> Help Saint program the robots so they can defend themselves. Build more so they can truly have a chance in this dangerous island.
> Once you are done take a dead robot's head so the tribals leave you alone.

Sun rays filter across the blinders and hit you and your companions in the face, slowly waking you all up. You had a good night of sleep, it was dreamless, but it was restoring. Saint, the artificial intelligence that controls the settlement of Tomorrowland where you have settled slowly opens the windows and in the kitchen a few rooms over activates a couple coffee brewers to make you all breakfast, he even goes as far as putting on some nice and relaxing music, unfortunately the mechanisms he has to work with are far from functioning, one of the two coffee brewers that he turns on ends violently exploding and covering everything with scalding hot coffee and bubbling cream, several of the windows never end opening up, and the few the ones don't do it all the way, and the music? Well, you are sure that it originally sounded pretty well, but playing it on centuries old cracking speakers that make it sound like otherworldly screeches isn't the most relaxing of sensations. You still appreciate the gesture, its clear that Saint aims to please, he was designed to be the perfect intelligent home after all.

You all wake up, eat breakfast (including the coffee that Saint had prepared, which turns out to be surprisingly good), and take turns to shower and relieve yourself on the only functioning bathroom of the building. Once everybody is sated and clean the hard work begins. Together you are guided by Saint and descend to the basement where the creators of Tomorrowland stored and worked with the robotic workers that once inhabited these streets. Those robots were designed to be the ideal workers, they had countless of safety protocols installed on them and most even had their internal weaponry disabled. JC, being a robot itself and the most skilled in hacking and programming gets into the internal mainframes and starts changing code and rewriting entire libraries to turn those same pacifist robots into tribal killing machines. In the meanwhile the rest of you do all of the grunt work, and head out into the city in the search of scrap metal, resources and broken bots to repair and upgrade them.

>>4751745

Thanks to your power-armor and your already impressive strength you have no trouble to do this kind of grunt work, you even end moving the heaviest scrap like wrecked cars or entire piles of dead bots. Juniper isn't the most athletic person and you can see that she struggles to pull some of the heaviest components, but he nonetheless works hard and does her best. Maggot on the other hand seems to be happy with the scrounging and recycling, perhaps due to his raider nature he's already used to live and survive with whatever scraps are at hand. but the final result is way better than any of you had expected. It takes an entire day of hard and excruciating work but at the end, it is all worth it.

JC repairs as many robots as he can, activates their internal weapons and uses the scrap metal to craft spiked armor and blades that will cover their bodies and limbs. And then, with a push of a button every one of the robots gets online, a dozen Protectrons and Mr.Handies turn on at once, warm blue lights glowing from their insides and their circuitry and joints spewing sparks as they begin to move and head out to patrol the streets.

"I... I can't believe it!" Saint speaks from one of the speakers as he witnesses the same robots that he had seen die years ago come back to life, and this time as warriors instead of mere sacrifices.

"You won't be alone again Saint." You reply. "And they won't be hunted down without a fight, I can assure you that."

"How... how can I repay you? I don't think I can!"

"Just let us rest here one more night, let us take some of the food and water on your reserves and also use some broken robot pieces that we couldn't repair so the tribals don't attack us and that'll be enough. We didn't do this for the reward you know? Sometimes people just have to help each other." You say, looking at the CCTV camera that Saint is using to look at you all.

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>>4751747

"I... fuck. We got a problem."

"What's wrong?" Asks JC.

Suddenly from the exterior you hear a blood curling screech, followed by several others and the sound of banging metal.

"Dozens of tribals are gathering around town, some are already attacking the gates, my cameras don't reach very far so I couldn't see them approaching. They, they seem really mad."

"Any idea why?" Juniper says as she cocks his shotgun.

"They probably think you all have been meddling and summoning evil spirits or something like that. I mean, they believe that robots are evil spirits and that's why they kill them, but you all instead have entered here and repaired them. They might even think that you Diego are a demon because of your Power-Armor. Fuck! You... look you all have done more than enough to help me."

Suddenly with an hydraulic hiss a hatchet in the floor several rooms away opens up.

"This path leads to the sewers, I sealed it because radroaches and rats constantly entered into the settlement and harassed the robots and chewed on the wiring. Take it and it will lead outside of town, into a safe area. I'll deal with the tribals, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time..."

> Agree and escape across the sewers. Continue searching the Fortress.
> Agree and escape across the sewers. Return to the beach where your seaplane is, fly it to Tomorrowland and use the seaplane's mounted guns to help Saint in the fight. Then land it on the main street.
> Decline and stay here, fight with him and defeat the tribals.
> Other options, write in.

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>>4751743
Welcome back!

>>4751753
> Decline and stay here, fight with him and defeat the tribals.
> Tell Juniper to take cover somewhere, since they're the weakest of us.

Escape is all fine and dandy, but what if Saint fails or some of them escape regardless of outcome and continue following us, but now filled with hate and seeking revenge?
And also fuck em for being retards and stalking us in the first place.

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Fuck it, I have to make up for lost time. So I'll only wait for an hour or so before writing a reply. >>4751789 wins, writing now.

heck

>>4751753
> Decline and stay here, fight with him and defeat the tribals.
> Tell Juniper to take cover somewhere, since they're the weakest of us.

"Thanks, but no thanks." You say, as you unholster your Laser Pistol and load a fresh Fusion Cell. "We will stay and fight, these crazed tribals are all allied with the High Evolutionary and will try to hunt us down relentlessly. On this dammed island the only good tribal is a good tribal."

"Yes! Fucking rage!" Maggot exclaims as he grabs some Psycho and injects itself with it straight on the neck, doing it so wildly that he even sprays some blood across the walls.

"Let's blast these fools." JC adds cocking his gun arms and energetically revving his engine and burning some rubber.

Juniper too gets ready to get out and fight but before he can speak you stop her.

"Wait, Jun, stay here and defend Saint's mainframe. I'm sorry you'll miss the fight, but you are our only wait out, without you are are trapped on this island, and if we end trapped we are as good as dead. Besides, if they somehow damage Saint's mainframe the robots might go haywire and end attacking everyone on sight, making an even fight into a bloody genocide."

"Y-yes." Juniper nods as he walks towards the great supercomputer that hosts Saint's being and readies her guns.

The rest of you get out and head into a chaotic battlefield, dead robots and tribal corpses scatter the streets everywhere. Modified Protectrons and Mr. Handies cross the streets spewing plasma balls, laser bolts and wild flames. The robots are clearly superior, they have reinforced steel bodies and energy weapons, whereas the tribals only have leather pelts and primitive weapons and bows. But what the bots have in power they lack in numbers, there are only a few dozen robots, and at least a couple hundred tribals. It seems like joining the robots instead of attacking them struck a nerve, in their eyes you did something incredibly taboo and forbidden, and you all will have to pay.

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>>4751878

Luckily for you the walls that surround the small settlement are still holding up and are the reason as of why only a few tribals have managed to cross so far.

Up ahead the main entrance gate continues half open, its mechanisms are too damaged to fully close or open and have created a bottleneck that has forced the tribals to slowly enter instead of pouring all in. Slowly the old and rusty gate starts to bend inwards, the swarm of angered tribals are twisting the metal and breaking the doors, and when that happens nothing will stop them.

> There's a water tower not very far away from your location, the steel beams that hold it are rusty and some have even started to bend from old age and the water's weight. Use your Thermal Cleavers and the Grappling-Hook to damage the tower and push it into the swarm of tribals that are trying to enter.
> You are strong enough to lift car wrecks above your arms. Throw cars at the incoming enemies and have Maggot and JC be ready to open fire at them and cause their internal nuclear engines to meltdown and violently explode.
> Order the robots to swarm the entrance and create a wall of laser and plasma fire to stop the incoming enemies. Stand with them. Superior firepower will beat their superior numbers.
> Order Saint to seal all the different houses and start filling them with propane. Then order him to hide all the robots and hide with your companions as well. When the tribals come entering into the houses looking for you all have Saint turn on the kitchen's ovens so they all explode and take as many tribals as possible.
> Other options, write in.

>>4751887
> There's a water tower not very far away from your location, the steel beams that hold it are rusty and some have even started to bend from old age and the water's weight. Use your Thermal Cleavers and the Grappling-Hook to damage the tower and push it into the swarm of tribals that are trying to enter.

If there's chance for it, can we try to horizontally weld the beams onto the gate to reinforce it and block the entrance a bit?
Seems doable if we can lift cars and have the 1000° claws.

>>4751887
> There's a water tower not very far away from your location, the steel beams that hold it are rusty and some have even started to bend from old age and the water's weight. Use your Thermal Cleavers and the Grappling-Hook to damage the tower and push it into the swarm of tribals that are trying to enter.

>>4751933
>If there's chance for it, can we try to horizontally weld the beams onto the gate to reinforce it and block the entrance a bit? Seems doable if we can lift cars and have the 1000° claws.
If we crash the water tower onto the entrance the remaining debris will also block the gate yes. We could later use cars and broken robots to further pile up the strap and better block the gate. On top of that if we cause the cars and bots to explode we will not only kill any of the tribals that might be climbing at that moment but we would also cause the metal to melt and weld together while also making it radioactive.

Our claws are not powerful enough to weld metal, but our Thermal cleavers are. What we could do with our Tesla claws is once the tower has fallen down and everyone on the gate is wet and stepping on water we could use its tesla powers to electrocute several people at once.

>>4751975
Oh yeah, I meant Cleavers.
But if you say the debris will block the gate, then let's not bother. Better a steady stream of idiots than them trying to find a new entrance and pouring in.

Do tell the bots to move out of the way, don't wanna fry them accidentally.

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>>4751887
> There's a water tower not very far away from your location, the steel beams that hold it are rusty and some have even started to bend from old age and the water's weight. Use your Thermal Cleavers and the Grappling-Hook to damage the tower and push it into the swarm of tribals that are trying to enter.

The robots spread around you and flock to the walls to stop the climbing tribals. These wild savages were forged in the fires that this hellish wasteland created, they were shaped by this deadly jungle, only the strong ones survive, the rest are quickly killed or devoured. Their bodies are muscular and chiselled, their muscles bulging and full of rage pumping veins. Somehow they are strong enough to pierce cut the metallic robots with their misshapen crude blades and crazy enough to shrug off the violent energy blasts that they receive. They don't care about dying and their faces reflect it, their eyes are bloodshot, their mouths foaming, their tongues twisted and curled to scream and launch an endless stream of profanities in weird misshapen dialects that barely sound like english.

It looks like several tribes have joined together, they all have different tribal paints and hair styles, some wear colorful robes, others skins, a few are completely naked. These people only understand one language, and that is might and strength, and the High Evolutionary have plenty of that, no wonder why they became the rulers of this island so easily. Whereas most of the times they battle between each other they gladly join together when they have a common enemy, the High Evolutionary have been using these same tribals to battle Ohana, and while the nation state has better trained and equipped warriors their sheer brutality and resilience make it up for it. Until now you couldn't truly understand why Ohana, being backed by the Enclave no less, had so much trouble to conquer this island, but now that you have set foot here you are finally understanding it.

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>>4752133

Desperate times require desperate measures. Using your Grappling Hook you quickly move towards the Water Tower near the entrance and start melting the corroded and rusty support beams. Saint is apparently surveying the battle using the different cameras installed around town, at some point he understands your intentions and sends two robots to assist you, one is too damaged to fight and simply walks to one of the beams and self destructs to melt and obliterate the steel pillar, the other uses a plasma flamer to quickly melt the metal.

Once the three of the four pillars are damaged enough the tower starts to loudly shake and vibrate, its metallic structure crunches and starts violently bending down. The tribals don't notice it at first they are too focused on trying to squeeze inside the gate, by the time they finally understand that they are going to be crushed it's simply too late. They try to run, but they are too many. More than eight million of pounds of nasty water come crashing down onto them. The deposit was far from sealed, in fact it seems that the tribals that killed the old inhabitants of the settlement stored the corpses in the water. Blood and infected water floods the streets carrying with itself dozens of bodies, both new and old.

"Stay out of the water!" You scream as you overcharge your Tesla Gauntlets and see your arms get surrounded by outbursts of energy and a powerful corona of electric voltaic arcs. JC, Maggot and the rest of the robots do their best to jump into somewhere high enough to not be touching the water.

Before the survivors of the impact can recover you punch the waters and unload millions of volts of electricity. The energy discharge is so violent that several of the people and corpses around start catching on fire. Tribals die by the hundreds, the screams echo across the mountains and the valleys. Mutant parrots become startled by the yelling and start to fly everywhere loudly repeating the screeches that they have heard, letting everyone far and wide now what kind of massacre is happening here. If the High Evo didn't knew that you were around, now they will. If the parrots aren't sign enough then the tribals will be. You can see several fleeing in terror, they quickly enter the jungle and get forever lost. Surely one or more of them will somehow relay the message to their overlords. Let them know that you are coming. You have enough rage for every one of them.

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>>4752137

Your HUD gets full of warning messages, your electric gauntlets didn't only drain energy from their Fusion Cells but also from your own Power-Armor.

"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!" You then scream as you grab one of the least wrecked cars lying around and throw it at the wreck that the water tower caused. With a grunt you lift the car and throw it onto the debris filled gate, the car instantly explodes with a nuclear mushroom the moment it impacts.

Since when are you so strong, since when are you so violent? Have you always been like this, or has Hawaii made you into this monster?

Shortly after dropping the car a message that you had never seen before flashes in front of your screen. [POWER ARMOR OVERHEATING, ENTERING ENERGY SAVING MODE]

This Power Armor that you found is a prototype, one that somehow has an internal power-plant that allows it to function without the need Fusion Cores, but it seems that it has several limitations as well. This "ENERGY SAVING MODE" is nothing but a total shutdown of the servomotors that let you move the armor as if it were almost weightless, without them every movement its as if you were pushing a car uphill. Suddenly, a new message flashes.

[TIME UNTIL STANDARD ENERGY LEVELS: 5 MINUTES]

There's no way you can fight like this, and you can't stand five whole minutes standing still, the tribals will reach you and use their blades to pry your armor open like a can of sardines.

> Stay still and power through it, raise your Pistol and try your best to aim. Moving the armor might make the countdown last more time thought.
> Ask Saint to surround you with robots that will protect you while you wait for this "Energy Saving Mode" to finish.
> Use the grappling hook to lift the armor to an elevated and safe position and get out of it, then continue fighting.
> Other options, write in.

>>4752146
> Stay still and power through it, raise your Pistol and try your best to aim. Moving the armor might make the countdown last more time thought.

Let the fuckers come, we are not a regular human and our Power Armor is coated in Glow Sap. Sounds doable.

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> Stay still and power through it, raise your Pistol and try your best to aim. Moving the armor might make the countdown last more time thought.

>>4752146
> Stay still and power through it, raise your Pistol and try your best to aim. Moving the armor might make the countdown last more time thought.

The armor starts powering down, to save power the HUD turns almost invisible, your mechanical limbs become heavy and stiff, the circuits and coils stop cracking with electricity, the only thing you can hear are the fans in the back.

From the sides and the wrecked gate more tribals get through, the survivors of the crash and the ones that were in the back are now in the fronlines.

[TIME UNTIL STANDARD ENERGY LEVELS: 4 MINUTES]

With a grunt you raise your arm, what once felt light as a feather now feels like a thousand pounds pulling you down. Everything is hard, hell even shooting feels like a daunting task, moving your fingers is like digging across thick mud and only after only a few pot shots you start to feel a cramp building in your forearm.

Your laser blasts are dexterous, they tackle down and kill several tribal warriors but for each one that you kill two more emerge from the bushes. In the distance you can hear Jun's shotgun, the invaders have breached deep enough to even reach her. Grunting you turn your head from side to side and see JC surrounded by more robots battling countless of tribal raiders, Maggot on the other hand is jumping from roof to roof while chucking molotovs and pipe bombs.

>>4752903

[TIME UNTIL STANDARD ENERGY LEVELS: 3 MINUTES]

The battle is in your favor, the damage that you caused took a huge chunk of the tribals and your superior firepower will make sure that you win tonight, but who knows if you will survive to see the end of the day.

Right now you are in an incredibly vulnerable position, not only you are practically paralysed but you are also pretty sure that the seals in the back of your armor have gotten loose. From a design standpoint this makes sense, perhaps what kept your armor fully sealed were a set of electromagnets, ones that kept everything airtight as long as were was energy. This would allow soldiers to easily leave their armors in case their Fusion Cores run dry, instead of keeping them trapped in what otherwise would be standing sarcophagi. Unfortunately for you, this also means that if they surround you they will easily be able to pull you out and beat the crap out of you.

[TIME UNTIL STANDARD ENERGY LEVELS: 2 MINUTES]

You fire and fire until your barrel turns red hot. And then your biggest fear comes true. *click click click*. Your fusion cell is completely dry.

With a titanic effort you reload and put on a new fusion cell. The act of grabbing the cell from your pocket and moving it all the way into the pistol makes you sweat and feel absolutely cramped. Inside of your armor your arms and fingers tremble from the effort. You have never felt so tired and desperate.

[TIME UNTIL STANDARD ENERGY LEVELS: 1 MINUTE]

>>4752905

The raiders are now all around, several arrows fly past overheard, a few impact and ricochet, a couple even stick. Their grunts and screams echo in every direction. You once more raise your arm and empty the entire Laser Pistol in front of you killing at least a dozen. Then it happens, several of those primitive brutes jump from behind on top of you, the stupid fools end covering themselves with the glow sap and once the effects of the poisonous and radioactive fluid hits them they fall back onto the floor and start convulsing and puking blood. Unfortunately this won't deter them, once they find out that you are untouchable they simply change their tactics and start attacking you with swords and clubs from a distance. It won't be long enough until one of them manages to pry your armor open.

[POWER ARMOR COOLED - RESTORING NORMAL MODE]

Suddenly you hear the buzz of electricity, the fans spinning at full power, the servos reactivating and once more responding and aiding your movements.

"It's showtime!" You scream at full volume as you quickly reload and with one hand shot everyone to your left and with your Thermal cleaver mutilate everyone to your right. More and more come but they simply have no chance against your superior strength and firepower. Everything else happens in a blitz of red and white. You don't stop until you are out of breath, and your mutant physiology makes you take forever to reach that point. By the time you stop there's a mountain of corpses around you, your body is completely coated in crimson blood and gory remains.

You look around and see nothing but fires and enemy corpses everywhere. The few survivors are scattering around. The battle is over, you have won.

>>4752906

Limping slightly you walk back onto the same building where you slept, Maggot, Jun and JC follow you behind. You aren't damaged, only completely exhausted and bruised from forcing your muscles to push and move the armor around. The rest are also covered in soot and blood, with small bruises and cuts, but overall they are all fine. One by one you all slump on the couches and the floor. Maggot instantly fall asleep, Juniper opens a bottle of Nuka-Cola and starts checking her boy for wounds, JC connects to an outlet and his screen goes black, you simply get out of the armor and lie on the cold floor, idly looking at the ceiling.

"We... we won!" Saint's artificial voice suddenly chimes from across the speakers. "How... how can I pay you all?"

"Just..." You say in a whisper, too tired to speak properly. "Just let us rest. We will talk tomorrow." And after saying this, you instantly fall asleep.

Another dreamless night, another day where your children are at the mercy of their captors.

Saint once more prepares coffee, and he somehow once more makes a brewer explode, he too tries relentlessly opening the windows and putting on music, and he too fails. But at least the gesture is nice.

"So. You will be leaving today?" The AI asks, kinda disappointed really.

"We have to travel to the Fortress." You reply. "Any idea of where it is? We have a map but it doesn't says where it is, all we know that its north."

"That's what I thought you would say. It's a shame, I will miss having people here. The robots are nice, but they don't compare. But I understand it, besides this town is practically crumbling down and it doesn't has a water tower anymore. Living here would be pretty hard for organics like you. I... I know you said that you don't want a reward, but there's no way that you are going to go into that dangerous jungle empty handed. I have been thinking about how to reward you."

You stretch and yawn and see a robot bringing a cup of steamy coffee, the robot participated in the battle, there are several arrows lodged into his chassis and a thick and grimy layer of blood and human remains coating it all. Hopefully none of that fell on the cups.

>>4752917

"We appreciate it, honestly any help will be welcome. What's on your mind?" You say as you grab the cup and use your fingers to see if there's truly any human remains or blood in there.

"Well, there are still a few satellites orbiting around earth. I don't know where the Fortress is because it's a post-war location, and all of my maps are outdated. Perhaps I could link with one of those satellites and get you the exact coordinates of where you need to go. Hacking into these satellites will be hard, most will be military, some might even be chinese, who knows what kind of nasty viruses they might have for intruders like me. I could do it, but it will be painful. The second reward would be lending you several of my warrior bots, a small army at your disposal. The third reward would be a small sliver of myself, you see during all my years of solitude I tried over and over to build myself a friend, another AI to talk with, but they all lacked, a human component, they were either too robotic and cold or too identical to me. I only became who I am because I learned from another humans, and those Artificial Intelligences that I created had no human input to grow and learn from, they were unfinished. I reabsorbed most of them, but I could create another one that I could give to you Diego, it would be installed on your armor and would help you dispense med-x and stimpaks automatically, would help you if you suffer from more Overheating problems and could even take control of the armor and fight or travel for you. Travelling with you it would learn and become more and more humane. When you are done if you want you could return it here so I can have a friend... but your choice really."

"Mmmh..." You say, thinking which one should you pick. Clearly they all are small sacrifices to him. Reaching the satellites might hurt or even destroy him. Giving you part of his army would leave him almost defenceless and giving you the AI would literally cut a piece of himself and give it to you.

> Choose the location of the Fortress.
> Choose the Robotic bodyguards.
> Choose the AI.
> Other options, write in.

>>4752921
>> Choose the AI.
Oh hey, we are back. That was pretty awesome.

Seconding the AI.

We should have the robots burn all the remains in and around the compound while we take the sewers back to the beach to land our plane in the town. That way we can escape back to a closer location if need be, one that is guarded as well.

>>4752921
>>4752936
>>4753363
+1, grill the bodies and let's get our plane in here.
Can we leave JC until we return so he can teach Saint how to fix bots by himself? It's also kinda in our interest to make him self-sufficient. Ignore if he can do it already, it just never came up.

>>4752906
Diego Buenamatanza lol
I hope AI still manages to fix this place up eventually.

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Good morning everyone, I just woke up. Getting the AI wins, writing now.

>>4752936
>Oh hey, we are back. That was pretty awesome.
Yes we are! I missed y'all

>>4753363
>We should have the robots burn all the remains in and around the compound while we take the sewers back to the beach to land our plane in the town. That way we can escape back to a closer location if need be, one that is guarded as well.
Very good idea! I love the way you all ponder and think of the best course of action.

>>4753715
>Can we leave JC until we return so he can teach Saint how to fix bots by himself? It's also kinda in our interest to make him self-sufficient. Ignore if he can do it already, it just never came up.
I guess that several teams can be made. Maggot and the robots will collect the corpses and burn them, Juniper and DIego will return to the plane and fly to Tomorrowland, JC will teach Saint more about programming and becoming self sufficient. Good idea!

>I hope AI still manages to fix this place up eventually.
At the end of the quest there will be a prologue describing what happens afterwards. Depending on what we do in Hawaii Tomorrowland might become a thriving settlement once more or fall into chaos and become an empty and desolate ruin that will eventually become devoured by the jungle.

sexworktron

>>4752921
> Choose the AI

"Give me the Artificial Intelligence, it will be of great aid in our quest, and once we are done if the AI has evolved and evolved into a real personality I promise that I'll return and give it back to you, so you won't be alone ever again." You say, patting the mainframe where Saint is stored. Despite only having spent a couple of days with him you have ended getting fond of his gentile and servant like personality, you truly want him to have some companionship.

From a panel in the side of the great computer several lights blink and suddenly an orange holotape is ejected.

"That's me. Well, a fragment of me at least."

You grab the tape and put it on your Pip-Boy, a strange code is then downloaded and your HUD glitches for a moment.

"Welcome user. What is your designation operator?"

"Uhhh.. Diego." You say meekly.

"Welcome Diego. I am your new RobCo Operations Assistant. You can give me any name or simply call me ROA. I'll ensure your survival."

"Sure. Thanks Roa."

"Who is he talking with? Did he finally go full crazy?" Maggot then asks Juniper. She responds by rolling her eyes and walking away from the raider.

Apparently they cannot hear the Artificial Intelligence speaking to you.

"Boss? Ready to leave whenever you want." Juniper then tells you.

"We still have got some stuff to do. JC, stay with Saint and teach him as much as you can of programming and other useful combat and military skills. I'm sure that the tribals and raiders will attack this town again."

"Understood." The Securitron replies with a nod.

"Maggot, work with the robots and pile up the corpses to be incinerated."

"Fuck yeah!! I'm gonna make a dozen molotovs, I saw some Kerosene and vodka bottles around." The raider yells as he runs away to gather the components.

"Jun, you are going to go with me. We will return to the beach and take the Dreadnought. We will fly it here. That way if anything bad happens we will be able to retreat here instead of going all the way back to the coast."

"Sure boss. Happy to do so." The pilot says with a nod.

>>4754181

Everybody gets on their duties and you two use the hatchet that Saint had opened before to head out into the sewers and safely head out into the jungle. Saint hasn't seen anyone surrounding the settlement but you are pretty sure that the defeated tribals won't surrender so easily and are stationed around waiting to ambush you the moment you leave town. Unlike the sewers of Lana'i these are relatively clean and free of trash and toxic materials, you start walking them in quiet solitude but after a while Juniper starts to speak.

"Do we really need to travel with Maggot? He isn't of any help anymore."

"Well... He wants to see the blood games, if we leave him alone he won't survive. And he has been helpful so far."

"And a total pain in the ass as well."

"Yeah well, that too."

"I... I don't know. Yesterday he tried to spy on me during my shower turn."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, I saw him drilling a hole that connected with the bathroom in a lame attempt at looking at me naked."

"And what did you do?"

"I.. I let him. Despite his mutations he's kind of cute, and I don't know. I liked the attention."

"Well. I don't know what to say. You like him?"

Juniper sighs and shakes her head

"I don't know. I... I don't love him that for sure, he's a jackass. But to be honest I've started to learn how to tolerate him even more, and I have even started to find his antics kind of funny."

"Then why do you want him to leave?"

"Because I know I'm a fool and I might end falling for him. And raiders like him never last long. Loving him would be getting myself into a painful heartbreak in the short run. If the wasteland doesn't kills him the rads or the mutations will do, or perhaps an overdose or alcohol poisoning, or some strange disease. But you heard him, his motto is "Live Fast, Die Young and Leave a pretty corpse behind.", he knows that his days are numbered."

> Tell Juniper that after returning you will dismiss Maggot. He has already outlived his usefulness.
> Tell Juniper that we need him to travel the island and that dismissing him now would be cruel. Tell her to just ignore him and let it go.
> Tell Juniper that we need him to travel the island and that dismissing him now would be cruel. Tell her that you all will stay on Tomorrowland one more day. That he can take him on a date and go as far as she wants with him. That way if Maggot leaves or dies at least she will have the memory of it.
> Other options, write in.

>>4754182
Fuck, I meant to say hatch instead of hatchet. Sorry guys.

>>4754182
>> Tell Juniper that we need him to travel the island and that dismissing him now would be cruel. Tell her to just ignore him and let it go.
I think he's endearing but maybe you are going a bit too fast...

>>4754182
> Tell Juniper that we need him to travel the island and that dismissing him now would be cruel.
> Tell em to do whatever, but they should stick with Maggot and make him be careful if they ever wanna make it work.

What >>4754281 said, it's a bit way too fast for "love" and such revelations.
I started liking Maggot recently desu, he's a fuckup but showed that he has his set of skills. Feels like Krieg from Borderlands, but less crazy.

Also how do we make anons rejoin Nukaloha. From what I've read on /qtg/, posting a lot helps get attention.

>>4754335
>posting a lot helps get attention.
That would require us to have actual discussion, and we all seem to be mostly on the same page. Or rather, our schedules seem to be all over the place and we rarely have our few players all at the same time.

>>4754335
The /qtg/ is a cesspool of QM's measuring their own dicks.

My quest won't be overly popular: My work schedule is fucked up so only post whenever I can instead of regularly. This quest isn't full of waifubaiting, waifus rarely appear. And lastly my writing isn't the best, it's kind of boring and has typos or weirdly phrased sentences.

The people that left did so on their own volition. I have four or five players at most. And I like that way. You are all I need. I'm really happy with my playerbase.

Honestly, it's better to have a quiet and nice playerbase and a quest that only gets a few hundred replies than an army of screeching horny retards that flood the tread.

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>>4754362
>The /qtg/ is a cesspool of QM's measuring their own dicks.
>You are all I need. I'm really happy with my playerbase.
That's very based and I'm glad to hear that.

>And lastly my writing isn't the best
Oh shut uup. It good.

>>4754350
Yet the two of you responded, heh.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

There's a tie between telling Juniper to ignore him >>4754281 and saying that they should give it a try >>4754329

> Ignore Maggot
1

> Give it a try
2

>>4754465
I'll support that >>4754329 because why not.

All fun and games until our oddly androgynous friend gets Nukawaiian Jungle AIDS.

Abstaining from the vote myself though.

>>4754503
Nukawaiian! I love that term! I'll use it from now on! THanks anon!

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>>4754182
> Tell Juniper that we need him to travel the island and that dismissing him now would be cruel.
> Tell em to do whatever, but they should stick with Maggot and make him be careful if they ever wanna make it work.

"Like him or not he's part of our team now. Despite being...quite hard to endure and get along with his aid has been incredibly useful. Perhaps he's just a broken person that doesn't knows how to act in front of non raider folk like us. I think that we should give him a try. And, about dating him? Just wait until this is all over, perhaps you could teach him how to fly and get a nice business moving people or cargo across the island, you know a safe and honourable job that will let you two grow old. But...if learn from my mistakes alright? The wasteland is a place that keeps you constantly on edge and stressed. Don't let the wasteland ruin your relationships like it happened to me."

Jun nods and pats your shoulder twice before heading deeper into the sewers. The drainage tunnel that you are crossing ultimately opens into the beach, it seems like the people that built Tomorrowland didn't finish the sewage system and simply let all fall into the waters. The view is quite breathtaking, the beach and the ocean are absolutely stunning, the skies are almost clear and in the distance the sun shines intensely. A shame that this paradise hosts such diabolic people inside. Before the Great War Hawaii was considered a paradise on Earth, the nuclear bombs bathed everything on fire, but the planet has cooled down and recovered, plants and life have returned, the only thing that keeps this place from being a paradise are the dangerous raiders and all the other scum. You have two children now, you are afraid for their safety, and there are countless other people that also live in fear. You have lived with doubt for too long, you are sure of what's your mission now, clean the wasteland and make it a safer place, just like the Vault Dweller, Chosen One and Courier Six did before.

You look your map and see that you are only a couple of miles away from the location on your plane.

"Hey, look at this." Jun says as he handles you some binoculars. "There's a town a few feet from here. In the opposite direction to the Dreadnought. Looks like it was built on stilts over the waters. It looks inhabited. Want to visit it or go straight to the plane?"

> Let's go to the plane.
> Let's explore the village. If there are enemies we will be able to take them out. We need to clean this island of murderers.
> Other options, write in.

>>4754612
> Ask AI what it thinks about the view and if our armor can be tweaked to operate more efficiently.
> Let's go to the plane.

It might've found room for improvement that couldn't be achieved by software alone, since it's supposed to have all the deets and control.

>>4754612
>> Let's explore the village. If there are enemies we will be able to take them out. We need to clean this island of murderers.

>>4754612
> Let's explore the village. If there are enemies we will be able to take them out. We need to clean this island of murderers.

But let's do some recon on the village from afar first. That way we can sneak away if it's full of supermutants or something

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>>4754612
> Ask AI what it thinks about the view and if our armor can be tweaked to operate more efficiently.
> Do some recon on the village from afar first
> Let's explore the village. If there are enemies we will be able to take them out. We need to clean this island of murderers.

"Hey, Roa." You call.

"Yes, Diego?" It replies instantly. Juniper cannot hear it, and so gives you a weird look.

"Are there any ways you can optimise my armor?"

"Analysing, please wait...Analysing, please wait...Analysing, please wait..."

While the artificial intelligence works you look at Jun and proceed to explain what's happening.

"Saint gave me an AI, the orange holotape?"

"Oh yeah." She replies. "I saw it. What about it?"

"It's on my Power Armor. Calls itself Roa. You can't hear it. I'm not going crazy. I swear."

"We are all a little bit crazy, it's ok, it's pretty cool that you have an AI. What can it do?"

"Well, apparently it can automatically administer med-x and stimpaks, take control of the armor and even improve its functions."

"Take control of the armor? Then you better keep an eye on it." He replies with a short and dry laugh.

"Why? You scared that it will go all murderous and kill us?"

"Nah, I'm thinking more of JC, the guy is a robanizer, wait...robo-womanizer? Whatever. After the battle I saw him connecting with Saint's mainframe if you catch my drift, and I heard something about a roborgy? I... I don't want to know what it entails. Apparently Maggot is up to joining in, he even invited me. Anyway, if you someday wake up in the middle of the night and hear loud banging metal and your armor and JC are missing then be afraid, be very afraid."

"What the...when did all of this happen?"

"Oh man. You were absolutely beaten after the fight, you slept like twelve hours or so. The rest of us got up way before you did. Saint only turned on the coffee and music when you woke up thought."

"Huh."

>>4754836

Suddenly Roa's cold robotic voice chimes again.

"Analysis complete. This armor was a prototype. There are three firmware updates on its internal databank that were never installed: ENERGY CONSUMPTION IMPROVEMENT, KINETIC DELIVERANCE UPGRADE, SURVIVAL TOOLKIT INSTALLATION. Internal memory is limited. Only one update can be installed. More DATABANKS are required for further updates."

"Juniper, recon the town." You say as you return the binoculars. "Roa is telling me something..."

Juniper nods and hides in the nearby tall grass while spies on the far away town.

"Roa, describe the updates." You then say.

"ENERGY CONSUMPTION IMPROVEMENT: The Power-Armors microfusion breeders and its energetic Helmoltz Volt-Syphons will be updated with new software. This new software will reduce energy consumption by half. The armor will never overheat anymore."

"Alright, that's great. What else you got?"

"KINETIC DELIVERANCE UPGRADE: The servomotors that power the hydraulic muscle bundles and the Exothermic burners will be upgraded with better energy routing. You will become drastically faster and stronger."

"Good, good, and the last one?"

SURVIVAL TOOLKIT INSTALLATION: This update will allow your helmet's visor to act like a natural scope and let you zoom to recon far away areas or snipe distant enemies. It will also teach me how to lockpick doors and perform minor surgeries and first aid treatment. If we find a locked door or a treatable wound I will be able to take control of your hands and do the work for you."

> Choose the Energy Consumption Improvement update.
> Choose the Kinetic Deliverance Upgrade update.
> Choose the Survival Toolkit Installation update.
> Other options, write in.

>>4754839
>> Choose the Energy Consumption Improvement update.

>>4754839
> Choose the Survival Toolkit Installation update.
> Thank Roa after all is said and done.

I'm 50/50 between option 1 and 3, so let the best vote win.

1 is the most useful for the combat we'll be getting into, while 3 will be handy if one of our allies takes a hit. I'll go for option 1.

>>4754839
> Choose the Energy Consumption Improvement update

We don't want to get stuck again so definitely this one

>>4754839
> Choose the Energy Consumption Improvement update

"Roa. Install the Energy Consumption Improvement update. And thank you appreciated."

The Artificial Intelligence takes a while to reply, it looks like it was debating between responding to your gratitude or staying quiet, and being silent ultimately won. You know that the AI is listening to everything that you and the others say and witnessing your actions, that he's being shaped and changing with every minute that he spends with you. You better be careful of what you do or say, who knows what kind of AI you might end creating after all.

Your HUD once more changes and shows a blurry cascade of code falling down and a loading bar that quickly fills. The moment the download and installation is over you then feel the fans in the back of your armor spinning loudly and several electrical sparks coming out. You don't understand what's going on, but it feels as if your entire armor were being reworked from head to toes.

"Installation complete. Armor updated.

With that said and done you return to Juniper and crouch next to him.

"So, what did you see?"

"I'm not sure the town is inhabited or not. It looks incredibly old, the wood is made of is mostly covered in barnacles and half rotten, many ceilings, walls and floors look broken. There are some tugboats but they are all half sunken. I've seen some movement, we should be cautious."

> Go all in. It looks like there aren't many enemies.
> Wait until night and sneak inside. Use the darkness in your favour.
> Send Jun to the Seaplane, have him fly it to Tomorrowland and in the meanwhile attack the rotten town.
> Other options, write in.

>>4755782
> Other options, write in.

This sounds dodgy af, let's just get on the plane and get back to tomorrow land. Probably best to stay on mission before our kids get turned into mutants.

>>4755782
> Just get on the plane and get back to tomorrow land.
Dreadnought go brr

>>4755782
> Wait until night and sneak inside. Use the darkness in your favour.
we never get to use our +40 sneak shroud

Alright, going to the plane wins. You guys have avoided a pretty nasty encounter. I can tell you about it if you want. It will spoiler some details about the High Evolutionary religion thought.

>>4756296
>we never get to use our +40 sneak shroud
We will use it to wrap our babies and hide them from the High Evolutionary. You'll see.

>>4756309
I'm curious about quest BtS like this, but don't wanna know stuff ahead, so maybe drop it after we learn those details in the story? If you end up posting explanation early, pls put it in spoiler.

>>4756309
I'd like to know but agree with the other anon that it should be spoilered

Sorry for the delay. We only have one laptop at my house and my gf needs it for work stuff. Next update soon.

Alright, here's what I had planned for that seaside town:

We would have seen that there entire island is empty, there are clues that in the past people lived there, there are homes and even shops, but their interiors have been emptied and turned into hydroponic gardens that grow all kind of vegetables and also maggot and fish farms, so somebody must at least be living here and working all of those farms?

Flying around town there would have been clouds of radgulls and mutated insects, clearly attracted by all the food. Another common sight in the town would be that everywhere there would be dozens of scarecrows, this would make sense to keep all of the pests at bay... but the scarecrows move? After removing their clothes we would have discovered that they are in reality feral ghouls that have been crucified and costumed.

Ultimately we would discover that the entire settlement is inhabited by two sentient ghouls, that also dress up as scarecrows. They would have told us that the town predates the creation of the High Evolutionary, that before them they were a pacific town of fishermen and farmers that lived in peace. When the High Evo appeared and quickly swept over the island they gave two options, join them or die. Soon enough all the peaceful settlements were gone and only violent tribes remained. In their case there was no option. According to the High Evolutionary religion ghouls are the lowest kind of creature.

The High Evolutionary believe in reincarnation. Be strong and die in battle and you will reincarnate as a strong human, each heroic death will make you reincarnate as someone stronger than before, continue like this for long enough and ultimately you will be someone powerful enough to beat the blood games and become a Super-Mutant demigod like them. On the other hand if you die a coward's death you will reincarnate as something weaker, continue descending and you will start reincarnating as critters, continue having cowardly deaths and ultimately you will reach the bottom tier, Ghouls.
[1/2]

>>4756828

According to High Evolutionary religion Ghouls are the coward's punishment. They are someone with a human mind, but unable to die of old age or disease. They can only go up. This has made them become pariahs among the island's population, and hunted for sport.

Back to the settlement. Unlike other towns this one wasn't given a chance of joining them, they were instead attacked without remorse for being ghouls. Most of the town were killed but several managed to escape or hide. The town spent abandoned for several months but its original inhabitants slowly returned to their homes and started dressing up and hiding as scarecrows any time that raiders came close. Ultimately living in a near constant state of fear caused the ghouls to go mad and become feral. Whenever that happened the rest turned them into living scarecrows, that way they could at least serve a purpose. Now only two people remain, they secretly gift food to merchants in a way of spitting the High Evolutionary, because their dogma hates charity acts.

Unfortunately they would quickly change from nice and friendly to aggressive. They would mention how during the years that they spent hiding a cult formed, one that believed that to have a good harvest they would require a human sacrifice. During the first years they had no problem to get the sacrifices, there were plenty of tribals and explorers to take from, but lately they have been having more and more trouble... Good thing you came by, right?

They would liberate every feral ghoul scarecrow and soon enough you two would be surrounded by enemies. Fighting would ensue. The town would go in flames. The end.

[2/2]

>>4756831
Well that's a fair bit of lore of the H.E. we missed but nothing we can't find out later.
Pretty sure the bit about ghouls is different from the og quest.

>>4755782
> Just get on the plane and get back to tomorrow land.

"Forget about it. We already wasted too much time in Tomorrowland. We need to go back as soon as possible. We can't stop and liberate or destroy every raider town that we see. That would attract too much unwanted attention and also slow us down, we need to go to the Fortress."

"Yeah." The pilot says as he stores the binoculars. "I agree."

Together you walk the shoreline being careful of any privy eyes or enemies that might roam and lurk around. The coasts are pretty clear, in the sands you can constantly find half buried bones, dead fish, mirelurk carcasses and empty bullet shells, in the waters there are dozens of half sunken ships, a grim reminder of the countless people that were forcefully attracted to these coasts by pirates and then killed for sport or food.

After a short while the small mound of sand and corpses that you used to cover the seaplane appears on sight, above it circling carrion eaters fly attracted by the smell, swarms of small flies also surround the area. Quickly you two proceed to move the tarp away and just as you are halfway through several darting arrows and spears start landing close to your feet. Alarmed you look at the jungle ahead and see several tribals hiding in the foliage.

Unfortunately the camouflage that you two are wearing has been crafted to hide you in the green and lush jungle, now that you are in the golden beaches you are easily detectable. Since you are the strongest of the two you get into removing the tarp and dismantling the camp while Juniper goes ahead and starts wildly shooting her shotgun at the jungle. The tribals are so well hidden that he surely won't hit any of them, but at least the cover fire might make them stop launching arrows and spears at your direction. You dismantle the camp, store everything in the Dreadnought and thanks to your superhuman strength manage to push it into the waters. Juniper quickly jumps inside and runs into the pilot's seat and starts pressing buttons and flipping switches that slowly start to turn on the engines and get the massive plane moving. More spears and arrows fly and land around you, several even stick into the wings but ultimately the plane manages to take off and fly once more. You are happy to be back here, this plane offers you a sense of safety that no other place in the island gave you.

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>>4756936

"How long...." You say huffing and panting, exhausted from all that work in such a short time. "How long until we reach Tomorrowland?"

"Ten minutes give or take."

You nod and look at the windows and see a massive jungle spanning the entire island and in the distance several pillars of smoke.

"Is that Tomorrowland?" You ask.

"Yeah, it looks like they have already starting burning the corpses."

"Then what is that?" You ask as you sit next to her and point at another massive pillar of smoke.

"I've seen it too. At first I thought it was a volcano, but it makes no sense, it isn't on a mountain or anything."

"You think it could be the Fortress?"

"Well." She says with a shrug. "Apparently its the only big settlement around, the rest are all small tribes and whatnot. If anything can make so much smoke it has to be a volcano, a natural fire or a massive city."

"Can we fly above it?"

Juniper looks at several indicators and even taps a couple of them.

"I'm gonna be honest with you. Yes we can, but we are kind low on fuel, and this ship isn't the most stealthy one. Your call really."

> Fly above the smoke pillar and observe what it is.
> Go to Tomorrowland as planned, regroup with the rest and continue on foot.
> Go to Tomorrowland as planned, regroup with the rest, see if you can scrounge some fuel and then fly to the smoke pillar.
> Other options, write in.

>>4756941
>this ship isn't the most stealthy one
Well then those freaking BoS nerds scammed us, for free.
> Go to Tomorrowland as planned, regroup with the rest, see if you can scrounge some fuel and then fly to the smoke pillar.

Seconding

>>4756941
>>4756947
+1

>Add quiet engines, a Stealth Field that will make you temporally invisible to the naked eye and add countermeasures that make you undetectable by radars and other electronic measures.
my ass

Btw, was Nukaloha Redux #5 archived yet? I couldn't find it on TINATE.

>>4756947
>Well then those freaking BoS nerds scammed us, for free.
>>4757927
>>Add quiet engines, a Stealth Field that will make you temporally invisible to the naked eye and add countermeasures that make you undetectable by radars and other electronic measures.
>my ass

HAHA! You got me. I tried to fool ya but you guys are too clever. Juniper didn't remember about the Stealth Field. He simply said that we weren't stealthy because we are a fucking huge seaplane.

>Do you want me to add an option to fly while invisible?

>>4757927
>Btw, was Nukaloha Redux #5 archived yet? I couldn't find it on TINATE.
Nope, not yet. I'll archive it on suptg once it falls of the catalog.

>>4756941
>> Fly above the smoke pillar and observe what it is

Of course reminding Jun about our stealth field, so we can fly over the fortress without getting shot down.

Couple quick recon passes to conserve fuel and then back to tomorrowland. We can get Saint to collect fuel while we continue the quest.

>>4756941
Changing >>4757927 to >>4758043

>>4757938
Oh, okay then. Idk how the suptg work and just wanted to make sure.

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>>4756941
> Fly above the smoke pillar and observe what it is

"Wait, remember that the Brotherhood installed quiet engines and a Stealth Field in the plane." You tell her as you start looking around for the buttons that activate the array of interconnected Stealth-Boys that will momentarily turn the entire plane invisible.

"Yeah, you are right, I forgot. You think we should recon then?"

You finally find the set of switches that you have to flip and nod at him.

"Yes. Crossing the jungle would take us days, if not weeks, and we aren't even sure of where the Fortress is, we could be exploring for months. We don't have that time."

Juniper nods and starts changing course, sending the massive plane towards the gigantic column of smoke. Had this entire island not be covered in a thick and lush jungle seeing the smoke pillar would have been easy, but alas a constant foliage covers the sky, and makes even knowing the time of the day something impossible. Looking down all you see is greenery everywhere. Just like from the ground its impossible to see the sky the inverse also applies.

The Stealth Field won't last for a long time, a few minutes at most. Juniper ascends and flies into some clouds to hide and delay the activation of the field as long as possible. Swarms of colorful mutant parrots and radgulls fly around you, in the distance you can see dolphins jumping across the ocean, massive of colorful glowing fishes, the wrecks of countless ships covered in coral down below.

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>>4758603

"Activating the Stealth Field...NOW!" Juniper screams as he suddenly plunges down the seaplane. The descent is so sudden and so fast that you feel your stomach rolling and lifting. Nervously you flip the switch and feel a electric vibration that quickly engulfs the entire vessel and turns everything indivisible. Thanks to the sudden plunge the seaplane gains a massive boost of speed. Juniper kills the engines and just as the plane is only a few dozen feet above the jungle she starts to grunt and pull the controls to start turning the plane horizontally and avoid a certain death. Juniper is in his element now, moving the controls with ease and blinding speed and pushing buttons and dials that you don't even know what they do. Flying faster than ever and with its engines quiet the plane passes over a massive wooden fortress, in its centre there's a coliseum like arena with a great pile of corpses that are getting burnt, around it there's a disgusting swamp full of small huts. There's a lot of people down there, at least a thousand.

"I've seen enough, turn around." You then say. You never expected so many people. There's an entire army down there, and that's just the people that gathered and survived the journey to attend the blood games. There's no way that you will be able to kill so many people.

The pilot nods and turns on the engines before quickly ascending back to the clouds. Halfway through the invisibility field turns off, hopefully nobody has seen you in the air. The journey back to Tomorrowland is done in silence. Juniper seems to be terrified as well, but if he really feels that way she's keeping it to himself. Running almost on fumes the seaplane somewhat awkwardly lands on Tomorrowland's main street. Since this vessel was created to land on water its landing wheels are pretty small, and the street can barely be considered a landing strip. Still, Juniper excels at his piloting skill and manages to safely land without a scratch.

Together you go down and see several piles of burning corpses and robots patrolling or working in cleaning the streets, using hoses to clean all the dirt, nasty water and blood and sweeping the dust that has collected over the years. It seems like Saint has been busy.

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>>4758604

"Welcome back! You took longer than I calculated, did you have any trouble?" A speaker located in a street wall suddenly chimes.

"Yeah, we've finally located the Fortress." You reply, looking at a CCTV camera that suddenly turns at your direction.

"You did? That's great! Where is it?"

"I got the coordinates." Juniper suddenly says.

"You did? When?" You then ask, truly curious as you didn't see him take note of anything, she simply didn't had the time, he spent the entire time pushing buttons and working hard to keep the airplane on the air. Juniper taps the side of her nogging and then snickers.

"Latitude 19.58515. Longitude -155.16174. I took a mental note while we flew overhead."

"Wow..." You reply astonished.

"Let me check my database... yes. It appears on my maps as the Kulani Correctional Facility. A prison?"

"Prisons make great fortresses. Thick walls, barbed wire, lookout towers..." JC says as he suddenly comes out from a door accompanied by Maggot to greet you all. "Besides, they aren't high priority targets, they weren't nuked. The High Evolutionary wouldn't be the first faction that originates in a prison, back in California and the Mojave I hunted down Powder Gangers, a group of violent prisoners turned raiders that harassed Nevada."

"Sounds like nice fellas." An oil stained and completely naked maggot says. It looks like the two of them come from the Roborgy. You don't even want to ask.

"Let me share the data." Saint chimes, downloading in your Pip-Boy the location of the Fortress. It looks like it's at least four days of walking away. Several other locations also appear, mostly farms and roads that are nearby.

"My data is pretty sparse and more than two centuries old. Do you want me to connect to satellites and try to get you updated telemetry? It might take me an entire day thought."

> "No, let's just resupply our inventory, refuel the Dreadnought and continue travelling. Thanks Saint, you are a good friend."
> "Yes, please try to gather as much intel as possible. In the meanwhile we will rest and use your workshop to upgrade our gear."
> "Saint, is there any salvageable vehicle around? A truck or a jeep perhaps? Maybe we could repair it with your help and use it to travel faster."
> Other options, write in.

>>4758608
> "Saint, is there any salvageable vehicle around? A truck or a jeep perhaps? Maybe we could repair it with your help and use it to travel faster."
> Let's have a convo with AI. Like, tell it about our kids and what atrocities High Evo does out of their own volition. Eliminating them seems to be the only option, and we can't do it without getting our hands dirty if we want to save the kids (and others, like Saint).
Basically I think we should explain to it why we're so violent so it doesn't turn into Skynet after Diego goes haywire and turns a bunch of fucks into bloody radioactive pulp...
> Tell Jun to make sure Maggot cleans himself and gets some clothes cause we don't wanna see him like... this.

>>4758608
> "Yes, please try to gather as much intel as possible. In the meanwhile we will rest and use your workshop to upgrade our gear."
> "Saint, is there any salvageable vehicle around? A truck or a jeep perhaps? Maybe we could repair it with your help and use it to travel faster."

Maybe we can get a vehicle working while Saint gets the Intel from the satellites

>>4758667
+1 let's also see what our AI is up to

Sorry for taking so long to reply. I was writing and then suddenly Chrome crashed. And I lost everything. So yeah, that was great.

>>4759136
>juss a reminder that satellite security might fry the poor guy before we get anything
Today I'm in a good mood. So he'll be fine. But if you feel daring you guys can roll for it. You might get a bonus if you do it well.

>Roll 1d100 best of 3

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>4759148
Oh oof, deleted that cause I thought it could've just been different satellites after posting. Turns out I was correct the first time.

>>4758608

"Yes, please try to gather as much intel as possible. In the meanwhile we will rest and use your workshop to upgrade our gear."

"Sure! I'll get to that. You can use the workshop that is located in the basement. The workers that made this town left behind a plethora of tools, resources and crafting tables. Feel free to use as much as you need. But don't be greedy! I need some spares for my bots.

It's weird that Saint reminded you where the basement with the crafting tables was located. You all had already been there working hard to repair and create robots.

"Huh, yeah, we know. It's the same basement where your mainframe is located. We have been there already."

"You did? Oh...yeah, I mean of course! Sorry Diego, my memory is kind of blurry. I used most of my memory banks to create the AI that is now in your suit. The more memory the quicker it will learn you know? I had to forget... many things. I obviously cannot recall what I forgot, but I feel sad about these memories being gone. There's an entire century missing, what happened during that century, did any people live here?"

It's kind of sad seeing him like this, confused and dazed, but he did this to himself on his own volition, and he did it so you could build a lifelong friend for him. This is sacrifice of his own making. Still, you don't like seeing him in this state, despite having a robotic and glitchy voice there's a clear tone of grief on his words. You better change the subject to distract him.

>>4759307

"Saint, is there any salvageable vehicle around? A truck or a jeep perhaps? Maybe we could repair it with your help and use it to travel faster."

"I... yes. There's an underground parking, I can show you the way. I'm not sure about the vehicles thought. I'm looking at my logs and it seems that I never checked if any of them still worked or not. Seems like I simply didn't because there wasn't any reason. Vehicles or massive paperweights, to me they were equally useless. As far as I can see there are some cars, a bus, and a couple of trucks."

"Thank you Saint. You truly are a Saint." You say with a snort.

"I am... is that the reason of my name? I... I think I will get to connecting with the satellites." He replies slightly confused.

You look at the others and they all give you odd looks, they too feel kind of powerless and sad to see him in such a pitiful state. The conversation ends there thought.

"Juniper, go and check that the Dreadnought is properly fuelled, the robots can be kind of clumsy, specially now that Saint is so confused. I wouldn't want to go in flames a thousand feet in the air because a clumsy Protectron filled the wrong deposit. Also make sure that Maggot cleans himself off before boarding. I don't want his naked and oil stained ass anywhere near my plane. Hose him down if you need to."

Juniper snorts and nods. "With pleasure Boss."

In the meanwhile JC gathers Juniper's and Maggot's weapons and starts heading down into the workshop without a word. He didn't ask you for your weapons, not because he's mad at you or anything like that but because he knows you enough to discern that if you wanted to have any of your weapons upgraded you would have taken the initiative and done it yourself or personally asked him to do it. You are happy with your current gear, you are pretty strong and powerful, but your companions need an upgrade if they want to keep your pace and have a chance at surviving out there. You like JC, he's a good friend, sometimes you even forget that there isn't a heart inside of him, only gears and circuitry. To some people he might not be alive, but to you he's as real as any other person, hell, he's way more real than many people. JC and Saint have souls, there's no denying that, its not only that they are intelligent but also that they have shown that they can do good. Hell, to you they are far more human than many of the raiders and tribals that you have crossed paths with.

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>>4759318

While thinking of JC and Saint's personalities you cannot avoid suddenly remembering an old Tesla Science Magazine that you read during your high school years. To be honest science wasn't your favorite subject but reading material was always scarce so you gladly read whatever was at hand. It was the first number of that magazine and it was titled "Will Robots Rule the World?" honestly the title was kind of sensationalist, but it truly caught your eye and made you read it all from start to end. By the time the magazine was published Artificial Intelligences, real ones, were still a novelty and something mysterious and scary. They explained that the only way of creating a real AI was to dump millions of dollars into bleeding edge hypertechnological equipment and then fill it with billions upon billions of lines of code. But...the magazine also speculated that plain and simple artificial intelligences, the ones that couldn't pass as humans, could evolve over time and become more and more humanlike with the pass of time and the human interactions that they experienced. This was all conjectures thought, none of it was proven by then, there were loads of theories and strange predictions, including one where all robots became sentient and decided to live independent from humanity. Perhaps that would have been a better alternative than what truly happened, with the nukes and all of that.

Both Saint and JC started like normal and plain AIs and slowly became humanlike because they were surrounded by people. You know that Roa, the AI installed on your Power Armor, is also observing everything that you do, hearing everything that you say and constantly learning from your every action. What kind of AI will you create? Honestly you are afraid of the final result, this is no place to grow up, and you know that in the foreseeable future all you will do is kill and maim any enemy that gets in your way. You have noble intentions, but will Roa understand your motives, or will he simply believe that any problem can be solved by choosing violence?

You sigh and sit down on the floor, rest your back against a cracked and decrepit wall and proceed to speak with the voice in your armor.

"Roa? Are you there?"

"Hello Diego. How can I assist you?"

"Roa, what do you think of me?"

Initiating analysis... you are healthy.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. Alright, we have some time before we depart. Listen up, and listen up good."

> Tell everything, the good and the bad. Be as honest as one can be.
> Tell only the good parts of your life. Skip the mistakes that you made. You don't want Roa to judge you.
> Twist the truth. Exaggerate the good parts and skip or twist the bad ones to make you look good.
> Other options,write in.

>>4759321
> Tell everything, the good and the bad. Be as honest as one can be.
Us looking ideal won't help Roa and will only set their expectations of humans too high.
> Tell it about Saint
So it can later remind him of what happened over the centuries. It could also be used to show Roa how devastating and infectious war can be (since Tomorrowland failed because government started war preparations, letting everything else fall into the void).

>>4759321
>> Tell everything, the good and the bad. Be as honest as one can be.

This is a difficult one, as potentially we are creating a Skynet type scenario where our AI could become self-aware and decide humans are more of a problem than anything else. But I agree with zxc that this is probably the best option.

Also maybe let Saint interface with ROA to get at least an idea of what happened in the past.

Also, I just want to say that I love the direction we've gone with the writing. True meaning of what it is to be human or at least sentient, etc. It was really ham-fisted in FO4, this is much better.

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>>4760064
>Us looking ideal won't help Roa and will only set their expectations of humans too high.
Good thinking.

>So it can later remind him of what happened over the centuries. It could also be used to show Roa how devastating and infectious war can be (since Tomorrowland failed because government started war preparations, letting everything else fall into the void).
Well thought. I'll include that in the next update. Thanks for this kind of input, its always appreciated!

>>4760127
> Also maybe let Saint interface with ROA to get at least an idea of what happened in the past.
Excellent idea. This will also be included in the next update!

>>4760130
>Also, I just want to say that I love the direction we've gone with the writing. True meaning of what it is to be human or at least sentient, etc. It was really ham-fisted in FO4, this is much better.
Thank you! I'm glad you are enjoying it. Thanks friends!

>>4759321
> Tell everything, the good and the bad. Be as honest as one can be.
> Tell Roa about Saint.
> Let Saint interface with ROA to get at least an idea of what happened in the past.

"Alright! Let's start from the very beginning. I was born in a San Francisco..."

Over the course of a few hours you tell him your entire youth, adult life and time in Hawaii with all kinds of details, you leave no rock unturned, no mistake unmentioned, no humiliating defeat ignored. Roa listens to everything that you say, quietly at first but over time he proceeds to ask questions and in a couple of times you even faintly hear him snort or whisper. Oddly enough as the story goes on his voice and way of speaking becomes more humanlike and less robotic, not by much, but its a good start. Time passes quickly, some moments are harder to tell, gut wrenching even, they get stuck in your throat and make it hard to speak about, your eyes even get wet a couple of times and your lower lip trembles while you are forced to remember your parents, who surely you will never see again, and your children, who you will hopefully see for the first time.

In the distance you see robotic workers come and go, Juniper and Maggot together laughing and cracking bad jokes, JC wheeling around and looking for specific resources to build a mod or two. You continue speaking and telling Roa of your life, and before you can even notice it nighftall comes. The moon shines hard, swarms of mutated bats cover the otherwise clear skies and loudly screech to navigate across the air.

"It's hard to explain how much a child can be important to a father or a mother, it's something that some people just don't get it until they live it. Even humans that aren't parents yet can have trouble to understand it. If you really love your children, you would do anything for then, any sacrifice would be worth it. I think that Saint understood it, he made you with a piece of himself. To better aid your growth he sacrificed Memory slots, and that made him forget the only years where he was truly happy. Are those memories inside of you?"

>>4760648

"I...I'm not sure. Let me check."

While you wait you look at the night sky and see the milky way over your head. This is a sight that many wastelanders must have seen, now that artificial lights aren't as prominent as they were. But you aren't the average wastelander, you lived a sheltered life in a big and civilised city, one full of lights, one where the night sky was almost orange and devoid of stars. That was a long time ago thought, its a fading memory now.

"Yes, he tried to delete everything to give me as much space as possible, but some fragments stood behind." Suddenly in your HUD a grainy and black and white video plays. It's recorded from different CCTV cameras, from Saint's point of view. "I can see people tilting the ground, drinking, chatting, playing card games and having fun, I can see them dancing and working in rebuilding this town. I can see robots and humans living side by side... It, makes me happy and nostalgic, nostalgic of a time that I never lived. It, must be metadata attached to the memories."

You sigh and stand up, cleaning some dust and grime from your armor. "Saint Loves you. Creating you left him weak and confused. Why don't we walk to him and share those memories with him? I'm sure that he will gladly take them."

"Y-yes..." Roa whispers with a surprisingly human doubt on his voice.

You walk to the basement where the Artificial Intelligence is stored and tap a couple of times on the mainframe. It looks like it is still working on getting that satellite data for you, there are far more blinking lights than usual and his cooling fans are working at full speed.

"Saint, are you there?"

"Huh, hey! I'm almost finished! I managed to hack into an old Chilean weather satellite! Not bad for a guy that only has a half broken and rusty satellite dish and doesn't speaks any Spanish huh? Anyway, I'm downloading the maps now, give me a second to share them with you."

"Really? Incredible work Saint. I'm amazed."

>>4760651

"Aww, it ain't nothing. I like helping my friends."

"And so do I, that's why I was wondering if you could interface with my armor and connect with Roa?"

"Sure! Of course I can! That's what I had in mind when he's finally ready. What's on your mind, there's no way that Roa is a real independent AI so soon."

"You are right, we are on a good course thought. We discovered that he has some of your old memories, of that century that you had to delete. He would like to share them with you."

"Really?"

"Yes... Hello, father."

The Power-Armor suddenly stiffens and the HUD gets full of strange cascading code and binary screeches that fill your helmet. It is blinding and deafening, a torturous experience but fortunately it doesn't lasts long. Your HUD goes back to normal and you are given back control of the armor.

"What was that?" You ask.

"We exchanged the data. I learned much, and so did he. Thank you Diego. We can continue with our journey."

"Speaking of that. I analysed the vehicles in the parking lot. There are only three vehicles that could be repaired to a working condition; a van, a bus and a military jeep. Which one should I send to repair?"

> Van: Average Speed. Light armor. Normal Cargo Space.
> Bus: Slow Speed. Light Armor. Very Big Cargo Space.
> Jeep: Average Speed. Medium Armor. Small Cargo Space.

>>4760652
>> Van: Average Speed. Light armor. Normal Cargo Space.

This. The triumphant return of the ~~Pedo~~Party Van!

Also, great wrap-up of the AI story. I really liked the Father bit, caught me off guard!

>>4760683

And goddamnit, why can't I format... ~~PartyVan~~

>>4760684
Someone is going to have to tell me how to do strikethrough and spoiler text.

Also, can we mod the van?

>>4760685
>Someone is going to have to tell me how to do strikethrough and spoiler text.
I think that Strikethrough can only be done by the OP of the thread. Same with every other formatting option except spoiler. To spoil a text select it and then press Control+S

>Also, can we mod the van?
Of course, I know you guys like modding stuff.

>>4760699
Ah, well I'm glad I'm not a total moron then!

OK, if we go with the Party Van then I figure some stealth mods would be appropriate to go along with our camo. Probably need a lift as well for offroading.

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>>4760712
WHat's up with you guys and Party Vans?

>>4760738
Just be happy its no longer called the Pedo Van lol

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>>4760652
> Van: Average Speed. Light armor. Normal Cargo Space.
>>4760738
I was gonna say jeep, but that medium armor won me over.

>>4760738
Also, we have to fit 3 people (all in armour) and a securitron in a vehicle, plus all our stuff. I have a jeep, it's not going to happen with one of those lol. Large van gives us the best of both worlds.

>>4760868
>Also, we have to fit 3 people (all in armour) and a securitron in a vehicle
JC counts as cargo. He goes strapped to the roof/jk

>>4760738
4chan party van AKA the FBI's favorite mode of kidnapping you after you posted loli shit

>>4760921
>4chan party van AKA the FBI's favorite mode of kidnapping you after you posted loli shit
Yeah. I know the meme. Haha pedobear lmao kek kek loli shit pedo pedo moot is a fag kill urself epic win.

Jesus that shit got old really fast.

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>>4760652
> Van: Average Speed. Light armor. Normal Cargo Space.

"We would be cramped in the jeep and the bus would be too hard to navigate across in the jungle. We will take the van. I'll need you to build a plow or something that will help us move away vegetation and small obstacles that might get in the way. Can you also increase the suspension and add offroad wheels?"

A computer screen in Saint's mainframe lights up and shows you a picture of a parked and rusty van. Despite the passage of time and lack of maintenance the vehicle still seems in a pretty good condition.

"Consider it done my friend. I was also thinking in the different updates and modifications that you could add to the vehicle. I have a few ideas."

"Im all ears."

"Well, I could either camouflage it, perhaps armor your vehicle, or make it extra fast, add more cargo space or add weapons. Sadly, I don't have enough resources to craft them all, hell I will only be able to do one of them. I'm running kind of low in supplies, I should send some of my robots to look around, but I'm afraid of them being attacked. Oh jeez."

> Add weapon: Spikes, chainsaws, side flamers, a mounted gun on top.
> Add armor Slabs of steel, anti grenade nets, bulletproof windows and tires.
> Add camo: Camouflage paintjob, mate paint in the metallic parts of the van, silencer in the exhaust and tinted windows.
> Add speed: A turbocharged nucleopiezic engine with nitrous boosting.
> Add cargo: A roof rack that will allow you to carry more cargo and items.

>>4761394
> Add armor Slabs of steel, anti grenade nets, bulletproof windows and tires.
Can we also look for a silencer on our own?
I think that car noises on this island will attract the most attention, so a quiet exhaust would be nice to have.

>>4761394
>> Add speed: A turbocharged nucleopiezic engine with nitrous boosting.
DO YOU LIKE, MY CAR?

>>4761394
> Add armor Slabs of steel, anti grenade nets, bulletproof windows and tires.

>>4761394
> Add camo: Camouflage paintjob, mate paint in the metallic parts of the van, silencer in the exhaust and tinted windows

I would dig a compromise with an improved muffler and exhaust while adding armor, but if it has to be one or the other I'll go with the camo package. Grenade nets is an interesting idea.

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I'M GOING QUICK AS A FLASH, AND I'LL BE YOUR HERO

I'm hoping for more terrible encounters now that we're headed into the woods again; really enjoying this adventure and the stuff back at the sea shanty town. Submarine saga was the absolute pinnacle so far of the qst.

>>4761394

Going to go with camo as well. We're going through a thick jungle so speed is not going to be very useful. Best is to stealth our way to the fortress.

That being said we're not going to see shit at night with tinted windows, so maybe switch those to low-glare bulletproof windows.

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Holy shit, so many messages, that's awesome! I'm really happy!

I've updated the Character sheet, but it is becoming quite beefy, there's a buttload of information there. Do you want me to divide it in smaller documents?

>>4761463
>Can we also look for a silencer on our own?
Sure! I would normally roll 2d100 to see if we find the silencer or not, but our fucking Pip-Boy gives us +18 to every dice roll, and our perception is 8, so yeah, no need to roll, we find it no problem. We are starting to get overpowered as hell, we have 12 STR and 14 CHA, that's superhuman levels for fucks sake lmao

>>4761472
>DO YOU LIKE, MY CAR?
I do yes sire.

>>4762036
>I'm hoping for more terrible encounters now that we're headed into the woods again;
The only reason we didn't dozens of Cazaclaws, Spore Carriers and crazed tribals yet is because you guys rolled incredibly good and made everybody get awesome camouflage. I won't be so lenient from now on.

>really enjoying this adventure and the stuff back at the sea shanty town. Submarine saga was the absolute pinnacle so far of the qst.
I'm glad! I hope you will also enjoy the future arcs.

>>4762065
>That being said we're not going to see shit at night with tinted windows, so maybe switch those to low-glare bulletproof windows.
These are special windows, dark in one side and clear on the other.

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>>4761394
> Add camo: Camouflage paintjob, mate paint in the metallic parts of the van, silencer in the exhaust and tinted windows.

A Protectron is sent to fetch the van and drive it towards the garage and surprisingly the old clunky bot manages to do it without crashing. Once the vehicle enters the automated garage several mechanical tentacle like arms start surrounding it and get ready to apply the modifications that you requested.

The entire vehicle is lifted and the underside reworked completely, as the robotic arms work sparks fly wildly, in a moment the exhaust is changed for a better and quieter version, mufflers and a silencer are installed, a lifted hydraulic suspension is added and the windows and tires are changed for tinted and off road versions respectively.

Once all the modifications have been added the robotic arms retreat and get their ends changed from tools to paint guns. Together they quickly cover the entire vehicle in a fine layer of mate black paint and proceed to add a green and lush camouflage pattern over the body. The final result is great, it will greatly camouflage over the lush and green jungle that awaits outside.

In the entrance gate you await with the rest of your team, JC has made a great work modding your companion's gear, Juniper is still wearing his pilot's uniform and mask but now over her clothes he wears several armor pieces, on her back there is a long and powerful looking sniper rifle, on his hips to intimidating looking pistols, on her boot a long trench knife. Maggot is also stronger looking, he still looks like a raggedy raider, but now his gear is covered in armor slabs covered in spikes, on his back hangs a flamethrower, on his belt a ripper, a submachine gun and several grenades. Lastly JC seems to have modded himself as well, there are several new armor pieces covering his chassis and screen, on his shoulders you can see grenade launchers, one of his arms looks like has been modified to fire rockets as well.

"Diego, can I speak with you?" JC tells you while you await for the Van to be delivered to your location.

"Of course. Is there anything wrong?" You reply.

"No, everything is alright. I was just wondering what the big plan is."

The moment he says this Juniper and Maggot get interested in your conversation, they tilt their heads looking towards you two.

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>>4762294

"Go there. Kill as many High Evolutionary as we can. Destroy them if possible, and save my kids. The High Evolutionary are a cancer, they need to be eradicated."

"And then?" The robot asks.

"Then...? Well, I don't know. There are many things wrong on this wasteland. The Enclave for example. You and I know that they can be intimidating, but they aren't invincible, they were defeated in California. We can do the same here."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Why do you ask, is something troubling you?"

"Yes, well, no. I just wanted to know what would you do after this ends. I like this place. Saint is a great guy, and his robots are strong, but he doesn't knows much about fighting and the wasteland. He is afraid of sending his robots to search for resources. This small town everything he knows. Without me he will end losing all of his robots, and then he will be defenceless... I want to move here, live here."

"I... I'm your friend JC, I cannot stop you. I think you will do great here."

Juniper nods and pats the robot's shoulder. Maggot stays quiet.

"I wanted to know what your plans were. Because I don't want to leave your side before you are completely done. I'm loyal like that. If after the High Evo you plan to go after the Enclave, I'll be by your side."

"Thanks my friend, I'm lucky to have you by my side. When this is all over I promise that I will come here and visit you. Hell, perhaps I might even move here, this place isn't so bad." You say with a snicker.

The Protectron chauffeur brings the modified van and parks it in front of you. You place in the rear boxes of food, water, ammo, chems and many other supplies that you have gathered for the journey and Juniper gets in the driver's seat, Maggot rides shotgun. Since JC and you are the biggest members of the team you two go in the back, kind of cramped next to all the cargo that you have brought.

"Good bye and good luck!" Saint screams across all of the town speakers, so loud and sudden that he sends dozens of mutated parrots flying in every direction as they scream his words across the jungle.

Juniper turns on the quiet engine and starts driving into the jungle.

> Roll 1d100!
> Each player can roll 1 time!
> There isn't a max number of rolls!
> Good luck!! You'll need it

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>4762297

shidamitfuc

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>4762297

>>4762375
damn

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>4762297
don't read this quest coming in for the save

>>4762459
>don't read this quest coming in for the save
Thank you for your honesty at least.

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Also, these rolls are for encounters, it doesn't matters if you roll low or high, you are fucked anyway.

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>>4762547
That's rough. Too bad that Diego is physically incapable of giving a fuck.

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>>4762584
Perhaps. But what about his companions? This isnt their war.

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>>4762592
With JC and Maggot we are the war.
Juniper just keeps our front mobile.

And if Hevo isn't destroyed now, this might soon be everyone's war.

Rolled 40, 50, 35, 27, 42 = 194 (5d100)

Sorry for the delay, I was busy. I will roll a few d100's so we have more nasty encounters.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

Big Coconut No Shark

>>4762297

Juniper starts to drive and quickly heads into the jungle. Soon enough the outline of Tomorrowland disappears, and all around you becomes jungle. Green plants and lush vegetation as far as the eye can see, so thick that it even blankets the sky. Luckily for you there are still some damaged yet driveable roads, the vegetation hasn't been completely able to crack the old and thick asphalt, but it won't be long until even it disappears completely.

You share the data that Saint gave to you with JC and once the robot receives it promptly prints a map for Maggot so he can better guide your driver. Despite having a working and adapted vehicle you are pretty sure that this will be a long and arduous journey, and your fears are confirmed pretty quickly.

Only a few minutes after starting to drive Maggot suddenly screams "Wait wait, stop! We can't go that way."

"Why not?" Asks Juniper.

"Look ahead, the path is boneblocked." He replies as he looks with Juniper's binoculars.

"Boneblocked?" Juniper says as he grabs the binoculars. "Oh fuck. I wish I had never learned what it meant."

Confused you turn around to look and grab the binoculars to look as well. Boneblocked is the perfect word to describe what's in front of you, the entire road is blocked by a massive mound of rotten corpses, most of which have been devoured to the bones by the local fauna.

"So, what can we do?" You ask.

"Reroute, find another path. Give me a second." JC replies as he calculates the best alternative pathway. "Alright, go back, there's a side road that we can use."

Juniper groans and starts slowly turning the vehicle around. This is quite a bad start to be honest, and everybody can feel it, it's only gonna get worse from now on.

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>>4763079

"Jeez, this is more depressing than a clown funeral. Heh, you know, cuz they are are supposed to be funny? I mean, I guess? I've never seen a clown, a non feral ghoul clown at least." Maggot says as he shudders. "Feral ghoul clowns are creepy man. Make me wake up in cold sweat every now and then... Fuck it, I'm gonna turn on the radio."

The raider then tunes into Rainbow Jack's Radio Shack to listen so some songs and his crazy antics and at least brighten up the mood. The volume is low to avoid being heard from the outside, but its an improvement at least.

You all start quietly listening to the music, but soon start humming or tapping your fingers and whistling or whisper singing and what a few moments ago was a sombre and depressing journey quickly turns into something quite cheerful. Until suddenly a corpse is flung in front of you. The corpse spatters against the ground and several of his limbs completely separate or turn into complete gore from the tremendous impact. In the distance bullets and screams can be heard. Jun quickly turns off the radio and drives away from the road to hides in the vegetation, every one of you get dead quiet and observe the developing scene.

More screams, louder this time. From the vegetation up ahead several tribespeople and raiders emerge, wildly shooting crude machineguns at the jungle.

"Fuck this!" Screams one of the raiders to a tribal. "I'm outta here!"

"Coward! The Godly Kunuiakea will punish you for this. Cowards like you don't evolve in the next life. You will be reborn as a radroach, or worse, a ghoul!" The tribal yells back.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, no amount of caps is worth this trouble. Capturing Cazaclaws for the blood games? I shoulda never accepted this shit. Most of my men are dead, this ust aint worth it. Fuck."

"Your men died in battle, they will be reborn as stronger and mightier warriors. Face their same fate and you will be reborn with them. Run away and you will be reborn as their prey."

The raider gets ready to reply but he never gets the chance. From the vegetation a massive cazaclaw comes out, the raiders and the tribesmen try their best to fight the mutant abomination but the creature easily kills them one by one. They put out a good fight thought, it looks like the creature has ended pretty damaged from the attack.

> Stay quiet and wait until it leaves. Pray that it doesn't finds you.
> You have heard of Cazaclaws before, and its clear that they are going to appear in the Blood Games. Get out and fight it to see how well you might fare in the games.
> Other options, write in.

The thing shrugged off a bunch of raiders' gunfire; best we let it pass, but be prepared to leap out of the back of the van to fight it if it spots us.

>>4763083
>> You have heard of Cazaclaws before, and its clear that they are going to appear in the Blood Games. Get out and fight it to see how well you might fare in the games.

>>4763083
> Stay quiet and wait until it leaves. Pray that it doesn't finds you.

We have camo for a reason

>>4763083
> Stay quiet and wait until it leaves. Pray that it doesn't finds you.
> Quietly ask Roa if they have any useful combat/creature info either from Saint when they exchanged data, or Saint's old memories.

>>4763083
> Stay quiet and wait until it leaves. Pray that it doesn't finds you.
> Quietly ask Roa if they have any useful combat/creature info either from Saint when they exchanged data, or Saint's old memories.

Everybody gets dead quiet, the engine is turned off, nobody dares to breathe. The cazaclaw sniffs the air, grows into the jungle and licks its wounds before grabbing a corpse with its powerful jaws and leaping back into the wilderness.

"Holy fuck." Maggot whispers, legs trembling slightly.

"Saint, do you have any information about Cazaclaws?" You quietly ask.

To your surprise Roa's voice is then heard across the Van's speakers, it seems like the AI can somehow connect with the vehicle's radio and use it as a way of speaking with everybody.

"Negative. Nothing in my memories about them, and I didn't had enough time to analyse and scan it."

"I've heard about Cazaclaws. But they are worse than I imagined." Maggot says. "Apparently the Enclave genetically created them from mutant DNA from the mainland. They created several eggs and air dropped them into Hawaii to keep the High Evolutionary and its tribal goons busy and contained. Seems like it worked."

"It did." Juniper adds. "My grandfather told me that before the Enclave filled the jungles with Cazaclaws and Spore Carriers the High Evo raids were much more common."

"Jesus. Deathclaws and Cazadores having a lovechild..." JC says.

"We don't have any of that here. Tell me about 'em." Says Maggot.

"Deathclaws are giant dinosaur like abominations, with claws as big as trench knives, and so sharp that they can even cut Power-Armor like butter. Cazadores are giant mutated wasps, they are incredibly fast, hit like a truck and have a pretty powerful poison to boot. This Cazaclaw, it looks like its smaller than the average Deathclaw, it's wings wouldn't allow it to fly, but it surely can easily leap enormous distances, we should expect that they are poisonous as well."

"You don't plan to participate in the games right?" Juniper asks.

"If that allows me to get my children back I will." You reply.

The pilot sighs and after checking around and seeing that it's safe turns on the engine and starts driving across a dirt road. The rest of the day is quite uneventful, from time to time you can see gory totems made from twisted metal and dozens of corpses, they are an ominous sight, but they mean that you are in the correct path., after a while you even get used to them.

"It's getting late. Maggot you should drive now." Juniper says.

"I don't know how to drive."

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>>4764076

Juniper groans and softly punches the steering wheel.

"Well JC and Diego cannot get in the driver's seat, and I don't dare to drive and risk falling asleep. Can Roa drive?"

"Negative. I can beam my voice across the radio, but not physically connect and control the vehicle."

"Hey, we are all tired. Why don't we look for a place to rest and set camp and sleep for a while huh?"

Juniper is clearly exhausted, she isn't only driving across treacherous terrain but also keeping a constant eye of any danger that might appear from the bushes, and it looks like the sudden appearance of the Cazaclaw has left him shaken and pretty stressed. He has been driving with her body completely tense and stiff for hours, no wonder why is she so tired. Honestly, each one of you is

Maggot grabs the binoculars and gets out to look around.

"I see a treehouse not very far away, its very high, the tree it's built on is fucking massive. I see no lights or people thought."

> The sooner you find a place to crash the more you will be able to rest. Inspect the three house and if safe sleep in here.
> Have everybody explore around for a safe place to hide and rest on. This might take hours, but might be the best option if you are lucky enough.
> Other options, write in.

>>4764078
> The sooner you find a place to crash the more you will be able to rest. Inspect the three house and if safe sleep in here.

Can we tell Roa to keep an eye and ear on the surroundings at all times, so if something escapes our attention, the armor will dodge/block/punch the danger in the dick before Diego can react? As long as it doesn't break our joints with sudden movement, that is.

>>4764116
>Can we tell Roa to keep an eye and ear on the surroundings at all times, so if something escapes our attention, the armor will dodge/block/punch the danger in the dick before Diego can react? As long as it doesn't break our joints with sudden movement, that is.
His job is to protect us, so sure, AI controlled dick punching is something completely possible.

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>>4764117
Nice, please ask him to do so.

Treehouse

>>4764078
> The sooner you find a place to crash the more you will be able to rest. Inspect the three house and if safe sleep in here.

>>4764078
> The sooner you find a place to crash the more you will be able to rest. Inspect the three house and if safe sleep in here.

You get out of the van from the rear door and look at the great tree with a house on top. You were expecting something simple, something that a child or someone might have built hastily, but this is a proper building.

"We will inspect the house, be prepared, we might find ferals or tribals inside. Guns hot and trigger ready understood?" You say as you grab your Laser Pistol.

"Roa, you think you can increase my survival rate?"

"I'll observe your environment and protect you from attackers that you haven't detected yet. This will increase your chances of survival by a 24%"

"Thanks, you are a lifesaver."

"I literally am."

The rest nod and exit the vehicle as well. All around you fireflies dance and fly, distant croaking sounds and animal screeches can be heard, and even further, gunshots. As you approach the base of the tree and start walking around it to see any means of ascending suddenly you see a suit of Power-armour chained to the tree. The armor is missing the helmet, there's still someone inside, a feral ghoul that wildly grunts and screeches the moment it sees you. Who knows how long has he been here, the armor is covered in rust and moss, it looks like he has spent several years at least, the chains around it are also rusty and few have even started to erode and crack. It looks like the armor is too rusted to move, the feral ghoul is completely trapped and can only move and jerk his head. It's hard to say why would anyone do this, but whoever did it made sure that he would never escape, there are at least fifty chains and a dozen locks and nails keeping him stuck to the tree.

"Why would anyone do this?" Juniper asks as she passes by.

"Two reasons. It can be a warning, or an alarm." Maggot replies as he grabs a nearby toad and shoves it into the ghoul's mouth to keep it quiet. "Do you know how hard is it to capture a Power Armor wearing enemy? Whoever did this was either very strong, or very crazy, or both. It can also be a natural alarm, if you hear the ghoul screaming then it means that someone is nearby."

"So, you think someone lives in here?" JC asks.

"No, not really. The Ghoul has screamed already, if the house was inhabited the people living there would have been alarmed already and we would be under fire. I saw no lights going or or movement happening in the house. It's empty."

>>4764422

The raider then grabs the binoculars and observes the branches.

"Look, it seems that at once point there was some kind of rope ladder." He says pointing at a branch that indeed has what looks like one end of a ladder, the ropes that make it end abruptly and look charred. "It looks burned. It's hard to say what happened here, but my guess is that this place was attacked by raiders or perhaps some weird mutant critter, the people that lived here burned the ladder to stop them from entering. The enemy stood here waiting for them to come down and the inhabitants ultimately ended dying of hunger or thirst, and the people left."

It's clear why he knows so much, he's speaking from the experience, sometimes you forget that he's a bloodthirsty raider, a person that has killed for the sake of it. Using your Grappling Hook you bring Juniper, JC and Maggot to the tree house. The place indeed looks empty, you enter into what looks like a normal house, clearly post-war made but of a surprisingly good craft. You all spread and start to explore on your own . You pass by a kitchen, a bedroom, a small patio and suddenly JC calls for you.

"Diego, everybody, come here!" His robotic and lispy voice comes from the second floor. Quickly you ascend the old stairs, so old and rotten that you even break a few of the steps and hurriedly reach what looks like an open patio with dozens of chairs in there. Most chairs are occupied, on their seats there are well dressed mummified skeletons, at the end of the patio there are two other skeletal corpses, the two of them are dressed with bride wedding dresses.

"What happened here?" Juniper asks.

"I found a note. Well, wedding vows more like. Apparently this was a small church, it was built up here to allow the celebration of ceremonies with an open sky, whereas on the ground that's impossible. Apparently when the High Evo came to power they started sending tribals and raiders to the different settlements, asking them to join or die."

"Yeah, Saint mentioned something similar." You add.

"Indeed." The robot continues. "Apparently many people that lived nearby approached the temple in the search of protection, and they decided to celebrate one last ceremony, a wedding, and then they all ate a poisoned cake. Looks like nobody has approached this place since then."

"This is creepy." The raider says.

"This is admirable, they decided to die their own way instead of living under a tyrant. Perhaps they didn't die fighting, but they at least died doing what they believed it was right, in this case marrying the person you love."

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>>4764423
++++++++
Everybody leaves the corpses alone, the parrots and insects have already desecrated them enough, and return to the house where the priest that manned this church lived. You all spread bed rolls over the floor and gather a fusion battery and a hot plate to cook some cram and make some tea, It's not a filling dinner, but its better than nothing.

"You aint gonna eat with us?" JC asks to Maggot as he sees that he doesn't gets his canned food onto the hot plate.

"Miss me with that shit. Canned food? That's too fancy for a wastelander scum like me. I've survived all my life eating whatever I found around. Look at these white fruits that I found in a branch near the toilet!"

He shows a plump white fruit that gives off a sweet and spicy aroma. The moment the raider bites into it lets a foul smelling yellow liquid sprays onto the floor and thousands of tiny spiders free and run everywhere. JC, despite not having a real stomach belches and makes a disgusted face, Juniper is completely shocked by the scene, you are too jaded to give a shit really.

"Oh fuck, it came with surprise!" Maggot yells as he opens the "fruit" and uses his hands to grab and eat as many spider newborns as possible.

You ignore his antics and continue eating dinner, Juniper doesn't touches her food anymore, so you help yourself into eating his rations as well. You are a pretty big man, you need to eat a lot to keep up.

"Yooo, look what I found, I was keeping this for dessert." Maggot then says as he shows you all a colorful mutant toad.

"Are you really gonna eat that?" JC asks, belching even more. Can robots really puke?

"What? No man, these are for lickin'" He replies as he lifts his mask and uses starts licking the toad. "Oh shit this is the good stuff fuck yes. Anyone want a taste?"

> Lick the toad.
> Ignore him and go to sleep.
> Other options, write in.

>>4764427
> Ask him why he's licking the toad.
Wat it do.
> Go to sleep.

>>4764427
> Lick the toad.

>>4764427
Lol, just say no. Licking toads are not a good idea with cazaclaws roaming around.

>>4764427
> Ask him why he's licking the toad.
> Go to sleep.

"Why.. why the fuck would I want to lick that toad?" You say, wondering and questioning hard as you witness Maggot fill his already nasty tongue with the toad's glowing slime like mucus.

"Makes you freak out and see all kinds of crazy shit."

"Licking toads are not a good idea with cazaclaws roaming around." JC then adds.

"No man it's all cool, it makes you pierce the veil and break the barriers. Most places of the wasteland aren't good to trip balls. Too many angry and confused spirits from the great war, but a temple like this one might be a cool place, the ghosts that are here might not be too angry."

"I thought you didn't believe in the afterlife." Juniper then says.

"I don't believe in anything. Believing is for nerds and fools. Hell, I don't even believe that the moon's real. Sometimes I don't even believe that I'm real. I might be a character in some lame story that a fat fuck writes for other losers in some mongolian basket weaving forum."

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>>4764544

Everybody laughs at him and he simply shrugs and starts looking at the ceiling while he continues licking the toad. "Oh yeah, this is the good shit." He then whispers as he proceeds to rant and softly speak about nonsense like "The engine of creation" and things "Just working." The rest ignore him and continue with their dinner and then go to sleep.

It feels good to get out of the armor for a while, even resting on a cold and damp floor feels nice right now. It doesn't takes you long to fall asleep, and once more you have a dreamless night.

The next morning you wake up and to your surprise you are alone, Juniper, Maggot and JC are missing, close to you is a coffee brewing post bubbling with a steaming tar like liquid inside. You pour yourself a coffee and go out to search them out. You find them pretty quickly, they are on the outside, placed in a thick branch and looking down to the ground. The moment you too look down your heart skips a beat.

There's an absolutely massive horde of Spore Carriers walking across like a massive green tide. They are so numerous that their combined steps even make the entire treehouse shake lightly. Fortunately for you they are completely ignoring the van and walking around it, looks like the vehicle hasn't sustained any damage. Jun is the first one to notice your presence, she quickly brings one of her fingers to her mouth to indicate you to be quiet.

"It has been going for five minutes already. We don't know how long it will take until the completely pass." The pilot whispers to you. "Before they approached the parrots and most other fauna ran the hell away from here, they seem to know that the best course is simply running away."

> Wait until they leave. This might take hours, perhaps an entire day even, but you have enough food to last.
> See if there's anything around that could be used to create molotovs and other explosives. Take advantage of your tactical position and kill the horde. In the long run you'll be doing the island a favor.
> Other options write in.

>>4764546
> Wait until they leave. This might take hours, perhaps an entire day even, but you have enough food to last.
I don't think starting a wildfire in the middle of a jungle and/or destroying the van is worth it. Let's sit down and let Roa take visual notes maybe, idk I'm not an AI.

>>4764549
>idk I'm not an AI.
I'm not completely sure about that. You pretty much consistently reply to my updates fast as fuck. And are constantly changing your ID. It's kinda weird lmao.

>>4764549
Agree with zxc who apparently may be an AI

Axsi, had we licked the toad would we have ended up going on a spirit quest with Maggot? Lmao

>>4764675
> Axsi, had we licked the toad would we have ended up going on a spirit quest with Maggot? Lmao
Bet. While searching for encounter tables I found loads of stuff for fantasy and very little for post apocalyptic stuff. A lot of the fantasy stuff was great but couldnt be adapted. Licking the toad would have sent us on a little magical adventure we would have met the dragonborn

>>4764697
Aw... would have been fun if we came out of it able to fus roh DAH our enemies

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>>4764988
Yeah, that would have been awesome, but hard to explain. You get high on psychodelic mutant toads and awaken with superpowers? Nah, too OP.

I might add a Skyrim Based PA as a easter egg tho...

>>4764546
> Wait until they leave. This might take hours, perhaps an entire day even, but you have enough food to last.

You hate the idea of waiting idle, every minute that you waste in this god forsaken jungle you feel more and more separated from your children. Who knows what kind of warped and terrible things might have done to them... perhaps you are already too late, perhaps they have already been butchered and devoured by some Super-Mutant cannibal. The thought of it makes you shudder and shakes you to the core, you are a jaded soul, your time in the wastes has left you scarred both outside and inside, you have learned to shrug off most things, but that... the sole idea of being too late terrifies you.

But there's nothing you can do. Creating molotovs might be viable but if you scorch the ground under your feet you might end causing a wildfire, one that would eventually engulf the same tree you are standing in, and probably also the van. And who knows, the fire might not even be enough to stop these monsters. It looks like the rest don't like the idea of waiting either, but there's nothing else you can do, so everybody returns to the house and sighs.

Maggot ends stripping down and walking into one of the roofs carrying a bucket full of toads to sunbathe and continue licking and tripping balls. JC and Juniper sit together and start playing cards, the robot once more tries to teach the pilot how to play caravan, but once more it seems like Juniper simply doesn't gets the gist of it. You simply rest on a couch and pass time as best as you can, you read some of the books that are around, take a bath in the surprisingly clean bathtub, inspect and maintain all of your weapons and armor and even try cooking something more complex than a can of heated cram and black coffee... but honestly it's all moot, nothing can distract you from the fact that your children are so close, yet so far apart. Everything looks boring and tedious now, how did you pass your time before becoming a child of the wastes? Back in San Francisco you were a city boy, a sheltered kid that never endured the dangers of the post nuclear world, one that had never taken a life nor needed to do whatever it took to survive...

Suddenly you notice it, there are no more vibrations. Quickly you head out and look to the ground, there are no more Spore Carriers, the green horde has moved on.

>>4765401

"Break's over! Everybody get ready! We will depart in five!" You scream as you eagerly get back into your Power Armor and hurriedly jump from the house to the ground.

You land with a earth shattering impact and quickly run a few feet and then use your grappling hook to create a tethered chain from which the rest can rappel down. After a while they appear and at first they look confused, but then JC grabs the metallic wire with his robotic hands and screams "Hold onto me!" Maggot and Juniper jump and grab him by the wheel and the three quickly descend from the treehouse as they send bright sparks flying everywhere. They land quite clumsily but none of them suffer any damage.

Soon enough you are back on the road, Juniper's driving faster than usual, she has one hand on the steering wheel, the other in the gear stick, both are tightly gripping and constantly moving with darting speed. This island's geography is pretty mountainous and difficult to drive around, hell even before the war most of the island only had roads around the coastline, now that everything has been turned into a massive jungle and roads are all but nonexistant the mere act of driving must be a near impossible challenge.

Maggot constantly checks the map and from time to time gives directions, but its hard to say if he's being useful or if he's still hallucinating and tripping.

Suddenly Juniper presses the brake and loudly the entire vehicle screeches and slides across some slippery mud. The environment has changed wildly, it isn't a thick jungle anymore, it's a foul smelling swamp now. You remember seeing a swamp when you approached and recon'd the Fortress by plane. Good, you are getting closer and closer.

"What's wrong?" JC asks as he loads his weapons.

"The mud's too slippery, we need to put chains on the wheels, and we are also running low on fuel." The pilot replies clearly stressed. Everybody gets out and the suddenly become hit by the absolute stench of the area.

"Fuck, let's do this quick." Juniper says as he grabs the chains from the rear of the van.

>>4765405

You are lacking proper tools and equipment but fortunately JC and you are strong enough to lift the heavy van just enough to allow Juniper and Maggot to install the chains over the wheels. It takes only a few minutes but it leaves you absolutely exhausted. Once the wheels have been changed Juniper proceeds with the refuelling while JC opens the hood and starts checking the engine.

"Fuck, this is bad." The robot says after inspecting the running motor. "The wiring that we have is half broken, without it the van will cease to function. Diego, Maggot, do you think you can go and search around? We really need that copper wiring, if not... shit I think I could use some of mine."

You nod and load your weapon. Honestly you don't like the idea of travelling with the raider but he has proved to be a good spotter and pretty perceptive all around.

"Alright, let's move." You tell him as you turn from the van and head deeper into the muddy swamp.

"Right behind ya!" The raider replies.

You thought that the jungle was terrible, but the swamp is even worse. The floor is muddy and makes travelling a long and exhausting task, the heat is unbearable and there's a foul smelling musk that emanates from the ground itself. It looks like this place is also home to several cannibal and psychotic tribes and raider gangs, as you walk you pass by a long and rusty chain tied to a thick and rotting branch, the chain ends in a shackle and a skeletal arm, it looks like it was gnawed, the rest of the skeleton is missing. You have to be careful of where you step, the ground looks the same everywhere but its impossible to say if your next step will be on semi-solid ground or in a liquid well that will quickly swallow you whole. As you carefully advance you see the bones of a horse with several pure white hair around, hugging it there's the skeleton of a small child, they are a grim reminder of what can happen to you if you aren't careful enough.

"Hey, stop, I think I see something." Maggot suddenly says as he uses binoculars to look in front of you.

"What do you see?" You ask in a whisper.

"I think it's a tank, if there's wire around it has to be there. It looks like its a mile away."

You nod and keep walking, in sombre silence. Now that the vegetation isn't as thick you can see the sky above you, its starting to get dark, nightfall will arrive soon. If that happens returning back to the van without a flashlight will be nearly impossible. You have the light of your Pip-Boy to guide you, but what truly worries you is having your light betraying your position. You are extremely close to the fortress, you can't fail now.

>>4765408

As you continue you pass by another treehouse. This one is inhabited, you can see several faces quietly observing you from behind the dirty windows, they look decrepit and old and don't move a single inch. Your geiger counter starts cracking and making noise, this place is heavily radioactive. You give one last look at the people spying on you, there's something wrong with their faces, they give you the creeps and chill you to the spine.

"Holy shit, lets get out of here." The raider whispers as he slowly turns and looks around him. You follow where he is looking and then see it, among the trees that are surrounding you there are corpses hanging by their feet, all of the skin has been removed from their bodies and a few discarded items litter the ground beneath them. They weren't killed for their flesh, they weren't killed for their items, they were tortured and killed just because. In the trees there are also dozens of colorful mutant parrots, some have two heads, all have bald spots on their bodies, most of the time they are quiet but every now and then one screeches and imitates the sound of human screams and voices of people calling for help. Their beaks are bloody, they have clearly feasted on the hanged corpses.

Suddenly the sound of a door opening catches your attention, you look back at the treehouse and see a heavily mutated man with a double barrelled shotgun aiming at your direction.

"Fuck run!" You scream as the ground close to your feet suddenly explodes.

Together you make an escape and start running as more shotgun blasts explode behind you. After a while the shooting ends, it looks like you are out of that people's territory, and thus safe now, well, as safe as one can be in an irradiated swamp.

"Fucking hell. My genetic code is an absolute mess but those incesutous mutant swamp folk make me look like a fucking superman. Have you seen them?" Maggot says.

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>>4765417

"Why... why do you think that they killed people?"

"Oh, jealousy no doubt. Imagine knowing that there's something wrong with you, something that you can't fix or hide. Knowing that people hate you because of how you look and nothing will ever stop them from hating you. And then you have dozens of people every year that trespass your territory and perhaps even harass you and your family or steal your hard earned food. These corpses were there as a warning, one that we ignored."

"Jesus."

The sky starts getting darker and darker. Together you continue walking and suddenly see an eerie glow in a side of the path, your geiger counter cracks to life and starts beeping like wild. Maggot grabs the binoculars and looks at the direction of the glow and then starts laughing.

"Oh my fucking god I cannot believe it." He says as he proceeds to walks towards the source of the radioactive light. "You gotta come and see this!"

You follow him back and to your surprise see a dump of nuclear waste, barrels filled with a green goo that glows with a deadly invisible fire. But that's not the odd part about it, dumps like this one can be found in several parts of the wastes, and they are specially prominent underwater. What truly makes this dump special is a ghoul. In the center of the dump and surrounded by nuclear waste lies the fattest ghoul that you have ever seen, at least 600 lbs fat and incapable of moving. There's a sign next to it that says "Shoot the Fat Ghoul, brings good luck!". Judging by the scars this poor creature has been shoot thousands of times, there are uncountable brass cases and empty fusion cells littering the floor. If it weren't so fat and surrounded by the nuclear waste this creature would have died several times already.

> Shoot the ghoul, you need all the good luck you can get.
> Take mercy on the creature. Shooting it on the head might not be an effective method. Approach it and use your thermal cleavers to decapitate it. You might end getting pretty irradiated, but nobody deserves such a fate.
> Ignore it, the Tank with the wiring is not far away, go straight for it.
> Other options, write in.

>>4765423
> Ignore it, the Tank with the wiring is not far away, go straight for it.
> Watch out for traps.

This all quickly got from 0 to 100.
Pretty sure we don't want to show Roa we are dumb enough to believe in luck from tormenting random living things, but mercy killing that ghoul is not worth the rads and wasting what little time we have before the dark.

Oh shit, I forgot to add that Roa observes the Spore Carriers and analyses them. Fuck, I will include something about it in the next update.

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>>4765437
Don't worry about it. Roa could've been observing those things without us noticing, especially since Diego got out of the Power Armor at the time. Could turn up if we ever meet with similar creatures again.

>>4765435
>This all quickly got from 0 to 100.
And it will get even worse.

The closer we get to the Fortress the more violent things will get. The Blood Games will have several victors, those who are deemed worthy will become Super-Mutants. Whereas the Fortress is considered sacred ground and no blood can be spilled the same can't be said from its surroundings. Champions actively try killing other champions before they reach the Fortress to get rid of the competition. And since the area around the fortress isn't a jungle anymore there isn't any vegetation to give you cover and hiding. The swamps are deadlier than the jungle, not because of deadly fauna or flora, but due to the champions that will savagely target other participants and anyone that gets in their way really.

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Sorry friends, but I'll have to end it for today, it's getting late for me.

As usual feel free to write questions about the quest, its lore or add critiques and suggestions and tomorrow morning if possible I'll reply to everything!

Thanks for playing!

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>>4765477
Hey, gimme my reward.

>>4765423
> Take mercy on the creature. Shooting it on the head might not be an effective method. Approach it and use your thermal cleavers to decapitate it. You might end getting pretty irradiated, but nobody deserves such a fate.
We keep skipping Ax's hooks, its not fair

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>>4765679
Awesome! Your reward is a Nuka-token. If you use it you will get one automatic nat100 in any dice roll that you want!

It can be used only once so spend it wisely!

>>4765682
+1 let's put the poor fucker out of his misery

I also would like to end thd ghoul, but there's a bunch of ways executing him could fuck us over and we should avoid getting fucked over in this place. Like getting misfortune instead, someone watching &/ guarding, ghoul being aggressive, we might get hit by a geyser of radioactive blood and it could take longer than we think.

>>4766125

Actually, is this a feral ghoul or a sentient ghoul?

>>4766195
That will be answered in the next update, I'm writing it right now.

oh dear

>>4766196
>>4766197

Yeah, maybe we just need to throw him some SlimFast and call it a day if he's not feral.

>>4765423
> Take mercy on the creature. Shooting it on the head might not be an effective method. Approach it and use your thermal cleavers to decapitate it. You might end getting pretty irradiated, but nobody deserves such a fate.

"Roa, I'm about to enter a high radioactive zone, do you have any rad-x for me?"

"Injecting Rad-X.

Your geiger counter continues loudly cracking, but your HUD indicates that you aren't really absorbing a lot of harmful rads. You will be able to stay here for some time before the rads start truly affecting you. The Rad-X along with the natural defences provided by your Power-Armor would make this otherwise unbearably radioactive hotspot into someplace more or less liveable.

The ghoul looks like it once was a tourist of some sort, you can see what looks like a tattered hawaiian shirt and swimming trunks on his damaged and bloated body. When you approach it he weakly tilts his head, his face is covered in scar tissue and glowing tumours, his eyes are bleeding a neon green blood, there are no teeth on his mouth, surely all of them had been knocked out decades ago. His entire body is a bloated mass of scars, glowing veins, weeping sores and open wounds. His legs have been amputated, violently and crudely destroyed at the knee level, it looks like this was the result of a mine blast.

"Nobody deserves living like this." You whisper as you grab your two Thermal Cleavers and see the blades quickly changing from dull grey to a glowing red hot and becoming superheated.

You close your eyes and gulp, then raise your arm and with all of your might go straight for the neck. A regular person would have been immediately decapitated, but this creature is far from average. To your surprise the blade gets stuck in the neck, it's ghouilification has turned his skin and hard and leather like. The superheated blade starts to burn and from the wound smoke starts to emerge, and then flames.

The ghoul slowly tilts his head towards you, blood spraying with each one of his pained movements. With another grunt you grab his head with one hand and use the other to finish the job. Slow and steadily the blade continues digging and digging until ultimately the head comes of among a spray of blood, smoke and flames. "T-thank...youuuu." the decapitated head then says in a growling yet not threatening voice.

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>>4766268

You grimace and throw the head to the ground. You are too jaded to be affected by this, but it is an horrific experience nonetheless. You look at yourself and see your armor covered in a mixture of ash, green blood, mud and glowing sap, you "clean" yourself with more mud and slowly return to Maggot.

"Hey, that was cool of you." The raider says as he pats you in the shoulder. "You are a good man. It's nice to be surrounded by non psychotic folk for a change."

"There's always time to leave this lifestyle you know?"

"Perhaps. I dunno. Maybe... I think that I was expecting to die on this journey you know? I have raided settlements in every island, Hawaii was my last stop. I knew that it would be deadly, but I kinda welcomed it. I would have been a good ending to my life. Perhaps seeing the blood games might be the only thing that truly makes me sick to the stomach and truly makes me change my ways..."

You nod and gently pat him on the back before continuing with your journey. Your objective is not very far away now. Quickly you reach the half sunken vehicle and see what it is, an old tank, there are bullet impacts against its hull, from its opened turret a thick tree emerges, around it there are several graves, in one of the branches an skeletal soldier hangs. Scenes like this are far too common in the wastes, it's hard to imagine what happened here, but its easy to know that these people suffered greatly.

Since Maggot is the smallest of the two and his hands are petite he's the one that opens the engine hood and proceeds plucking the wires. You stay outside keeping an eye for enemies. Fortunately no one appears, you can see birds flying and snakes slithering in the distance, but no Spore Carriers, Cazaclaws or any other mutant abomination of the wastes.

"Any luck?" You ask after a while.

"Mmh!" The raider replies as he pulls his arm from the tank's guts and plucks out a massive bundle of colorful wires.

"So, I was thinking." He then says. You think we should do a detour and avoid the hillbilly's house or take advantage of the dark and go all in and blast those fools? I got some molotovs and nades, you got your burning laser pistol. I think we can take 'em out."

> Kill the fuckers. They attacked you first.
> Surround the treehouse and avoid them.
> Other options, write in.

>>4766270
Is there any more trees nearby? I think we could set one on fire to keep attention away from us and the van.

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>>4766286
Sorry, I deleted the post and added it again because I forgot to add the picture of the Thermal Cleavers and wanted to fix a couple of typos.

The swamp is kinda like this picture. There are trees yes, but it's mostly dead looking trees without leaves. Creating a fire could be a working and effective tactic.

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>>4766290
Nice pic, thanks.

>>4766285
> Surround the treehouse and avoid them.
He said they're just ugly sad mutants.
> Try to identify the tank.
Any info on who it belonged to.
> Tell Maggot to set the tank tree on fire to divert attention away from us.

And let's get outta there.

>>4766294
+1

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>>4766285
> Try to identify the tank.
> Tell Maggot to set the tank tree on fire to divert attention away from us.
> Surround the treehouse and avoid them.

"Roa, anything you can tell me about the tank, is there any component or piece that we could use?"

"Scanning... It's a M-245 Patton, more specifically the Tor Frick Pattern. There are still two 140 mm projectiles in the interior, ready to be shot. The tree blocks access to the interior, they are impossible to retrieve. The rest of the valuable components, item and resources have been destroyed or damaged and rusted beyond use, or are inside of the vehicle and impossible to retrieve."

"A shame." You say patting the mighty yet useless vehicle. "Maggot, torch it down."

"What? Why?" The raider asks as he lights a molotov. Despite questioning your orders he follows them blindly. In another life, had he been born in Ohana he would have made an excellent soldier.

"The fire will distract the mutants of the treehouse. With them distracted we will be able to safely cross their territory."

"Awesome." He then says as he chucks a vodka bottle full of a mixture made of oil, alcoholic spirits and fuel.

The tree immediately sets ablaze and starts burning wildly. "Huh, you might want to run thought." Maggot the says as he slowly walks back.

"What, why?"

"The tank was full of fuel, apparently a leak in the main deposit, there was also a lot of ammunition and grenades inside, i think that the hanged dude was the only one that survived the nuclear fallout, perhaps he became a ghoul, he stored the ammo and weapons of his companions inside of the tank to keep them safe from raiders I think."

The flames quickly descend onto the interior of the tank and shortly after a cacophony bullets exploding and ricocheting inside of the tank erupts. It won't be long until the vehicle explodes.

"Fuck!" You scream as you grab the raider by the neck and put him on your back. Together you run as fast as your powerful legs allow, the explosions behind you become louder and louder and then bullets start flying in every direction, some whistling and darting only inches away from you.

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>>4766674

You expected a quiet and stealthy return but instead what you got is the mother of all parties. Before you can notice it you are back at the treehouse, the entire family is out, perched in the rooftops and looking at the burning tree. Being stealthy isn't an option anymore, despite being camouflaged your running betrays your position, they clearly have noticed your approach.

"Fuck you you mutant inbreeds!!" Maggot screams as he grabs his submachine gun and wildly opens fire over the house. Several of the mutated swampfolk try to return the fire with shotguns and crude pipe weapons but their attack doesn't lasts very long. Suddenly the tank explodes, the explosion turns the main turret, the flames burns the two lodged shells and once they reach a critical point they are fired. *BOOM! The entire treehouse is shelled down and explodes into a million pieces, fragments of wood, glass, metal and gore rain all around you.

Somehow you manage to run all the way back to the van.

"Hey! Are you ok?" Asks Juniper as he cleans some blood from her body. Looks like they were attacked by a few Spore Carriers but managed to dispatch them without your aid.

"Yeah..." You say huffing and almost out of breath. Maggot jumps out from your back and cracks his knuckles.

"It was easy." He then says as he handles the wire to JC.

"We heard an explosion." The robot replies after grabbing the copper wiring.

"Yeah... you know, typical wasteland stuff." You reply with a chuckle.

You sit down on the floor and rest while JC finishes fixing the van. Once everything is ready you all get in and continue the journey.

"We should be close right?" You then ask.

"Yeah, we should arrive tonight." Juniper replies.

For a while the journey continues without any problem or anything remarkable but then suddenly a scream echoes from above, "FOR KUNUIAKEA!!" as soon as the scream ends a massive thud is heard and the ceiling caves in. From above an axe pierces the van's roof and once the chassis is breached a pair of muscular hands start ripping open a hole. A massively muscular giant man stands on top of the van, his entire self screams murder. "YOU CALL YOURSELVES CHAMPIONS? YOU COME FOR THE GAMES? YOU ARE COWARDS! YOU TRAVEL IN A CHARIOT INSTEAD OF WALKING THE LAND! YOU ARE A DISGRACE!" He screams, foam coming out of his mouth.

> Order Juniper to stop the van. Luckily this will launch him onto the floor.
> Order Juniper to keep on driving. Jump on top of the van and fight him there.
> Order everybody to open fire!
> Other options, write in.

>>4766676
>> Order Juniper to stop the van. Luckily this will launch him onto the floor.
oh wow

>>4766683
Hey you are the guy that found the easter egg! Congratulations. I literally added it a couple of days ago. I thought it would take longer to be found.

>>4766764
Oh yeah, I'm the one guy who checks the docs. I've been waiting forever for the last page to have something useful.
I'll be sure spend the token wisely.

>>4766676
> Order Juniper to stop the van. Luckily this will launch him onto the floor.
I see he's half-naked. How about we test the durability of his ribcage?

>>4766777
Thank you for finding the token! We might need it where we're headed.

>>4766676
> Order Juniper to stop the van. Luckily this will launch him onto the floor.

"Stop the van!" You scream.

The vehicle suddenly stops as your driver presses the brake with both feet. Despite being driving over slippery mud the deceleration is sudden enough to send the barbarian raider flying in front of you. He clumsily falls and rolls over the ground before sinking his heavy axe on the ground and stopping on his tracks.

He's not a mere human, he's almost as big as you are, his muscles are massive and he looks like he could easily rip off someone's spine with his bare hands. Unlike you he's practically naked, his body is covered in some loincloth and decorated with colorful feathers and the bones of his victims.

With a scream he stands up and lifts his axe, on his other hand he wields a dagger made of green/blue crystal. The impact and the fall would have killed any normal person, or at least it would have shattered several of his bones. He seems to be fine, barely bruised at all, only even more angered if anything.

"COWARDS! YOU AREN'T WORTHY OF STEPPING ON THIS HOLY GROUND!"

> Floor it. Run over him.
> Get down of the car and fight him. Have the rest continue without you.
> Order everyone to get down, fight him together.
> Other options, write in.

>>4766848
>> Get down of the car and fight him. Have the rest continue without you.
Ok, violence it is.

>>4766848
> Get down of the car and fight him. Have the rest continue without you.
> Fire the Spanish Navy Cannon at him as soon as we're out

Let's see him try to axe this.

>>4766868
+1 this. Cannon time!

>>4766848
> Get down of the car and fight him. Have the rest continue without you.
> Fire the Spanish Navy Cannon at him as soon as we're out

"Alright." You say, as you grab your massive navy cannon that you found on a shipwrecked ship in an underwater cavern. "I'm gonna head out."

"Wait!" JC intervenes. "Alone?"

"Yeah. Continue driving for five minutes and then stop. If I'm not back in thirty minutes then it means that I'm dead. Since this is my mission, well, feel free to go back to Tomorrowland. If I die, Juniper I want you to keep my plane, JC, I want you to go back to the Worker's Nest, the mother of my children is there, take care of her... Maggot, the only thing I have for you is advice, don't be a jackass, nobody likes jackasses."

This is not their war, soon it might be, but right now this is your responsibility. You are pretty confident thought, not only you have a Power Armor, but also thanks to the Brotherhood your naval cannon has been modified to be able to shoot several times without reloading. Even if the barbarian manages to dodge one or two of your shoots ultimately you will end shooting him down, along with a great chunk of the swamp, but you don't really care about this putrid and smelling place, so who gives a shit if you shoot down several trees.

Once you are ready you open the rear door and jump out. The van immediately starts driving and steering away from the barbarian.

"YOU AND I? VERY WELL, SO BE IT METAL MAN!" He grunts as he spits on the ground. "I'LL OPEN YOU LIKE A CAN OF SARDINES AND EAT YOUR GUTS... LIKE SARDINES!"

You don't even flinch at his lame attempts at intimidation and simply raise your cannon and proceed to open fire indiscriminately. *BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Smoke fills the battleground and the moment you stop firing and the smoke clears you find a floor full of craters, broken trees and blood. You walk towards the area where the raider once stood and to your surprise find that the Barbarian is still alive, if only barely. He's missing all limbs, blood violent geysers and splatters from here his arms and legs once stood.

"This is no warrior's death..." He gasps, blood coming out of his mouth. "F-finish me, champion."

> Leave him be. Don't grant him his wish.
> You showed mercy to the Ghoul, do the same here.
> Use your Thermal Cleavers to cauterise his wounds and one of your Super-Stimpaks to keep him alive. Then interrogate him. Who knows, he might even survive this.
> Other options, write in.

>>4766972
> You showed mercy to the Ghoul, do the same here.

Not much of a life with arms and legs blown off. Let's finish him,loot the body, reload our cannon, and jog back to the van.

>>4766972
> You showed mercy to the Ghoul, do the same here.
then
> Check if the dagger and axe are still around.
Maggot might find use for either of them.

What just happened.
Maybe we should try to conserve ammo if we have this much firepower.

>>4767002
For real. I almost felt bad. Almost.

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>>4766972
> You showed mercy to the Ghoul, do the same here.
> Check if the dagger and axe are still around.

You walk towards the soon to be corpse and with a swift motion stomp on his head and turn his skull into dust. The execution is so extreme that his blood and gray matter cover up to your knees. A warrior to the end you find what's left of his hands and arms still tightly clutching his weapons. You stop to inspect the loot that he left behind and see that the dagger is made of glass, a strange green looking glass.

"Roa, analyse." You whisper.

"Analysing... Analysis complete. Steel handle, leather grip, Blade made of uranium glass, the glass was formed naturally after a nuclear bomb detonated on sand. 97% of possibility of being from a detonation that happened on this island. It is mildly radioactive, thanks to your Power-Armor the radiation won't affect you, people that are hurt by it will feel it thought."

You nod and sheathe the knife, it might be useful in the future. On the other hand you find a crude axe made from poorly smelted and crafted metal, despite being low quality it is incredibly sharp, the massive breach in the van's roof is proof of it. Unfortunately the handle has broken, perhaps you can weld it to the Naval Cannon to act as a bayonet of some kind, and if that's not possible, well, you can sell it for scrap.

Quickly you run back to the van and to your surprise find them sooner than expected. You reach a wooden wall and see the van is in front of a great open gate. On each side of the gate there is a giant Super-Mutant, bigger than anyone that you have ever seen, their bodies are covered in armor and on their hands they have miniguns.

"Hey!" JC waves you. "We aren't allowed to enter with the van. We have to go on foot. Apparently this place is called the Boneyard? We don't know much, the guards aren't really talkative."

Unlike California's mutants these ones have reddish skin, and for some reason the few areas of their bodies that are naked and exposed are constantly steaming and sweating.

This is it, this is it.

>Roll 1d100!

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>4767125

Forgot to say. Its best of 3 as always. So two more rolls please!

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>4767125

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>4767125

Awesome rolls! Believe it or not you have skipped a whole deal of trouble.

>>4767125

In the distance you see several people coming out of the swamp as well, it looks like this is the only entrance to the Fortress. The people that come are all either bloodied, limping or have a thousand yard stare on their faces, the jungle and the swamp leave no rock unturned, no soul unstained. Most appear to be warriors of some kind, some appear to be tribals, others look like raiders or pirates and a very few ones seem to be wealthy merchants that are surrounded by aggressive looking bodyguards.

"It's aright., it did the job." You say patting the side of the van. "We will continue on foot."

You all group together and proceed to the gate but just as you are about to cross the two Super-mutant guards move and get in your way.

"No helmets." One of them says with a voice that sounds like two rocks grinding against each other. You look at them stunned and then notice that their patience runs thin, only a couple of seconds after their indication one of them starts spinning his minigun. You look behind you and see that indeed everybody is removing their helmets and masks, there is no anonymity in this place. Juniper and Maggot look at you, as if seeking your approval, you nod and they immediately proceed to remove their headgear.

Juniper's face is covered in grimy bandages, some of which look bloodstained, there's still not knowing if its a he or a she. Maggot's face is surprisingly unmutated, he's far from being handsome, he's quite average looking in fact, but you were expecting something much worse. Once they are done you too remove your helmet.

The two guards look at each other and one of them grabs a book and starts flipping across the pages.

"You are supposed to be dead, Diego Buenaventura." The guard then says as he shows a page of the book, one that has a picture of your face with a red stencil cross over it. The picture is old and grainy, made hastily by someone lacking in skill, but there's something that you notice from it, it's from before your time in Hawaii, from the time when you were still a scrawny little guy. Next to the picture its your name and several measurements and other notes about you, unfortunately you don't have time to read any of it, as the guard quickly closes the book.

"Wait here." He then says as he goes crosses the gate and enters into a small open tent and proceeds to use and peak to a ham-radio. Despite being massive Super-Mutants they seem to be pretty delicate if needed, most regular muties would have crushed the radio's communicator by accident.

"Kunuiakea wishes to meet you and your companions. A chariot is being delivered." The guard then says as he returns.

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>>4767754

After saying this the guard goes back to his duty and continues controlling the gate, you look at your companions and they all seem to be confused and afraid in equal measure. After a while the "Chariot" comes to the gate, its made from a repurposed car that has been stripped of the engine and the roof and is being carried by four highly mutated horses.

"Proceed." The guard then says. You want to ask questions but know that they will never answer. There's also no way that you can win them in a fight, until now you have always been the strongest individual in a fight, but these two are at least a head taller than you are, and their weapons could easily shred you to pieces in matter of seconds. You could always turn around and leave, but perhaps it is too late for that as well, somehow Kunuiakea, the leader of the High Evolutionary knows of you, and for some reason wants a meeting. Your only option is to go ahead.

You cross the gate and the rest follow shortly afterwards, one by one you sit down on the "chariot" and the horses immediately start to gallop and trot. You had never seen horses before, only in books, comics and old movies, honestly you might have preferred to never have seen horses, this creature is absolutely horrendous, its body is full of cancerous sores, it has several extra limbs and its skin looks leathery and damaged.

"What the fuck was that?" Finally asks Maggot, breaking the silence.

"No fucking idea. But it doesn't looks good." You reply.

The chariot advances across a small settlement, it looks like this place isn't a real town, but a temporal area for the travellers to stay on and sleep, the place is full of tents and with the exception of the wooden walls and the Fortress in the centre there isn't any real permanent structure. In the settlement dozens of people scream and fight, some are selling overpriced wares and vital necessities like clean water, food and medicines. There's an absolute lack of any kind of sewage or sanitation, rotting trash, decomposing corpses and feces of all kinds litter everywhere.

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>>4767758

"What is this place?" Juniper asks horrified by the sight of the violent tent city.

"The Boneyard. I've heard of it." Maggot replies. "It's a ring that surrounds the Fortress. Once the games begin the gates are closed and nobody is allowed to enter or leave. Aspiring champions and people that come to see the games settle here and wait between the events, some merchants try their luck and make it all the way here to sell their stuff at insulting prices, but its worth it, there isn't any kind of on poisonous or non radioactive source of food or water around here so they end making loads of profits, high risk high reward stuff you know? I was asked to work as bodyguards for merchants like these a few times, always rejected the offer, I'm a free spirit, I don't like having a boss. Anyway, since people aren't allowed to enter or leave at some point the food that the people brought will start to run low, and then its when the real fun begins. Violence will ramp up, people will start to steal and shoot each other for scraps. The High Evolutionary incite this, they are all about survival of the fittest after all, that's why no vehicles and no helmets are permitted, you are only allowed to bring what you can carry, and you can't hide your face so you can't anonymously steal food. There have even been years with no survivors, those are rumours thought. The name comes because after the blood games are over the only thing that remains here are the bones of the people that died."

Shortly after you reach the Fortress. Just like Saint said this place was once a massive prison, there are thick concrete walls that have been painted with blood and now depict the history of the High Evolutionary, on top of the walls there is rusty barbed wire full of decomposing corpses and even higher countless pikes with heads impaled on them, some of which look pretty fresh. On top and around of what once was the prison a massive wooden structure has been built, one that can easily house thousands of people. As you cross the metal gates you suddenly enter into Super-Mutant territory, there are no humans here, only mutants. They all observe you from the balconies and the catwalks. They are all naked, their bodies are absolutely muscular, their skins are red and steaming, some oddly enough have strange mutations, talons instead of hands, two heads instead of one, a functioning tail...

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>>4767765

Suddenly the chariot stops. All of the Super Mutants raise their blades and weapons to the sky and scream all at once. "HAIL! HAIL! HAIL! LONG LIVE THE FIRST OF MANY! LONG LIVE THE GREAT ONI LORD KUNUIAKEA! GOD AMONG GODS!"

From behind a closed double door then emerges the biggest person that you have ever seen, hell, you aren't even sure if it should be called person, it's a monster, an abomination, an affront to god itself. Standing at twenty feet tall is the biggest Super-Mutant that this wasteland has ever seen. Kunuiakea is dressed in ceremonial armor made from gold and jade, on his left hand there's a giant tower shield, one easily as big as he his, on his right hand there's a serrated sword made from wood, giant mutant shark teeth and obsidian shards.

"Welcome back home, my child." He says with a surprisingly gentle yet intimidating sounding voice, his words sound ethereal, crystalline, almost echoing. "I didn't expected you here. I was informed of your death. But alas it seems like destiny wanted for us to meet." He's speaking only to you, he doesn't even address the rest, to him they are mere insects completely below him.

"I'm not your son." You reply kind of angrily.

"Heh, straight to the point. I like it, that's a warrior's attitude. Please get down of the chariot and walk with me, you have many questions and I have much to show you. Worry not for your...subordinates, the Fortress is sacred ground, they won't be harmed as long as they are here, the same can't be said for the Boneyard."

> Write your questions.

>>4767768
Well, the obvious one would be
>How much do you know about me?
Should we ask about our children? He migth hold them over our head but he probably will do so even if we don't ask, because plot.

>>4767768
>What's with the mesoamerican attire?
>How is he so massive
(assuming he is much bigger than other muties)
>Why are we even speaking?
>Who is he exactly?

>>4767863
I thought Hevo don't know thosevare our kids since they were kidnapped randomly and not because of us and also long after we were deemed dead, it seems.

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>>4768553
>What's with the mesoamerican attire?
I'll reply this one out of Character. I can't draw for shit, so I pick up pictures from the internet. The Hevo are a mixture of Mesoamerican, Mongolian, Native Hawaiian and Japanese aesthetics. I just thought that this picture was cool. Pic related is more or less how they dress.

>I thought Hevo don't know thosevare our kids since they were kidnapped randomly and not because of us and also long after we were deemed dead, it seems.
You are right. They don't know these children are ours.

>>4767768
Let's not talk about our kids just yet. They might've just been picked up coincidentally in a regular raid.

I'd really just ask what the hell is going on. How does he know who we are?

>>4767768

"Alright." You say as you get down of the vehicle and approach him. You are used to being the tallest person around, but this monster towers over you. "What the hell is going on? How do you know so much about me?"

Kunuiakea snorts and nods, the turns around and starts walking deeper into the Fortress.

"Happening right now? The preparations for the annual Blood games. And about you? I know nothing about you, you are a stranger to my eyes, I knew about you, about the little man from California."

"That answers nothing."

"I brought you here, my child. I brought you along with other people from California. I've brought people from different parts of the world; Mexico, South America, Japan, China... they are part of a greater scheme. I was informed that the plane that brought you was downed by the Enclave, they have been a thorn by my side for quite a while already. How did you survive?"

"I... the plane was destroyed, I fell into the ocean and a fishing tugboat rescued me."

"That must have triggered a pretty intense fight or flight reaction. Good." He then says.

Together you walk and descend a set of stairs, the stairs were designed to be used by regular humans, so he has to be constantly crouching to advance. You dislike walking with him, and going underground makes you kind of anxious, makes you feel trapped, but nonetheless you continue going deeper and deeper, you need the answers.

"What do you know about the High Evolutionary? About FEV?"

"Well, not a lot." You remember that the Brotherhood gave you some sparse information, but they didn't have much to tell you.

>>4768719

"The Forced Evolutionary Virus was a biological miracle created before the Great War, it was designed to create perfect soldiers, but its makers ended discovering that it could also do a myriad of other things. Unfortunately the Virus was designed to work with unmutated human DNA, after the nukes the whole planet's genetic code was irradiated and twisted. What once made immortal demigods now suddenly created mutant abominations, before the nukes the virus had more than 80% of success, after them the success rate descended to less than 2%. Vault dwellers have a higher chance of success, as their DNA hasn't been as exposed to the world's radiation. As far as I know there are five vaults in Hawaii, the one in Maui that opened and become the city of Port Kalewa, their citizens aren't genetically pure anymore, another was built underwater, this one we explored and found unsuitable, the Vault was purposefully sabotaged to be slowly filled with water, the dwellers were forced to alter their DNA to survive and were turned into the mutants known as Guillfolk. There is another Vault in Lana'i, but that one didn't finish construction, and the other two haven't been discovered yet. To my satisfaction I quickly learned that civilised areas could be a good substitute for Vaults, safe cities lead to better and healthier citizens, people with a far more stable genetic code and much less rads than the average wastelander, most citizens of Port Kalewa, Honolulu or Fallen Horizon have around 30% of successfully evolving."

"Is that why do you kidnap people? Is that why did you brought me here?" You ask.

"Yes, as I said people from civilised areas, like San Francisco, have a better chance at evolving. Just like the merchants that risked their lives to come to the Boneyard and peddle their wares this was a very high risk high reward action. But it looks like it was worth it."

The stairs then end, at the end of them there is a guarded door, the two mutant guards nod and stay out of the way. You all enter inside and reach a massive derelict laboratory.

>>4768720

"This Fortress was a prison before the Great War, one designed to imprison people who were suspected of being communist allies, anti-american individuals or chinese spies. Hawaii's biggest demographic were asians, but when the war started to get hot dozens of soldiers from the mainland came, most of them being white or latino. These soldiers were racist, they had devoured too much propaganda about the "yellow demons", and that combined Hawaii being the territory that was physically closest to mainland china lead to an exacerbated sense of paranoia among them. If you were Asian you were always suspected of being a spy, no matter how patriotic you could be. I was a history teacher in the Chaminade University of Honolulu, one day a group of soldiers came knocking to my door, they accused me of being a spy and forcefully took me. I had no trial, I was guilty until proven innocent. This was no mere prison thought, here they tested and experimented on FEV, dozens of prisoners died, with each new death the formula was refined more and more. I too was experimented upon, they injected the FEV in me, but then just as the green liquid entered my bloodstream the nukes fell. My transformation started happening just as this entire laboratory shook and the scientists ran for their lives. With my newfound strength I easily broke my binds and one by one I killed every single guard and scientists that was here. I freed everyone here, a few ran away into the wastes, most stood by my side. Time passed and I kept evolving, becoming bigger, becoming stronger. Soon I understood it, the age of men is over, their hubris killed them, this will now be the age of the super-mutants. We are immortal, immune to diseases and radiation and we are superior in every aspect. We will not only survive in this wasteland, we will thrive on it. Unfortunately with the death of the scientists the formula to create more perfect Super-Mutants like me was lost. We have been ever since testing and perfecting the virus. We are so close."

"Is that why you are so massive?"

"Yes. I am a perfect creation. The pinnacle of human evolution. My children aren't perfect, but they are still superior in every aspect to the average wastelander."

Inside of the laboratory there are several vats full of green liquid, on top of them there are dozens of highly mutated corpses hanged upside down and being drained of their blood. They are still alive, breathing weakly.

"What...what is this place?" You ask horrified.

"We call it the Garden of Flesh. Not everybody evolves correctly, some become mutant abominations. Once the virus integrates with your DNA your body starts to naturally create it. We drain them to extract the virus of their blood, if we didn't do this we would have run out of FEV long ago. When they die they become food us. Nothing is wasted here."

Juniper belches and almost pukes, you can see that even Maggot and JC who are normally pretty stoic feel sick to the core.

>>4768721

"I saw some of the Super-Mutants with strange mutations on them." You then say.

"We prefer to call ourselves Onis. And yes, I know what you meant. There's a quirk on this strain of the virus. It damages their DNA, makes it fall apart. My children are genovores, they need to eat flesh or else they will suffer sudden cellular death. From the flesh that they eat they acquire DNA that they use to repair their own, but sometimes a little bit of that DNA sticks too much. Eat too many dogs and you will start to develop a snout and a tail, eat too many brahmin and you might develop a second head, and so on. Human flesh is the best for us, the one that keeps us the most stable. Do you know why we incite a culture of violence among the tribals of the island? Why are they constantly killing each other?"

"N-no." You say, horrified.

"Having an unmutated DNA isn't enough to evolve. You also need to have fire in your heart, passion in your blood, spite in your mind, hatred in your eyes. The transformation is long and painful, you might evolve properly, but if you are weak your body will simply die off. That's the paradox, our main problem. The more civilised people are the more chances they have of properly evolving, but the less chances they will have of surviving the process. We have created a warring society to be sure that the few survivors that make it all the way to the blood games will survive the transformation. If they evolve properly then I will have another child in my army, if they don't, they will go to the Garden of Flesh. And every one that dies along the way? Well, they are easy pickings for us, meat for my children so they can stay alive and sane for another day. That's why I said that it was good that your fall into the ocean triggered a fight or flight reaction, it's your survival instinct what made you evolve into what you are."

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"What... what are you talking about?"

"You don't know? Shortly after being kidnapped you were injected with FEV, every one that was with you on the plane was injected as well. Why do you think that you have become so big?"

Now you suddenly remember Proctor Malone's words, they had found FEV in your blood, you thought that it might have been cross contamination, but no, it was really you.

"I'm a Super-Mutant?" You ask.

"No, not in my eyes. You are limiting yourself, this armor, the pip-boy, the weapons, they might be powerful, but they are dragging you. It won't be until you are completely stripped and kill people with your own hands that you will further evolve, and truly become one of mine. If you want you can play in the Blood Games, the winner gets their wish made true and gets the chance of becoming another Oni demigod, another one of my children. If not I guess that you could also try living with us, perhaps being with your own folk might trigger the last evolutionary step that you need."

"I..."

> Participate in the Blood Games. Kunuiakea said that the winner gets their wish made true. Win the games and ask for your children.
> Move with the High Evolutionary. Stay with them for a while and see if you can discover where they are keeping your children. Just in case, stay with your companions.
> The gates of the Boneyard haven't been closed yet. Send Maggot, JC and Juniper back to the plane. Have them contact the Brotherhood and Ohana to inform them of the Fortress location. This entire place should be shelled and air bombed.
> Other options, write in.

>>4768723
>> The gates of the Boneyard haven't been closed yet. Send Maggot, JC and Juniper back to the plane. Have them contact the Brotherhood and Ohana to inform them of the Fortress location. This entire place should be shelled and air bombed.

But make it a big speech about you truly see the light about the High Evo and you see that it is your destiny to be join the great Super Mutants blablabla...

Tell your companions that they must return and spread the word of the Great High Evo and invite others of "pure descent" to participate in the blood trials.

Stuff like "I always wondered why I was so different..."

Let's use our speech skill to really sell this. Basically I want our friends to get back unharmed and not having anyone thing we have ulterior motives. Use our pipboy to secretly communicate our true plan to JC.

>>4768723
How long do the Blood Games last?

>>4768810
>How long do the Blood Games last?
A month more or less. Enough for the people in the Boneyard to run out of food and start fighting for scraps or even cannibalising each other.

>>4768723
> Move with the High Evolutionary. Stay with them for a while and see if you can discover where they are keeping your children. Just in case, stay with your companions.
Hevo infiltration arc, go.

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>>4768766
+1 and fight in the blood games

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>>4768723
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>>4768895
+1
Ideally buy ourselves a month to take care of shit and gtfo before the shells fall, cause I don't want Diego to die here but we really need to wipe this psychotic hellhole.

And the armor stays on. Tell him we're not ready to evolve yet. And if we're the only person with a power armor, then we're putting the helmet back on, it's not like anyone will have a trouble identifying us. Matter of fact, our PA is more memorable and noticeable in the crowd than a face.