Bab 90: Getting "Lucky"
Unfortunately, whether it was by its previous inhabitants or the criminals, the Hotel seemed to have been picked clean. Afton was beginning to feel a bit put out for spending so much time here, that was before he discovered something buried under a pile of trash... An underground safe.
"Karl! Come check this out." he calls, not knowing anything about how to picklock a door, let alone a safe.
The former-ranger walks over and start rubbing his beard when he sees the safe. "Hm, that looks to be a difficult one... Not much of a lockpick myself but I'll give it a go." he says, getting on the floor and placing his ear to the safe while turning the dial.
Afton didn't really know what he was doing, was he just listening for an indication of the correct point? Shaking his head, whatever it is, he wondered if he could be taught by Karl.
*Click!*
The safe door jolted slightly, releasing dust as Karl pulled it open, revealing the goodies inside. Afton crouches down and examines them... A pile of caps, some sort of modified revolver, a book... He pulls out the revolver and examines it, its a .357 revolver with a long barrel and black metal that was decorated with gold etchings, the handle of which was some sort of polished ivory, with a black clover marked on it.
On the ejector tube "Lucky" was inlaid, perhaps the name of the weapon? He used his Pipboy to check it and was surprised to see that yes, it was indeed called Lucky.
[Lucky] :
Strength req : 3
Dmg : 30
Crit dmg : 30
Crit mult : x2.5
AP : 17
Weight : 2.5
Value : 2500
This was an incredible weapon, though, his luck stat meant that it would never reach its full potential in his hands. It essentially doubled your crit chance when you used it and had a higher base damage than the usual .357 revolver, and that's not even mentioning the reduced AP cost to fire.
[.357 Revolver] :
Strenth req : 3
Dmg : 26
Crit dmg : 26
Crit mult : x1
AP : 26
Weight : 2
Value : 110
He immediately holstered it, Karl had his own .44 and didn't mind letting Afton have the gun, especially after the skill he displayed earlier. Afton was looking forward to testing his new weapon out.
They split the caps which ended up being around 200 each, and after picked up the book with some cloth... He could already tell that this was a skillbook, and didn't want to shock Karl by turning it to dust with his touch.
He put the book in his satchel and stood back up, "I don't know about you, but this weapon alone makes this all worth it."
Karl huffs, "Yeah, yeah. Let's hope our fights always turn out like this, need'ta remember one shot to the dome is all it takes."
Afton grumbles in acceptance, he knew the man was right... Atleast, he was until he got his hands on some Power Armour. Then he didn't think anyone could lay a hand on him in the wasteland, he wondered how powerful he'd be at max level, maybe he could take down the NCR on his own? He smirked at the thought.
The duo leaves the building, Afton with his new distinct weapon holstered. He was quite the figure, covered in blood and carrying a huge flame thrower, all the while a huge grin on his face.
They knocked a couple times on the casino doors and stepped inside, immediately the place went silent when the occupants saw them.
"What? No medals?" Afton jokes, vaguely recalling the scene in Starwars.
...
"Best you put down that weapon son, seems like they're about to piss themselves." Karl says, causing Afton to drop the heavy flame thrower on the floor with a loud *Clank!*.
Johnson walks up to them from the group with Beagle at his side, "So, you two're still alive huh?"
Afton raises a brow, "You say that like its a bad thing." he states, beginning to get irritated by the old man's attitude.
Johnson shakes his head and extend a hand, "No, just surprised is all... I'd like to thank you on behalf of us all for what you've done today... Didn't think it was possible until Deputy Beagle told us what went down... I have to ask, did you really take down the whole group with just a revolver?"
...
Afton can't help but snort, he breaks into laughter upon hearing this, figures Beagle would lie through he teeth about them to get in their good books. Or maybe he just had no clue on what actually went down? He continues to laugh for a moment before wiping his eye with a finger, "Sorry, just didn't expect to hear that."
"Hm, yeah, Deputy Beagle told us all about how you three valiantly fought them off. How Beagle managed to escape his capture just as you arrived." Johnson continues.
...
Both Afton and Karl send a glance to Beagle who sheepishly looks away, clearly he was trying to save his reputation. If people heard the coward had to be threatened to stay and fight with them he'd be tossed outta town like a sick stray.
"Well, you guys are free to do whatever you want now, I'd suggest staying here while the NCR removes the traps and mines the cons had placed around the town, but if you don't mind losing limbs then go ahead... by the way, anyone here a trader?" he asks, a woman in the back nodding.
"I'll sell you this and all its ammo for 300 caps." Afton states while gesturing towards the Incinerator... It wasn't in its best condition and due to the rarity of the ammunition and difficulty of use, most couldn't even use it.
The woman quickly nods and scrambles to get the caps together, she must've thought this was an amazing deal. Sure, she was getting a small discount on behalf of the fact he wanted to immediately get moving, but he doubted she'd be able to sell it off anywhere... Especially with how heavy and unwieldy it was to carry.
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Bab 91: Sheriff outta town
Afton doesn't decide to offload the rest of the loot, instead electing to try and sell it off at the Mojave Outpost, he'd likely get better prices there than here. "Hope you guys don't mind but, we're going to stay here the night. I need to clean this blood off of me and get some sleep." he states and no one argues with him.
He spots a nice looking couch in the corner and is about to walk over and drop unconscious atop it but is stopped by Johnson, "So Deputy Beagle, since you're back you can become the new Sheriff right?"
"W-what? No... My days in the law are finished, there's no way I'm putting another target on my back." Beagle quickly says.
"But Primm needs a Sheriff! Who'll stop another group of thugs from coming in and taking the town over?" Johnson exclaims, his happiness from earlier slowly fading.
Afton sighs, these people really were useless... But... He checks his Pipboy.
[Find Primm a new Sheriff]
... Atleast there was some EXP as a consolation he supposed. He glanced over to the robot nearby and wondered if he could reprogram it... Shaking his head, even if he did it wouldn't be able to properly defend the town, or even put up a fight against another group of criminals. "Karl, wasn't your friend Meyers a former-sheriff? Couldn't he set up shop here, wasn't like he had anywhere else to go."
Karl looks thoughtful before nodding, "I think he'd gladly take the offer." he looks to Johnson, "When you can, ask the NCR to send a message to Meyers who's currently helping out in the NCRCF. He'll be your new Sheriff."
Afton nods and prepares to fall asleep on that almost irresistable looking couche when time stops just as he's about to reach it... "Fuck!"
[WELCOME TO LEVEL 8]
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Seems like he'd completed the quest by suggesting Meyers, he'd have thought that maybe the man would have to arrive, but he must've been wrong in that assumption. Whatever the case, he was now given the choice of what to do wit his new skillpoints.
He'd already maxed out Guns and gotten [John Wick Style] from it, so he was curious to see what maxing Speech would do. He put all his points into Speech and raised it to 59.
Next, he was presented with the new Perks he could potentially take.
[Quick Draw] : Makes weapon equipping and holstering 50% faster. This looked rather useless, and if he were playing Fallout he'd not give it a second look... But, in a world were one bullet could mean death, being able to draw as quickly as possible would be as big a boon as a damage increase perk.
[Stonewall] : +5 DT against melee and unarmed attacks and cannot be knocked down during combat. The 5DT was negligible, but being immune to getting knocked down would be ridiculously powerful in the real world.
[Strongback] : +50 Carry Weight. If he had an inventory system then sure, this would be useful... As of now he has to manually carry everything, which makes taking rediculous amounts of weight impossible to take.
These three were the only new Perks he could take, the choice was between the first two as both could potentially be incredible... In the end he decided to take [Stonewall], he imagined a scenario where someone slammed a sledgehammer into his chest and are surprised to see him take it as if it were nothing...
He selected it and confirmed, causing time to start again and allowing him to drop into the couch, passing out almost immediately as he hit its cushions.
The next day he was shaken awake by Karl, he had no idea how long he'd slept but it felt like only a couple hours judging by how tired he was. He waved his hand at the man, mumbling "Five more minutes".
Karl didn't seem to listen to him and slapped him on the cheek, the sudden pain caused Afton's eyes to shoot open, unfortunately awakening him completely.
"Bro... Couldn't you just let me sleep a little longer? It's not like we haven't got time."
Karl shook his head, "The NCR worked through the night and removed the mines, let's get going... They have a bar at the Mojave Outpost, drinks are on me." he states, adjusting his Stenton and walking away, "I'll wait outside."
Afton rubs his eyes and only now realises he'd never cleaned the blood covering him, it'd begun to smell and had completely coagulated... This fortunately made it slightly easier to wipe off, but the stains to the leather were rather noticeable.
He didn't use any water to clean himself, instead just using a dry cloth that he'd occasionally spit on to remove any annoyingly resistant stains.
In the end Afton stood, still with small bloodstains on the leather of his recon armour. The holsters on his hips held Lucky on the right, and his other 357 revolver on the left, along with Eddie's plasma pistol.
On the makeshift badoleer on the front he had the laser pistol and sawed-off shotgun attached to it... His deathclaw leather satchel had many mines, medicine and other supplies held within it. To be honest, if anyone searched him they'd assume he was going to war...
He received grateful nods as he exited the casino, spotting Karl with the huge backpack filled with all the Guns they'd stolen from the criminals. "You alright carrying that Karl? We could split it some." he says.
Karl shakes his head, "This was a typical day back in the rangers, I'll manage. Let's get moving, I wanna reach the Outpost before nightfall." he says, walking towards the NCR outpost. The place had soldiers milling all over the place, crates and other things were slowly being filled with various supplies. Seems like the NCR have no reason to stay here any longer, and were moving shop.
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