She stands over him, teddy bear in hand; fully intended to join Dogmeats on-going pile, looking at her pitboy. He had three more minutes, but from his soft snoring there was little chance he was waking. The clock ticks to eight, and he still lays there peaceful. She sighs, placing the teddy bear over his nose and mouth, not pushing enough to actually suffocate, but enough to stir him. He grabs her wrist pulling it up, eyes glaring up at her. "Its past eight." She says blandly. "Get up." She grabs his under shirt, dropping it to his chest. "I'll wait down stairs." She lets her eyes wonder over him quickly before turning to leave, he was oddly handsome and it bother her. She exits the elevator into the bottom floor, Harvey coming into veiw. "Good, your here, we need to make this fast." She pulls out the rough sketched map handing it to him. "Remember to Diamond city, to Valentine's detective agency. It can be given to Nick or Ellie, but only them." He nods taking the map and note, shoving them to his pocket. "And your going to get all of us out of here, right?" She nods, patting his shoulder. "I will, I promise, but it's gonna take time, you just have to trust me. Now go, you have a week." He nods running out the door, just as the elevator dings open, Gage walks out. "Lets head out boss." He chimes rubbing under his eye with a thumb. "So you never told me what happened with the clans." He says, hinting for an explanation. "Okay, let's see-"
I went to see the Disiples first the women at front door threateningly with her gun hanging lazy in her arms. "Watch yourself, 'Boss', because we sure will be." I give her a small glare, ripping open the door. "Come on, girl, you know we should run this place. Not some lil greenie Gage dragged in." I pause in the door way, listening to the women bitch, when a smooth, stony voice echoes in. "We're giving him a second chance. Gage screws this up, he knows we'll skin him alive. So shut up and be patient." The women turns her attention to a man leaning on some cages. " What about you big guy? Nothing to say on the matter?" "As long as she doesn't get in my way... don't much care." He grunts, pushing up. "Yeah, figured as much." The women with the stony voice looks over at me, a weird helmet covering her nose and eyes. "Both of you just get out of here. And make sure the others get the message." "Making plans?" I say blankly, watching the other two march away, she blows off my question. "So, you're Gage's little pet project." I cross my arms, raising a brow. "Pet project? What's that supposed to mean?" "Gage didn't say anything?" She mocks, trying to snatch at any weak point. "Apparently, we're not good enough to run this place ourselves. Gage wanted to bring in his own little puppy to replace Colter. But I guess training a puppy is way easier than getting us to do what he wants." I study her for a moment, not sure how true her words are. "Last I checked, I'm not a lost puppy, I'm the Overboss." She scoffs, her still body making me uncomfortable, she didn't move an inch, mouth only moving to let her words slip out cruelly. "You survived the Gauntlet, you killed Colter, with Gage's help, of course. So sure, you're the 'Overboss', but that title hasn't meant anything for a long time now. If Gage thinks that'll change overnight, he's dead wrong." She lifts her hand, striking it at neck level at the word dead. "Every one knows we all wanted Colter dead. 'Course if I had my way, it would have been a slow, painful process." A sarcastic response plays on my lips, but I know that won't go well with the prissy, up tight leader of the Disciples. "But whatever. Let's get this meet and greet over with. I'm Nisha. I lead the Disciples. We've only got one rule around here, and that's keeping the peace of this... alliance. Otherwise, the way we see it, this world stopped caring about rules the moment people started dropping bombs on one another." "This world needs rules. Otherwise, we'll never recover." Nisha scoffs again. "Rules are dangerous because people start to trust them. They make you think you're safe, but once you turn your back... you're dead." "Need some order in chaos." She seems to take time to process the words. "Colter thought some sort of rule or code made him untouchable... but he found out he was wrong... The hard way. Although, I could give him a little credit. He built the Gauntlet after all. Of course, it was total shit at first. No imagination, but we spiced it up a bit." "I thought it was pretty impressive." I say, trying to play her good side. "Good to see the new boss at least has some taste. I might let you keep that head on your shoulders after all. Let's just hope Gage is right about you. He made a lot of promise to get us here, and never followed through. So you better not screw this up because I'm not about to tolerate another round of bullshit." I lean out on my hip, trying to seem uninterested in her threats. "Are you questioning me? The Overboss?" "Not questioning, just curious. We were wrong about Colter. We won't make the same mistake twice." "Mhm. Depends on what you're looking for, I suppose." "Someone who's not afraid to get blood on their hands and make some real changes around here. You see, the Disciples don't make empty threats, we make good on them. We aren't swayed by caps like those spoiled brats obsessed with their hair, or those savage animals who can't behave in public." She waves her hand dismissively. "Fuck this up, and I will kill you. Although, I admit I have even better plans for Gage. But... if you support us and keep your promises like a good, little Overboss, we back you, you get to live, and everybody wins." I drop my head to the side, narrowing my eyes. "And why would I trust you?" "Because we need each other. You give us what we want, and it's just a matter of time before everyone in the Commonwealth knows your name." I grin, no one here knew that everyone did.-not that she would put that in the story for Gage- nodding, I speak. "What is it you want?" "When you finish what Colter started, you give us control of this park. Then you set your sights on the Commenwealth. And once the Commonwealth is yours, and believe me, with our help it will be... You just make sure the Disciples have more than our fair share of the territories." "I don't make promises." I say, eyeing her up, she takes a shifting step on the spot, it was hard to read what the action meant. "And you'll do what I say." There's a long moment of silence, not even her voice gave anything away. "Looks like you're already a step above Colter. I'll see how this plays out... for now. But, if you change your tune and decide to play nice... There's no shortage of work around here, so if your looking to prove you've got what it takes... You know where to find me." She gives a firm nod happy with her own words. "Alrigh. I won't make empty promises or treats, or play any bullshit cards. I'll be by in a few days to see what needs to be done." Nisha turns on her heel, done with the conversation. It was like talking to a bratty child; a blood thirsty, and maniacal one, but bratty none the less.-
Gage shakes his head looking at her a bit impressed. "You threatened her?" She shrugs, grinning at him. "It seemed like the only way to get through to her." He nods knowingly. "Yea, that's true. Continue on." After that she met up with Harvey, but there was no way she was telling him that part. "After that was the Operators-"
"You can head on in, Overboss." Says the boy at the door, opening it for me to walk through, keeping a close eye on my body. As I walk in I hear bit and pieces of a conversation, catching talk about my pipboy, debating how I got it. "Hmm. You can go." Says the girl, waving the other away as I walk into the next room. "Hey." I say, cautiously walking up to her. "Well. I suppose we all owe you for putting down Colter." Her voice was a little droning, but weirdly relaxing. "Man was an idiot. Made us all look bad." The man behind her straightens, eyeing me, which I was starting to get tired of. "Heh. A clown stuck in his own little car." Her hard demeanor breaking for a moment as she smiles, then goes back to her stoner one. "I guess we can take some solace in the fact that someone finally gave him what he deserved. I want to know. What did you feel as you did it? When you brought that walking pile of human garbage to his knees?" I grin. "Taking down an opponent like that, it's thrilling." When I heard my own voice it surprised me how sincere I sounded, maybe it was the truth. "Sure looked it." The man pipes, grinning wildedly at me. "Hmm. Perhaps you're better suited to this than I expected. Regardless, Gage's decree means that you're the new Overboss. I suppose we can only hope you work out better than the last one." She gives a small nod of the head. "I'm mags." She turns pointing to the man. "This is my brother, William." "Pleasure." He gives a half hearted wave. "Sole." I say, meeting their moment of politeness. "Along with our co-conspirator Lizzie, we run this crew. Call ourselves the Operators. You'll come to understand soon enough that we are the only gang you should be backing around here. Because we're the only ones who see this place for what it is. A temple. A testament to the only thing that matters in this world." "And what's that?" I ask a little rhetorical. "Caps. This place was built for the sole purpose of taking caps out of the pockets of fools. We only joined Gage and Colter's little menagerie in order to restore it to that goal... though by somewhat more cutthroat methods than I expect it's founders intended." William walks in just behind Mags and puts in his thoughts. "Instead Colter had us sitting on our asses for the better part of a year while he lived large in his damn mountaintop." "And that means if you're going to be in charge around here, we'd like some assurances that you intend to bring this place back to it's true purpose. And that we're going to get back to robbing folks of their fucking money." I figured the easiest way with them was to let them hear what they wanted. "My goal's to use this place to make all the money I can." I say, trying to sound sincere. William grows a creepy grin. "Well, it's about damn time." Mag eyes her brother suspiciously before continuing. " Hmm. I look forward to seeing your claims put into action. So, you're welcome in the Parlor whenever you like. Make yourself at home. And if you think you might be interested in running some jobs for us, you just come speak to me. And we'll all be anxiously awaiting getting this place back to doing what it does best." "Won't disappoint." I nod, turning and exiting, her soft hum of uncertainty following me. -
"Mags... kinda hard to pinpoint. I'm sure she's happy." Gage says, as she stops to click through her pipboy getting closer to Galactic Zone. "An' the Pack?" He prods. "Yeah... they are something-"
I look up at the makeshift door, bad patch jobs, and held up with other flimsy planks. "Welcome to the nest, 'boss'. We were wondering when you'd make it down here." The girl person chimes. I study the weird paint, putting my full weight into opening the gate. My first thoughts go to the wild animals running around, making me a little to excited. Walking through the chaotic strip then when I see a cheesy thrown in front of a dog fighting cage it was obvious. I'm just able to hear the conversation he's having with one of the scavvers, over the cheering, fighting, and howling, from both animals and Pack members. "Can you talk to Mags or something? You said we ain't allowed to kill any of 'em. So..." The big man in the chair leans forward. "Tell me. Did you have to wait in a long to see me?" "No. I walked right up here." The scavver says sounding confused. "Exactly. Most can handle their own shit without bothering me about it. Do you need help finding your place here?" "No. No! I can handle it." He stutters out, slowly backing up. "There's plenty of collars in the kennels if you can't." He nods, speed walking away. The man in the chair sinks back into the chair, spreading his legs out. I stop at the foot of the steps, a lazy smile spreads on his face, looking her over. "Hey." "Now that I get a closer look at you... not sure I'm buying this new Overboss thing." He leans back up, silking his eyes up and down again. His voice gravely. "You gonna be a problem I need to solve?" I ask. He chokes out a laugh standing. "Slow down there, boss-lady. We're just getting to know each other. Name's mason. The Pack's Alpha." "Sole." "Sole, huh?" He shifts. Leaning on the chair. "This here's our side of town. You might be Overboss - for now. But I'm the boss of the Pack. And it's going to stay that way. Long as you don't go forgetting that, we're gonna be fine." I give a genuine smile, he's going to be fun. "Lets work together, Mason. I'm not interested in running your gig." He returns the smile, surprisingly not creppy but warm. "If that ain't a lie, then things might end up alright between us. Look. It ain't like anyone's broke up about Colter. Just figured on his replacement being... Well, different. But Gage says you're the boss now. So, you're the boss." He shrugs a bit, seeming to really trust in Gage. "You don't want to be Overboss?" I question, he seems to be the first. "If I thought the other gangs would go along, yeah, I'd run this place in a heart beat. Might have to - if you turn out to be a turd." Scratch what I just said. "At least it ain't Mags Black or that freak Nisha. Besides you can't possibly be worse than Colter." "What's Nisha deal any ways?" He gives hearty laugh with a shrug. "Hell if I know." "Well, don't worry. I have big plans for this place, you'll see." "Maybe you're the real deal. But we thought Colter was the real deal, too. And he's laying in a pool of his own blood. Don't get me wrong. Colter was definitely Overboss. Not a man to mess with. And things were good in the beginning. Real good." He pauses thinking back on it. "But that was a year ago. Then Colter went soft. Wanted to 'take stock in what we achieved'." "So what is it you want?" "Caps. Action. Something!" He lifts his arms gesturing around. "Anything that's more than the sitting around we been doing for the last year." "Okay. I'm listening." A sickening grin crosses his face. "Sure, this place beats living in the shit holes we had out there. But it ain't the palace of caps we signed on for. Ain't none of us happy - not even the Disciples. And they're normally a chipper bunch so long as they're drenched in blood. Things were going to hell fast, but Gage put the brakes on that. Got us together and promised he'd find someone to deal with Colter." "So, what's the real story behind Gage and Colter?" "Hey, I only know what I've heard. Story is that Gage talked Colter into becoming Overboss. And he got you in here, didn't he? Maybe he likes people owing him. Maybe it let's him get things done without getting dirt on his hands. After Colter went soft, Gage got us behind closed doors, and promised us he'd get someone to off Colter. And you did just that." He looks me up and down again, like he couldn't believe a small thing like me could do it still. I couldn't blame him. "Might a been the whole point of the Gauntlet all along." "You can trust me. I'll be a good leader." His brows furrow together with some doubt. "No offense, but you just got here. We'll see what you can do. Look. Let's cut to the chase. You going to do right by the Pack? I hear you've been talking to the other gangs." "I intend to treat all the gangs equally." Why'd I say that? "Ain't no two things in this world that's truly equal, boss. Everything has it's place. One gang is gonna end up on top, and one on the bottom. It's simple law of nature." "Too true, Mason." "One last thing before I let you go. There's always work to do around here keeping the zoo in order. If you're ever able to lend a hand. Drop by. Loyalty's a two way street." I nod firmly. "I'll be around." He gives me another sweet smile, dropping back into his chair-
"Then I meet some crazy bitch looking for Cappy stuff. She gave me these tacky glasses which I personally love and.." she puts on the dumb Cappy glasses, looking drimaticlly over at him. "Can fucking rock." He gives a lop sided grin. " You were sure nosin' around me a lot." He states, then adds. "It also seems like they did most of the talking." "Well first of all, of course I'm going to ask about you, need to know the in and outs if I'm having you watch my back, right?" He shrugs. "And I'm not much of a talker in the first place, if I open my mouth it's something important, responding, or a sarcastic comment. Talking isn't my forte, I save it for when I need it... or when I feel like bugging someone." They stop in front of Dry Rock Gulch, a smile playing at her face looking at the western theme, taking a side glance at Gage. "Has anyone ever told you that you sound like a cowboy before?" He looks at her with confusion. "Cowboy?" He questions. "Yeah, you know, with the hats, and the spurs on the boots to make the clacking sound, highnoon, quick draws, Yehaws." He looks at her, confusion deepening. "Yehaw?" A smile grows over her face, slapping her hand over her mouth to shuffle a snorting laugh, she takes a second to calm herself. "Say it again." "No." He says dryly, obviously not liking her reaction. "Oh come on. Say it. I'll pay you." "No." He repeats making her pout. "Party pooper." She whines, cocking her gun. A big sign in front written in red 'Danger! Bloodwarms!' "Bloodwarms?" She looks over to him, and he gives a disgusted look. "Nasty critters. Come at you from a cloud of dust. Ugly as all hell." Seemed typical enough. "Wonderful. Let's get going." Not even two steps into the park and two weird giant worm like creatures pop from the ground, the front of them opening into a giant mouth with needle like teeth, before she can even move, their dead, multiple bullets sent through them. "Well that was fun, eh?" Gage calls, walking past her. His gun raises again, her eye setting on what he sow, a protectron in a cowboy hat. She grabs his gun before he can shoot, pushing it down wards in a way of telling him to stand down. "It's in a hat, I'm sure it harmless." She says walking up to it. "Hello?" "Howdy, partners!" A stupid grin plasters her face, and squeals like a little girl, bouncing up and down on the ball of her feet. "Welcome to Dry Rock Gulch, where it's always high noon." It says as a robotic, western, cowboy voice comes through. "Hope y'all are having a good day here at Nuka World. Ready to saddle up and ride into the old wild west?" She puts on a cheesy western accent. "Well, howdy there sheriff! Looks like you got some pesky varmints here in the Gulch that need straightening out." Gage starts laughing, she's unsure if it's with or at her. She doesn't really care which one it is. "I don't know about varmints, but we got us some no-good outlaws holed up in Mad Mulligans Mine. We could sure use a hand around here. What do you Say? Want to be my deputy?" "Yes!" She clears her throat. "I mean, I guess I could bring a little law and order to these parts, sheriff. You got yourself a deputy." She says with the accent again. "The door to Mad Mulligans Mine is locked up. I got a spare key in the safe by the theater, but wouldn't you know, I plum forgot what the combination to the safe was! You'll need to talk to my three amigos: Doc Phosphate, One-Eyed Ike, and the Giddyup Kid. Prove to them you're tough enough to on the outlaws, and they'll give you their part of the combination. Good luck, little doggie! And don't forget your complimentary deputy uniform, courtesy of Nuka-Cola!" The bot hands over a western outfit and a cowboy hat, she giggles like a child taking the outfit. Then running into the closest building. "I'll be right back." She comes back out a minute later all dressed up, tipping her hat towards Gage with a smug smile. "Howdy there partner. How you like my new digs?" Gage raises a brow to her as she loops her thumbs in the belt holes, walking over to him, her bag hanging loosely on her arm. "The being the best deputy in the world I found my right hand man, this!" She reaches into her bag and pulls out a black cow boy hat, shoving it into his hands. "And you have to put it on, because it goes with the theme." His eyes roll but he still places the hat on his head. "Perfect! Now to the safe!"
