John wakes to light probing from Mr.8. "Thank you, Mr.8. Continue guarding. I need time to think about our next move."
"Okay, let's get everything straight. I'm in Fallout: New Vegas. A game I played a while back. But I better not rely on that knowledge. That trip from the shack shows that this world is bigger than that game. Who knows what's changed?"
And to add to that, I've been turned into a kid, I'd say about 10 years old. But I've been given a really powerful crafting system that lets me destroy anything and make new things.
"But what should I do? I could hunker down in Goodsprings. There's water nearby. And although it would be kind of hard to get more rare components, I could probably build a good amount of robots here."
But, I don't know what plans the courier has. If they side with the Legion here, that could cause a lot of problems for me. Maybe I should go meet them to see what they're like. If I travel with them, I could easily get a lot of rare components and build stronger things.
"Both options are good. I think I should meet the courier first, then make my decision."
"Mr. 8, let's go to the saloon. I need to meet someone there."
Mr. 8's eyes swivel to you. "Of course, sir. Let's go at once."
As John goes to open the door, he stops cold in his tracks when he hears explosions and gunfire nearby. Peeking outside with his varmint rifle, he spots fires near the saloon, with heavy gunfire in the air.
"The powder gangers already I thought I have more time."
Looking through his scope, John takes stock of the situation. The people of Good Spring have made a barricade around saloons with boxes and wagons, most of which are on fire due to the Powder Gangers' dynamite. Fortunately, it looks like the power gangers have run out of dynamite and are now just having a disorganized shootout.
"Hmm, it's hard to get a good look at how many powder gangers there are. It's best not to take a chance. Mr. 8, go attack from behind with your flamethrower, and I'll take potshots from behind that house across the street."
Mr. 8 raises his flamethrower. "Of course, sir. I do so immediately."
John watches as Mr.8 attacks the powder gangers from behind. Then, he takes a deep breath and runs over to the house across the street. He lines up his varmint rifle, aiming at the nearest powder ganger he can see through his scopeāa thin guy wearing ragged armor, shooting from behind a box.
With another breath, he pulls the trigger, aiming directly for his chest. His varmint rifle makes no noise through the silencer. The bullet strikes true, downing the powder ganger in one shot. John freezes at the sight; he just took a life. And it was too easy. He did not like this at all. Taking a few more calming breaths, John retrained his scope, aiming for the next one, knowing it's either them or him.
The next one he has a good shot at is the one who's laying down fire with his 9mm submachine gun. Taking aim, he aims for the last spot that he hit the other one, hoping to make this quick as possible. A quick pull of the trigger and it's all over.
Looking around, John noticed that the gunfire had stopped. That was the last one. Taking more calming breaths to keep his hands from shaking, John starts walking towards the saloon to find Mr. 8.
Walking towards the saloon, John sees Mr. 8 with a hit on him, but otherwise okay. Then, John notices two women talking to Mr. 8. A woman with brown hair done up in a bun, with a dog at her side and a rifle in her hand. "That must be Sunny Smiles." The other woman is different. She's tall, a head taller than Sunny, and has wavy black hair, wearing lightweight metal armor.
The woman with the waving black hair looks towards you with a smile. "I saw you take out that guy with the submachine gun and thanks for that. My name is Taylor, a courier for the Mojave Express."
The brown-haired herald girl kneels down to your level. "Yeah, we're all pretty much out of ammo at that time, so you really helped out. Especially when you sent us Mr. 8 to help us. My name is Sunny Smiles."
John looked at them with a smirk. "Well, I wasn't gonna just sit there doing nothing when I could be doing something. My name is John, by the way. I'd like to talk to both of you about something."
