Ericsen and Mayland had arrived back at Nipton, a few hours ago, with a bountifully amount of munitions. The ranger sat in his makeshift office in the Nipton hotel.
"God damn it! Sandstorm's holding everything up" the ranger exclaimed slamming his open hands against the desk. Then the ranger asked Ericsen.
"Ericson, you any good with communications."
"No sir. But I could find a coms officer" Ericsen replied, getting out of her chair, in search of a coms officers.
About half an hour later Ericsen returned with another ranger and a ham radio.
"So I hear you need someone to work communications." the ranger with Ericsen replied.
The ranger stood up an replied
"yes. I need you to set up communications, you'll be working in the office next door"
"good, I'll get onto that right now." the coms officer replied walking out of the room.
It took an hour for the coms officer to set up the appropriate equipment to broadcast. Once it was finally done the coms officer fetched Mayland.
"So, its all ready to go?"
"yep."
"Well try and patch me through to group at the gun runners."
"can do"
After five or ten minuets of static, they finally got a message through to ranger John Blacksmith, one of the rangers accompanying Christine.
"Sir, we have managed to get enough weapons to stock a small army, and we have agreed to help a humanitarian group called the followers of the apocalypse. Their caravans keep being raided so we agreed to help."
"Ah... Good. That should get the approval of the locals.
Anyway what are you guys doing now?"
"we are bunked down on the followers old Mormon fort until the storm clears."
"An Christine?"
"Err... It's complicated sir, she is currently... Indisposed, I'll tell her to get on the radio as soon as she can"
Indisposed? What on earth does he mean?
"That will be all"
The radio then produced static until the coms officer turned it off.
2,000 miles away star paladin cross surveyed the landscape, and said something to herself
"I wish we never discovered vault 87. Sarah just wasn't the same after that incident. Now we have super mutants like we've never seen before. Their smarter, stronger, and to make matters worse, some of the were our brothers."
Conditions were dire. The 'Lone Wanderer' had crawled into a whiskey bottle after what he had done at ten-penny towers, Sarah Lyons mental state had become fragile after the vault 87 incident. The brotherhood was cracking at the edges, everything in capital wasteland was, and now a viscous band of super mutants, that the brotherhood helped to create. The wasteland needed nothing short of a miracle, and by Christ it was coming.
A couple of months had passed in the Mojave. The new Nevada rangers had established themselves as law in the Mojave. The courier had agreed that they had upheld justice, and had contracted them as an independent security force, meaning they had full jurisdiction over the Mojave and were on the couriers payroll. After a lot of convincing from Christine, the rangers celebrated its newest member ranger Santangelo. All was well in the Mojave
