p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"With orders from the elder scribe, Jessica returned Maxes hellfire power armor long with her plasma rifle and bag of medical supplies and ammunition. She also prepared all of the necessary supplies for their journey east to Maxes vault and the duo set of. Two traveling companions. A vault-dweller and a brotherhood scribe./span/p
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p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"They had been traveling east for two days now chattering about the enclave research and technology in general. The desert had been remarkably quiet for the Mojave and travel had been quick due to Maxes power armor and scribe Jessica being so energetic. But the silence gave out when a band of raiders crossed their path./span/p
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p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"I would have thought Maxes hellfire armor would be enough to deter them from attacking. But no these raiders had to be stupid didn't they./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Scribe Jessica retrieved her also modified plasma pistol from her hip and quickly applied her remarkably good marksmanship striking a raider in the shoulder, reducing him to a pile of green goo. Max too used the energy weapon skills taught to her by her farther to reduce a female raider to go. The duo crouched behind a bolder of sandstone both packing plasma./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"There were about 8 raiders not including the 2 piles of go. About 3 of them had laser rifles the rest with crude melee weapons. One wielding a rudimentary sledge hammer fashioned out of a lump of concrete on the end of a piece of rebar. Max took a shot but missed./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Come on Max dad taught you better than that./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"The raider thought he had the advantage now being in close quarters with his chunk of rebar. However he soon realized his mistake as the pneumonic punching power of the hellfire armor crushed his ribcage sending flying back 20 feet./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"The sight of one of the raider's strongest corpse thrown 20 feet back convinced these raiders of their stupidity as they fled further into the desert. Max taking pot shots at them all the way. She managed to get another two of them./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""I doubt we are going to have trouble with them again Max."/span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""No, I don't think there that stupid. Now only another 4 days of travel and we should arrive a vault 25 according to the geographic calculator on my pip-boy."/span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Geographic calculator? You must have cannibalized your pip-boy to make it do calculations like that"/span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Well in all fairness it's more of a terminal than a pip-boy now" explained Max, holding up her pip-boy and pointing at the small attached keyboard./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Well that's what I call an extensive modification" replied Jessica./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';" /span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"The duo pressed on their travel through the Mojave the desert falling silent once again. Jessica used her knowledge of plant biology to collect the edible desert fruit they passed. Occasionally they crossed the odd gecko but either it didn't bother them or it became a pile of green go. Two days had passed this way./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';" /span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""The night air in the Mojave is actually a nice temperature for a change. It must be good having the hellfire armor with all of its thermal control systems." said Jessica wistfully./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""It may be a nice climate in here but sleeping in it is uncomfortable. I think I may take it off to sleep tonight." said Max as she unsealed the armor's helmet and sat down next to Jess and the campfire./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Jess prepared a meal comprised of Nevada agave fruit and meat from one of the geckos that didn't turn completely into a pile of green go. Apparently Jess's knowledge of plant biology extended to cooking. Didn't seem to make a lot of since to Max but she didn't argue Jess knew how to cook. Pretty well to./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Doesn't look like anyone's been in this cave before. It's quite secluded so I don't think either of us should need to do watch duty tonight." Jess explained./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Good we'll need the rest. We should arrive at the vault tomorrow." Max replied./span/p
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p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Unfortunately for Jess and Max who had decided to take off the hellfire armor to sleep, the weather decided their day was too easy. The temperature in the Mojave plummeted and Max curled up next to Jess. Too cold to be nervous and too tired to put the hellfire armor back on. That night was one of the few nights that even the NCR who patrolled to Mojave to the east wouldn't wish for nuclear winter. Max wasn't used to sleeping in such close quarters to anyone else. Let alone someone she had only known for two weeks, but she felt strangely comfortable curled up to scribe Jessica. A feeling of safety even greater than the hellfire armor could provide./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"emspan style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"The human mind is a stupid thing/span/em/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"As she drifted off to sleep./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';" /span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Max woke up early the next morning feeling well rested and ready to go. She was glad that she had risen before the scribe./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Eager to get going, she prepared meals for them from the remnants of the previous meal. Packed up the rest of the camp. Slid into the hellfire armor. And finally woke up scribe Jess./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""You know you could have woken me earlier. You strongemwere/em/strong sleeping right strongemnext/em/strong to me" the scribe said slightly annoyed./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Never mind. I'll pack up the bedding and the tent. Then we can get moving" Jess continued./span/p
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p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"An hour had passed since they had left the cave. They would arrive at the vault soon./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"A bullet hurtling toward Max rickashaying of the hellfire armor. Max looked up and saw the marksman dead in the eyes./span/p
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p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"They had been traveling east for two days now chattering about the enclave research and technology in general. The desert had been remarkably quiet for the Mojave and travel had been quick due to Maxes power armor and scribe Jessica being so energetic. But the silence gave out when a band of raiders crossed their path./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';" /span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"I would have thought Maxes hellfire armor would be enough to deter them from attacking. But no these raiders had to be stupid didn't they./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Scribe Jessica retrieved her also modified plasma pistol from her hip and quickly applied her remarkably good marksmanship striking a raider in the shoulder, reducing him to a pile of green goo. Max too used the energy weapon skills taught to her by her farther to reduce a female raider to go. The duo crouched behind a bolder of sandstone both packing plasma./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"There were about 8 raiders not including the 2 piles of go. About 3 of them had laser rifles the rest with crude melee weapons. One wielding a rudimentary sledge hammer fashioned out of a lump of concrete on the end of a piece of rebar. Max took a shot but missed./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Come on Max dad taught you better than that./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"The raider thought he had the advantage now being in close quarters with his chunk of rebar. However he soon realized his mistake as the pneumonic punching power of the hellfire armor crushed his ribcage sending flying back 20 feet./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"The sight of one of the raider's strongest corpse thrown 20 feet back convinced these raiders of their stupidity as they fled further into the desert. Max taking pot shots at them all the way. She managed to get another two of them./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""I doubt we are going to have trouble with them again Max."/span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""No, I don't think there that stupid. Now only another 4 days of travel and we should arrive a vault 25 according to the geographic calculator on my pip-boy."/span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Geographic calculator? You must have cannibalized your pip-boy to make it do calculations like that"/span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Well in all fairness it's more of a terminal than a pip-boy now" explained Max, holding up her pip-boy and pointing at the small attached keyboard./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Well that's what I call an extensive modification" replied Jessica./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';" /span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"The duo pressed on their travel through the Mojave the desert falling silent once again. Jessica used her knowledge of plant biology to collect the edible desert fruit they passed. Occasionally they crossed the odd gecko but either it didn't bother them or it became a pile of green go. Two days had passed this way./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';" /span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""The night air in the Mojave is actually a nice temperature for a change. It must be good having the hellfire armor with all of its thermal control systems." said Jessica wistfully./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""It may be a nice climate in here but sleeping in it is uncomfortable. I think I may take it off to sleep tonight." said Max as she unsealed the armor's helmet and sat down next to Jess and the campfire./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Jess prepared a meal comprised of Nevada agave fruit and meat from one of the geckos that didn't turn completely into a pile of green go. Apparently Jess's knowledge of plant biology extended to cooking. Didn't seem to make a lot of since to Max but she didn't argue Jess knew how to cook. Pretty well to./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Doesn't look like anyone's been in this cave before. It's quite secluded so I don't think either of us should need to do watch duty tonight." Jess explained./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Good we'll need the rest. We should arrive at the vault tomorrow." Max replied./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';" /span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Unfortunately for Jess and Max who had decided to take off the hellfire armor to sleep, the weather decided their day was too easy. The temperature in the Mojave plummeted and Max curled up next to Jess. Too cold to be nervous and too tired to put the hellfire armor back on. That night was one of the few nights that even the NCR who patrolled to Mojave to the east wouldn't wish for nuclear winter. Max wasn't used to sleeping in such close quarters to anyone else. Let alone someone she had only known for two weeks, but she felt strangely comfortable curled up to scribe Jessica. A feeling of safety even greater than the hellfire armor could provide./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"emspan style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"The human mind is a stupid thing/span/em/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"As she drifted off to sleep./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';" /span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Max woke up early the next morning feeling well rested and ready to go. She was glad that she had risen before the scribe./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"Eager to get going, she prepared meals for them from the remnants of the previous meal. Packed up the rest of the camp. Slid into the hellfire armor. And finally woke up scribe Jess./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""You know you could have woken me earlier. You strongemwere/em/strong sleeping right strongemnext/em/strong to me" the scribe said slightly annoyed./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';""Never mind. I'll pack up the bedding and the tent. Then we can get moving" Jess continued./span/p
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p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"An hour had passed since they had left the cave. They would arrive at the vault soon./span/p
p style="margin: 0cm; margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"A bullet hurtling toward Max rickashaying of the hellfire armor. Max looked up and saw the marksman dead in the eyes./span/p
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