After speaking briefly with the scientists about Bulwark's new standard medium and light armour that's in the works, he leaves and decides to check on things around Big Mountain. Karl was still spending quality time with his family, and Josie was slobbering all over the various technologies around the place... He even swore he saw her riding around on the back of a Robo-Scorpion the other day... Or maybe hallucinating...?
The only thing that perturbed him slightly is the fact he hadn't seen much of Boone... The man would always get up early in the morning, go somewhere, and then come back with dark circles around his eyes and smelling heavily of gunpowder.
Obviously, he was at the firing range, but Afton wasn't sure what brought on this new bout of determination and obsessive training... He shrugs to himself, perhaps it was time to find out what was bothering his companion.
As he approaches the Firing Range he'd greeted by the sound of gunfire from various weapons. Inside he spots Boone standing where Tamia had been weeks ago, he was currently firing his Hunting Rifle at a target around 800 yards away.
To most, this would be an incredibly difficult shot, but for Boone, it seemed relatively easy... Once he'd emptied his clip he drops the rifle and pulls out a .44 Revolver and continues firing at the same target. Most shots hit despite him now using a pistol, Afton knew how difficult such a shot was, especially since his Perception and Agility was so high.
It was an almost superhuman feat, but Boone was doing it fairly easily...
"Yo." Afton greets after the revolver clicks, indicating its lack of bullets.
Boone glances over and nods at him, "Need somethin'?"
Afton shakes his head, "Personally? No... You on the other hand have been training non-stop for weeks now... I'll return the question, do you need something?"
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"No. I just need to be better than I am, faster, stronger, better." he states while reloading his weapons with such dexterity Afton wondered if he had the [Rapid Reload] Perk.
"So something is bothering you." Afton challenges, wondering if Boone would be willing to talk about it... The man was a tough nut to crack, rarely showing emotion. To be honest, the only real smile he'd seen Boone give is at Karl's survival, and while killing Legionaries.
Boone halts halfway through reloading the Revolver before nodding, "It's been a while since I was in the 1st Recon, I try not to think about it too much or the days sometimes slip by me... Manny either wasn't bothered or drank enough that it didn't matter, but I can't forget the people we lost and the things we did... I want to say I've moved past it, but. What happened with Karl made me feel like I was straight back in Bittersprings."
Afton raises a brow but doesn't interrupt the man, allowing him to air his grievances.
Boone finishing reloading his weapons and starts firing again, unloading all the bullets in his rifle before turning to Afton again, "I had a buddy called Isaac, funny guy, liked food despite the shit we had to eat in the unit, made it his duty to hunt animals to give the unit some variety, dreamt of buying a farm and living peacefully with a wife and family... He was my spotter before Manny." he releases a long sigh.
"We were in a firefight for some reason I can't remember... Bullets were so loud I could barely hear myself think, let alone Isaac spotting for me... Which is why I had no idea when some guys had snuck up on us and shot Isaac through the neck... I manage to deal with them while taking minimal injuries, but Isaac was fucked. I tried to save him but..." he trails off and shakes his head with a look of determination, "The shit that happened to Karl wouldn't have happened if I was better. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Ever." he states.
Afton slowly nods after listening to the story, he could understand Boone's feelings... Kind of. He was sure the Sniper had some sort of PTSD, but that was common in the wasteland so no one really bothered to pay attention to it.
"If you want to get stronger, I think practising something you've already mastered is rather inefficient... Why not try working gadgets into your abilities, if you had some Flashbangs you might've been able to blind those guys with Grenade Launcher for a moment." he says.
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Boone puts down his Hunting Rifle and nods, "I think... You may be right." he admits, having not seen any drastic improvements to his shooting for many years.
"I'd also like you to get fitted with the weaponry we'll be producing in the future... What would you say to testing a Railgun?" he asks.
The project that he was speaking about was basically Bulwark's take on the Brotherhood of Steel's Gauss Rifles... Gauss Rifles were meant to be an 'All-Purpose' weapon, thus they weren't as powerful as they potentially could be.
The Railgun Afton and the scientists were trying to create were significantly larger, with a much, much longer barrel so the projectile could pick up more speed. This weapon would be excellent for Boone as it'd essentially be a super sniper, putting even the Anti-Material rifle to shame.
Boone slowly nods, "If it shoots well then sign me up."
Afton grins, "Good. I'll have the scientists get to work on supportive tools, though, that'll have to wait until we get Karl's prosthetics properly fixed up... I think he'll like what we come up with."
Boone raises a brow, "Guns?"
Afton nods, "Big guns."
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For Tamia and the gang in Nellis Airfield, time was quickly passing by. They'd been making good progress getting acquainted with the locals. Though, the jobs they did were incredibly diverse... From teaching children, to clearing out Giant Ant infested areas, to updating the Boomer's maps to be accurate with the current climate.
Veronica seemed to be enjoying herself, but Anja was looking a little exhausted. The fact they had to behave well at all moments as well as assisting the Boomers with anything they might need had the Ghoul and Tamia both exhausted.
That said, they had met some good people while they were here...
Raquel, the master-at-arms that controls the Boomers' supplies and armaments. She'd been a bitch at first but had lightened up considerably once she'd gotten to know them... That said, the way she and Veronica flirted with one another was kinda weird. They'd insult one another until someone couldn't think of a slur and then laugh about it afterwards... Very peculiar.
Argyll, the doctor in charge of all the injured and overall health of the locals. He was an angel in dirty old-man form... Honestly, Tamia couldn't remember someone as kind-hearted at this man, willing to risk his own health for the betterment of everyone else. Tamia wished she could have helped him herself, but luckily Veronica knew enough about medicine to assist in the strange sickness that'd slowly been spreading. Argyll's face was kinda funny when we all realised the sickness was Scurvy, their limited diet and lack of vitamins having led to it.
Loyal, the chief mechanic and certified ancient person. He's a bit rough around the edges (Most likely due to his age), but he's one of the most knowledgeable people Tamia knew, aside from Afton and his scientists of course. The man took pleasure in many things, from working on a difficult project to sitting down with the kids and telling stories of the Boomers' history.
Loyal is actually one of the people who didn't immediately dislike the group on arrival, seemingly optimistic about receiving their help. Though, one thing Tamia found somewhat odd was the look he'd send the group occasionally, as if waiting for an opportunity to ask something.
Last but certainly not least is Pearl, the kindly yet slightly sadistic leader of the Boomers', the woman was friendly to everyone until someone stepped on her toes, then she'd turn into a demon on a warpath... Tamia shivers at the memory of the time some kids thought it would be funny to prank her, putting pins on Pearl's chair...
Yeah, none of the group dared to look the woman in the eye after that incident, and they'd only spotted the perpetrators a week afterwards... Seems as if she'd had them cleaning out the toilets with their bare hands every day since then.
There were many other people Tamia had befriended too, but they were too numerous to mention. That said, the group's effort in helping the Boomers' had slowly brought about a change in their attitudes. Sure, they wouldn't be welcoming any outsiders with open arms, but perhaps they'd be a little apprehensive about blowing them to smithereens.
The artillery hadn't had to be fired for a while, but Tamia put that to George's decaying corpse lying just outside the Boomers' territory, courtesy of Veronica.
Tamia was just about to go visit Pearl to see if there was any work that needed doing when Loyal waved her over with a determined look on his face. "Hey Loyal what's u-"
"Pssch! Try be quiet now, I don't want the others to be hearin' this... You hear?" he quickly says, trying to quieten her.
Tamia just raises a brow but nods regardless, "Err, sure?" she quietly says.
Loyal gestures to the lawn chair next to his and leans forwards slightly, "You've been doin' good work, and I can tell you that we're all happen you're here... But I think that it's time I told you about... The Lady in the Water." he states ambiguously.
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"Lady in the water?"
He frowns slightly, "Take that look off o' your face, there ain't nothin' wrong with callin' her that... There's not!"
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Loyal shakes his head at her dull expression and continues, "A long, long time ago, before even the war that created this hellscape, a bomber had crash-landed not far from here... In Lake Mead specifically, hence the name Lady in the Lake." he states. "A bomber was a flying contraption that could drop bombs on anything it flew over, I want to try and raise the Lady in the Lake, just like how those old stories of Knight and Swords used to say." he says with a surprisingly giddy look on his face .
"How did you even find out about this? You're old, but not Pre-War old." she states with a smirk.
"Laugh it up, because I certainly don't feel any younger, and for you information, I read it on a newspaper... Anyway, I need your help in raising the Lady from the Lake. There's no one else I can ask for this, I beg you." he pleads.
"Why can't someone else do it? It's not like the Boomers are forbidden from leaving the airfield." she asks, not sure if the bomber was even there... Newspapers weren't exactly the best source of accurate information.
He shakes his head, "If I ask one person to do it, then everyone else will hear about it... You must've heard about the stories of our history, the legends of the Lady... One whiff of this and everyone will know. I know they are trustworthy, but the NCR and Legion are not, if they hear about it then they'll steal the Lady!"
"Err... I'm also an outsider you know." she points out.
Loyal shakes his head and waves his arm, "In name only. You've proved yourself enough, which is why I'm even asking... You are one of the most competent people I know, more than any of us, which is why I trust you with this... With our dreams." he explains.
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Tamia nods, "I'll do it, but I doubt I'm going to be able to drag a bomber out of the water with my bare hands..." she jokes, but is still unsure of how Loyal actually wants to go about it.
Loyal shakes his head, "Don't worry about that, I've already got it covered... You just gotta focus on finding, and getting it out." he stands, "Follow me, I'll show you what I've got planned." he says, almost skipping towards the hanger containing their supplies.
Tamia can only shake her head and laugh at the way he's acting. She's never seen a man as old as him so chipper and energetic... Aside from Mr House?
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