Took some time, but I managed to get this one updated! WOOP! Be prepared for some morally gray choices and an old friend from a ceratin third game!
Confidence Man! Pt.1
November 1st, 2287
Diamond City, Boston Commons
Nathan "Nate" Shaw
Recon Squad Gladius
Brotherhood of Steel
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"Everybody? Everybody! I need everyone's attention! I would like to address the subject that is on everyone's mind, and that is the disgusting article Piper has written... Diamond City has stood united for over 150 years. And what keeps us united are two things. First, is the great green guardian behind me. The Wall. Our protector and our savior from the filth of the outside. And second, is our faith and trust in each other. The faith and trust that has given us prosperity, security, and education for every citizen. And while the paper might point their fingers at synths and other ghost stories to drive us apart, we will not betray this sacred trust. Now I want everyone to hear these next words very carefully. I. Am not. A Synth. I am the same flesh and blood boy who grew on these streets. Who was born in a shack just down the waterfront to Martha and Patrick McDonough. And I will not abandon my city due to the heinous allegations of the press. God bless this city. God bless the Wall!" Mayor McDonough gave a rather dry speech to the people around him. In the crowd was Nate himself, and Piper side to side.
"He's full of shit!" A man behind the two sneered.
"C'mon before we go, I need a drink." Piper scoffed.
"Sure why not." Nate added.
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The smell of cigarettes and moonshine was thick in the room. All of the people unwinding from their evening of working at their vendors. Nate and Piper entered the inn to grab a bite to eat before leaving for Vault 114. As much as he insisted on leaving as soon as possible, he definitely needed some grub, and maybe a shot. First thing they see is the bartender talking with a customer armored in leather padding.
"Vadim, I need to talk." Another employee asked with a tense under his voice.
"Just a minute Yeffim." The barman, Vadim turned his attention to the customer. "So Hawthorne, there I am crossing river, right? Wearing nothing but a smile, when out comes the most dangerous of all sea monsters, A Mirelurk…"
"A Mirelurk?" Hawthorne repeated humorusly, "Come on. That's like, two out of ten points of danger. Tops. Now if you wanna talk something really deadly…"
"Vadim!" Yeffim growled.
"Oh! I forgot you were there, Yeffim. What is it?"
"You know what? Nevermind. I'll handle it myself."
Nate stood still as the tension died down and went straight for the nearby stool.
"Hey there, brotherhood soldier. What'll it be?" Vadim asked Nate.
"We'll have two beers. They're on me." Piper answered for Nate.
"Ah Piper, always a pleasure to see you."
"So what's your story?" Sitting beside Nate was Hawthorne. Trying to spark a conversation, "Scribe? Paladin?"
"Brotherhood Initiate is all. What about you?"
"Mercenary, caravan guard, a bit of both actually. I'm just kicking back and sharing stories while I'm between things. I've been all over. Seen vaults, prewar ruins and plenty of monsters."
"You've been to a vault?" Nate asked as he took a swig of his Gwinnett stout.
"Yeah. Ever heard of Vault 81? They're standoffish, but every once in a while, they'll let new people in."
"Let's hear your best monster story."
"I'm from diamond city. You wanna talk something really scary? Its the Institute and their synths. Don't go to University Point. Trust me. You don't wanna know what they're capable of."
"You explore old ruins?"
"Last place I was going to check out was Salem. Real old town far to the north. Never made it, though. Got a bad feeling about that area."
"You've definitely seen a good share of action."
"Yeah I sure have. Been thinking of joining this new group called the NCA."
"Oh them, they could use a formidable merc like you. If you make it to them, tell them Nate recommended you."
"Thanks, a brotherhood soldier vouching for me is grade-A awesome in my books."
"Don't mention it, kid." Nate finalized what's left of his beer.
Hawthorne stepped out to leave, but was stopped by Nate one more time, "Hey wait, that guy Sheffield. The NCA are stationed in a neighborhood north of here, take Sheffield with you, he could use a fresh start."
"Yeah, sure I'll talk to him." Hawthorne agreed and left the inn.
The two brothers afterwards arrived, "Oh no here we go." Yeffim sneered at the other side of the bar.
"Quiet Yeffim." Vadim approached with an annoyed look of disdain as he gave Nate and Piper their drinks, "All right, you. Tell me. Diamond City Radio-It's terrible, yes? Makes you want to cut your own ears off?"
"You mean Travis? He's not that bad."
"Bah, you don't know what you are talking about. This DJ, Travis, he is bad for our business. He makes all the customers unhappy so we must turn off radio."
"Okay so what's your point."
"Have you not listened? This DJ. Travis he is terrible. Makes me want to go back in time and prevent radio from ever being invented."
"Vadim!"
"It's true don't listen to my brother. Someone needs to get rid of him. We need a DJ for the radio. I don't think many would notice if he... you know, disappeared."
"That's a terrible idea." Nate concluded.
"I tell you, it would be easier than you think. You just talk him into following you out of town…"
"Vadim, why would you even consider this? Have you been drinking your own moonshine again?" Piper interjected this stupid proposal.
"Okay that's enough. Vadim isn't serious. He doesn't really want to kill Travis."
"Okay so what's really going on here?" Nate asked.
Vadim unleashed his deepest and genuine laugh from the bottom of his stomach. A tear almost dropped from his eye, "It's true. Only jokes. Travis is a good friend. Yeffim and I worry about him."
"Poor Travis… He means well, but he does not have the confidence he needs for that job. Or anything else, really. He does not believe in himself, you see? He expects he will fail at everything, and so he does."
"Well that can always be turned around."
"Exactly! This is what am telling Yeffim. Go on, spoilsport. Go back to working. We will figure out how to help Travis. Come, you. Meet me in back room. We discuss plan."
"Sorry, man I gotta get going, I gotta go find Nick Valentine." Nate stood up from his stool and walked for the exit, followed by Piper.
"Oh c'mon, someone's gotta help our DJ." Vadim cried.
"Hey I'll hear you out." A man showed up from the other side of the bar. Aside from his Pipboy, he carried a worn leather jacket padded with metal pieces, his gloves wore bolts stitched over his knuckles. A 10MM pistol slung in its holster over his waist, and a combat knife nestled on his chest. A belt of shotgun shells hung under his pistol. A triple barrelled shotgun hung behind his back. Everything about him was worn and bloody, a man built to destroy, but his hairstyle was as clean as his face, "Names Butch Deloria. What can I do for y'DJ?"
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Curtain Call Pt.2
November 1st, 2287
Trinity Tower
Mike Daly
NCA joint operation with the Brotherhood of Steel
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The trek through Boston Commons was slow, quiet and worst of all uneventful. Which put the whole crew on edge. The Cramped APC was hard enough when there was only one man in power armor, but now they have three suits. Rhys looked over to Michael who stood in front of him in single file.
"Hey Sergeant, you knew Nate before the war?" Rhys asked.
"Not personally, only from what the news has told about him. Lieutenant Nathan Shaw, famed War Hero of Anchorage Alaska." Michael explained.
"What did he do to receive such praise?" Danse added.
"He was there when General Constantine reclaimed Alaska from the chinese. It was Nate who led the last charge against the last Chinese stronghold. They say he was the one who put the final bullet in General Jingwei's head."
"That sounds familiar?" Danse mentioned.
"I'm sure you can ask him yourself when you see him again." Michael said.
"Alright ladies, we're approaching the Trinity Tower, gear up and get ready." Sturges said over the comms in the driver's seat. "Opening the hatch now." the door opened and all the troops exited in perfect order like a well made machine.
The three power armored soldiers stood ready as the remaining troops began their stance.
The aligned powers of Michael's group of NCA soldiers and Danse's recon squad have arrived at the trinity tower. The sharp spikes of steel hanging bags of blood and gore. A pack of mutant hounds are the first to greet the group, hungry for flesh.
"Contact, open fire." Danse shouted.
The four foot soldiers which consisted of Preston, Clinton, Lucy, and Scribe Haylen knelt their stance and fired rounds towards the first wave. The Hounds dropped like bags of bricks. Three supermutant brutes raced down with blunt weapons charging to avenge their fallen canines. The three power armored soldiers opened fire while the rest started reloading. The main floor was cleaned of all hostiles, and the coast was clear. Sturges circled around the APC to meet up to establish their plan.
Michael stood first ahead of the group. "Alright, here's what we're gonna do; our objective is to rescue the hostage, and kill every supermutant son of a bitch we find. A standard sweep and destroy op. We do our job right, and we secure the target, returning to ground level will be a piece of cake. Rhys, Sturges, Lucy, stay here and guard the APC. The rest of you are with us. Danse you're on point, I'll guard the rear. Is everyone clear on what to do?"
"Yessir!" everyone shouted.
"Alright, let's get going." Mike nodded.
Danse advanced to the front as ordered to. His rifle aimed firmly on the swivel.
"You only kill the weakest of us. It only makes us stronger! If they cannot kill a few puny humans, they are less than nothing!" A supermutant shouted over intercoms. This one must be their leader.
"C'mon we have a long climb ahead. Stay vigilant." Danse said to the group behind him.
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Confidence Man! Pt.2
November 1st, 2287
Dugout Inn, Diamond City
Butch Deloria
Drifter
Tunnel Snakes
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"Oh what's wrong Travis, you're not so tough when you're not on the air." A couple of lean greasers in leather jackets insulted the timid D.J.
"Look c'mon guys, I'm just here for a drink. I don't want any trouble."
"Oh yeah, well looks like trouble found you!" the Greaser pushed Travis to the floor. Both of the jerks laughed at his expense.
Butch walked from his chair in the corner to help Travis back on his feet.
"Hey c'mon man you can't just let these chumps step all over you."
"What? No, that could make things more violent."
"Hell no Travis, it'll only be violent for them unless you make it happen!" Butch raised his fists.
"Okay… Well… That's enough." Travis turned back to the two greasers
"Oh I'm sorry, d'you say something?"
"I said… I said that's enough. Leave me alone.
"Look at you… Hm lemme think about that for a second. Nah i don't think so."
"I mean it. Leave me alone." Travis's voice started to quiver.
"Sounds like you were saying or else. Were you Travis? Were you gonna say or else? I'm wondering what comes after that? What you gonna do little man?"
"I'll beat you up!" Travis yelled out his frustration with fists raised over his face.
"Big mistake, I'm gonna destroy you, and your friend here."
Butch and Travis brought down the two punks with ease even with Travis's lack of fighting, he really held his own. Butch finalized the brawl with a solid right hook and left uppercut. Sending him down to the ground.
"Oh my jaw! This isn't over." The greaser Travis was able to put down, groaning out his pain.
"I can't believe it, we did it!" Travis cheered.
"See what happens when you grow a pair Travis, yeah there just might be a solid pair between you yet." Butch handed him a bottle of whiskey for his bravery.
"I… I can't believe it! You were right! I… I got things to do now. Listen, really I can't thank you enough. If only she saw me." Travis limped his way out of the inn, not because he was hurt, but because of how shocked he was of what he could do. All Butch needed to know was that bottle of whiskey will be gone in no time.
"Hahaa! I knew he could do it!" Vadim praised.
"Yeah, all it takes is a little push and our DJ is hiking his miles." Butch cheered.
Vadim laughed out loud to the small joke, "I like you kid. Anyway let's get to our next phase of full proof plan. So the waitress here, her name is Scarlett. I'm sure you've seen her. Well I may be just a simple bartender, but I see how Travis looks at her, and sometimes I see how Scarlett looks at him." Vadim grinned a sly curve with a cunning wink.
"Oh yeah I see what you're saying. Where is she?"
"She's on break right now. She'll be at the wall, near the water storages."
"I'll go see her now."
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"Hey there, you Scarlett?" Butch approached the woman.
"Yeah and I'm on break so leave me be." Scarlett pulled out a light for her cigarette.
"I won't be long, I just have a question, it's about our boy Travis."
"Oh really. Did he mention me? I heard of the fight he was just in, hope he's okay."
"Oh he's chill, If memory serves, one of the things he said after he won was and I quote 'If only she saw me.' I don't suppose you know who that could be?"
"Really? I mean I noticed him and well…" Scarlett started to steam up in her cheeks as she threw away her freshly lit cigarette. "I don't know. I'm nervous… No, no I can't, i'm not ready."
"It's alright, sweet cheeks. Good people know how to wait, but great people know how to get'em right. I see how much you like him, and I'll bet he's got the hots for you too. All it takes is a push in the right direction."
"I see what you mean…" Scarlett looked over to Travis's trailer.
"Besides a good fight he gave those punks, a lot more girls will be all over him in no time."
"Alright, you win, I'll go talk to him."
"You won't regret it, I think I saw him with a bottle of whiskey too."
"Alright, you win. Hope he's okay." Scarlett made her way to Travis's place.
A smile cracked on Butch's face as he pulled out a cigarette of his own to light. The taste of nicotine slithers down his throat as he exhales his breath. After a haul like this, another shot at the inn would suit him nicely. Back at the Dugout Inn Yeffim frantically paced the floors in absolute fear.
"Hey bro, what's the happs?" Butch asked.
"It's those goons you beat up, they took Vadim!"
"Hey slow down, what happened?"
"The guys Vadim hired, they came back demanding their pay, but he refused, and so they just hauled him away saying they'll make him pay. Please, I know this is a lot, but he's my brother and I need to look out for the inn."
"Son of a bitch, Vadim. Any idea where they went?"
"Talk to Travis, he'll know where they went."
"Alright, I'll be back soon."
Butch races his way back outside.
Walking up the metal stairway to Travis's Studio, Butch urgently knocks on the door to find Travis, and Scarlett having a decent hang out.
"Travis, we need to talk. Vadim's been taken by those guys you beat up."
"Wha? No, no, that's not funny."
"I'm not kidding here, he's been taken."
"Oh no… No, this is all my fault. If I hadn't-"
"Don't do this to yourself, bro, what's happening is because of Vadim's greedy ass and those chumps. I need your help to find him."
"Oh… Okay, but if you're serious, and Vadim's been kidnapped, then I'm gonna help you find him. A good lead told me told me they're holding up in the old Beantown brewery. We need to go in there, get Vadim, and show'em who's boss!"
"Now that's the fighter I knew was in that D.J. let's get going."
"You got it, I'll go get a gun, and we'll end this."
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Curtain Call Pt.3
November 1st, 2287
Trinity Tower
Mike Daly
New Commonwealth Army joint operation with the Brotherhood of Steel
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"You fight well for humans. Now die like them. My warriors are waiting for all of you." The Brute antagonized over the intercoms.
Twenty-seven floors of exhaustion leaving mountains of mutant corpses, the blood and sweat spilled between the NCA and Brotherhood have carved a deep mutual sense of respect. Preston held close behind Danse to keep his back from being shot. Scribe Haylen was able to compare tactics with Lucy between blood baths. She even tipped her on a few more places that could have more tech. Michael remained on the firm shield of the rear. Regardless of the camaraderie this mission is going as well as it can be.
"Everyone, ammo check, how much do we have left?" Danse spoke to the group.
"I'm on my last clip." Preston checked his Combat rifle
"I have two more Fusion Cells." Haylen raised her hand.
"I have one more clip." Lucy checked her 9mm. She used up her rifle rounds on the last floor.
"Same as Preston." Michael spoke from behind.
"Alright, from here on, take whatever weapons the Mutants are using. Use your own bare fists if you need to. We need to reach the top of this tower." Danse explained masking the exhaustion in his tone.
"Ad Victoriam, Danse." Haylen saluted.
"Ad Victoriam?" Lucy asked.
"It's latin for 'To Victory'." Mike answered.
"Let's get moving people. One more push to the top." Preston kicked the group back in the groove on pushing up the stairs.
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"Humans, you fight almost as good as super mutants. Maybe we will put you all in a cage with Strong and Rex."
"Who's Strong?" Lucy asked.
"Cut the chatter, They're right above us." Danse silenced quickly.
"DIE HUMANS!" Shouted by a super mutant with a barrage of minigun fire drowning out the shouting.
He threw all the bullets at the door, giving Danse the full brunt of the fire. The rest of the soldiers took cover behind Danse, leaving Michael Daly to pass around Danse and tackle the Mutant shoulder first to the mutants face. Standing up from the bruised mutant. His gaze stunned in a complete daze, he couldn't comprehend the heavy metal boot crushing his skull. A splatter of blood and gray matter oozed under Daly's cleats.
"You alright Danse?" Mike asked over to his comrades.
"We're okay!" Danse shouted.
"You took a lot of rounds, Paladin." Haylen stepped out of the hall to ascertain the grounds.
"Thanks for that, sir." Lucy followed with Preston.
"Rex Goodman, where are you?" Preston shouted.
"We're over here!" Rex shouted around the corner of the shack.
Preston made his way over to see the man behind a locked door, "Oh, beneficent bard! Rescuers. You're all the first to actually make it to the cage. I think the super mutants killed and ate the others. Now get us out of here quickly." Rex praised.
"More of my brothers will be here soon. They know humans are attacking the tower." A hulking super mutant of all things walks in view from behind Rex.
"Why is that super mutant locked in there with you? Is he with you?" Haylen interjected.
"Oh yes, him too. He's harmless. Well, actually he's far from harmless, but he won't hurt us. Trust me." Rex assured the group.
"Since when do we trust the word of a super mutant?" Danse added aiming his rifle at the mutant.
"Strong will not hurt humans if humans rescue Strong and Rex." The super mutant that goes by, Strong explained as well as he could.
"See?"
"Why is the super mutant caged with you?" Preston asked.
"He defied his leader by standing up for me. See, I've given him a new purpose in life. I came here to teach these poor, ignorant creatures culture. I started with Macbeth. I guess they found it funny. All of them except Strong here." Rex explained.
"Strong learn secret to human power from Mack Beth. Milk of human kindness. Strong will find milk. Strong will drink milk. Strong will have secret power of humans.
"Yes, yes. Of course you will. When they grew tired of taunting me, they threw me in this cage. Little did they know there was a radio in here."
"They know. You bait to catch more humans."
"What? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Strong thought you know."
"See what I have to work with? I've promised Strong to have him find the milk of human kindness if we get out of here."
"And what will the super mutants do with Strong?" Lucy asked
"Throw him off the building. They're taking bets on how many times he'll bounce."
"Paladin Danse, a word please?" Mike pulled Danse away from the crowd.
"This wasn't part of the deal. We can't let that super mutant walk" Danse argued.
"I know, but then again a super mutant that found a fondness for literature could be something worth considering." Haylen added on the conversation.
"And this isn't the first super mutant the Brotherhood worked with. According to the reports ten years ago."
"Fawkes." Danse loosened his shoulders to the name.
Danse looked over to the view above the city.
"To Hell with this." Danse spat as he made his way over to Strong, "Let me ask you something, Strong. The milk of human kindness, what will you do with it?"
"Milk is secret to humans. Mack Beth say milk make humans strong. Stronger than super mutants."
"And what if we told you the milk of human kindness isn't what you think it to be. What if I told you the milk of human kindness doesn't give you strength."
"Then Strong will find another milk for strength. Strong will find another story. Strong will find strength."
"Is that right?" Danse nodded.
"Let me take the super mutant, we'll keep an eye on him. I think I know how to keep him in line." Mike added.
Danse was very hesitant, but what's happening goes against everything the Brotherhood stands for. Super mutants are a stain on this world, and yet there are rare times that is not always the case, "Alright let'em out."
Preston nodded and used the key found on Fist's body.
"Follow Strong. He knows the best way down off this cursed tower." Strong said while picking up Fists minigun.
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"So where'd you get the armor, Knight?" Sturges trying to break the ice with some small talk with Rhys.
"We looted it from some raiders. What about you guys, where'd you find an APC?" Rhys bounced back the chat.
"It was left outside near our settlement, it wasn't easy getting her back in order, but we got it nonetheless."
"Nice work."
"Hey there's movement on the balcony!" Clinton noticed as he was scoping the tower.
Above the roofs of the trinity tower was a group of worn down NCA soldiers, a Scribe with a haptic drive nestled in her arm and a hostage in the other, two power armored soldiers enveloped in mutated blood and bullet scars. The last to be seen was Strong himself.
"Hold fire, Rhys!" Haylen shouted.
Taking a quick aim at their Paladin he was received with a nod of agreement. As ordered, Rhys lowered his weapon, and held the rest of the soldiers down.
"Who's the Mutant?" Sturges asked as the crew regrouped at the APC.
"This is Strong, he'll be joining us to find the 'Milk of Human Kindness'." Michael assured the group.
"Seriously?" Rhys argued.
"Don't worry. We have an idea on how to help him out." Mike explained as they began pulling into APC.
Rex was the first to enter, along with the rest of the foot soldiers. The rest of the power armored units were the last to enter. Leaving Strong to follow on foot. Luckily his increased perks as a super mutant was able to keep him up to pace with the vehicle.
Inside the APC, Danse was reminded of the brothers he's lost to those abominations.
"How could it be right letting that thing live?" Danse asked.
"The Chinese we faced in Alaska were no better than the Mutants." Mike explained, his head lowered as the memories began flowing, "They would torture us, mutilate us from the inside. They'd ruin us to mere puppets ready to be clipped of our strings all in the name of their way of life. What people call their enemies is never black and white, and it never will be. Not even here."
"Nate taught me that. On our mission to find Brandis." Rhys chimed in on the conversation.
"Hey everyone, we're coming up on Rex's radio station."
"Oh splendid!" Rex cheered.
After returning Rex to his Radio station, the NCA detoured to the Cambridge Police Station. Recon Squad Gladius reached their departure. Rhys and Danse exited the vehicle first, following Haylen.
"Thanks for the backup, Brotherhood." Mike appreciated the three soldiers before him.
"Likewise, nice to see the Minutemen are learning from their mistakes." Rhys said with a sneer gifted from Preston.
"Till next time, brothers." Mike saluted as the APC closed shut. He saw enough of the three brotherhood soldiers to see their returned salute.
"Wait!" Rhys quickly halted with success, "Before you go, let me give you something." Rhys raced back inside the police station. He took some time, but he returned to the group with a book in hand, "Give this to Strong, maybe he'll find a clue to the Milk of Kindness in there."
"Hmm, I'll see what we find." Mike said as the APC closed shut.
"Interesting ghoul." Haylen commented while watching the APC drive off.
"No, Haylen. That was a soldier. Just like Nate." Danse nodded to the two.
Rhys agreed silently as he went to the garage to depart from his Hellfire armor.
"So what did you give them?" Haylen asked.
"It's some book Nate found while we were searching for Brandis. I think it was called 'Starship Troopers'. Maybe if that mutant keeps reading, he'll be too distracted to keep fighting." Rhys laughed.
Returning inside the station, Rhys took a walk around the offices. He was starting to feel a stiff pain in his shoulder.
"Need a patch up?" Haylen asked, walking over to the Knight.
"You're all heart, Haylen."
"Haylen?"
"That's your name isn't it? I think one of those mutants nicked my right shoulder." Rhys rolled his shoulder to find a quick slice of pain.
"C'mon lemme see."
Rhys rolled his eyes, discarding his jacket to show his firm back muscles. The heat built in Haylen's cheeks sparked like a match.
"Oh… Kay. Well the good news is that there's no serious pain, just a bad bruise." Just keep that shoulder from doing any serious work. You should just stick to patrolling in your combat armor. Give that Hellfire armor a break.
"Thanks, Haylen." Rhys pulled his jacket back over himself.
"Hey Danse, have you heard anything from Nate?" Rhys shouted over to the front room.
"No, but I received word from the Storyteller, he and his eyebot are on their way back."
"Good. Won't be long till reinforcements arrive. Can't wait to see her flying over this place." A lot of relief exhaled from Haylen's words.
Danse looked out the door to see their fort in excellent condition, "We'll be ready."
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Confidence Man! Pt.3
November 1st, 2287
Dugout Inn, Diamond City
Butch Deloria
Drifter
Tunnel Snakes
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Cleaning out the Beantown brewery, Butch and Travis made short work on the raiders inside the vicinity. They found Vadim tied down in the manager's office.
"Seriously Vadim, you thought you could double cross your way out of here?" Butch whipped out his signature switchblade to cut the foolish bartender's restraints.
"Oh thank you Butch, you're a true friend. Ahh Travis, is that you? Did you come here to help me too?"
"Yeah, I couldn't just leave you here with them."
"That's my boy, Travis! C'mon, drinks are on me!"
Butch stepped back to look at the nearby safe. The lock is impressive, but he's learned lock picking from the very best. The only friend he's truly known his whole life.
"Voilla!" Butch whispered as he opened to find a holotape for a beer recipe.
"Hey, Butch… I wanted to say thank you, for… For everything."
"Don't sweat it, man. You did this all yourself, all I did was give you a nudge. You should be thanking yourself!"
"Well yeah, but… Seriously, my whole life I've been so scared of what's out here, and being on that radio? It was nothing compared to being shot at or beaten. I have some things to figure out, but it wouldn't have happened if you didn't give me that push. Thanks for everything, Butch."
"No sweat. Let's get back to the city, I need a drink." Butch cheered.
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Unlucky Valentine Pt.1
November 2nd, 2287
Vault 114, Park Street Station
Nathan "Nate" Shaw
Recon Squad Gladius
Brotherhood of Steel
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"How are you doing in there Valentine, want a snack?"
"Keep talking Meat Head, it'll give Skinny Malone more time to think about how to bump you off."
"Don't give me that crap, Valentine? You know nothing, you've got nothing."
"Really? I saw him writing your name down in that black book of his, 'lousy cheating at card shark' I think were his exact words. Then he struck the name across three times."
"Oh no, the black book-"
The gangster was too occupied to notice Nate sneaking on him, knife in hand now pierced in his throat. Blood spilling the crook to death.
"Nick, you in there? It's Piper!"
"Piper, holy shit, I should've guessed you'd help me out of this. Use the terminal over at the door to unlock it. We have three minutes before they find out 'muscles-for-brains' ain't coming back."
Nate opened the door as instructed to find their hostage in a dark room with only a single source of light. The shadows covered the detective's face.
"Ah, my Knight-in-shining-armor." Nick takes a step closer and pulls out a smoke. The light from his match showed himself to be glowing in rustic metal and glowing eyes. "But the question is, why does he come all this way, risk life and limb, for an old private eye?" A synthetic private eye.
"Nick Valentine? Is that you?" Nate took a step back to who or what's in front of him.
I always wanted to introduce Butch sitting in a bar minding his own business until a job shows up, and since Nate had to find Nick Valentine, he didn't have time to help out our poor radio DJ. Luckily an older and wiser Butch came to the rescue. Also my current fics, TLoZ: Gears of War is coming up next, hopefully somewhere this week.
Also I know some of these choices are OOC with the Brotherhood leaving Strong alive to stay with the NCA, but I think learning a few things from an old prewar soldier like Staff Sergeant Michael Daly. It can open their eyes. I mean Rhys was a hardshelled brotherhood knight, but he learned a few things from his rescue mission with Nate. War is never has an easy choice.
Here's to Creativity!
