Me and Sunny met up behind a ridge. Sunny looked at me and said "you see that?
We have some geckos to clear out!" She was carrying a Remington, apparently her weapon of choice.
I looked out over the horizon. 'Gecko' wasn't the right term. More like a bipedal bearded dragon than anything.
"Go give 'em hell" said SUnny, urging me on.
I pulled out my nail gun, and snuck up closer to the creature. I looked down the sights, and tried to hit it. I missed, and the gecko heard the sound. It turned and charged towards me. I fired some nails into its leg, but it didn't seem to deter it. It jumped on me, knocking the gun out of my hand. It tried to claw at me, but I managed to go for my straight razor, and I slit its throat. It went limp, so I threw it aside.
Another gecko charged at me. I went for roundhoused-kick across its neck. Said neck snapped, killing it.
I hopped onto an abandoned vehicle, dual weilding a recharger pistol with the nail gun from before. I fired both at a small crowd of Geckos headed my way.
What throws many people off about Energy weapons, like my recharger pistol, is how mechanically different they are from standard guns. You see, a firearm works by firing a projectile, while energy weapons simply shine a lethal flashlight. A red beam of light appeared from the gun for a second, and then it dissapeared. The gecko that was hit by it flinched for a second, and then ran at me some more. Shooting him with my nail gun had more lethal effects on it.
Eventually, the last of the Geckos had died. During the whole fight, Sunny herself was off fighting a different group of Geckos. She turned to me and said "Great job. Even got a little exciting there at the end.
Sunny said "Just one last thing I think I should teach you." She led me to a campfire.
"Now, I want to teach you how to make something folks on the trail call 'healing powder'.
All you need is broc flower and some Xander root"
I looked at my Pip-Boy. It identified that the nearest sources were by a nearby schoolhouse and the graveyard. I got to the schoolhouse. My Pip-boy gave me a warning beep. I turned around. There was a praying mantis about a foot long. I grabbed my pool cue, and I smacked it to the ground.
The mantis wasn't killed, but just stunned. Not wanting misery upon any creature, I shot it with my recharger pistol, killing it.
I located the Xander root. It resembled a turnip. I plucked it out, and made my way off to the graveyard. I looked around. The place seemed familiar, until it finally hit me: this is where I'd been shot!
A cigarrete butt caught my eye. It might have been dropped by the man who shot me. I picked it up, and put in my backpack. Nearby was a knife someone had left behind. I picked it up. It was a steak knife, I think. I never was an expert in cooking tools.
It was then that I noticed an odd creature flying about. Namely, it was a football sized-fly. My Pip-Boy identified it as a 'Bloatfly'. The creature saw me, and suddenly, a stinger flew out of it at me!
The projectile hit me right in the shoulder. It didn't penetrate my armor, though. I grabbed my rolling pin,
and I hid behind a tombstone. The creature flew closer to me, trying to find me again. By the time it was in a position to shoot at me, I had alread moved. I came out of cover, and I smacked it from behind with my rolling pin. The creature fell to the ground, and I began stomping on it to make sure it was dead.
Finally, I had both items. I walked back to the campfire. Sunny inspected the two. "Yeah, these are fine. Just fine". She instructed me on how to dry them up, grind them, and then mix the two together.
"See, all you need is the right stuff and the right know-how." said Sunny. "Hey, maybe you should go see Trudy,
she's kind of like a town Mom. She runs the prospecter saloon."
