Chapitre 261: 238. The Safari Adventure PT.2
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Sico fired a series of precise shots, each one finding its mark. The gatorclaw staggered, blood oozing from its wounds. Robert and MacCready joined in, their combined firepower overwhelming the creature. They know that they has to defeat this creature, otherwise they will be kill and eaten by it.
Within moments, both gatorclaws lay motionless, their massive bodies sprawled across the visitor center floor.
"Well, that was a warm welcome," Hancock quipped, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Everyone alright?" Sico asked, scanning his team.
"All good here," MacCready confirmed, lowering his rifle.
"Let's keep moving," Sico said. "We need to find that replicator."
They continued through the building, navigating the maze of hallways and rooms until they found a reinforced door marked "Nuka-Gen Replication Facility."
As they continued through the building, navigating the maze of hallways and rooms, they eventually found a reinforced door marked "Nuka-Gen Replication Facility."
Sico tried to open the door, but it required a passcode they didn't have. "Looks like we need Dr. Hein's password to get in," Sico muttered, frustration creeping into his voice.
"We need to search the area," Hancock suggested. "There's gotta be something around here that can help us."
They spread out, searching the cluttered room for any clues. Near the door, Sico found a terminal. He powered it on and began sifting through the old logs and messages, hoping to find something useful. After a few minutes, he stumbled upon an entry that caught his attention.
"Got something," Sico announced. "It says Dr. Hein got a message by phone, posing as an employee who needed help treating an injured escaped animal at the Angry Anaconda construction site. But it was actually a person from A.F.A.D., an animal rights group. They kidnapped Dr. Hein at the Angry Anaconda."
Hancock scratched his head. "Angry Anaconda? Where the hell is that?"
Robert chimed in, "Maybe Cito knows. We should ask him."
Sico nodded. "Good idea. Let's head back and see if he can help us out."
They retraced their steps, making their way back to the Primate House where Cito was waiting with his family. When they arrived, Cito looked relieved to see them.
"Cito, we need your help," Sico said. "Do you know where the Angry Anaconda is?"
Cito's eyes widened in recognition. "Yes. Angry Anaconda is big ride. Near the treehouse. Cito knows the way."
"Great," Sico said. "Can you take us there?"
Cito nodded eagerly. "Yes. Cito show you."
With Cito leading the way, the group set off once more, making their way toward the Angry Anaconda. The path took them through dense overgrowth and past decaying structures, each step bringing them closer to their goal.
With Cito leading the way, the group set off once more, making their way toward the Angry Anaconda. The path took them through dense overgrowth and past decaying structures, each step bringing them closer to their goal.
The journey was far from peaceful. The gatorclaws seemed to sense their approach, and the group found themselves in numerous battles along the way. Each encounter was fierce, the monstrous creatures relentless in their attacks. Despite the constant threat, Sico and his team fought bravely, their coordinated efforts proving crucial in keeping the group safe.
As they neared the Angry Anaconda, the towering structure of the roller coaster construction site came into view. The massive steel framework loomed over them, its rusted tracks winding through the trees like a serpent.
"There it is," Cito said, pointing ahead. "Angry Anaconda."
"Alright, everyone," Sico said, rallying his team. "Spread out and look for any sign of Dr. Hein. We need to find his remains and that passcode."
The group dispersed, carefully searching the area. The site was a labyrinth of twisted metal and decaying machinery, making the search both challenging and dangerous. Sico moved methodically, checking each nook and cranny for any clues.
Hancock and MacCready took the west side, navigating around large, broken pieces of the coaster. Robert and Cito covered the east, keeping an eye out for any gatorclaws that might be lurking. The air was thick with tension, every shadow and noise putting them on high alert.
As the group spread out to search the area, Sico moved carefully, his eyes scanning for anything that might indicate the presence of Dr. Hein. The dense overgrowth and twisted metal made the search challenging, but he remained focused.
After several minutes of searching, Sico came across a locked trailer hidden behind some overgrown bushes. The old, rusted padlock suggested that whatever was inside had been undisturbed for a long time.
"This looks promising," Sico muttered to himself. He pulled out his lockpicking tools and set to work. After a few moments of careful manipulation, the lock clicked open.
Sico pushed the trailer door open cautiously, the hinges creaking loudly in the still air. Inside, the trailer was cluttered with old equipment and papers. But what caught his attention was a skeleton slumped against the far wall, still wearing a lab coat.
"Found him," Sico called out, stepping inside.
He approached the remains of Dr. Hein, feeling a pang of sadness for the scientist who had met such a tragic end. Sico began searching the area around the skeleton, carefully sifting through the debris. After a few moments, he checked the pockets of Dr. Hein's lab coat and found a small, folded piece of paper.
"Here it is," Sico said, unfolding the paper to reveal the passcode.
The rest of the team gathered outside the trailer as Sico emerged, holding up the passcode. "This should get us into the replication facility."
"Good job," MacCready said, relief evident in his voice. "Let's get back and shut this thing down."
With the passcode in hand, the group retraced their steps, making their way back to the Nuka-Gen Replication Facility. The journey was tense, but they managed to avoid any further encounters with gatorclaws.
When they reached the reinforced door, Sico entered the passcode into the terminal. The door unlocked with a loud clunk, and they pushed it open, ready to confront whatever lay inside.
The door led them into a dimly lit corridor that descended into the heart of the facility's research area. The walls were lined with holding cages, some still containing the skeletal remains of various creatures. A sense of foreboding hung in the air as they moved deeper into the facility.
"Stay alert," Sico warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "We don't know what's down here."
They came across a cold storage room, accessible via a nearby terminal. Sico quickly hacked into it, opening the heavy door to reveal rows of refrigerated containers. While they didn't find anything immediately useful, the cold storage served as a grim reminder of the experiments conducted in this facility.
As they continued their search, they discovered another terminal, this one belonging to Dr. Hein. Sico accessed the logs, reading aloud the scientist's notes about his daily research and the day he received the fake message that led to his kidnapping.
Next, they found Dr. McDermot's terminal. The entries were harrowing, detailing his desperate attempts to survive after the bombs fell. He had initially created the gatorclaws to repel the raiders of Nuka-World, but the creatures had proven uncontrollable. The final entries revealed his horror as the replicator spun out of control, producing gatorclaws at an alarming rate.
"We need to shut this thing down, now," Sico said, determination hardening his features.
Just as he finished speaking, a guttural growl echoed through the facility. A gatorclaw, larger and more vicious than any they'd seen before, emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with feral intensity.
"Incoming!" Hancock shouted, raising his rifle.
The team sprang into action, their weapons trained on the monstrous creature. The gatorclaw charged, its claws tearing through the air as it lunged at Sico. He rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a fatal swipe, and fired a burst from his rifle, the bullets impacting the gatorclaw's thick hide.
MacCready and Robert flanked the beast, their combined firepower peppering it from both sides. Hancock took aim at its head, squeezing off shot after shot. Despite their efforts, the gatorclaw seemed relentless, its roars filling the narrow corridor.
"Keep at it!" Sico shouted, reloading his rifle with practiced speed.
The battle was intense, the confined space amplifying every sound. The gatorclaw's movements were swift and deadly, but Sico and his team fought with precision and teamwork. Gradually, their coordinated attacks began to take their toll on the beast.
With one final, thunderous roar, the gatorclaw collapsed, its massive body hitting the ground with a resounding thud.
"Everyone okay?" Sico asked, breathing heavily.
"All good," Hancock replied, checking his ammunition.
"Let's find that replicator and finish this," Sico said.
Beyond the research area, they found themselves in a partially flooded chamber. The Nuka-Gen Replication Facility loomed ahead, its ominous machinery humming with a foreboding energy. The floor was slick with water, making every step treacherous.
In the center of the room stood the Nuka-Gen replication machine, an intricate mass of cables, gears, and flashing lights. Beside it was a terminal that controlled the device. But what caught their attention were the two gatorclaws prowling near the machinery—one was an albino gatorclaw, its pale scales standing out starkly against the dark surroundings, and the other a standard gatorclaw, equally menacing.
"Two more," Sico muttered, gripping his rifle tightly. "And one of them looks even tougher."
"We take them down the same way," MacCready said, readying his weapon. "Focus on the albino first. It's likely more dangerous."
"Spread out and take positions," Sico ordered, his voice steady despite the tension.
Hancock, MacCready, and Robert moved into flanking positions, using the machinery and debris as cover. Sico signaled the attack, and they opened fire simultaneously.
The albino gatorclaw roared, its pale eyes glowing with fury as it charged towards them. Bullets tore into its hide, but it kept coming, relentless in its attack. The standard gatorclaw followed suit, adding to the chaos.
Sico fired at the albino gatorclaw, aiming for its head. The creature staggered but did not fall. Hancock and MacCready focused their fire, their combined efforts chipping away at the beast's resilience. Robert took shots at the standard gatorclaw, trying to keep it at bay.
The albino gatorclaw lunged at Hancock, its massive claws swiping dangerously close. Hancock dodged and fired point-blank into its face, the bullets finally bringing it down. It collapsed with a guttural roar, its body splashing into the flooded floor.
With the albino gatorclaw defeated, the team turned their full attention to the standard one. Weakened by Robert's earlier shots, it didn't last long against their concentrated firepower. Within moments, it too lay dead, the room falling into a heavy silence.
"Everyone okay?" Sico asked, his voice echoing slightly in the cavernous chamber.
"Yeah, I'm good," Hancock replied, wiping sweat from his brow. "Let's shut this thing down before more show up."
Sico approached the terminal beside the replication machine. He entered the passcode they had found and navigated through the system's controls. The machine shuddered as he initiated the shutdown sequence, its lights dimming and machinery grinding to a halt.
"It's done," Sico said, relief evident in his voice. "No more gatorclaws."
With the Nuka-Gen replication machine shut down and the immediate threat neutralized, Sico took a moment to catch his breath. He glanced back at the terminal, curiosity piqued by the numerous options and data entries.
"Let's see what else is on here," Sico murmured, navigating through the system's files.
As he scrolled through the options, one particular entry caught his eye: the ability to replicate a creature labeled as a "Gazelle." Intrigued, Sico selected it and began reading the detailed description.
The terminal explained that the gazelle was a mutated version of the pre-War animal of the same name. After two centuries of exposure to radiation, the gazelle had evolved dramatically. It now had one additional head and two extra legs, similar to the radstags found in other parts of the wasteland. These additional legs were too short to touch the ground, and their eyes, if any, were not visible. Despite their grotesque appearance, the gazelles were herbivores, fleeing from threats rather than attacking.
"Huh, that's interesting," Sico said, turning to the rest of the team. "This terminal says we can replicate a creature called a gazelle. They're mutated, but they're herbivores. Could be useful."
Hancock raised an eyebrow. "Useful how?"
Sico considered the implications. "Well, think about it. If we can replicate these animals, we could potentially use them for food. Their meat could be a valuable resource, especially if it's safe to eat. We could sell it or trade it, make a decent profit."
Robert nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. A steady supply of meat could help a lot of settlements, not to mention the caps we could make."
MacCready added, "But we'd need to be careful. If people find out we're using a pre-War replicator, there might be trouble. Not everyone trusts this kind of tech."
Sico agreed. "True. We'd need to handle it discreetly, maybe start small and see how it goes. But it's an option worth considering."
They spent a few more minutes discussing the potential benefits and risks. Ultimately, Sico decided to replicate a few gazelles to test the waters. He activated the terminal and initiated the replication process. The machine hummed to life, and moments later, three gazelles appeared in a containment pen beside the machine.
The creatures looked exactly as described, with their strange additional heads and legs. Despite their odd appearance, they seemed docile, grazing peacefully on the sparse vegetation in the pen.
"Well, there they are," Sico said, watching the gazelles. "Let's see if we can make something good out of this."
The team gathered the necessary data and decided to return to Cito and his family. They had accomplished their primary mission, but now they had a potential new venture to explore. The gazelles could represent a new opportunity for survival and prosperity in the harsh wasteland, if they played their cards right.
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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
• Active Quest: -
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