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PHOTO: REPCONN Planetarium
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Men In Tights
I had mentioned earlier that I was now in some sort of command center. How could I tell? Because there was a little window, covered with thick reinforced glass, that showed me a hangar bay.
Before you ask- yes. I know what a hangar bay looks like. The NCR likes setting up the trooper's pallets in Pre-War hangar bays, packing us up like sardines in a can.
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So. Space suit on the shelf. Hangar bay. Rockets. Piles of what looked like radioactive goop. I had to do a double take to be sure but- all the evidence was there.
Here I was thinking that they were just another random wasteland cult. Was Jason Bright seriously going to the moon? 
The moment I had told Jason the coast was clear, he brought his entire flock over to the hangar. It was... a strange sight. Ghouls in space suits running through bloodstained, dirty corridors.
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I asked him if he really was going to the moon when we met up in the command center again. He replied in his usual way- laden with prophetic talk and fancy terms. Long story short- he was going somewhere. He just wasn't sure where.
They needed some help for the rockets now, because the 'demons had come' and they now weren't able to find the parts they needed.
I volunteered to help, mostly out of curiosity. And the novelty. Seriously. It's not everyday that you find some weird space ghoul cult that wants to use rickety Pre-War rockets to fly the fuck out of the Mojave.
Jason directed me over to Chris- who was staring nastily at me because I was a 'smoothskin' and because I have hair. Whatever.
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Kidding. He was a lot more bearable now that Jason was essentially taking me on as his second human child or whatnot. He asked me if I had experience with rockets or Pre-War tech in general. I told him I pretty much did a bit of everything- in addition to being a medic and a Ranger-hopeful.
That explanation seemed to suffice. I asked him what he needed. He told me he needed some Isotope-239 igniting agent and a pair of thrust control modules. At this point in time, I still had one of Cliff's rocket toys on me.
In the typical fashion of someone who didn't know much about radioactive materials except that they glowed and made you sick, I asked Chris if the rocket toy was going to work.
Imagine my surprise when Chris told me that yes, it was going to work.
I legged back to Cliff over in Dinky's belly and bartered with him for three minutes so I could get the key to his storage room (in the literal sense, okay? No homo.)
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Honestly, I thought he was kidding when he said he had a whole room full of the stuff. My Pip-Boy was ringing off the hook too. I took what I needed, and then ran back to Chris for my next assignment.
Thrust control modules. He suggested I go to the nearby scrapyard to find some. Before I left, I had a chat with Jason about how weird it was to have Chris walking around with them.
Bright's response was that even they couldn't figure Chris out, so they just used him for his scientific prowess. I didn't give much of a fuck- that was what the world did to people- but I was curious on how Chris would react... given that Jason had pretty much told me that they fucked him over.
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I ran up to the Gibson Scrapyard and tried to haggle down the suspiciously young-looking 'Old Lady' Gibson. She wasn't budging though, so I had to fork over five hundred caps anyway.
And then, while I was there chatting the lady up about HELIOS One, ED-E decided to talk.
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It wasn't ED-E's voice though. It was a recording made by a Doctor Whitley from a place called 'Adams Airforce Base'. Now, I've been all over the West and I've never heard of 'Adams Airforce Base' before. I have been to Navarro though, and everybody knows what happened to the Enclave there.
See, before the NCR decided to fuck the Brotherhood of Steel over, they were driving out the remnants of America's government- the Enclave- out of the West. It was all before my time, so I don't really care much for it.
It was clear from the recording that Dr. Whitley... probably didn't know what happened to the Enclave at Navarro. Which meant that either the higher ups were hiding something from him or he came from a really far off place- the East maybe? He mentioned Chicago too. I've heard of Chicago- mostly from traders while I was over in Utah. It's like... the halfway point between West and East.
Yeah, geography's a bitch. Where was I? Ah right.
So.
I'm a former medic who rages out on chems and survived two shots in the head... who thought it was a good idea to travel with an emotionally-damaged former sniper and an Enclave robot on a mission to get revenge and find out who really was pulling the strings.
We're just a merry, merry band. All I need is to figure out how to dance properly and then I can put on a show.
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PHOTO: "They called it a 'Myspace Angle'..."
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So Much Crazy
'There are demons in the basement and you have to get rid of them so we can go and be a nice and proper cult,' That was what Jason Bright... kinda-sorta told me. So after I went through their things, I pranced off to the suspiciously bloody basement.
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Yeah, I had some new gear. Yeah, I had Boone and ED-E but... come on. Invisible Super Mutants. With Rebar Clubs. I was laughing nervously all the while I was down there. 
It was a good thing ED-E and my Pip Boy could detect lifeforms before I saw them. I was able to put the drop on the invisible Nightkin instead of having them appearing behind me to smash my brains in.
It didn't take long for me to find a survivor to the weird ghoul massacre. 
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He said his name was Harland, and he wasn't much of a believer in the whole 'Great Journey' bullshit either. I couldn't hold back my laugh when he told me he was just there for a 'ghoulette'.
Anyway. Once the Nightkin invaded the basement, he had been separated from the rest of the group. Before I arrived, he had made himself a nice little killzone and had been living off radroach meat and condensation from the pipes.
I wanted him gone because I had gotten a notice from upstairs that there was a safe down here somewhere, so I asked him to run back upstairs and rejoin Jason and his merry band. Harland's reply was that he wasn't leaving until I found his ghoulette.
A bit of exploring later and-
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Yeah, I found her. I hightailed it back to Harland and told him she wasn't leaving anytime soon. After that, he made a break for it and I tiptoed through his killzone. Tried to find the safe. Failed.
Boone was chuckling behind my back at this point. I asked him what was up. The 1st Recon sniper was pointing to the corner.
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That... badass motherfucker. He wasn't lying.
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As for the safe- well. I didn't find it. I did find a computer terminal (aside from the booby-trapped one down below that nearly took my fingers off) that held shipping manifests for StealthBoys.
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'Employee Misbehavior'. Yeah. I can imagine. Being invisible had its perks.
Thoroughly disappointed because there wasn't anything in the entire basement that was worth taking (aside from a gratuitous number of pilot lights, turpentine and other such industrial goods), I sort of... fell into a room that contained one last Nightkin.
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It was weird. Because I could see him. And he said something about me being the murderer of his people or something and that the Brahmin skull on the desk told him to kill me.
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I am just surrounded by so much crazy.
Brought him down with only a bit of trouble. Boone had gotten grazed by the Nightkin's crazy-ass car bumper sword so I patched him up. Told him, in a damnably cheery voice, that, at least he 'didn't get a free amputation'.
I found a key on the Nightkin's corpse and a rather mysterious door behind him, so I followed the yellow brick road even further. Imagine my surprise when I ended up in some sort of command center.
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And... found a space suit on a nearby shelf.
I laughed. And this time, it wasn't out of nervousness.
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PHOTO: Dinky's Society of Beret-Wearing Former Soldiers.
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Cultish, Much?
We rested for a bit under Dinky before we trekked across town and up the road onto REPCONN.
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First thing we see- this glowy guy on the road that sent my Pip-Boy's radiation meter haywire. Well, duh. Glowy things are baaad.
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Everything was quiet up the road, which was... odd.
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We made our way up to the gate and found this little kid in the toll booth. Same cult getup as the one I found in the coyote cave all those days back. I asked Boone if he was familiar with it and he shook his head.
Was I walking into some dogshit cannibal hellhole? It wouldn't be the first time. The whole lane was quiet like the grave, which made my skin shiver even though it was one in the afternoon. There was a camp up ahead- which I looted before I continued down the road.
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And I found the ghouls just standing out in the middle of nowhere. A couple of shots with the grenade launcher I bought from the Mojave Outpost fixed that problem up.
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Found another dead cult ghoul out on the steps and out on the road. Mostly out of nervousness, I fired off a joke about ghouls defending against other ghouls and Boone just gave me a sideways glance that simply screamed 'Yeah, not going to pay attention to you.'
I shoved some water down my throat and continued on.
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When I got into the main building, the intercom suddenly fired up and I heard a ghoul's voice telling me to follow the yellow brick road down to where they were. When I asked why, the disembodied voice growled at me and told me to keep moving.
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Immediately after that, I had to deal with an influx of ghouls. Yeah, okay. The voice had a point- it was safe where they were, but all the loot was out here.
And don't think I didn't see the dead Nightkin's body out on the front porch. Yeah. They're here. I'm trying not to think about it. I had Boone and ED-E looking out for me.
So.
I explored. There were ghouls, but they were easy to deal with.
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Found a nice safe with a hunting revolver on top-
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Went over to a fancy room-
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Found a busted down door and took it to be where the disembodied ghoul voice wanted me to go to. It was the only room with a set of metal stairs. I triple-checked the area before I decided to prance along like a good little boy.
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Imagine my surprise when the guy to greet me at the door wasn't even a ghoul in the first place. He looked like some weird poser who was trying too hard to be a ghoul. He told me to go and talk to some guy named Jason Bright and even called me a smoothskin.
Now, under normal circumstances, I would be demanding a large amount of caps for... whatever it was they wanted from me, but then I met Jason Bright.
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Jason Bright. Literally. Bright. I held back my glee while I was talking to him and listen to him blather on and on about some 'Great Journey'. As soon as he was out of sight, I burst into laughter.
Boone was... half-amused, a quarter impatient and a quarter ashamed of my behavior.
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'Are you seriously going to help these ghouls with their 'Great Journey'?' He asked me. 'How is this going to help us get to the Legion?'
He made a valid point, of course but- Fuck it, it's a religious cult. When was the last time you got the opportunity to be venerated as a god by a couple of batty, fucked-in-the-head ghouls?
...
Besides, Manny mentioned that I had to solve Novac's ghoul problem. Well, being temporary errand boy in exchange for cult-status was a great way to start.
See? I do have a sense of humor.
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PHOTO: A lot of rockets.
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Silence of the Brahmin
Here I was, toting around a mentally-and-emotionally scarred former First Recon sniper. I told him we'd kill a lot of Legion together but... the reality was, I needed him more than he needed me, actually. The guy who shot me was travelling with two Khans, and I still had to help clear REPCONN if I was going to get anything out of Manny. I needed an extra hand.
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... Which is to say, the moment he accepted my offer, I had a guilt attack for the rest of the evening and made a mental compromise by the end of it: if ever an opportunity to help with the NCR or kill Legion would arise, then I'd go beyond the boundaries and put myself aside.
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Even though the weather wasn't letting up any time soon, I decided to go ahead and continue my stakeout on Dusty McBride's farm. He had mentioned earlier that his brahmin were being attacked by something at night. The corpses were riddled with bullet holes but they never got to see whoever did it.
It was stupid work, really. Jesus work, but it gave me time to get to know my new travelling partner.
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Boone... seemed relieved when I told him I was a former NCR medic, and we were getting along well until I asked him how he knew his wife was dead.
Glared at me for a long while before he told me that he just knew.There was more to that, certainly, but I wasn't the forceful leader type. If he was going to talk about it, he was probably going to do it when he was good and ready.
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Meanwhile, I went back to watching the horizon. Imagine my surprise when the world suddenly flickered and then I was eye-to-eye with some bluish nightmare thing. I opened fire on it- Boone caught it right in the eye- and then it died.
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I had to turn on my Pip-Boy light to be sure. I had heard of these things- Nightkin- but I never fought one of them. The usual super mutants I had to kill while I was driving brahmin around the Big Circle were the green ones. The rumors weren't lying when they said these things could cloak.
Boone looked equally shocked when I told him what we were up against, but I told him these blue ones were rarer than the green ones. McBride plied me with brahmin steaks as a thank you.
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I then decided to take a detour back down to Mojave Outpost.
See, Boone was a great shot, but he didn't have anything except his clothes and his gun. I didn't want to storm REPCONN just so the two of us could die in there, so I took my time and watched him buy some military surplus from the trapped merchants at Mojave Outpost.
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As it turned out, there were two things to know about Boone when you took him out shopping: one- he knew quality when he saw it and two- he could barter better than I could. Needless to say, by the time we got back to Novac, we were neck deep in weapons, ammunition and supplies and I still had caps on me.
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On the way back, I swung by Ranger Station Charlie because Ranger Andy had asked me to check on them. Jesus work, but I did make a mental compromise with myself.
I keep my word.
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Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the Legion had already gotten to it.
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Collecting the audio logs on the floor and hearing them only made me angrier. They had taken a prisoner alive- a woman. I didn't know who she was. I never even met her... but I still couldn't stop myself from wanting to save her.
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When I got back to Novac and notified Ranger Andy, he thanked me and even taught me how to do a Ranger Takedown, but I could tell the thought of having lost a female Ranger was getting to him.
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PHOTO: The last hats you will never see.
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For Carla
So- apart from meeting up with the town's resident psycho (appropriately named No-Bark Noonan), chatting up with a former Ranger (Andy) and consulting with the local brahmin rancher (Dusty McBride), no one else stood out except for the nighttime sniper, Boone.
I crept up there and then instead of being kicked out of the dinosaur, he told me that it was nice I was here. Because then he could find out who killed his wife. He asked me, quite frankly, to find the culprit and lead them out in front of the dinosaur to get shot.
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I'm all for avenging women but... in the middle of a storm? At night?
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Why the hell not?
I went around town, asking everyone what happened with his wife. The stories I heard were pretty much consistent: she had been a bitch to everyone because she hated being out of the city, hated being in some backwater town in the ass end of nowhere.
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Manny was particularly acidic- called her names, accused her of stealing his best friend and everything. I backed away really quickly after that. Sorry man, I'm straight.
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Ranger Andy was sympathetic. Said that she was just like anyone from the Core Regions forced into the frontier: hated the slowness of it all, hated the fact she was outside the 'metro'.
Out of desperation I went into their homes too. Encountered my fair share of weirdness...
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From Cliff's dino-filled home-
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To No-Bark's nest.
Even after all that, I was... well, I was pretty much stuck. Everyone had incentive to hate her. Everyone had a means to get to her. It wasn't until I was running over my memories in my motel room that I remembered.
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Jeannie May couldn't look at me while she was talking about Boone's wife, even though she seemed like she knew a lot about the two of them compared to the other townspeople, and she sounded uncharacteristically angry when she mentioned that the guy who shot me didn't like Novac. What passed for a 'goodbye' with her- 'Watch out for strangers'- also struck a chord.
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I had been talking with No-Bark earlier that day and he had said something about not trusting people who were too nice on the outside because then that meant they had a secret to them.
I decided to do a bit of snooping. If my guess was right, then Jeannie would be hiding something. Somewhere.
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First stop, her house. I didn't find a lot in here- which was weird because people usually kept their treasured things in their own homes.
Later on, when she left, I checked the Dino-Dee-Lite front desk and what did I find?
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A safe. The lock was relatively easy to pick and-
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You... you no good, cutthroat motherfucker.
I didn't waste any time. I pulled her out of bed and wore that 1st Recon beret in that raging storm.
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And then I felt the blood on my face and I knew it was over.
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When I got back up to the dinosaur, Boone asked me how I knew. I showed him the Bill of Sale and-
I'll never forget it. He took one look at it and I could see, even through the darkness and the rain, that there was something in there that he was trying so hard to keep down.
I know that look. I've never had it myself but I've seen it on the men I treated back when I was a medic, when we were fighting the Brotherhood of Steel.
...
He told me I could keep the beret.
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PHOTO: Watcher of Brahmin
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The Jesus Thing
See, I remembered something the Powder Ganger had told me. That some of their members were sold into slavery instead. If I was going to do the Jesus bit- it wouldn't take long. Five, ten minutes tops to swing by the camp and free those poor fucks before I rejoined the heavily armed merchant caravan that was heading in the direction where I had to get.
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So- yeah. Sure. Why not do the Jesus thing? I might find Nipton's missing kids there. Might even be able to save them.
When all was said and done though- I didn't find any kids. I did find a couple of Powder Gangers and, after rifling through their pockets for caps, set them loose.
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Least I could do. I did kill everyone back in NCRCF in a drug-ridden frenzy.
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Once that was done, I caught up with the caravan and stayed with them until it got into Novac.
It didn't take long to find him though-
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Motherfucking Victor.
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I wasn't fooled anymore. I asked him what the fuck he was doing there and he went ahead and pulled me into a fucking dialogue loop. I was about to shoot his robotic brains out, but thought the better of it. If I did that, then I'd just be wiping out a piece of the mystery. So. I sat down and thought about it.
I came to the conclusion that, if Victor wasn't going to be... wherever I happened to be next, then that was a sure sign that place had nothing to do with what happened to me in Goodsprings.
It's... a very vague theory, but hey- I'm not a philosopher. Beagle had said that the guys who shot me had headed to this place to see someone. I went around and talked to the local fauna.
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Jeannie May ran the local motel, so I went ahead and bought a room off her. I was fucking tired and I had gotten riddled with too many fucking frag mines already. I needed to stay put for a few days while the wounds healed and this seemed as good a time as any.
I asked her a few things- what there was to do, where to buy supplies and if she found some guy dressed in a checkered suit. She made a little face when I mentioned him- apparently, he didn't like Novac because it was dirty or whatnot.
She knew who they talked to, though. Some guy named Manny. One of the snipers up in the dinosaur. I filed that away for better reference.
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When I went into the dinosaur for some supplies, I ran into Cliff. He was nice enough to give me a discount and then confirmed that Manny indeed was manning the dinosaur.
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Manny was- also friendly, but I could tell from the beret and from his casual introduction that he was someone to not fuck around with. First Recon and a former Great Khan. Just... fuck, man.
We talked a bit about Bitter Springs and how he wasn't there. He said that it felt wrong. I... could sympathize. See, Bitter Springs happened long after I was out, but I know the implications of it. Gunning down women and children... it wasn't one of the NCR's best moments.
I never had to do anything like it, but fighting people with advanced tech sort of evens it out. After all, gunning down the Brotherhood was like... I don't know. It sort of felt like I was gunning down my future? See- I saw power armor in action. It was like staring at America before the Great War ever began. The Brotherhood had the power. Had the technology. We were nothing but cave people compared to those guys.
Just to take down one guy in one of those suits took twenty NCR troopers and a little suicide tactic created with a sock, some explosives and a ton of grease.
Don't get me wrong though. I don't like them. I admire them for their battle prowess but I just fucking hate them.
I tried saving my people from laser pistols and whatever chain laser shit they had. Watching your friends get vaporized before your eyes... it kinda takes it out of you. It invalidates your whole fucking existence as a medic, because there isn't a lot for you to do with a pile of ashes.
... Anyway.
Manny told me he was willing to tell me where his little friends went- but only if I did something for him. Junk was the only thing the town could trade in so I had to find a way to stop the ghouls pouring in from REPCONN, he said.
I didn't think too much about the 'saving the town part'. I heard REPCONN and I decided it was worth it. All that loot- waiting to be traded for caps.
I had a small conscience attack earlier but... old habits died hard.
Anyway, that was going to be like.. saving the town. At least, that's what Manny said.
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PHOTO: In the face of the Legion
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Northward
I hightailed it back to Mojave Outpost and let Ghost know what happened. 
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She looked like she had seen better days. I felt pretty much the same.
Did I ever tell you before that I didn't give a fuck about other people? That they could go ahead and die for all I cared? Well- Nipton was making me think differently.
See, if that town had someone good and firm to watch over it- like what I did for Primm by busting Meyers out of jail- then that whole catastrophe never would've happened.
'Oh, the NCR could do it. They could bring the law back'. Just... no. Fucking no. See, since Tandi died, the NCR had been jumping off the cliff of decency. Dominate everyone. Conquer everything. Especially with a hothead like Kimball as president, the whole place wasn't going to get any better. 
I may not have been as well-versed in politics as other people, but I know when an army's gone over it's head. We won that war with the Brotherhood purely out of luck and numbers.
'What about the Legion?', you might say? After what I saw in Nipton- there was no way in hell I was letting the Legion take control.
So... who was going to help the wasteland get back on its feet? Fucking not me, that's for sure. I'm not... I'm just a soldier. Just a medic. Just a courier. I just carry the fucking message. I don't make it.
...
Deep thoughts for an average guy. What else did I have on my list aside from pondering on the fate of the Mojave? I still had to find out who decided to off me, and who the hell was pulling Victor's strings.
The latter two were easier to achieve. I decided to do that instead.
Novac was my next stop. It was really easy.
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Follow the road north.
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-into a fucking deathtrap laden with mines which I of course fucking stepped on-
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-and clifftop snipers...
So yeah. I took a detour.
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Wound up getting to a camp of theirs. I took them all out, looted their camp and moved on. I was checking my surroundings when I noticed something.
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Two legionnaires. Hiding behind a billboard.
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A merchant caravan opening fire on their buddies to their right.
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Idea.
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PHOTO: A courier and a sheriff.
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All That Remains
I was never a good guy at sneaking. There was just something about trying to creep around that never sat well with me.
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So it was inevitable that the legionaries would hear my sad attempt at sneaking. They heard me from a long way off and pulled me out into the street. Their leader was some guy with a dead fox on his head.
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Told me that he wasn't going to nail me to a cross or anything- because he wanted me to run up the NCR's ass screaming bloody murder. I shut up about it, told him that I'd do just as he asked and watched him walk off.
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As soon as Fox-Head Man was out of sight, I turned and checked on the poor fuckers crucified up on the telephone poles.
I never saw anything as brutal as what I saw now. They were too close to death to move. If I cut them down, the trauma from falling would kill them and I didn't know what the Legion did to screw with their insides. There wasn't much choice in the matter.
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One bullet to the head. That was all it took. Once the deed was done, I cut them down and dragged them somewhere where the birds wouldn't chew their eyes out. I did a cursory search of the area for survivors. Didn't find any, but I did found this gent and some radscorpions.
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Once I did a thorough search, I decided to man up and go into the Town Hall.
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Ghost wanted me to check in there, and even then- I had one part of Mayor Steyn's Journal. The rest would no doubt be in his office. I wanted to know what else happened. 
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I felt sick, staring at all the dead women. I tried doing them some good by dragging their bodies somewhere better, but evidently the Legion knew my type too well. Frag mines. I had already been the victim of these before but I still got hit. I bandaged myself up and moved on.
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They had attack dogs too- but I managed. I walked slowly because I was in pain from the shrapnel and checked every room. Eventually, I found what I was looking for.
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Mayor's office. It looked better off than everyone else's houses combined. Found a lot of Legion lottery tickets marked 'Winning' in a shelf next to a laser pistol and some EC packs.
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Took a bit of hacking but I managed to get into the Mayor's terminal and unlocked the door.
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I read it and then... spent the night out in the trailer park nursing my thoughts and roasting some Gecko steaks.
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What can I say? I guess... I can't describe the feeling I felt when I read the Mayor's terminal. I should've seen this coming. Everything... everyone around me was practically screaming that everyone in this town got what they were looking for, that karma was at work but-
I couldn't help but think, you know? What if they had someone? Someone good? Someone who was actually kind as a mayor? They never... All of this wouldn't have happened.
I suppose I should tell you- I didn't find any kids in here but... knowing the Legion and hearing what the Powder Ganger said... They were probably taken alive. Sold into slavery. I don't... take too well when kids and women are involved. It's just... wrong.
All throughout that night, I couldn't stop fucking thinking about it. All this... just because someone wanted to swim in a shit-ton of caps.
Is this... is this what was waiting for me then?
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PHOTO: Thoughts.
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