DC
Four "Months" Ago.
The Vertibird whizzed past the skeletal skyscrapers that dotted the landscape of ruins. The wind followed the Vehicle's path as it pushed several debris off the building, causing it to crash down into the scorched and desolate streets.
In the distance, a town was spread out. Though it was in shambles as the nuclear war had not been kind to it, the architecture was old; brick houses in the 18th-19th century style of building and ancient roads were dotted across. Indeed time had not been kind to the old town of Alexandria, as it hasn't been with the rest of the wastes.
At the same time, gunshots rang from the once quiet town. Explosions ignited the sky, lasers and plasma flew left and right, and the distinct sound of assault rifles and other ballistic weaponry was clear as day.
And this was where the Bird was heading, the icon of Lyons painted to its side.
Inside of it, the chamber was crammed; the bluish-gray floor and dull white metal doing nothing to make it feel lively. The only thing illuminating the room were the red lights inside that drowned out most of the color. He looked at his arms; the white power armor looking closer to a Nuka cola-themed suit.
Turning his head up he glanced at the other members that were with him. His seat had been in at the edge of the door frame, ready to spring to action. On his left were three more seats and parallel to him were four.
Looming in front of him was Glade; decked in a suit of T-60D power armor. The suits had been a strange phenomenon, that he had to admit. When Owen was in charge due to a lack of resources and errors in management T45 suits had become a standard issue with even the Pride using them.
T45 was cheap to maintain and fix up so it made sense for large deployment; being also able to soak up most small arms fire. Issues however came when Super Mutants were armed with anything that wasn't a Hunting Rifle, barely working R91 or pipe weapons.
Then when the Enclave came along using their suits of X-02 and energy weapons, the brotherhood might as well have gone skinny dipping. Fortunately, after the destruction of Raven Rock and Adams, a lot of Enclave equipment was taken in by the Brotherhood; including new suits of power armors.
T60 was really just a beefed-up version of the T45 that they found in a storage hangar in the airbase. The Brotherhood already owned a few suits, but they had been usually kept for either high-ranking officers or as "relics". With the surplus of armors and Sarah's reforms; these newer suits came into usage.
Initiates didn't get suits; having to rely on combat armor. Knights were given suits of T45, with commanders Given suits of T60. In fact, T60 suits were mostly given to Paladins; with T51 and Enclave Suits worn by some of the more capable soldiers.
Regardless; Glade still wore a T60; modified to handle more damage. The Heavy Weapons expert was fiddling with his Gatling Laser, replacing one of the optic crystals with a newer one he had gotten from an Enclave Soldier's weapon.
Next to himself was Kodiak in a suit of T51 just like him. The helmet was off and Pittsburger was taking a drag from a cigar, puffs of smoke escaping his mouth. The Wanderer smirked under his helmet, glad to see that the last of the Bear brothers lasted so long in service to the Brotherhood.
Dusk and Colvin were sitting on either side, both decked in their own suits of T51 power armor. Though He knew that Dusk had preferred wearing her recon suit, due to the fact that they were meant to drop into combat, her suit had been required. The paint jobs were also complete opposites.
Whereas Colvin's suit was polished and paintless with the exception of squad markings; Dusk's had added an urban camo paint job; that would make her blend in with the surroundings. The woman was cleaning her rifle, a bush cleansing the pipes from any dirt, while her counterpart was silently reading from the bible; a cross hanging from the side of his shoulder plate.
Then there was Gallows; A suit of X-02 that was coal black with blue optics The squad markings hadn't been painted but etched into the armor; giving a rather edgy look to the spec ops.
Lastly, there was Vargas; X-01 power armor with a brotherhood paint job with reflective silver optics. A Plasma caster was next to him, the brotherhood's symbol plastered on its side. With Sarah now Elder, Vargas had been put in charge of the unit; with the Wanderer as his second-in-command.
And finally, in a rare sight amongst the normal ops was the last person sitting. T60 power armor that made her look amazing. He dirty blond hair had been tied to a bun with her piercing green eyes glancing at the plasma rifle she was holding.
Sarah Lyons had rejoined the squad for this mission; After all, this was the most important one in the past few years. After the Enclave had been taken out and Vault 87 had been destroyed via self-destruction, the Brotherhood had been exterminating the rest of the Super Mutants.
Unable to reproduce numbers and with the Brotherhood and Wanderer crushing their enemies, the Super Mutant population had been slowly dying out. Alexandria is supposed to be their last big refuge as the greatest concentration had been spotted there by scouts.
And so it was decided that the pride and Elder would oversee the Brotherhood's most important operation; the extermination of the DC Super Mutants. A new chapter would begin for the Capital Wasteland without the threat of people being eaten or attacked by Frankensteins.
"ETA in 5 Minutes, Elder." The Lancer pilot spoke up, flipping a few switches from his cockpit.
Sarah nodded before turning towards the rest of the squad.
"You heard em, Ladies." She rose up and gripped one of the bars. "Get your gear in order and guns ready; in five minutes we are sending the rest of the green bastards straight to hell!"
The Wanderer nodded and was the first to stand up, his Plasma rifle ready. Glade chuckled and closed his Gatling Laser shut, before rising to his full height. Dusk sighed and packed her cleaning kit before strapping it to her pack and loading her rifle.
Kodiak wiped the cigar against a scorch mark on his armor and strapped his helm on, Tri-Laser Rifle on the ready. Colvin made a motion in a cross formation before also strapping his helmet and grabbing his gun. Vargas and Gallows stood up at the same time, the latter's Plasma caster on the ready and the other putting the silencer on his Infiltrator rifle.
"So this is it, huh?" Dusk spoke up, glancing at the others. "Last of those bastards? Guess I better make my headcount last!"
"Ha!" Glade chuckled. "Yeah you may be great at takin pot-shots sweet cheeks, but let the professionals mow down the masses."
"And by professional, you mean those with more muscles than brain, right?" Dusk shot back. "Hell, I wonder if you can even count past 10, ya brute."
"Hey!" Glade chuckled. "I'll have you know I can count past 100! After that it gets muddy."
Both shared a laugh.
"Come on, we all know it's either Sir Edgy-Irving or Vault-boy over here who are gonna steal all the kills." Colvin butt-in. "My bet's on Gallows; he'll probably sneak in and start killing everything before we manage to get into enemies' lines."
"Nah, my money's on 101 over here!" Greg smacked the Wanderer's shoulder. "I mean he IS the Lone Wanderer! Probably gonna go gung-ho on the muties!"
"Hey don't drag us in your little piss contest." The Wanderer raised his arms up. "Me and Gallows aren't kids, right man?"
Gallows stared at the Wanderer for a few seconds before going back to sharpening a knife.
"I'll be counting, Wanderer."
Fuck.
The rest of the squad laughed at the Dweller's expanse until a beeping alerted them.
"Well, looks like, we're about to get our answers." Lyons chuckled before placing her own helmet on.
"Lyons Pride! Move out!"
His eyes shot up.
The Wanderer rose up from his sleeping bag, his body trembling. His breathing was uneven, sweat rolling down his face as he glanced up at the night sky, gazing at the shattered moon. The fire he had made earlier had died down becoming nothing more than embers with Dogmeat snuggling close to him and the weapon bag.
He was back in Remnant.
Both a wave of relief and depression washed over him; relief for he did not have to experience what would have happened next, and depression because it meant that it still happened. His arm went towards his jumpsuit and he opened it revealing a necklace.
A steel chain attached to the brotherhood dog tags of some of the Capital Wasteland's greatest heroes.
He glanced at it, his eyes reading down all the names and serial numbers. His finger brushed against some of them, a single tear falling down from his stone-cold face and landing on the steel pallets. He put the necklace back on, hugging the tags close to his heart.
As long as he kept them with him, they would always be there.
Always.
His gaze went down as he noticed that Dogmeat was closer, having placed its head on his lap. A faint smile formed and the Wanderer caressed the Dog, each stroke making the pain hurt a little less.
She couldn't sleep.
As much as she tried to close her eyes, lie in the bed or even just relax, she couldn't.
She had fucked up.
She had massively fucked up.
A storm was brewing and it was going to crash into her and the Tribe with the force of a thousand suns. First, there was Salem; she who sought to bring the world to its knees by finding the four mystical relics and hunt the Maidens. Then there was that fool Ozpin who would try to stand against the darkness by drowning it in blood, non of it his.
And though problematic as they were, she had been able to handle them. Salem had been more focused on Vale, and as long as Raven had been careful there would have been no issues. Ozpin was also better to handle, as he did technically still need her, so he wouldn't dare have anyone sent against her.
It made robbing and dealing with atleasians so much easier as no one would bother looking for them as Ozpin would divert resources into other bands. They only had to keep a low profile from time to time and the fool wouldn't press on with any actions.
That's why the CCT failing had been so wonderful; with communications down, all the towns were free game; making it easier for her and the tribe.
Unfortunatly she hadn't considered her newest threat.
The Wanderer.
She had considered him a threat; true. After all, he did manage to attack her raiding party when they outnumbered him forty to one. Yet she either thought he'd get lost in the woods or if he ever found the camp, she'd eliminate him without a second thought.
However after what Qrow told her...
"The Wanderer?" Her brother chuckled. "Of course, you'd want to know about them…"
"Answer the question, Qrow."
"Alright, might even help me prove my point…" Qrow took a sip from his glass. "So..the Wanderer...where to begin…"
The glass was placed back down.
"You know, you should really start paying attention in bars, sis." Qrow tapped at his glass. "You tend to hear the craziest of stories..."
The bandit clenched her hand. "What does that have to do with the Wanderer?"
"Getting there." He raised his finger up. "So yeah, crazy things you hear; sometimes they are fantasy and sometimes they are true, the thing is there is a reason they are considered 'crazy'."
"Crazy implies a certain amount of Impossibility, ya know." The Huntsman scratched his beard. "And what the people in New Kensi were talking about certainly sounded that way."
New Kensi? Raven's eyes narrowed; that was close to Shion.
"You know how it is sis, having a 'semblance' that allows flight makes traveling much faster; though I'd say your little portal trick s neat too."
Her glare didn't stop; though she still understood what he was implying.
"Regardless this was actually before the kids arrived at Shion; main road had been blocked due to rockfall so Ruby and her friends took the southern mountain road. They passed by several villages including Gozta and Kensi. And particularly in New Kensi while I watched the team getting into their Inn, I overheard some...strange rumors."
The glass was lifted up again and a sip was taken.
"Apparently the Emerald Bloods tribe had been wiped out."
Raven's eyes dilated.
"W-What?"
"Heh, you heard me right Ray-Ray; The Emerald Bloods were wiped out…"
The Emerald Bloods...they were certainly something and had been a thorn in the Branwen Tribe's side for decades. While the Brawnwen Tribe believed in "survival of the fittest", the Emerald Bloods were pure sadists. They would sneak and stalk the southwestern corners of Anima's coastal forest. Though they rarely assaulted towns properly, they attacked any trespassers into their woods and territories and especially targeted travelers and convoys.
Usually, the best sign of being in their territory would be hanging skulls attached to tree branches. They also tended to prefer knives and bows over guns and swords; They enjoyed using poisoned arrows and felt that knives were 'personal enough'
Still, they had been hard to deal with; all attempts at trying to get any sort of foothold into their territory had always ended in massive failure as they used their knowledge of the woods to their advantage to ambush her men.
Hell, even Atlas had attempted to clear them out at one point and it ended in a disaster so bad that the commander who planned the attempt to stamp out the threat was 'officially' dishonorably discharged for gross incompetence when really it had been Atlas cleaning its hand and throwing an officer to the wolves.
Regardless, one man taking care of an entire tribe was...
"Impossible, you know how they are." Raven countered pointing a finger at him. "Hell, Father warned us ALL about them."
"Hey I'm just telling you what I heard, but if you need any evidence let's just say I took a peek at their…' camp'."
Raven went silent for a few seconds, her fingers tapping against the table.
"Alright…" She sighed. "What happened?"
"Well after the CCT went down, they thought that they could take down one of the villages named Tsukimaki without catching too much attention; the place had always been too close to their territory, and saw it as a golden opportunity. So they did what they do best; entered the village, killed or kidnapped a few people, and left the rest to fend off the Grimm. Fortunately for Tsukimaki, there was a Huntsman living there who managed to help defend them…"
"Unfortunately for them, the same Huntsman went after the captives and the Bloods send their mutilated head back to the Village. So Tsukimaki is screwed, morale is down, their huntsman is killed and it's pretty clear the Emerald Bloods are gonna come back and finish the job before looting the place."
"In comes the Wanderer." Qrow lifted his hands as though presenting someone.
"He strode up to the Village and when he heard about their problems he offered to take care of em. The village told him to piss off because he's not gonna survive and the Wanderer went to the Woods anyways. So he starts killing Bloods left and right, absolutely massacring them, not giving up, and not really falling for a lot of their traps. Eventually, he makes it to their main camp, kills the garrison there, frees the captives that didn't get killed, and escorts them back to the village."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," Qrow confirms. Raven felt a pit in her stomach, the information churning in her stomach.
"How did he do it?"
Qrow smirked again and leaned close to her.
"He nailed them to the trees."
Raven nearly fell back in her seat, her already pale complexing turning whiter.
"He what?!"
"Emerald Bloods were always bastards, we know that. So the Wanderer wanted to pay them back for their acts. Had the survivors who didn't get murdered nailed on the trees and left them there to die. Cruel as it was the town calls it justice, considering what the Bloods did to them."
"So you know, after hearing that I was shocked and decided on taking a bit of an aerial stroll. I found that the Grimtos Forest became the Grimblood Forest. The townfolkhad been indeed spared and were left rebuilding and happier, finally feeling like they aren't under pressure, even if the woods were littered with corpses.
"So after that, I started digging deeper, learning more and more about this strange new individual. He's first started appearing around two and a half months ago and has been carving a warpath through bandit tribes."
Taking a sip, Qrow glanced back at Raven.
"The Ravagers close to Higabana? Torn apart. The Ebony Owls near Kuzuyama? Burned in a large pile. The Untamed at Uisong? Every single one had been decapitated. The Devil Riders? They actually had survivors, but those were starving and crucified. All of em big shot gangs, eh Raven?"
He wasn't lying; each of these gangs had certain infamy among Anima's most wanted, some like the Devil Riders and Emerald Bloods being especially deranged and brutal...and yet they were all slaughtered by one man and his dog…
"How does he do it?" She spoke up, swallowing her dread and reaffirming her stone mask. "What's his semblance?"
"Doesn't have any as far as people could guess, just a lotta guns." Qrow crossed his arms. "Hell, some people even speculate he doesn't even have an Aura but relies on his suit. Doesn't make him any less dangerous."
If the suit was all he had for a defense that could be used as an advantage; find its weaknesses, exploit them and get the fool out of the armor, then finish him off.
However on paper everything sounded easy; she had seen him shrug off bullets as if it was nothing and when she rushed him, she intended on a killing blow or at the very least to cripple him. Instead, she only managed to chip his paint job…
"Still for someone who doesn't have an Aura or a Semblance he put a lotta guys 6ft deep." Qrow sighed. "Even if most of them were scum, it's pretty terrifying."
"I'm surprised you didn't try to approach him and try and get him under the old man's leash," Raven growled slightly. "I mean an unstoppable killer just seems like the kind of thing Ozpin would like…"
"Oh shush you." Qrow shot back. "I already had to fly around just to find out who this guy is, all while keeping Ruby and her friends safe. Once I get to Haven and we're all settled down, I was gonna wait for when Oz gets back and inform him."
"Ever the teacher's pet," she smirked.
"Ever the Bitch." Qrow sneered.
"Still you don't sound thrilled about it." Raven glanced at her brother.
"Because even if he is a Bandit killing machine I-" Qrow stopped, grasping his glass with a sigh. "I still think his methods are extreme. He might be a problem or he could be our greatest weapon; it all depends on how they really are. Most rumors did try to paint him as some sort of heroic badass but well...ya can't ignore the sadism."
"So that's why I wanna talk to Oz beforehand." Qrow frowned. "Teacher's pet enough for ya?"
"No, I think I got my answers." Raven sighed. "If you want you can leave now."
Qrow eyed her, his glare softening. He took a large gulp from his glass and placed it down.
"Ray look…" He leaned back, his face shifting to insecurity. "I think it's best if you quit the Bandit gig."
"Oh, and here we go again." She growled. "You an-"
"Raven please!" Qrow stopped her. "Just for once let me finish; it's not about what you're doing it's for your safety!"
The tone he had taken, something within her heart had swelled. The last time she had heard Qrow take up that tone, was years ago when she found him deep into several bottles, crying his head off as he hugged her.
After Summer died.
Or that time back in Beacon when she had been nearly killed by one of Salem's goons and had been hospitalized, or that one time when she had gotten lost from the tribe when they were kids and her dad dragged her back to the camp via ear-pull.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Alright." she leaned into her seat. "Lay it on me."
"Thank you." the tone was genuine, and he seemed to ease up slightly. "Look, that guy? This Wanderer? He's a tough nut. He's wiped out several tribes by himself, and I'm not talking about dumbass road muggers or highwaymen, but hardcore organized clans that have a long mean streak. Now the Branwen tribe is under his radar and he's not gonna stop till he finds your camp and wipes it out.
"On top of that you have the Queen and her pawns to deal with; You know where the Spring Maiden is and they are gonna knock at your camp at one point whether you want it or not. You have two groups gunning for you, so the whole "lay low" plan has gone to shit.
"However what you can do is give up and leave while you still can." He tapped his chin. "Take a portal to Vale and go to Taiyang; stick with him. Yang is gonna be happy to finally meet you, it's quiet and most importantly is safe; The Wanderer is gonna look specifically in Anima and if he finds the camp he's probably gonna raze it, kill the people there and leave and you won't ever have to see him again.
"As for Salem, while she may still be looking for you, you'll have a better chance with us; Ozpin has a Plan, and as long as we stick together, we can beat her back!"
"So you want me to leave my tribe and cower?" Raven spoke in a calm yet tense tone. "Leave our family behind to fend for themselves, so that I can survive?"
"They are not our family." Qrow, while desperate, made his frustration clear. "You are my family! Taiyang,Yang and Ruby! For the Brothers' sake, please just come back and stop being stubborn! Is it really a tribe of unwashed vagabonds who pillage and kill civilians for monetary gain and who wouldn't bat an eye if you died more important than your fucking loved ones?! Your husband who proposed to you! Your own Brother?"
"I-I..:"
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, several of them stuck in a war of attrition. If it had been any other situation she would have told him to stick it where it hurts and left. The tribe could handle Salem and Ozpin, they could handle the world themselves.
But this Wanderer? He was a direct threat.
Salem had an amount of caution in her plans; she didn't directly send her goons in the middle of a school night to bomb the place, or arrived there herself; she used the people against each other to bring them down. It's why the tribe worked; though they were bandits all of her men and women were loyal; they wouldn't accept bribes, and to betray the tribe is a crime most serious. Recruiting new people was a long process to make sure that they were both loyal and strong.
You were born into the Tribe; to be part of it was a privilege. So infiltration was harder.
However, the Wanderer didn't infiltrate or slither in the dark; he made his intentions quite clear when he butchered her tribe members.
If Salem was a slippery, subtle, and manipulative Snake that spread a plague of distrust and hatred, then the Wanderer was a power-armored Bear rushing through your home while blasting music and armed with a cannon.
And the thought of being blindsided by both was NOT good.
The idea of retiring from the Bandit life and settling down with Taiyang started to sound more...pleasant. But that raised another problem.
Her.
She had to go, she had to...think over some things.
"I…" Raven clenched her fist. "I need to go, I can't take this right now."
"Are you serious right now?!" Qrow's expression seemed pained yet his voice had risen. "You're gonna leave me hanging?!"
"I need to think things through, I can't just run away from the Tribe, I have a responsibility!" She sneered. "I'm not going to let our Ancestor's legacy hanging because I was too much of a coward to face one threat!" She rose up, her blade hanging from her hip. "I'm going to find a solution that doesn't involve leaving the Tribe to die!"
Qrow glared at her, his face stone-cold.
"You're going to die, and it's not going to be pretty."
"If the Tribe can't withstand the Wanderer then we weren't worthy of still existing." She placed her mask over her face. "This is just another test."
They both silently stared at one another, their eyes connecting yet both refusing to falter. Raven turned her back and used Omen to open a Portal, leaving her Brother alone with whisky.
Whoever this Wanderer was, he was a threat to the Tribe and herself.
The issue was how to do it?
She couldn't send her men after him; she knew for a fact they would be slaughtered, and she wasn't willing to send her own men on a suicide mission. Hiring some assassin would maybe slow him down, the keyword being maybe. She doubted it would be as efficient; just a small roadblock for someone like that.
She could also do what Qrow said and leave the Tribe; Go to Vale, and hide but that would be temporary and she knew it. If it wasn't the Wanderer it would be Salem that would go after her and then it was the bitter end. So she was stuck with two choices; option 1 is to stand her ground and fight a monstrous bastard who will probably destroy the tribe She could still kill him if she used her maiden powers to their fullest; though he might take out a large bulk of the Tribe...which would leave them at and disadvantage and cause their fall.
Or she could run away with option 2, ignoring her Tribe's destruction, and return to Taiyang…only to get murdered by Salem. She might as well be putting a spotlight over her, strip, and yell like a howler monkey if she wanted to go with that option.
No, she had to find an alternative…
Rising from her bed, she covered her top with a spare shirt and used her scroll's flashlight to make her way toward the map. The rings under her eyes were very obvious as she rubbed them. The map showed the entirety of Anima, several spots and markers dotted the paper, representing landmarks, factions, and even Grimm-infested territories.
With a sigh she pulled out some of the markers and dropped them into the trash; those bandit clans had been destroyed by this certain someone…
Regardless, her eyes scanned the area; if she couldn't risk beating him, then maybe she could move the tribe. The only issue would be the location.
She couldn't just go anywhere, there was a risk of leaving a trail and if anything Qrow told her, her little stalker might be good at tracking. After all finding the Emerald Blood's main camp in their forest was an achievement of its own. A way around this would be to travel to coast and take a boat from there, but this came with its own problems.
Lake Matsu was the closest coast in the region, and though it was large she couldn't stay too long in it; too many heavy hitter Grimm like the smaller Lake-Feilongs and if rumors were true the Lake Matsu Nessie. Not just that but even if they stuck to the coast and they'd come out somewhere else, the Wanderer would probably also look through the coast, and which has a 50% chance he might follow the exact path they took and find out where they had docked and continue hunting them that way.
She could add 25% to the plan due to the fact that she'd rather stick to the southern side of Lake Matsu; the snow line was freezing cold and they would be under-equipped to deal with the elements. Then there was the idea of transporting the entire tribe. 127 people is a large number, especially when it comes to transportation. So many people would catch the attention of people, and they would leave a large trail.
They could try to mask where they went through, but with the number of people, this seems like it wouldn't work.
A growl escaped her lips, her eyes narrowing over the map; where she could lay low yet quickly return to both retake the territory before some other tribes think they can use her absence, to rise up the food chain. Yet it also needs to be hidden, hard to find, just like her current place close to lake Matsu. She needed a Fort, a Sanctuary, and a Home!
Her eyes widen.
Home.
Her head turned towards her bookshelf; an ancient tome sticking out of it.
Huh.
Time for some reading…
Hiyo lads, how you all doing?
I'm doing decently because I just finished my final school assignment but unfortunately celebrated to hard yesterday and ended up waking up at 3 am with a hangover today, so that was fun. Regardless this is chapter 4 of Wasteland Soul. A slower chapter but don't worry we'll get some action soon enough again! Now onto the reviews!
Zero: Well technically the point of the story was to make a Crossover that wasn't another New Vegas story like the other 100+ NV X RWBY stories. STILL maybe when I'm done with this I MIGHT make a sequel of sorts with the Courier. However that's a big MAYBE, and even then I'll have to find a way to bring them here and reason for their appearance.
Maksym Dola2009: I think you're mixing up games my guy; Fallout 2's Protag was the Chosen One. This is the Lone Wanderer from Fallout 3. Also no offense but did you have a stroke, my guy? I can barely understand what you typed. Please be okay dude, maybe drink some water since that always helps.
Guest 1: We'll get there when we get there.
Si Vis Pacem: No this isn't a sequel to a mod either. There's some head canon here and there but think of it as a Vanilla Fallout 3 run with Lore-friendly additions. Besides never played New California. Some friends told me it's OC-filled shit and Boring, and after the Frontier, I'm not wasting disk space on my PC if it's not worth it. Then again I don't know for sure unless I tried it. Also isn't there a TTW port for Mothership Zeta crew? Though I might be misremembering...
Agent 48: Interesting Theory my guy, though unfortunately, I'm going to have to refute it. You'll see what actually happed when it's revealed but I hope you'll enjoy it.
Guest 2: Yeah it's a Water-cooled LMG. Thing is that if it had been a POST-war weapon I would be finer with it because it would be an LMG made by raiders or junkers. But pre-war? Using fucking WATERCOOLED TECH FROM WW1?! Yeah, that's a no from me bruv. Also, the reason they designed it like this is cause Beth wanted a Gun that looks good on the Power Armor and found the Old Rifles too small so they scrapped them. I wish they kept the R91 and Chinese Rifle; were goddamned good weapons.
Guest 3: "Fallout 3 Funny Moments Season 16 part 1."
Guest 4: I'm not an actual OG player, since my first Fallout game was Fallout 3, but I did play through Fallout the Power Armor in Fallout 1 wasn't as op as you say at times. Sure when fighting the Khans you're basically fucking invincible, but the second you meet a Super Mutant they one-shot you with a Laser Rifle and Minigun. Still, overall, I am trying to make Power Armor feel POWERFUL. It's not the Doomslayer's armor or even the Nanosuit from CRYSIS, but it's a futuristic Exoskeleton with Polylaminated Plates that can take rifle rounds to the face and laugh. I'm going to do it justice. Also, eye crits there are the thing that carried my ass through Fallout 1's Deathclaws. Fuck man trying to take out the mother with THAT GUN was a pain...especially since at that point, it was only me and Tycho.
SilentKnight: You're actually onto something, though I'm not gonna say what exactly. That's a surprise...
Anyways that was another Chapter of Wasteland Soul! Cya ya'll next time!