Number One waited for Barry to finish talking first before chiming in.
"I...should point out that we DO have some individuals. They aren't superheroes like you still. They're... Ah, what's the term? Badass Normals. The Fallout Sector gains the right to be known by name because they've no fear of their identity being known. Now then-"
"Sir! A report from the field!"
The red-and-black powersuit looked at the interrupting soldier, not pleased at all. This was FUN and he was breaking flow!
"I'm a little busy here, you know. What is this?"
He looked at it, and then he turned it over and looked at it upside-down. This was due to the picture included.
"Soldier, why does that Super Mutant have tendrils?"
"We dunno, sir. Someone's doing weird shit over there."
"This is serious, and requires appropriate action. Send in Bob."
EVERYONE within earshot of that stopped what they were doing and glared.
"Bob, sir? You want it in that many pieces?"
"Couldn't hurt."
True enough, so the call was made to get Bob over here. Number One turned back to Barry now.
"I'm afraid I've taken too much time away from the work. Pressures of leadership and all that. You may get a ride back with FalloutBob."
As if on a cue, an Enclave hovercraft - an armored tankish machine with powerful engines, plasma turrets, and so on - came in and opened up to reveal a powersuited man with glowing-orange highlights on his black suit and...uhh...was that a Powered Claymore on his back? Nice.
FalloutBob: You rang, boss-man?
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Yes, he pulled out his sniper rifle. From this vantage point, he could hit just about anything, even if Sully fled. FalloutDavid loaded up, took aim, and...vanished! Oh shit. He was gonna really play god on this one, but not a merciful god. A smite-happy god. He even let out a "Mwa ha ha ha haaa!" type of villain laugh as he opened fire, almost not trying, but definitely putting it all scary-close to terrify the man. Sully would have to DO something to put this guy off. The Republic of Dave was too far from anything to use as cover from this guy...except...oh god no. No, that was suicide. Would he even make it if he tried? And if he did...what would happen if this soldier braved the Deathclaws anyway?
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Uhhh, no Cass. He's dead. He's
very dead. That there mutant's head was so badly gibbed that we officially award you the perk, Bloody Mess. Where you go from here is up to you, since your job's finished and the mutant's quite dead.
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Somewhere...
"Aaaaarrrggghhh!! Dammit, I thought I had it by now! Why won't you just go with the flow already?!?!"
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The Raiders were of an unfamiliar type, firing away at the mutant and getting increasingly agitated by the measure in which he was not dying. The mutant saw the light in his eye and went for it, though blinded by it. He still managed to dodge bullets and seemed to gloat about it [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbjiKIKzY3c]...right up until he bonked himself into the big rock. The car stopped and one of the raiders shouted.
"Heads! Dismount!"
They all got out and approached the four-legged mutant, now running in circles on the ground.
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Damn, that was a helluva thing! We almost lost the walrus-doc and his faithful companion, and then our moonshine extraordinaire would have to go back to talking to himself (we hope). How these two became traveling companions was...well...completely nutzo, but fortunately this was the place for it. Well, where they were off to for now was up to them. However...it should be noted that appearing over a distant hill...was a red glow...that moved!
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Morgan was rather pleased by this turn of events. William was such a trusted man and Dudley appeared both decent of character and even pleasant to deal with. It was, of course, HIGHLY dangerous...as he'd explained. The issue was very VERY simple, really. The Enclave being back in full swing, maybe even swinging faster than ever before, they had to be...dealt with. And in order to do that effectively, they would need information of the useful or even confidential kind. And how does one go about getting information like that? Infiltration. Get into the Enclave somehow and find out stuff, important findings on how to deal with them and what weaknesses their technology had. There must be something...
Morgan: May I assume then, that since neither of you has left in a fit, we may consider you up for the job? I will not ask how. Only that it is done, for us ghouls will surely never survive as long as the Enclave is in operation.
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"You can prevent another Moriarty here."
This little speech from Frank only served to annoy for the moment, so he was going to let the Steel man understand him a little better.
Lucas: I AM thinking of my son here. Maybe you think you know something, but the long and the short of it is that I need to protect Megaton, and so if a man wants to start selling lasers here to the people that live here... Well, you may notice we don't exactly let raiders in here. Deputy Weld knows right off who's in and who's out. There is a plan in mind, boy. Don't think I won't do anything if I find raiders packing energy all of a sudden. In the meantime, it'll be good to arm the wastelanders against the wasteland.
No one stopped Lucy from coming into Megaton with Vikki. If Sheriff Simms wanted to hear about the 'Doc' business with the mutants, then that was that. But what made THIS...we dunno. Something weird, or someone... They took it in and set it down onto a table for Moira to see and hopefully get some answers and figure out what's wrong here.
"I'm gonna guess the off part is the extra arm coming out of the gut."
Moira: To say nothing of all the other hands. What else was he doing?
Lucas: Babbling and carrying on, and then he upended his stomach contents onto that man's car.
And we know that Marlon's not pleased by that. So, Moira began to give it a close examination when she noticed...
Moira: This mutant's degrading faster than any other I've had before me! Incredible...
Lucas: But...do we know anything?
Moira: It must have gone through excessive mutation. I don't mean just the usual super mutant business. I mean alot of radical changes or
attempt at changes. I'd love to meet the machine that did this...
Massive mutations? Mutants going through more weird phases than they were allotted for? What was going on?