Capítulo 299: Meanwhile...
Meanwhile :
Karl and Anja were helping a large squadron of NCR soldiers dig a large trench not too far away from the Fiend's base, the Vault that they'd managed to steal for themselves. Boone was nearby, watching the Fiend's base through his Anti-Material rifle's scope.
Due to the Fiends lack of manpower and fear of another nuclear attack, they'd been hiding within the Vault until now. But the NCR knew it was only a matter of time before they tried to leave and fight their way out.
It's for this reason that Major Dhatri asked a few mercenaries to assist in this. And who better than the people who were responsible for the Fiend's downfall in the first place. Of course, he was a little perturbed at Afton's absence, but knew Boone and Karl were strong and efficient fighters regardless.
Anja heaves as she shovels another heap of dirt away, she'd be sweating were her pours not all rotten or cancerous to the point of redundancy. "Hah, hah... Maybe I shouldn't have accepted sir's offer..." She mutters, not liking the manual labour at all.
Karl chuckles but continues the work, "Don't scoff at some exercise... Just consider it exercise." he states.
"Ha! Exercise? More like torture! We're not elite military forces, so why do you drill me like one?" Anja asks.
"Because Afton'd be disappointed if you'd gotten no better from when he'd left." Karl says as he tosses another heap of dirt over his shoulder.
Anja has to bite her lip to stop from retorting, she hadn't heard from Afton ever since he'd left, and she was more or less sure he'd perished already... Karl and Boone seemed certain that he was still alive and kicking for some reason, but they hadn't seen the state he was in.
She'd told them what she thought, that Afton was probably face down in a ditch spreading the spores, or a pile of ashes after incinerating himself. Did they know something she didn't? She shakes her head, whatever it was, it wouldn't be enough to save him.
*BANG!!*
A gunshot echoes through the air, and everyone turns towards Boone who's barrel was smoking, he reloads before haphazardly gesturing towards the base where starving-looking Fiends seemed to be running out of their base.
Quickly, everyone threw themselves into the trench, readying their weapons as the Fiends opened fire on them. Of course, under the barrage of NCR soldiers, those unfortunate few didn't last all that long, their corpses riddled with holes before they even hit the floor.
Karl and Boone knew that those were just the 'sacrifices', to see if the NCR had set anything up while the Fiends were hiding. He knew they'd be forced to keep hiding, or commit to an all-out attack to finally escape the prison they'd inadvertently trapped themselves.
Boone sighs, "Well, keep digging, who knows when the next attack'll be." he mutters, still eyeing the exit through his scope.
Anja sighs and continues digging, wondering if this mercenary business was worth the effort...
Elsewhere :
"We can't expect god to do all the work." a man covered in bandages growls out as Tamia and Veronica leave the cave he was dwelling. The duo had just met the burned man, otherwise known as Joshua Graham, the man was currently in charge of the Dead Horses Tribe. And was basically the only one holding it from complete destruction via the White Legs.
He'd just explained to Tamia and Veronica that they were all in the same position. Under attack from the White Legs with no foreseeable recourse... Aside from working together to rid the threat from the lands of Zion.
The duo leaves the cave and walks past the many Dead Horse Tribesman who unabashedly stare at them as if they were some theme park attraction. "Think we should trust him?" Veronica asks, not knowing if what he'd said about the White Legs were true or not, even despite the fact the caravan had been ambushed by them.
Tamia just nods, "I do, we don't have many other choices I'm afraid... This 'Daniel' person he was speaking about is one of the only ones who actually knows the way out of Zion and back to the Mojave. I don't care if they ask us to burn everything belonging to the White Legs to the ground, we'll do as told and find our way back." she states.
"And if they ask us to butcher the men, women, and children in the White Legs?" Veronica asks tentatively.
Tamia's expression hardens, "Then we'll do as we must. From what Joshua said, they only need to reduce the White Legs ability to fight, I don't think killing the vulnerable counts... But even if it did, it's not like we can refuse."
"I know, but... I don't know if I could bring myself to do something like that..." Veronica mutters.
Tamia stops mid-step and sighs, "Look, you don't have to do anything you aren't willing to do. I will pick up your slack if need be, but we must get back to the Mojave..." she rubs his temples, "That piece of shit Benny is still living it up in New Vegas... That, and the more time we stay here, the worse this feeling of 'Deja Vu' is getting."
"Do you need a break? I'm not a doctor but I know a few things." Veronica asks warily.
Tamia shakes her head, "No. Come on, we still need to find those supplies Joshua asked for..." she smirks slightly, "Still, it's kind of funny that their whole tribe is scared to go inside any pre-war buildings."
Veronica shrugs, "It might be wise, I've seen my fair share of traps, and deadly mutated creatures setting up shop in those sorts of places."
"Don't forget the valuable loot." Tamia adds.
"And technology." Veronica continues.
"Fancylad Snackcakes."
"Weapons."
"Magazines."
"Robots."
The duo continues listing off things as they walk, the tense atmosphere seemingly dissipating as they jovially converse.
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Capítulo 300: Stalking Stalkers
Afton groggily wakes up to the tunes of jazz that Jefferson seemed to be playing. He rolls over and falls out of bed, just notifications flash past his eyes.
[WELCOME TO LEVEL 41!]
[WELCOME TO LEVEL 42!]
Afton sighs as he's locked in place, unable to move and wipes the sleep from his eyes due to the sudden level up. He glances at the 30 Skill Points he'd received and looks at his Explosives Skill that is currently at 99... Shrugging, he adds one additional point in it to max it out.
[Explosives Skill Maxed! Perk Granted : Explooo-sion!]
[Explooo-sion!] : Take 80% less damage from your own explosions and 40% less from all other sources.
Afton raises a brow at the funnily dressed 'Witch-Vault Boy' That'd popped up, but ignores it and focuses on the perk he'd received. It almost made him immune to explosions he created, which would be a boon if he continued to use explosives like his Sonic Emitter and [Meltdown] Perk.
Still, he wouldn't be launching nukes at his feet anytime soon as he suspected he'd still be vaporized. He was very happy with the 40% resistance against other people's explosive weapons though, that may allow him to take a few extra hits without instantly dying... Something that was quite useful.
Hm, he still had 29 Skill Points left to deposit, and Afton wasn't all that sure what he wanted to use them on... The only available options he actually had left were Barter, Lockpick, and Survival.
He wasn't all that interested in Barter of Lockpick, so Survival would be the best choice. Plus, he might need it in future when Tanning certain creatures pelts. Sure he could try and figure it out via his Repair and Science skills, but why waste the time when he could just level this.
Afton boosts up Survival to 59 points and focuses on the available Perks.
[Certified Tech] :+25% critical hit chance against robots, 85% chance of finding an extra crafting component on destroyed robots.
Yeah... Afton wasn't surprised to see only one new option available. The Perk itself wasn't all that great, aside from the potential ways to abuse it... He could create a robot designed to be destroyed, break it to find the bonus material, and then repair it via his [Mechanicus] Perk, essentially granting him infinite materials.
Of course, this was all hinging on whether or not he'd be able to loot his own robots, which Afton wasn't all that certain on. Shaking his head, he looks back to a Perk he'd been ignoring since he started leveling.
[Lady Killer] : +10% damage to the opposite sex and unique dialogue options with the opposite sex. Yeah, it was either this or getting [Intense Training] to boost Perception or Endurance.
"No, I've left it long enough... COME TO ME, MY YOOOUTH!" he mentally exclaims while selecting it.
...
Yeah, he doesn't feel all that different. Time resumes and Afton finally hits the floor beside his bed. "Jefferson! Turn the volume down for god's sake!"
"Heh! Heh! What was that, son? I can't hear you over these tunes!" the personalities voice echoes through the door. Before the music abruptly turns off.
"My sincerest apologies, sir. I had been cataloguing more of the commissary and had not noticed the racket. Rest assured, it will not happen again..." Alfred's voice says over the intercom system.
Afton grumbles and collects his gear, walking into the hub room to collect Nyx where he'd left her... He wanted her to get acquainted with Alfred so he'd left her in his company for the night.
"User! Alfred has never sneaked before! Something must be done!" Nyx exclaims as he approaches.
"As I said before, I simply lack the capability to 'sneak' as it were. If you pushed the meaning of the word, however, you could say I am always 'sneaking', as my duties to the Sink at times force me to remain unseen." Alfred explains.
Afton just shakes his head and equips the Stealth suit, ignoring Nyx's surprised exclamation at Alfred's words. He chews on some-sort of power bar as he exits the dome. Checking his Pipboy for the location of the X-8 facility, his destination.
He remembered Borous words yesterday and knew he'd need to find the Kennel once there, other than that. He'd first be checking around the facility for Robo-Scorpions, since this is the last technology he needed to gather to... do whatever the Think Tank intended to do...
He had thought the journey would be fairly easy, avoiding Lobotoimites was easy enough, even if they were in large groups. But strangely, all Lobotomites he'd seen tried to avoid the East side of the dome... The reason for this? Why, the huge packs of Night Stalkers roaming around the area.
With Nyx's help he'd avoided most, but he had been forced to fight a few groups. The closer he got to the X-8 facility, the more Night Stalkers he encountered. It was only after dispatching the third group of them that he noticed where they were coming from... A large building called the Z-9 Crotalus DNA preservation lab.
Afton was tempted to see what was inside, but thought better considering how many Night Stalkers he'd encountered thus far... No, instead, he found a group or two and cut off their limbs, tossing the bodies around the facility.
Once enough were gathered, he drew the Sonic Emitter and fired a round while activating [Meltdown]... The subsequent explosion was humongous, every Night Stalker caught in it just adding fuel to the chain reaction.
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
The ground shook as a small mushroom cloud formed above the facility... Or at least, what was left of the facility. Whatever had been living in there was undoubtedly dead, as the only thing that remained was a huge crater.
Afton claps off his hands after reholstering the Sonic Emitter. "A job well done."
"That wasn't sneaky at all" Nyx complains, but he ignores her. Instead, looking at his Pipboy and smirking slightly as he noticed that the Z-9 Crotalus DNA preservation lab was no longer displayed on the map.
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