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"ATTENTION IDIOTS!" A voice boomed and echoed somewhere above my head, jolting me awake. "Mnh wh-huh?" Cass muttered blearily, coughing into my neck. I was too groggy to vocalize. "At our current speed, we are approximately half an hour away from initial firing range. Give or take," the voice buzzed, a little more clearly this time. It sounded like... was that Sally? It could've been Moira. I couldn't tell who it was beyond 'female.' "All combat personnel are to report to action stations immediately.…
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You know, I can accept the fact that we're in space. No problem. I mean... we're going to the Moon, after all. So that makes sense. I can No, the thing fucking with me And that's kind of the problem, really – I couldn't prepare for this. I was very much aware that I was staring out into oh fuck me everything is spinning why is everything spinning please make it stop "Right, so... run this by me again?" Cass said somewhere ahead of me, as the four of us walked along a curved corridor. I grit my…
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The All around me, I could hear the faint sounds of bickering, and arguing, and incoherent shouted hysterics thanks to this news. The noises were buzzing around my head like wasps, and I couldn't really make sense of any of it. I wasn't paying attention. Chris and I were just standing there, looking up at the screen in silence. "You seem to be taking this very well," I broke the silence, turning to Chris. He just kept staring up at the screen with that confident smirk of his. "To be honest?" He…
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Most of us were in the security station's antechamber, staring at the wall of monitors. Yes Man was transmitting the video feed from the last cell, where Tuera was still chained up. Chris was sitting opposite her in a metal folding chair, having volunteered to interrogate her; he was, after all, the only one here with any recent experience with the Enclave. He certainly had the most experience In theory, anyway. No matter what questions he asked, Tuera just kept responding with the same phrase, over and…
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I stared at the severed metal head in my hands. Looking at it up close, it obviously wasn't like those robots used by the ZAX ai. I suppose I only made the connection because both types of robots were more humanoid in appearance than something like... like a protectron or a sentry bot, say. But those ZAX robots had a distinct skeletal appearance to them, and the heads looked like I tossed the robot head aside, and surveyed the carnage all around. Because really... 'Carnage' is the only word that could…
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Doubt. There were a great many thoughts roaming about inside my head at the moment, but the one thing that seemed to override everything else was an overwhelming sense of doubt. The assassin hadn't reacted at all when I tried to talk to her. No reaction from my name. No reaction to the name "Tuera," either. I was mentally going over all the other encounters with her over the last two months... And I was starting to question whether or not I'd All the connections I'd made in my head, pointing to this…
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Crunch. Dead cazadores littered the ground in almost every direction. It was impossible to walk more than two steps without stepping on one, and hearing the sickening crack of chitin snapping underfoot. Off to my left, Roxie and the other mutt – Dogmeat, I think – were playing tug of war with a surprisingly meaty cazador leg. And off to my right was my car. She was covered in slime and insect parts, but thankfully completely undamaged. "Don't you worry about a thing, babe," I said, lovingly patting…
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It had been a very long week since my fight in Cerulean Robotics. On the one hand, Los Zorroz had been pretty effectively broken after I killed Vulpes. Losing all of their leadership and so many men in their failed attack on The King had definitely taken a toll, and they weren't nearly as effective at causing chaos as they had been before. But on the other hand, they were still Of course, it wasn't just the fighting keeping me busy, either. Apart from cleaning up Freeside (which, as an added bonus,…
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FREE Those were the only letters left on the Freeside sign. There were plenty of other telltale indications of yesterdays shootout all around this intersection – bullet riddled building that were blackened from gunpowder and splattered with blood, a few fresh craters on the street to rival the other potholes, a few securitrons rolling up and down the boulevard on a new patrol – but the broken sign was the most obvious. I turned around and looked back at the ruined walls of The King's place. Okay, it…
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"Alright Boss," Raul leaned against a nearby wall, keeping himself hidden from sight. "So, what's the plan?" "I go over there, and give Vulpes a piece of my mind, that's what," I said, staring at Cerulean Robotics through a pair of binoculars. Cass, Raul, Boone, and I were inside the top floor of one of the abandoned buildings adjacent to Cerulean Robotics. We weren't on the roof, because Yes Man was directly controlling a nearby securitron, and that giant metal box with a TV for a face would've drawn…
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