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There, I did a reply. One. That's all I got.

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"And yet for some reason the NCR apparently had a fire or something. Limited records besides the fact I was a ranger and then that's it. Either they have nothing more, they either lost the records or it's also possible I did something that they're not willing to speak about. I believe the term they used was classed? Classified?"

Robert didn't really remember what was the exact term that he was told. Well, other than the fact that no one could help him and he would have better luck talking to a Ghoul or Supermutant than them.

"It is a little odd, isn't it? Truly, I would normally just leave the past to rot. More so after that bottle cap situation," though that part was more so muttered under his breath. He didn't want to deal with that wild chase again - only to find out that it was all for nothing. A shitty marketing campaign, which amounted to nothing.

"That's what it said in the jacket I was wearing. Sorta figured that was the name. Plus when I went into the Mojave Outpost, a few of them new me there. Thought I was dead after some explosion back west."

"Nothing more I could get out of them."

Nick listened with an expression of barely-muted interest; he was trying to be respectful, but the detective would be lying if he said he didn't have a nosy streak for a story like this. Buckwild, really.

He leaned onto one armrest of his chair and lifted his pen to absently tap the point of it into the papers in front of him. "Well... your story doesn't lack for twists and turns. And it looks like you came to the right place."

"It's not too often I'm hired by the missing person I'm supposed to find, but it ain't the first time. ...If you were a ranger, that means the NCR is a good place to start; governments keep records."

"Your name-- were you Robert Hobbs before the bullet? That'll help narrow it all down."

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RELIEF WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER AT THE HANDS OF A CHEM. to ease that pain of his, but doing so would only bring their own problems. he couldn't hide behind them and even if he did? addiction was the last thing that he needed. he'd rather lose his caps at the ultra lux than deal with getting his hands on addictol again.

deep breath was taken in and let out slowly, the whiskey may have already been down his throat, but the burn was still there. he'd feel it soon enough - for now, however, it was just regret and a twinge of hate, though he wasn't sure why he was feeling the latter.

"haven't since i went to san francisco years ago, but yeah, I know how to play."

the best relief is the silent kind. just someone that understands. or even might understand. she's also doing better on caps since getting rid of the opposition ... and the people trying to murder her. her convoy is traveling easier. life's a little easier on her end. as easy as it'll get for the mojave. cass just takes the bar stool next to him and holds out her hand. the bartender slides a questionable glass of whiskey into her glove.

cass just leans back to adjust the shotgun strapped along her back so the butt wasn't pressing into the chair. then she lifts up her own glass of whiskey and throws it back in one shot herself. lips curl into a smirk. one thing that never gets old.

" you play pool , killer? "

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"Well, I would say it was around that time I figured it wasn't a normal job. More importantly, I didn't have the damned thing - tried to track the Bastard down and kept running into problems. Went through several hoops just to get into the strip - only after did I figure out I used to be an NCR ranger. Could have saved myself the hassle, but did I know? Of course not."

There was a roll of his eyes, but mostly it was out of frustration in all reality. "House," there was a pause, "or whatever is left, is more machine than man. At least, from what I have figured out, but even after tracking the bastard who shot me to the strip and chasing him into Legion territory? I haven't been closer to anything. Couldn't even get anything out of him."

"I would just like to know who i was - you know, before somehow someone finds out and I'm accused of being something I can't remember."

Nick paused in his note-taking, instead letting his internal processors take the brunt of it. He never really needed that notebook with the steel trap of his mechanical mind, but... it helped to have backup. Just in case.

"Sounds like you were tangling with Mr. House himself-- or whatever's left of him." The discomfort on Nick's face was noticable.

"So... what happened next?"

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“I’m simply going to harvest your organs.” Radsfcrged

Now, that caused Robert to let out a laugh. A long ass laugh. He actually thought this was funny. Extremely funny. He couldn't help himself from laughing.

"Oh, that's rich, comin' from a Ghoul like yourself. At least you can talk straight," he says sharply. "Not like those tribals who can't string more then a single word together without speaking in broken English or a mixture of that an' their own tongue."

"But let's cut to the chase, here yes? Most of my body belongs to Big MT. An' I don't think my brain would like my body harvested. I mean, considering the fact most of it already has been back then, but that's besides the point. So, what I am saying is that I've survived a shot to the head and whatever the shit they put me in back there - so, yeah, you're cooked."

( @radsfcrged )

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“He did not treat me very courteously.” Vaultfcrged

”my dear, this isn’t a vault.” Robert says sharply. “This is outside an’ in the good ol’ wide wasteland. You won’t find anyone who cares less you go to the strip -if you can afford it.”

“An’ even then? Doubt it. See, I would think that someone like you would enjoy being locked away in one of those things. Just avoid some of them - experiments at vault tech were not kind.” Not to anyone and Robert knew that first hand and through experience.

"So, how 'bout you go back to your vault an' do a nice little presentation 'bout how the outside world is just raiders, tribes an' the damned NCR that can't handle a little 'ol man with a gunshot wound to the head who happens to not have a brain."

@vaultfcrged

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I really hate that we only got two lines of dialogue for the Sneering Imperialist perk, which Robert icly has because . . . he is one.

 Dead Horse Disciple of Canaan: "Hoi! Owslandr zookah Joshua Graham?" The Courier: "[Sneering Imperialist] If you're too dumb to speak my language, you're too dumb to talk to me. Get lost." Dead Horse Disciple of Canaan: "Shaiss! Would kill you myself, but Joshua says no harm to visitors until harm done to us. Go, owslandr. Meet Joshua. We see how long you talk like that." (Dead Horse Disciple of Canaan's dialogue)

↑ Salt-Upon-Wounds: "Outman! Kuna-man mad! He kill all White Legs! You talk! You stop!" The Courier: "[Sneering Imperialist] Whatever. Joshua, put a cap in General Gobbledigook here." Salt-Upon-Wounds: "Baika-ker! You devil!" (Salt-Upon-Wounds' dialogue)

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I really hate that we only got two lines of dialogue for the Sneering Imperialist perk, which Robert icly has because . . . he is one.

 Dead Horse Disciple of Canaan: "Hoi! Owslandr zookah Joshua Graham?" The Courier: "[Sneering Imperialist] If you're too dumb to speak my language, you're too dumb to talk to me. Get lost." Dead Horse Disciple of Canaan: "Shaiss! Would kill you myself, but Joshua says no harm to visitors until harm done to us. Go, owslandr. Meet Joshua. We see how long you talk like that." (Dead Horse Disciple of Canaan's dialogue)

↑ Salt-Upon-Wounds: "Outman! Kuna-man mad! He kill all White Legs! You talk! You stop!" The Courier: "[Sneering Imperialist] Whatever. Joshua, put a cap in General Gobbledigook here." Salt-Upon-Wounds: "Baika-ker! You devil!" (Salt-Upon-Wounds' dialogue)

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Wait, I found the best line I have never heard yet but; "Whatever. Joshua, put a cap in General Gobbledigook here." ROBERT YOU DID NOT... he probably did. I hate him.

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The courier had seen many things in his time and Ghouls were one that he'd seen a fair amount of. From ones that had no mind of their own to others, who seemed to be quite intelligent. Then, there was those creatures in the Divide, which seemed to be a mixture of both intelligence and feral. Another reason he wasn't going back into that blasted place anytime soon.

Robert had leaned against an old decaying wall. Truth be told, he was shocked that it didn't tumble down with his weight against it, but then again? He supposed that it was sturdy enough. For now at least.

Hands smashed together to make a clapping nose, a smirk spreading across his features. "Congratulations," he says, making one final clap before folding his arms across his chest. "It appears you do have your senses. Not surprising - though, I must say I didn't expect to see one of your kind out here. Not these days at least."

THE GHOUL. OPEN.

It felt like the fire in the pit of his chest had expanded, a blast furnace melting him from the inside out. Smoke poured from his gaping mouth, tears from his boiling eyes. The mushroom cloud was inside of him, disintegrating him on a cellular level. He felt fury underneath the splitting, burning agony.

Even when the Ghoul startled awake from his fitful nap, he could still feel it. He could feel the fear gripping his guts like an iron vice, the rage underneath it. His skin twitched all over like the fit of a fever, his arms wrapping around his chest like that would hold the atomic fire at bay.

It was night, and he wasn't traveling alone. But for the moment it was all forgotten-- just like everything, one day, would be. His voice came as a quiet, hoarse self-reassurance.

"...Name is Cooper Howard..."

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From his memories being jumbled, to having to deal with General Gobbledigook and this current shit down at MT? He really wasn't doing well over-all, but Robert could put on a decent face. He could carry on and pretend he was alright.

What else could he really do?

There was a pause as took in the words. Trying to process them and not be a dick about it.

"Quite honestly? I want to forget about it," he states. "Or at least pretend it was a nightmare." Not that it would help matters, but . . . he thought it would.

It was easier to see the way Boone's face wrinkled behind his glasses at that. He'd clearly never heard of anything so alien, but his first reaction was more disgust than skepticism.

He believed Robert instantly, and implicitly.

So the sniper went quiet for a few moments before he fished out a pack of smokes from one of the pockets of his military trousers, and thumbed one up towards his friend.

"Should you... talk about it?"

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Hello. My name is andre and I WILL reply to things years later if the blog is not deleted.

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There was hesitation to say what it was - that damned chip. A device that no doubt could change the wasteland or if things worked out differently save it from the bombs if things had gone one day differently before the war.

However, since it didn't really matter now? He supposed he could at the very least say some about it - even if he wasn't sure how it would be taken.

"A poker chip, something that the lucky 38 wanted," he says flatly. "According to one source it had the ability to change many things. To another? System upgrades for Securitron's. Honestly? You would think if it was that important . . . the one who wanted it would have had far more security for the one delivering it."

"RobCo," Nick echoed quietly, his tone a solemn murmur. He knew quite a bit about the old world conglomerate, all things considered.

His pen flickered across his notebook. "Any idea what it was, what it did, what it looked like?"

"If you have a manifest, that'd help me out a lot. Or a name, of whoever wanted it delivered."

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THERE WAS A REASON SPEAKING about his past was not something done often. it was a rarity and only done when it was necessary. fragments of his past came back in glimpses - that bullet took far more than robert was willing to admit.

a hand moved to rub at the the back of his head - that damned wound that, while it had somewhat healed, still bore a scar. it always would of what that fucker did to him. bloody bastard, maybe just maybe he should have turned down that job, but he didn't. now he had to deal with that shit.

his free hand grabbed the whiskey, moving to drink it down with one massive drink. not even caring about who saw it or noticed it. one of the few pleasures he could get.

IT WAS GOING TO BE A LONG NIGHT.

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CASS IS ALWAYS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN COMPLETELY NONCHALENT AND ANGRY ... she doesn't actually remember being truly happy in quite awhile. maybe not since she was some kid looking up to her father. this is the mojave. where you either work your dreams away or gamble them away. but, cass has been traveling with robert for some while. maybe she has a soft spot for him. EMOTIONS ARE DANGEROUS.

so, the woman just sets down the whiskey she had in her hand. about to drink it. slides it in front of robert. raises a hand for the bartender. they're going to need some more.

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I'm gonna try to do some replies here soon, but i've been over on Land.

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FALLOUT (TV SERIES, 2024): Episode Four Feel free to edit the sentences, places, pronouns, etc, as you need. NSFW TW: Mentions of violence, death, sex trafficking, drugs, cannibalism

“[name]... my name is [name.]”

“Hey! Fancy seeing you out here.”

“You out for that bounty too, huh?”

“You know… It’s hard out here.”

“You - you don’t happen to have any vials do you?”

“I’m sorry, [name.] I’m all out.”

“You might want to clear out, before things get ugly.”

“You’ve outlasted us all.”

“Say… Do you remember how good food used to taste?”

“Sometimes, a fella's gotta eat a fella.”

“Well, there’s what people say they did, and what they really did.”

“How do you live like this? Why keep going?”

“Well, one good question deserves another, why the fuck am I doing all the work?”

“Now come on, [nickname], ass jerky don’t make itself.”

“You don’t like it when people get upset.”

“Regular boys… can get just angry and they’ll pee on the wall. When clever boys like you get angry… You’re lucky to not have seen where that can lead.”

“Just tread lightly, that’s all I ask.”

“How does that Golden Rule jibe with what’s going through your head right now?”

“What are you?”

“Oh, I’m you, sweetie. You just… give it a little time.”

“There you are, you little killer.”

“Now, that right there is the closest thing we’ve had to an honest exchange so far.”

“I just thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing.”

“Not great, to be honest.”

“How are you handing the, uh, death of the father of your unborn baby?”

“Those monsters took him away from me.”

“Now, that is one wet lady.”

“You’re selling me?”

“You got problems out here, too, sweetheart. Best you try your luck behind that door.”

“What the fudge?”

“Fudge? There’s no fudge here.”

“Ah, that won’t do at all. Let’s get you taken care of.”

“He did not treat me very courteously.”

“I thought I was here to be a sex slave.”

“What? No, what a simply disgusting idea.”

“I’m simply going to harvest your organs.”

“I don’t know what the people of [location] were up to, but it was anything but innocent.”

“Feel like getting out of the house?”

“Then why did you come?”

“You don’t think it’s because you’re still in love with my sister, and being around me reminds you of her?”

“This is so wrong.”

“Whatever happened here, happened a long time ago.”

“Looks like they strangled each other, with their hands.”

“I am ever-ready to serve.”

“Come on, I know there’s someone in there, talk to me.”

“You don’t get these, you turn into one of those? That how it works?”

“I may end up looking like you, but I’ll never be like you.”

“Golden rule, motherfucker.”

“I’d love to share some of this with y’all but y’all weren’t invited to this party.”

“I hope you like the taste of lead, you [commie] son of a bitch.”

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"And most are also more accustomed to move in groups or stay where it's far more safer." Not that Robert really cared - safety was an illusion that could be manipulated as one saw fit. It didn't matter what or whom anyone was aligned with - one person's security was another's chains or something like that.

"Both are as bad as the other - both wanting to control the area and are willing to destroy themselves to do it." Maybe what the entire area needed was a clean slate and for both the NCR and Legion to eliminate themselves. A full zero sum situation, which would no doubt either help the problems in the wasteland or make things worse.

"I suppose . . . everyone's an idiot when the sides are about the same either way. Raiders, NCR, Legion . . . anyone else. Always trying to gain more ground, but getting nowhere."

"Reasonable concerns," the words came out dryly as Six adjusted her position so she could continue to use the wall for support. Somehow her memory had already dumped the full title of the republic so she avoided saying their name outright, "just trying to get by, sure you understand."

Smacking her lips together as she reminisced about how fucking dry her mouth was, Six looked at him with narrowed eyes, "besides, I'd be quite the fucking idiot if I was involved with the Legion. Same could be said about the NCR I guess."