Little bit of self-insert inter-companion communication. Which I find hilarious.
Sole hadn't been back in a while.
And better yet, they'd taken the dog.
Not that Dogmeat was a bad dog, it's just that there wasn't another gun beside her. Even taking Piper would've slightly reassured the band of misfits, who were all preforming their daily doings around Red Rocket.
Danse was cleaning Sole's power armor, left in the garage, another reminder of just how unsafe they were, wandering out there. He was silent, polishing the helmet with a rag. Deacon, in the absence of Sole was not so boisterous and loud. He'd quieted down in favor of reading a book Sole had once brought him. Aside from the turning of delicate, centuries old pages and the occasional squeak of a grime less T-60b helmet, there was no noise inside the garage.
Yet, under the awning, Cait was squaring up with X6. Curie stood at attention, alongside a worried Codsworth. Though he was sworn to Sole, he'd also started to care for their companions, seeing how important their health was to Sole.
But of course, they had to go and do stuff like fight a well-trained courser.
"Cait…" X6 warned, watching the fiery-haired former drug addict sway in a fighting stance.
"Don't Cait me, ya synth! I'll show ya how we do things in the Combat Zone!" what had gotten her into such a fuss no one knew. Nick seemed to have given up stopping the fight- he leaned against the building, smoking and watching the ensuing argument. "Think I could get one?" MacCready asked, coming out of the building he'd been watching Cait's shouting match from. "Yeah, Mac." Nick sighed, handing the mercenary a cigarette.
And whilst X6 prolonged his beating of Cait, on the right side of the building, Strong stood on the roof, looking confused. He'd been there all morning. Piper and Hancock were surveying the situation from the ground, the former's arm's crossed and brows furrowed and the latter with a grin on his face, chuckling slightly. "Looks fine, the roof will hold up." Hancock said, still laughing. Piper frowned. "Yeah. But can he get down?" she asked. Hancock shrugged and took a step forward.
"Hey, Strong! Can you get down?" he shouted up at the Super Mutant, who looked down.
"Yes! Strong get down on own!" Hancock stepped back and looked at Piper, and I-told-you-so look on his face.
"Strong! Come down!" she shouted, looking unhappy.
"Puny human no tell me what to do!" Strong replied. However, he slowly began to lower himself off the roof in a very awkward fashion. Piper and Hancock wandered back to the fight as Strong descended.
Cait had just run at X6, fists swinging wildly. "Jesus, what did he say?" Piper sighed, falling back into one of the seats Sole was wont to build and leave outside. Nick held up the package of cigarettes in her direction. She refused, knowing she'd pick up the habit again. He nodded at her refusal knowingly.
X6 sidestepped away from Cait, and she stopped her frontal assault, screaming a string of Gaelic curses. "Unrecognized." He deadpanned.
The ongoing noise carried over to Sanctuary. Preston ambled over, Laser Rifle at the ready. "Again?"
The garage door opened and its two occupants peeked out. "Yes. Sole has been gone for a while. This happens." Danse explained to the Minuteman, who sighed and turned back to the settlement that wasn't full of arguing idiots.
Everything went silent when Dogmeat dashed up and jumped on MacCready.
All heads turned to the only approaching road.
The blue jumpsuit was a dead giveaway. "Sole!" a chorus of voices, a particularly prominent whirring noise, and one "HUMAN." Even Preston ventured back over the bridge. Sole waved. "We'll have a party, eh?" they proposed, walking up to the old gas sign and placing a duffel on the ground. "Dogmeat, the honors?" Sole prompted and the dog opened the bag, revealing a lot of alcohol. "Impressive, right? I didn't pay for any of it." They said proudly. Nick looked into the bag. There were a few bottles marked with bloody fingerprints. "Dear lord." He commented.