IDreamofBunnies
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ECHO OFF...
Steve was quite handy really, the torch he had made, with the dead wood and that rag saturated with rat grizzle made an effective torch. With its strong, but flickering light he walked down the natural corridor of this long forgotten cave. Every so often he would mark his initials, SJ, on the cave wall using a rock to grind it out. Finally he could go no further, a cave in blocked the way.
"Hello. What's this?"
There was a human body partially buried in the rubble, it was dressed in peicemeal combat armor: dark green with some sort of marking of affiliation painted on the shoulder pad. The face and eyes had been partially devoured by animals. Steve felt the need to pull the body out, but he wasn't sure what would happen if he did.
His curiosity got the better of his and he began to pull the body loose, some more rocks fell down and the pile of rubble shifted about, but it all held together. Once it was loose Steve got to work. The clothes were not immediatly useful, the dead man was obviously larger than Steve, nevertheless he took the shoes and pants. The armored chestplate and his shirt were bloody and riddled with bullets holes, useless.
"Screw that, I'm sure I can find a use for the material."
And so he took those blood stained articles as well. The dead man had no weapon, perhaps he had lost it in the rockslide, A quick search of his pockets revealled an empty bottle of pre-war pharmesuiticals. Steven couldn't read the label but the smell was familiar, Buffouts. There was also an envelope, he opened it up and checked out the letter inside.
Wright,
Your man was right, the natural spring is safe to drink. I checked it with the geiger counter myself. The problem now is the raiders that call the place home, seems they have a super mutant merc and some serious firepower. No need for a confrontation for now, so I'm sending Steve back to you to get help. Get that one tribal if you can, I heard he's quite the player to have on your side and he's tough as all get out.
Fred Astaire
"Steve huh, have the same names my friend. Don't know who killed you but it looks like what's yours is mine."
Something clicked in his brain.
"Hey, why don't I get this letter to New Reno. Maybe they'll give me some props for the delivery. Beats scavenging really."
And so it began.
ECHO OFF...
Steve was quite handy really, the torch he had made, with the dead wood and that rag saturated with rat grizzle made an effective torch. With its strong, but flickering light he walked down the natural corridor of this long forgotten cave. Every so often he would mark his initials, SJ, on the cave wall using a rock to grind it out. Finally he could go no further, a cave in blocked the way.
"Hello. What's this?"
There was a human body partially buried in the rubble, it was dressed in peicemeal combat armor: dark green with some sort of marking of affiliation painted on the shoulder pad. The face and eyes had been partially devoured by animals. Steve felt the need to pull the body out, but he wasn't sure what would happen if he did.
His curiosity got the better of his and he began to pull the body loose, some more rocks fell down and the pile of rubble shifted about, but it all held together. Once it was loose Steve got to work. The clothes were not immediatly useful, the dead man was obviously larger than Steve, nevertheless he took the shoes and pants. The armored chestplate and his shirt were bloody and riddled with bullets holes, useless.
"Screw that, I'm sure I can find a use for the material."
And so he took those blood stained articles as well. The dead man had no weapon, perhaps he had lost it in the rockslide, A quick search of his pockets revealled an empty bottle of pre-war pharmesuiticals. Steven couldn't read the label but the smell was familiar, Buffouts. There was also an envelope, he opened it up and checked out the letter inside.
Wright,
Your man was right, the natural spring is safe to drink. I checked it with the geiger counter myself. The problem now is the raiders that call the place home, seems they have a super mutant merc and some serious firepower. No need for a confrontation for now, so I'm sending Steve back to you to get help. Get that one tribal if you can, I heard he's quite the player to have on your side and he's tough as all get out.
Fred Astaire
"Steve huh, have the same names my friend. Don't know who killed you but it looks like what's yours is mine."
Something clicked in his brain.
"Hey, why don't I get this letter to New Reno. Maybe they'll give me some props for the delivery. Beats scavenging really."
And so it began.
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