfully.

"Come on, Piper. It's the last night. Let loose a little."

She rolled her eyes but allowed Sico to pull her into the circle. They joined the dance, their laughter blending with the music as they moved to the rhythm. For a moment, the worries of the wasteland seemed to fade away, replaced by pure, unfiltered joy.

When the music ended, the trio found themselves breathless but grinning. They made their way to a quieter part of the bazaar, finding a bench near a stall selling steaming mugs of brahmin milk tea. Sico ordered three and handed them out, the warmth of the drinks a welcome comfort in the cool night air.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, sipping their tea and watching the bazaar wind down. The lanterns flickered gently in the breeze, and the distant hum of conversation created a soothing backdrop.

"You know," Hancock said, breaking the silence, "nights like this remind me why I stick around. It's not just about surviving—it's about moments like these. The laughter, the music, the people."

Piper nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah. It's easy to get caught up in the struggle, but this… this is what makes it all worth it."

Sico looked at his companions, a sense of gratitude swelling in his chest. "Couldn't agree more. None of this would've been possible without everyone coming together. It's a reminder of what we're fighting for."

As the night wore on, the bazaar began to quiet down. Vendors packed up their stalls, and families headed home, their children clutching toys and treats. Sico, Hancock, and Piper lingered a little longer, reluctant to let the night end.

Eventually, they made their way back to the Minutemen headquarters, the glow of the bazaar fading behind them. The streets were quieter now, the sounds of the night settling into a peaceful lull.

When they reached the headquarters, Hancock stretched and let out a contented sigh. "Well, folks, it's been a hell of a day. I'm beat."

Piper yawned, nodding in agreement. "Same here. I think I'll crash for the night."

Sico smiled at his friends. "Thanks for sticking around tonight. It meant a lot."

Hancock gave him a lazy salute. "Anytime, chief. You know where to find me."

As they parted ways, Sico stood outside for a moment, looking up at the stars. The day had been a whirlwind of activity, but it had also been a reminder of what the Commonwealth could be—a place of hope, resilience, and community. With that thought, he headed inside, ready to face whatever challenges tomorrow might bring.

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• Name: Sico

• Stats :

S: 8,44

P: 7,44

E: 8,44

C: 8,44

I: 9,44

A: 7,45

L: 7

• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills

• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint

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