Bab 334: Mojave road, take me home, to the place~
*CRACK!*
The Mojave's quiet morning is interrupted as a bolt of lightning erupts from the sky and hits the floor next to a large metal device buried in the ground. The impact of which raises a small cloud of dust which obscures a small area for a moment... Once the wind clears it, however, two figures could now be seen standing there.
One was waist height and standing on all fours. Their dog lulled out of their mouth as they panted in excitement at the new sights before them. The half-robotic amalgamation whines slightly and looks up to the other figure, as if awaiting orders.
The person standing next to the Cyberdog is 6.1ft, with black hair and incredibly pale skin, especially for the desert sun. Though, small black veins could be seen on the outskirts of their eyes, as if replacing the wrinkles that would be there on an older gentleman.
They were garbed in a black and white armoured suit that covered the entirety of their body of the next down. Though, the thing that drew the most attention was the veritable armoury they were currently holding. Pistols, energy weapons, knives, a rifle. A regular man would stumble under the weight of it all, but not them.
Afton clicks his neck and rolls his shoulders, the long-distance teleportation having given him the urge to make sure everything was still attached. He was back in the Mojave, in a place he barely recognised as the spot he should have died in. Over some distance away, he could see his bike, Dirt-Bird waiting patiently for him to return. "I'm back." he mutters, but his reverie doesn't last long before Nyx's voice interrupts him.
"Movement detected 200 feet away." she states, allowing he voice to be heard by Dog-meat who seems to understand.
Afton glances towards it and notices that a few Rad-Scorpions had set up shop nearby. Not wasting any time, he unconsciously draws his Sonic Emitter and fires a single clean shot at the nearest one, allowing his [Meltdown] Perk to activate and obliterate it and its kin in a large green explosion.
"Enemy neutralised... Good job!"
He holsters the weapon and glances at Dog-meat to make sure it couldn't smell any other threats. Once certain the area was clear, he looks at his Pipboy and checks the map. "Well, better get back to Camp McCarren and see what the guys have been up to.
He strides over to Dirt-Bird, wiping the dust and sand that'd collected on it before clicking his fingers and gesturing inside. Dog-meat climbs up and deposits himself in the Sidecar as if it was natural.
Once he's sitting in the drivers seat, he takes one last glance at his Pipboy to check that everything was in order.
Afton Parker
Title : [Executioner of the Wastes], [Free Sheriff], [Fiend's Fiend], [Goliath]
Level : 46
S.P.E.C.I.A.L :
Strength : 11
Perception : 9
Endurance : 8
Charisma : 4
Intelligence : 6
Agility : 10
Luck : 4
Skills :
Barter : 21
Energy Weapons : 100
Explosives : 100
Guns : 100
Lockpick : 29
Medicine : 100
Melee Weapons : 100
Repair : 100
Science : 100
Sneak : 100
Speech : 100
Survival : 100
Unarmed : 100
Mutations :
[Beauveria mordicana symbioticca] : A mutated strain of a very deadly and infectious fungus. Makes possessor immune to all diseases and poisons, grants +1 End, grants regenerative abilities.
[Beauveria mordicana armamini] : Your right arm has regrown and become stronger than before! +4 DT against damage dealt towards the arm and +20% resistance against being crippled.
Perks :
[Trigger Discipline], [Heavy Handed], [Rapid Reload], [Torture Techniques], [Educated], [John Wick Style], [Toughness], [Stonewall], [Sniper], [Bug Stomper], [Lord Death v3], [Spies Guise], [Quick Draw], [Adamantium Skeleton], [Ranger Tactics], [Ranger Targeting], [Ranger Awareness], [Mechanicus], [Jury Rigging], [SuperHot Block], [Solar Powered], [Miracle Maker], [Unnerving Presence], [Living Anatomy], [Agility Implant], [Masterful Movement], [Blur], [Uncivilized Weapon], [Rad Absorbtion], [Tough Guy], [Nuclear Friendly], [Explorer], [Eureka!], [Atomic!], [Grit], [Alertness], [Abominable v3], [Fight the Power!], [Tremble before me!], [Meltdown], [Explooo-sion!], [Lady Killer], [Big Brained], [Reinforced Spine], [Implant M-5], [Implant C-13], [Impant Y-7], [Cure for the Curious]
Companion Perks :
[Old Wisdom]
[Spotter]
[Persistent Escapee]
He grins at his status and just how far he'd come since leaving the bunker. Speaking of which, he still needed to repair the air filtration system, didn't he... Just one part to go too. Idly, he wonders if he could just get Glados and the scientists to create a part. Or whether or not Vault tec would sabotage any other tech from working with their own.
Other than that, he still needed to visit Helios, Assassinate a fat Major in New Vegas, Rescue Karl's kid from the Legion, Find Veronica, Rescue Christine, and see if Doctor Usanagi would be willing to cough up some more implants. He glances down at his full pouch of caps that currently contained around twenty-thousand. Yeah, she probably would.
As to how he got so much money? Well. Despite the Think Tank having no idea what 'caps' were, Mobius configured most of the machinery to work based on it. So, with Glados now in control of everything, getting the commissary to spit out all available caps wasn't difficult...
Though, now that he thinks about it, he does have another problem... Dirt-Bird simply wasn't big enough to carry everyone anymore. With the addition of Anja and Dog-meat, there simply wasn't enough space...
"I guess it might be time to visit Novac again soon. I wonder how Daisy's getting on?" he mutters to himself.
He flips up the kickstand and starting the engine, quickly accelerating through the rough wasteland terrain until he reaches the road. Afterwards its smooth driving from there to Camp McCarren.
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
Niggross
Niggross Hope you guys like the chap, if I missed anything please let me know. Thanks!
If you like my content or want to read ahead please go to https://www.p.atreon.com/Nagross, I'd appreciate it.
Bab 335: Doctor's doctored fate
Dr. Hildern was not having a good time of it... His recent attempt on a certain bounty hunter's life had proved disastrous the more time goes on. At first, it wasn't all that bad, but when the inquiries on certain NCR soldiers that should have been under his indirect control came in, he knew he was in trouble.
He was only able to gather the men needed for the capture or assassination of Afton Parker due to the people in the Office of science and industry taking an interest in his findings... However, now that he has nothing to show for their efforts and the lives lost, the blame would be squarely on him.
And that is exactly what'd happened. Of course, he had plans to escape before anyone could get a hold on him, but when the pet ghoul of the bounty hunter returned and reported that they'd been attacked by NCR soldiers, the higher management immediately awoke from their slumber.
He was restricted to his lab and occasionally the outer terminal while everything was made known. And before he knew it, his 'friends' and colleagues had given him up like a sacrificial lamb. His crimes were as such; conspiracy to commit murder, misappropriating military resources, attempted unauthorized human experimentation, breach of patient confidentiality, and manslaughter.
Yeah, he was pretty fucked. His career was over, his friends abandoned him, the NCR hates him... He'd thought it was all over when a sudden explosion shook Camp McCarren... By the shouts of the soldiers outside of his office, he could tell that someone had somehow planted a bomb on the Monorail.
This was bad news... For the NCR at least. Without the Monorail, getting supplies, troops, and other vital resources would be an even larger task than before. Most NCR men returned from their New Vegas spending sprees via the Monorail, but now with it gone they'd be forced to circle around via the Freeside exits...
That might not have been that bad a few months ago when the Kings finally allied with the NCR, but after a terrorist attack that killed the commander responsible for such a relationship, along with a huge swath of NCR refugee's. Tensions had risen again.
Hildern was shaken from his thoughts as a heavy figure barreled through his office's door. They wore the typical NCR armour, but judging by the accents and baret he wore, their rank was a Commander of some sort. Regardless, the look in the man's eyes made him realise just how much danger he was in, "Please don't hurt me! I didn't do it! I was in here the entire time!"
...
Hildern looks up and stops shielding his eyes after not dying, immediately spotting the sadistic grin on the man's face.
"I know you didn't do it, here, take this. Try to escape while shit's going down, it's the only chance you got... I heard they were planning on executing you via firing squad." the man says, handing over a standard-issue service rifle that seemed to have a blood spatter on it already?
Hildern quickly nods though, by the sound of it, he was going to die if he stayed here any longer. Especially if they think he bombed the Monorail. He quickly got to his feet and charges outside the office, not noticing the Commander behind him drawing his revolver.
As Hildern was running for the terminal doors, he was noticed by many other NCR soldiers who were attempting to reinforce the area to find the person responsible for the disaster before them
"HALT! GET HIM!" they all roar, pointing their weapons at Hildern, who in response, turns and starts randomly firing around him.
Obviously, his untrained and haphazard aim doesn't hit anyone, but does attract everyone else's attention.
Commander Curtis sprints towards him with his revolver, shooting Hildern in the chest and causing him to collapse to the floor in a whimper.
Hildern looks over to the man who'd shot him and his eyes widen, "W-why?" he asks the man who he thought had wanted to help him escape.
Curtis stands over him, examining his wound to see if it was fatal or not. Upon seeing it was just a punctured lung he kicked the man from his side onto his back, pressing down on him with his foot. "Damn traitor! HOW DARE YOU BOMB THE MONORAIL!" he roars.
"WHAT!?-" *BANG!*
Hildern isn't able to question what was happening any further as a bullet buries itself into his cranium. The surrounding NCR soldiers look at this with glee, regret, and anger.
Captain Curtis had just executed an injured man... Sure, he was still wielding a service rifle, but was it really justified? Especially when they could have interrogated the prisoner. Unfortunately, despite it all, Captain Curtis was let off with a slap on the wrist.
Those who needed to know were told that it was a highly emotional situation, and the threat wasn't yet dealt with. Curtis doesn't even see a drop in his rank, in fact, he was closer than ever to a promotion.
The camp held a small ceremony for the one man who'd apparently been murdered by Hildern. The scientist having stolen his Service Rifle and beaten them to death with it. Something none could imagine the frail doctor doing, but knew in their hearts he was the perpetrator.
Of course, there were those who still wished to ask questions. But they were either too low a rank to have any pull, or were unable to sway everyone from the apparent scapegoat they'd found. Hildern was just such a hated figure, that persuading someone that something else might be going on was impossible.
These people found solace in airing their suspicions to the various bounty hunters stationed near the Fiend encampment however, but it wasn't like they could do anything... Right?
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA
Niggross
Niggross
Hope you bois liked the chap, if I missed anything please let me know. Thanks!
Status Power Mingguan
200+ Peringkat
Power 
9 Power
stone 
Komentar Paragraf