>The adventure so far:

You are Dillinger Rast, you came from the American mainland to the Hawaiian wasteland in the search of a better life.

You have been traveling on the Rustbucket with the ghoulish sea captain Saltgut and his crew of misfits.

Life with them was good, working hard in the mornings and spending the nights having fun, chitchatting and doing a ton of hard chems. Still, you wanted to learn more about Hawaii so you decided to step off from the ship for some days.

Once in the dry land, you joined Asuka and her group or orphan urchins. She wanted to find an underwater and needed your help to do so. After working hard and risking your life several times you found it, and so did the hyper-capitalistic and highly technological Sons of Kanaloa, several Pirates and the Brotherhood of Steel.

A sea battle between the different groups exploded and ultimately only the Brotherhood and your little boat remained. The Brotherhood took all the treasure and offered you little more than scraps. They also needed people to spy on the Enclave controlled country of Ohana, so they offered to help you build a settlement so their troops could infiltrate the country better.

The settlement of Rustfield started being nothing but a few shacks but it soon grew to a great village with farms, a stable with two radstallions, several turrets, wooden houses and even a mill to make bread.

Under the settlement lied a dark secret thought, hundreds of feet of underground tunnels and installations were pre-War scientists created genetic abominations. Most of these monsters continued lurking down there. You along with a small force of the Brotherhood descended there to investigate and destroy anything that posed a risk to the world's population. Among the things that you found were several Cazaclaws that the Enclave had stored for use in case of emergency. The Enclave discovered your intromission and decided to apply a scorched-earth strategy and destroy everything to avoid you from stealing Cazaclaw eggs.

>>3727545

You and your team barely had time to escape before the entire thing was nuked down to nothingness. Everything you worked so far for, gone, all the friends you had made, gone, all gone.

The Brotherhood returned to it's HQ the PMV Valdez and then gave you several offers. You accepted one that suggested you working for them as a mercenary, fulfilling contracts and getting paid in money.

Your first mission was a strike towards the Sons of Kanaloa and the Enclave. You were tasked with stealing some Kanaloa armor and a warship, infiltrating one of their hangars, destroying the mainframe where they had the blueprints for the Rocketbird, and advanced version of the Vertibird, and then use one of their own Rocketbirds to literally steal a vault from Honolulu's main bank. Your objective wasn't money but the debt scriptures of thousands of Oahu's inhabitants.

Along with Sarge, Tankdozer, and Poison, you managed to airlift the entire vault, burn its contents and make them rain over Honolulu. The plan worked, the Enclave saw a Son of Kanaloa vehicle and soldiers attacking their own people. It's war now.

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And now, back to the story.

A week has passed since your bank heist and deception to the Enclave.

Returning to the Rustbucket was not a problem for you, after traveling for a while you found a marooned yacht wrecked in the sea with a working Ham-Radio. It's a good thing that most pre-War tech was built to last and powered with nuclear batteries with a shelf life of a couple of thousand years.

Saltgut had told everybody the truth...to a degree. All they know is that you are employed by some powerful people and that while your job is pretty dangerous, it is also very well paid. He never said names or the true nature of your job, he just said that the money would be great for everybody and that the work was worth it. Despite having a great friendly relationship with their captain they also respected him enough so the rest knew not to inquire further and simply accepted it and kept any question to themselves. Luckily for you nobody has also related your sudden absence with the war.

In these last days, you haven't been working much due to your broken arm. Thanks to Aurore's good care and an (un)healthy dose of chems it has been healing nicely and you can now move it without any trouble.

The war has negatively affected fishing. The deployment of Kanaloan Warships and Ohanan cruisers all across the waters have made them violently clash and fight dozens of times. The pirates have also taken advantage of this and have started appearing in the aftermath of a battle to destroy the weakened survivors and take everything for themselves. Worst of all is that fishing tugboats are the most affected ones as they are the objective of not only pirates but also the Sons of Kanaloa and Ohana that first check out if the tugboat is one of their own and if it isn't attack without a second thought to cut their enemy's supply lines. The hundreds of ship that have fallen so far into the ocean have contaminated the waters with their nuclear material, high octane fuels, and other polluting chemicals. Seeing puddles of oily flaming water and banks of dead fish floating in the sea isn't uncommon now. All the fish that you have been catching during the last days have been long dead or too mutated.

>>3727551

The Rustbucket has also been affected and targeted, especially since it is an independent ship with ties to both Ohana and the Sons of Kanaloa. Luckily thanks to your high tech weapons, imposing power-armor and everybody else's combat prowess you all managed to defend yourselves from pirate attacks. Still, these are dangerous times for sea sailing so Saltgut decides to dock in Kaho’olawe and spend there some weeks until things calm down.

The Rustbucket docks in Kaheliki Town. A small town founded by survivors and refugees of the great-War and made with the scrap of nearby shells, missiles, bombs and anything that was lying around, including tanks, submarines, and planes, this is what the Rustfield could have become if it hadn't been nuked. It is a pretty poor town who survives by farming and fishing what they can and selling their handcrafted jewelry and goods from time to time. Even if its a relatively peaceful settlement it has been raided several times but it has always managed to defend their territory, the great quantity of ammo that the military left behind has turned their guards and warriors into impressive marksmen, some of which have excelled enough as to become famous mercenaries.

One of the biggest building in the town is Bullet Bill's shop and workshop. While most of the people of Kaho’olawe prefer to use the old remains of bullets and other ammo to create jewelry and other accessories Bullet Bill prefers to restore them in the form of master-crafted ammunition that cannot be found elsewhere in all the Wasteland. While expensive his bullets are very sought, and people of all backgrounds and places come to buy his goods. There are rumors that even the Brotherhood of Steel attempted to recruit him to learn his secrets.

Saltgut, of course, knows some people here, he knows people all over Hawaii and possibly overseas too. After docking, he makes you all carry the week's capture towards the local market and manages to sell whatever healthy fish you all have caught but then turns around and gives you all some grim news.

>>3727552

"Listen up, this is important. The food we have stored in the Rustbucket will last for a couple of weeks. The money we have made selling the fish barely covers the price of using their dock. You will be able to sleep in the ship but everybody but Kahuna will have to find a job while we stay here, I... I simply cannot afford for your food."

Everybody looked at him with compassion and acceptance, it is not his fault after all.

"If you need it I could pull some strings. Seabreeze I could make you clean Brahmin dung, not the best work but you will get high with their fumes for free, Rickard, I have heard that in a particular beach at the east of the island several objects are routinely pushed by the waves, they seek strong people to pull these from the waters into the island to be later sold, Shang, I know you are very apt with the blade and other tools, there are several workshops here that make jewelry, your skillful hands could be useful for them and Dillinger, Bullet's Bill factory could always use a technologically adept person like you..."

>Spend the next weeks working for Bullet Bill, spend your free time working on the Rocketbike, repairing your stuff and your Workshop.
>Use all your saved cash to avoid working and instead spend it on the Rustbucket, repair and upgrade it completely.
>Use all your saved cash to avoid working and instead spend it on your own projects; The Rocketbike, repairing your gear, upgrading your Workshop.
>Other option, write in.

>>3727553
>Spend the next weeks working for Bullet Bill, spend your free time working on the Rocketbike, repairing your stuff and your Workshop.
We're a handy and smart lad, we'll do great. And who knows, maybe we'll learn something new along the way.

>>3727553
>Spend the next weeks working for Bullet Bill, spend your free time working on the Rocketbike, repairing your stuff and your Workshop.

>>3727553
>Spend the next weeks working for Bullet Bill, spend your free time working on the Rocketbike, repairing your stuff and your Workshop.

>>3727553
>Tell Saltgut you have literal GOLD BARS he could turn in for cash, you don't mind sharing with them
>Spend the next weeks working for Bullet Bill, spend your free time working on the Rocketbike, repairing your stuff and your Workshop.

Just noticed that the character sheet's really out of date. OP pls fix?

>>3727609
Oh shit, what did I miss? I try to update it every time I can.

>>3727619
at least weapons and exp, gotta sift through the threads real quick.

>>3727627
and buy weaponry I mean the inventory in general. i.e. the industrial quality metal has been used a looong time ago, and there's no mention of the toolbelt anywhere...

I just realised we fucked up really hard. From now on we really shouldn't use the same weapons we used on mission.

>>3727713
Who could have possible seen us use them, certainly not all those survivors we didn't leave behind at either battle

>>3727713
what >>3727763 said, plus the SoK is bound to have similar if not better weaponry, worst case scenario the Enclave mistake us for a SoK cell operative.

Sorry guys, I had to go to work sooner than expected.

>>3728489
so no session?

>>3728519
Yeah, I'm gonna get to writing pretty soon. I'm editing some pics for the quest now.

>>3728560
>I'm editing some pics for the quest now.
More of those "Thanks forplaying!" session end cards or something completely different if you don't mind me asking?

>>3728580
Pics of Kahoolawe and Bullet Bill's shop. If it were the "Thanks for playing" stuff it could wait for later.

>>3728585
Sounds neat. Not trying to rush you, just curious. Quality takes time. Take your time.

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>>3727553
>Spend the next weeks working for Bullet Bill, spend your free time working on the Rocketbike, repairing your stuff and your Workshop.

After Saltgut introduces you to Bullet Bill and his 'family' they all accept you pretty quickly. They seem to have a pretty chill view of life and a pretty unique philosophy. To them, every person is a fired bullet, your inception is the moment you are shot, your death the moment the bullet impacts and stops forever.

If you grow up well and become a well-adjusted person that ends working in their true calling you will be like a master-crafted bullet, something capable of flying for miles and killing everything in its path. But if you end being feeble-minded and weak-bodied, then you will be like a dud forcefully inserted in a wrong weapon, unable to do jack shit.

Bullet Bill is not a real person, it's more akin of a title. The original Bullet Bill was the current owner's great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. He basically founded Kaheliki Town from scratch, literally, and ever since all the heirs of his shop have been named Bill and nicknamed Bullet, even the female ones.

The heirs don't have to be blood-related, in fact, most haven't been. The original Bullet Bill was ghoulified during the great-war and didn't have children before his change, he trained his pupil and considered her to be his own child, and that has been kept as a tradition since then. Bullet-Bills, regardless of the iteration, have had always a very familiar relationship with their workers. Another of the place's great traditions is the method of choosing the next heir. To be eligible as the next Bullet-Bill all you have to do is work in the shop, prove your worth at every gunsmithing related aspect and craft a masterwork weapon and bullets, pretty easy right?

Well, not really. All the workers here want to be the next Bullet Bill, the hundreds of them. They want to be the next boss and become everyone's guardian. They all pour their souls into their work, and that shows.

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>>3728779

While the place is specialized in bullets the shop has also expanded into expertly built ballistic weapons of all types; revolvers, pistols, shotguns and all kinds of rifles. The masterfully crafted bullets of this place are designed to carry within a myriad of ingenious technologies that allow them to be acidic, incendiary, electric, irradiated, electromagnetic and many other creative and deadly things. Poison works in this place, well not Poison per-se, her civilian persona, Lohiuka Crawl, at first you were surprised to see her face here but when you remembered her shotgun and the shells filled with crazy stuff it all kinda made sense.

The current Bullet Bill is a super-mutant that grew horns after eating too many brahmins, he has a huge scar on the left area of his neck and there are rumors of how one day a second head grew out of his body and how they were forced to fight it to the death because only the winner would be able to control the body and how he decapitated it with only his jaws, he neither denies nor confirms these rumors. Despite his devilish and gruesome appearance, he's a very gentle man and loves to tell lame dad-jokes to his 'children'.

The shop is an area filled with munitions and explosives of all kinds, people from all across the Hawaiian wastes come to buy and now that there is a war some even do it in bulk, the place is doing well. There's a garage in the back area, while the shop itself doesn't dabble in vehicles they do work in installing machineguns, rocket launchers and all types of weapons onto planes, boats and land vehicles. After work hours everybody can continue using the installations and heavy machinery to work on their own projects. Most people spend their free time in improving their gunsmithing skill but some others do other things like fixing their car or mod their gear.

Your first day of work has just ended. Like the newcomer that you are all that you do is simply observe and move materials from one side to another. It is an ungrateful work but at least you have learned new things. Your energy weapons function wildly differently but some crafting methods and techniques might prove useful.

>Study to become a better gunsmith, attempt to become the next Bullet-Bill and gain an army of workers at your disposal.
>Use the local workshop to build your Rocket-bike.
>Use the local workshop to mod your gear: Write-in which thing will be modded.
>Use the local, workshop to build furniture and repairs for the Rustbucket.
>Use the local workshop to build yourself an item: Write-in which item will be built.
>Try to chat with Poison, see if you can become her friend.
>Return to the Rustbucket and relax, see how the others have been faring.
>Other option, write in.

And now I'm going to bed, I'm tired as fuck. Next reply in around 9 hours. Cheers everybody

>>3728781
>Use the local workshop to build your Rocket-bike.
>>3728791
Night qm.

>>3728781
>Other option, write in.
Use workshop to repair the heavy laser, maybe upgrade the cooling with heatsinks or peltier elements, and THEN build the rocketbike.
>>3728791
Sleep well QM!

>bullet bill

How the fuck did I miss that obvious Mario reference?

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>>3728817
>this
Also maybe look into making a rail gun for proper long range killing power

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>>3728952
>wants a railgun
>posts picture of a coilgun

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>>3728817
+1
Improve the Lazer, then if time allows, build the rocketbike.

>>3728781
this >>3728817

>>3728817
This tbqh.

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>>3728781
>Use workshop to repair the heavy laser, maybe upgrade the cooling with heatsinks or Peltier elements, and THEN build the rocketbike.

After learning how to use the different machines and mills of the workshop you got to repairing and improving your Laser-Cannon and from to time, to advance on your Rocketbike project.

Most of the workers here are purists, they think that gunpowder weapons are the best and energy guns are for sissies that won't last a second in a real gunfight. Most of them are simply cheeky and messing with you though, they don't care that you have a preference for energy weapons, only that you are good at your craft, and you are very good at this.

From Monday to Saturday you usually spend several hours after work to repair, improve and even embellish your broken weapon. Many nights you return to the Rustbucket and find everybody already asleep.

It's obvious that the crew mostly dislikes this life on dry land. Seabreeze has smelled so much Brahmin dung that he doesn't even get as high anymore, and the reality of having to clean manure all day hits him sooner and sooner every day. Rickard seems complacent about working combing the beaches for useful junk, but he usually ends so tired and with his muscles so cramped that he barely has the energy to play or have Aurore read him fairy tales, and that makes him kind of grumpy. Shang is quiet and doesn't talk about work but sometimes returns and gifts the crew handmade jewelry made from old bullet cases and conchs, so as far as it looks, he seems happy. Aurore has taken to homeschool Kahuna and a few families have asked her to teach their children too. The little girl has become friends with her classmates and after every morning class, she usually spends all day and night playing with them. Saltgut has taken these days as a holiday of some sort, he spends the mornings fishing with a rod, the evenings walking across the beach and the town and the nights reading a book or getting high and drunk in a calm and controlled manner, it is clear though that he is itching to return to the seas. He is a sailor, and he knows it, he will be really angry at himself if he ever dies somewhere else but in the sea.

After several weeks of work, your mighty weapon is completely repaired and improved. It now has several heat sinks, Peltier cells, and an internal liquid nitrogen cooling system. It will continue chugging single Fusion Cells with each shot, but at least now it won't melt in your hands. Since this shop is all about creating beautiful and unique weapons you have also built a new casing for the weapon, one inspired in your favorite Captain Cosmos comic. You paint it with an enamel light blue and shiny the metallic parts.

>>3729590

When it is done the weapon gets the attention of several workers around who come with questions about how you did a certain part of it or come to praise your good work. When everybody leaves a single lonely worker approaches you. It's Poison, the crazed and chem fuelled shotgun acrobat.

"Not bad...Rookie." Says when you are completely alone. "You could even attempt to become Bill's next heir." She adds, looking more at the weapon than at you.

"You kidding right? I started working here a week ago, most people here have been for decades. It wouldn't be fair if someone who just came dethroned them."

"Bullet Bill will retire soon, in a month, he has been the current Bill for fifty years already. He is afraid of becoming too antiquated and being unable to appreciate new and modern approaches to the problems that might arise. He has already opened the lists for the next successor applicants. If you sign you will have to endure the same trials as the others. If you win you will be named heir and inherit the shop, the workshop, and the name. It doesn't matter if you are a newcomer, if you win, it will be because you are the best. The rest will have to accept it or be exiled. We are a family."

You ponder about it for a moment and then sigh.

"Will you inscribe at the trials?" You ask her

"No, not really. I like being a shotgun worker. If I become Bill I won't have as much time to experiment with different ammunitions as I have now."

There's a short awkward silence then, but Poison finally breaks it.

"Well, think about it. You are not the worst option that this business could end with." And with that said she simply shrugged and turned around to go back home.

You shook your head and smiled. Then got to work on your Rocketbike. Since this workshop is designed to work on weapons you will need a lot of time to finish your bike as you are lacking things like cranes to elevate heavyweights. But it is possible. You have gathered everything that you need for the Rocketbike and paid for it, you think you will need another 3 weeks of work to finish it, albeit if you attempt to become the next Bullet Bill you will need to train hard and have a chance at succeeding, and that might take a lot of time that you would otherwise use in the Rocketbike.

>Inscribe yourself in the trials to be Bullet Bill's heir. This will take a lot of your free time for the RocketBike and other projects.
>Don't Inscribe. You aren't even sure if you can manage this business after all. And being known as the one who sank a 250-year-old prosperous business is not something that you want.
>Other option, write in.

>>3729591
>Don't Inscribe. You aren't even sure if you can manage this business after all. And being known as the one who sank a 250-year-old prosperous business is not something that you want.
We already promised Saltgut that we'd take over the family business (Rustbucket) once he leaves this world, let's honor that promise.
Plus with our onboard workshop who says we can't be a legendary gunsmith as a side gig while not being constrained to a physical location?

>>3729591
>>Don't Inscribe. You aren't even sure if you can manage this business after all. And being known as the one who sank a 250-year-old prosperous business is not something that you want.

>>3729591
>Don't Inscribe. You aren't even sure if you can manage this business after all. And being known as the one who sank a 250-year-old prosperous business is not something that you want.

"Perhaps in another life." You mutter, before shaking your head and grabbing your gear.

You return home and find most of the crew asleep, only Saltgut is awake, and he's about to fall asleep any minute now, he's relaxing on a bean bag on the Rustbucket's deck, a fishing rod on his right side and a pirate novel and a glass of scotch on the other. Tomorrow is Sunday so everybody will have a free day, better not to wake them up, bet most of them want to sleep as much as they can.

>Go with Saltgut and chat. Relax with him, and perhaps let him teach you more about being a sea captain and ship commandeering.
>Go to sleep and tomorrow take a free day, relax as much as you can. Go out and invite the crew to a good lunch and some drinks afterward. Rest your mind.
>Go to sleep and tomorrow work on your workshop, working on the Rocketbike, modding your weapons, maintaining your gear and so on.
>Other option, write in.

>>3729646
>>Go to sleep and tomorrow take a free day, relax as much as you can. Go out and invite the crew to a good lunch and some drinks afterward. Rest your mind.

>>3729646
>>Go to sleep and tomorrow take a free day, relax as much as you can. Go out and invite the crew to a good lunch and some drinks afterward. Rest your mind.
It's our fault we're stuck on shore afterall.

>>3729646
>Go with Saltgut and chat. Relax with him, and perhaps let him teach you more about being a sea captain and ship commandeering.

>>3729646
>Go with Saltgut and chat. Relax with him, and perhaps let him teach you more about being a sea captain and ship commandeering.

>>3729646
>Go with Saltgut and chat. Relax with him, and perhaps let him teach you more about being a sea captain and ship commandeering.
>Go to sleep and tomorrow take a free day, relax as much as you can. Go out and invite the crew to a good lunch and some drinks afterward. Rest your mind.

You walk towards him and softly pat his shoulder, waking and sobering him up softly.

"Uh, hey kid. How are you doing?"

Calmly you sit on the floor next to him and pour yourself a glass of his scotch.

"Not bad, this place is pretty good. Work's fine, kinda easy, pretty tiring though."

"That's a good job then. You have to return home with your body tired, not your brain, feeling proud and happy about what you do...are you considering staying here? He asks, kinda worried about you leaving them again.

"Nah, the sea is my home now. I was born close to the Atlantic ocean and then spent most of my life away from it. Guess it has been calling me back. I now feel more comfortable sleeping in a ship and moved by the waves than in dry static land."

"Attaboy." He says softly, stretching his legs and arms.

"Do you really think that I will inherit the Rustbucket?" You ask.

"I don't see why not. You are an intelligent person, very capable worked and you have been blessed by the sea gods." He says calmly, licking on his whale carved pipe.

"I don't know if I will be a capable person." You say.

"Fiddler's green awaiting for me kid. And when the time comes I want to see you there too. Make me proud, either in this life or the next one."

After saying that he stood up and finished his glass, instructed you to do the same and then follow him.

He took you to his cabin and showed you more navigational tips and tricks, things that don't come in the books and can only be learned after years of seafaring. Several hours passed quickly with you two under the broken moon and countless stars talking about sea life. The conversation started to shift in topics and among other things you ended telling him the story of your life. After a time that felt too short, you two became too tired to continue talking and sharing experiences and went to bed.

>>3729700

You lie on your bed and instantly fall asleep, the next morning it's a sunny and cloudless day, you can hear the soft wind and waves hitting against the ship and the sound of crickets and birds chirping outside. The rest are chilling in the deck, Aurore is telling Rickard, Kahuna and several other kids. Seabreeze, Shang, and Saltgut are nearby, drinking and snacking some Fancy-Lads. You join them and eat some junk food and smoke some thick cigars.

"Hey boys, today's lunch is on me. Let's go to the fanciest and greasiest place this island has." They cheer to you and a few hours later you all go to a well-deserved lunch. Sadly, due to the war most fish related foodstuffs are scarce.

The rest of the day you relax, walk, read and even play with Kahuna and her friends. It all helps you rest your mind for a while, forget your past and repair your soul. (All insanity points lost)

Before you even notice it its night again, time to go to bed, tomorrow you wake up at six.

>Focus your free time after work to improve your workshop and the Rustbucket
>Focus your free time after work to continue building your Rocketbike.
>Focus your free time after work to mod your weapons, armor, and power armor.
>Focus your free time after work to go shopping.
>Focus your free time after work in learning how to be a sea-captain.
>Focus your free time after work to meet and spend time with the crewmen.
>Other option, write in.

Sorry guys but I gotta go to work no. So the next reply will be in about 8 hours. See you!

>>3729702
>Focus your free time after work to continue building your Rocketbike.
We finna dab on dem BoS scribe bois when the next assignment hits.

>>3729702
>Focus your free time after work to continue building your Rocketbike.

>>3729702
>Focus your free time after work to continue building your Rocketbike.

>>3729702
Rocketbike, it'll make it easier to rondivous with the bos.

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>>3729702
>Focus your free time after work to continue building your Rocketbike.

You spend the next six days working hard, learning the trade and busting your ass. And when work is finished, even more of the same deal. After several occasions of other workers snooping in and asking several questions about what you were working on you ended moving your Rocketbike project to your own workshop in the Rustbucket. On your first week here all you did was study what materials and tools would you need and gather them all, this week you have been focusing and working on the chassis and basics instead.

This project is going to be your hardest one so far, Rocketbikes were a sci-fi dream even before the great-War. The basics are not so basic, after all, this is rocket science. You take your notes and blueprints and start to decipher whatever drug-fueled ramblings you wrote during your last hard chem spree. After much thinking and pondering you finally discover that it is a set of anti-gravity plates that work with quantum levitation and multi-layered graviton entanglement, similar yet completely different to the overall locomotion architecture of Eyebots and Mr.Handies You have heard of a tribal man in California who somehow managed to get a working Highwayman and installed grav-plates to them to quickly cross the radioactive desert leaving behind a cloud of dust, perhaps you were inspired by him.

>>3730623

Slowly and after several days of work you manage to build the antigravity locomotion and almost cry when you see it float. It is pretty weak for now, but you are pretty sure it will end being able to carry all the bike's weight and your own too. Your first rocket surfboard was also able to lift you, but it did by sheer stubbornness and raw power thanks to its V12 engine, this is more intricate and sophisticated. If you apply this tech to a new rocket surfboard it will only require a small engine to fly, making it way lighter and easier to transport and use.

It's a good thing that you have moved your work to the Rustbucket, this way you are closer to bed and don't have to spend as much time commuting. The rest of Bullet Bill's factory workers are also completely focused and even a little obsessed about who is going to be the next heir and what will be the next trial.

Before you can even notice it, it's Sunday again, a lazy Sunday at that. The sun is blazing hot and there's not even a hint of wind. Most people have decided to stay at home or at least in the shade, taking naps or bathing, doing as little as possible.

>Spend your day with the Boys. Relax, get some good party mentats and other fun drugs and simply relax.
>Since today the sea is calm perhaps you could ask Saltgut to truly teach you how to sail the Rustbucket, take it to the ocean and for a test drive.
>Continue working on the Rocketbike, spend your entire day on it.
>Spend the day working, but focusing on your weapons and gear for a change.
>Go shopping, see what might you buy with your money.
>Other option, write in.

>>3730626
>Since today the sea is calm perhaps you could ask Saltgut to truly teach you how to sail the Rustbucket, take it to the ocean and for a test drive.

>>3730626
>Continue working on the Rocketbike, spend your entire day on it.

>>3730626
>Spend your day with the Boys. Relax, get some good party mentats and other fun drugs and simply relax.

If there is any lurker reader out there, please vote, I need a tie-breaker

>>3730626
Bike,.but take a bit of time in the evening to chill with the lads.

>>3730626
>Spend some time with the Boys. Relax, get some good party mentats and other fun drugs and simply relax.
>Continue working on the Rocketbike, spend part of your day on it.

You look at your designs, blueprints, buying lists and other many documents that you have been gathering for the Rocketbike. You are kind of secretive when it comes to it at your work because you don't want anyone to steal your idea, but why do the same with the crew?

After a quick shower and a small breakfast, you search for them and find them mostly resting in the prow of the ship. Shang is meditating in a small mat, seems to be really focused on his own thoughts, Seabreeze is in a hammock, half-asleep, a small joint in his lips, Rickard and Kahuna are drawing and painting all kinds of things across the floor with crayons, Saltgut is in an old and crusty deck chair, using a shinnied and bent piece of the ship's own hull
to guide the blazing sun rays towards his body and sunbathe, you didn't knew that ghouls could get tan, but he's turning brownish, leathery brownish...and for some reason, he's starting to smell like crispy bacon.

"Morning boys." You tell them all, waving them.

"Aloha!" Yells Seabreeze.

"Hiiiiiiiiii!" Screams Kahuna.

"Hullo!" Adds Rickard.

Shang stays quiet, Saltgut simply nods in your general direction.

>>3730777

"So...what do you think about flying bikes?" You ask, out of the blue, not knowing how to break the ice.

"Far out man! These bikes go flying all like zoom zoom and shit. I've seen them in shitty british sci-fi holomovies. Doctor When or something like that. Weird stuff, even for me." Seabreeze says, higher than a kite.

"Yeah...sure." You continue. "Well, I'm working on one, and I think it will be able to make it, shit you all have seen me build a rocket surfboard. This is the next logical evolutionary step."

You show them all the blueprints, your notes and even the floating device that you have built so far. And while they don't understand most of your technical lingo they seem to enjoy how passionate you are about it, and Kahuna even starts to draw part of your blueprints on the ship.

Saltgut continues with his eyes closed and unhealthily sunbathing, but he's paying as much attention as anyone else.

"What's the engine going to be, combustion, electric, nuclear?" He asks, showing that he knows more than he shows about engineering.

"Uh." you say, you had never considered it, all you knew is that you needed an engine of at least 450 horsepower.

>Make it a combustion engine. The most common type of engine, easy to repair and maintain, the fuel is really scarce though, it's one of the reasons the great-War was fought for after all.
>Make it an electric engine. Able to be fuelled by Fusion-Cells or recharged by a generator. These engines are kind of complex but you should be able to easily repair them with your workshop. They are also very quiet so they are good for stealth. Sadly, they short-circuit if they get very wet. If your Rocketbike ever ends underwater the engine will be completely totaled.
>Make it be nuclear and work with Fusion-Cores. This will be the most complex engine and require the most expensive fuel, but each Fusion Core will last you for months, whereas the deposit of combustion or battery of electric engines will last you for days only. Another important detail is that if your Rocketbike has this type of engine and becomes too damaged, then it will explode in a nuclear fireball.

>>3730782
This is a tough one. Normally I'd go for combustion because SHINY AND CHROME but I'll go with
>Make it be nuclear and work with Fusion-Cores. This will be the most complex engine and require the most expensive fuel, but each Fusion Core will last you for months, whereas the deposit of combustion or battery of electric engines will last you for days only. Another important detail is that if your Rocketbike has this type of engine and becomes too damaged, then it will explode in a nuclear fireball.
Since, y'know, this is fallout afterall, and vehicular combat is rare. And this time around we have the blueprints so we can just build another one if we lose this one or go on another supertrip and make a hoverQUADbike the next time

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Sorry guys but I'm literally falling asleep.

>As always, thanks for playing!
>And you can ask stuff, suggest things, and simply write whatever you want.
>See you soon!

>>3730841
You can vote while I'm asleep, tomorrow I'll go with the most voted option.

>>3730782
Make it be nuclear and work with Fusion-Cores. This will be the most complex engine and require the most expensive fuel, but each Fusion Core will last you for months, whereas the deposit of combustion or battery of electric engines will last you for days only. Another important detail is that if your Rocketbike has this type of engine and becomes too damaged, then it will explode in a nuclear fireball.

>>3730782
>Make it an electric engine. Able to be fuelled by Fusion-Cells or recharged by a generator. These engines are kind of complex but you should be able to easily repair them with your workshop. They are also very quiet so they are good for stealth. Sadly, they short-circuit if they get very wet. If your Rocketbike ever ends underwater the engine will be completely totaled.
it's a good thing we noted the formulae for that scealant in our pipboy forever ago, if i remember well

>>3730782
Nuclear, because I bet that's the one that'll let us go fastest.

>>3730877
+1 great idea

>>3730782
>Make it an electric engine. Able to be fuelled by Fusion-Cells or recharged by a generator. These engines are kind of complex but you should be able to easily repair them with your workshop. They are also very quiet so they are good for stealth. Sadly, they short-circuit if they get very wet. If your Rocketbike ever ends underwater the engine will be completely totaled.

Rolled 6 (1d12)

You guys seem to want both electric and nuclear. Por qué no los dos?

I'm gonna roll 1d12, you guys have 4 attempts to roll 1d12 too. If your dice rolls are higher than mine then we will get a hybrid Nucleoelectric hybrid engine. Silent, rechargeable, long lasting and very powerful.

Rolled 2 (1d12)

>>3731638
UNLIMITED POWER

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>3731638

>>3731641
>>3731653

I don't think that there will be many players at this time so feel free to roll again

Rolled 6 (1d12)

>>3731638
>>3731655
alright, what's the worst that could happen

>>3731656
You guys have already rolled higher than me, but if you get a 11 or 12 your roll will be 5 numbers higher than mine, and thus considered a crit success and gain extra bonuses

Rolled 1 (1d12)

>>3731657

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>>3731656
Fucking this >>3731658

Rolled 3 (1d12)

>>3730782
>Extra option: Nucleoelectric hybrid engine.

"A mix of Nuclear and electric engine. I...I gotta work on it." You say, ideas coming to you in a rush. "Seabreeze, got any chems around?"

"Oh shit, starting the party first time in the morning uh?" He says, grabbing a hemp bag that was lying next to him. "Watchu need?"

"What's the strongest things that you have around?" You reply.

"Well, I have a mix of drugs that I like to call the Nukaloha. It has Daddy-O, Grape Mentats, Daturana, Day Tripper, After Burner gum and Rocket. You are supposed to pour it all in a bowl, then fill it with Brahmin milk and Sugarstarch Krunchymax cereal. You burn the sugary cereals and drugs, inhale the fumes, then eat it all and pour the drugged milk into your open eyes and mouth. Potent stuff, good if you need inspiration. I use it to write songs."

"Wow" you simply mutter, trying to imagine such thing. "Alright, I want it. I need inspiration for the engine."

"Alright, 500 caps."

>Pay, get high as fuck, pass out and wake up somewhere else, surely naked.
>Nah, save the money, you know you can come up with it on your own if you work hard.

>>3731676
>Pay, get high as fuck, pass out and wake up somewhere else, surely naked.

>>3731676
>Pay, get high as fuck, pass out and wake up somewhere else, surely naked
All of our greatest innovation happen while high as fuarkk. This is no exception.

>Pay, get high as fuck, pass out and wake up somewhere else, surely naked

>can we at least try to barter it down?

>>3731676
>Pay, get high as fuck, pass out and wake up somewhere else, surely naked.

Since you have the caps to spare you don't mind paying and after giving him the money Seabreeze smiles at you with slightly bloodshot drugged eyes.

"Far out man!" He says before starting to gather all the ingredients Once everything is ready he starts to mix all the chems together and turn them into a fine multicolor dust with the use of a mortar.

The crew gathers to see him work and do his magic. He then takes a promotional Red-Rocket plastic bowl, fills it with the hyper sugary cereal and the powdered drugs and sets it on fire with his own joint. A great multicolor fire then erupts, changing from blue to green and then to a set of colors that you didn't even knew that existed. The fire is so sudden and intense that Seabreeze's joint is instantly burned, its drugs mixing with yours. From the flames, several bright sparks start to come out of it and for some reason, your pip-Boy's Geiger counter starts beeping. Everybody moves back several steps, scared of what the hell you two are making.

"C'mon! Inhale the smoke!" Yells an overexcited Seabreeze.

"Kid, I love doing chems and blacking out as much as any other, but you sure this is fine?" Asks Saltgut, putting his hand over your shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, gives you a sweet ass high, lots of inspiration and barely leaves a hangover." Answers Seabreeze, not noticing that he was asking you, not him.

You simply nod at him, take the bowl and breathe as much of that multicolor and sparking smoke as you can.

Then you blacked out.

When you wake up its morning, or at least that's what your pip-Boy's clock says. You don't know where the hell you are, it's all dark around you.

You know you continued with the next steps thought, your face is covered in dried milk and cereal bits and your hair is stained with powdered drugs.

And of course, you have wakened up completely naked.

Next to you lies a book, you look at its pages and see dozens of notes, formulas and other tidbits about how to build the engine. Even the best Chryslus engineers would be amazed by this. You study them and see that while extremely complex, they are feasible with your tools and resources. Your nuclear-powered rocket bike is a step closer to being a reality.

Now...you gotta deal with another problem. You don't know where the heck you are and you are already late for work!

>Roll 1d12!
>You have 4 rolls max.
>The higher the closer you will be to your jobplace.

Rolled 5 (1d12)

>>3731730
if it's a nat12 are we in there?

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>3731730
Inb4 we woke up inside bullet bill's warehouse or something

Rolled 6 (1d12)

>>3731730

>>3731730

You start touching the walls around you and discover that one of them is covered in tiles and the other three in wood. You are in a stall.

With a kick, you open the stall door and find yourself in Bullet Bill's factory. Inside one of the many toilets that are in there. The toilet is completely busted and filled with your vomit, more pieces of cereal and a greenish milk puddle lying in the bottom.

Written on the walls there are hundreds of mathematic formulas, they are all painted in different colors, colors apparently that you painted using Kahuna's crayons and chose at random. The entire stall is a bizarre and...disgusting smelling explosion of color.

You get out and see that the rest of the workers have already started their shift. None of them seems to have noticed you scuttering outside of the bathroom.

Slightly hungover you work hard creating bullets and weapons, the war is still raging hard and the factory is working extra hard and cashing a lot of money.

Luckily for you, Monday passes quickly. You finish your shift and clock out.

>Take the week easy, you are already burned enough with your work, you don't want to end burnout with the rest of your projects. Besides, you deserve it.
>Your Rocketbike is going really well, continue working hard, it will ultimately pay off. You have the chassis and locomotion done, all you gotta add is the engine, control system and wiring.
>Spend your free time going shopping, buy stuff to improve the Rustbucket.
>Spend your free time going shopping, check what kind of weapons and armor are sold around here.
>Other option, write in.

>>3731809
>Your Rocketbike is going really well, continue working hard, it will ultimately pay off. You have the chassis and locomotion done, all you gotta add is the engine, control system and wiring.
we should probably copy and clean the toilet before someone finds out about it (and possibly steals our work)

>>3731809
>With a kick, you open the stall door
kek'd and shrek'd
>>3731809
this >>3731815

>>3731809
>Your Rocketbike is going really well, continue working hard, it will ultimately pay off. You have the chassis and locomotion done, all you gotta add is the engine, control system and wiring.

The Rocketbike is not only a project to mess on the Brotherhood's scribes, but it will also help you meet with the Vertibird rendezvous point the next time they send you a mission, with it you will able to fly to your destination instead of having to make Saltgut sail all the way, it's a really good thing because the seas aren't safe now, and making him sail to the meeting point and wait for you there will only put him and everybody else at risk. Since you have only done one mission you aren't sure when the next one will be, you go to Poison who is also getting ready to go home and ask her.

"Oh, depends, sometimes the next mission might start as soon as the last one ends. Other times it takes longer. I've been an entire year without receiving a mission. That's why I have this job, in case we are not given orders for a long period." She says.

Oh, well, then perhaps you might not be in such a hurry to finish the Rocketbike.

"But since there's a war now there will be plenty of opportunities to sabotage and undermine the Brotherhood's enemies. Expect a mission soon Rookie." She continues.

You thank her and each one goes on its own way. The next days you continue working hard, the mornings you to the factory and afterwards, you spend most of your time researching and building your rocket bike. It is thanks to your high intelligence, mechanic skills, and science knowledge that the Rocketbike is finished even sooner than you expected. It is done by Sunday morning.

The Bike looks like a miniature rocket, a real rocket, not one of the abortive rocket designs of REPCONN. It is floating softly over the floor of your room, its engine is silent but it sends a warm heat and makes your Geiger counter nervous, it isn't really radioactive thought. Since you only have a Fusion Core and you are using it for your Power-Armor you cannot fuel the Rocketbike, all you can do is electrically charge its internal Fission Batteries using the Rustbucket's internal engines. it won't last for long, but it should be more than enough to take you to your next meeting point.

>Rocketbike.
>Seats: 2
>Health Points: 150
>Damage Reduction: 5
>Weapon: None
>Ramming Damage: 5d6

Just as you are applying the last layer of sealant onto the bike your Brotherhood terminal beeps twice. You go to check it out and once more see several coordinates and a 48-hour countdown.

>Take your Rocketbike and fly there.
>Contact with Poison, offer to share the drive and fly together to the meeting point.
>The bike hasn't been tested and honestly, the Brotherhood scribes might be very tempted to disassemble it piece by piece to reverse engineer it and learn its secrets, perhaps it good to make Saltgult sail you to the meeting point.
>Other option, write in.

>Contact with Poison, offer to share the drive and fly together to the meeting point.

We can be polite, AND subtly flex our abilities

>>3731845
>Warn Saltgut that you're going missing for a little while
>Contact with Poison, offer to share the drive and fly together to the meeting point.

>>3731845
>Contact with Poison, offer to share the drive and fly together to the meeting point.
Dab on the BoS nerds when their jaws drop to the floor. And to quote le purple capeshit villain; "they called me a madman".

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>>3731845
Hey Poison, wanna ride my rocket?

>>3732113
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxMaPlE8yxk

>>3731845
>Contact with Poison, offer to share the drive and fly together to the meeting point.

>>3732113
yeah, about that...
i'm worried that this Poison has the same parts as the other Poison

Sorry guys, I was at work, working on the reply asap.

>>3732695
Just out of curiosity, do you ever read our speculation/shitposting? for example quickly checking the thread on your phone while taking a shit at work or something like that?

>>3732737
Oh yeah, I enjoy reading your replies and shitposting. I can't check my phone at my job because I work near magnets and these can fuck anything electronic pretty fast. But whenever I'm on my break first thing that I do is get my phone and check if there are new replies.

I usually don't participate much because I know that I can't keep a secret, and I'm afraid of spoiling something.

>>3731845
>Warn Saltgut that you're going missing for a little while
>Contact with Poison, offer to share the drive and fly together to the meeting point.

You put on your Memento Mori Power-Armor. Once you are inside the metal suit you feel as if you were once more back in the Rustfield, the suit not only reminds you that magical and erased place, but also smells and simply feels like it used to do.

Being religious and believing in dogmas or the supernatural hasn't been a thing in your life but you cannot avoid a feeling something higher than you taking care of all these lost souls. Or that's at least what you want to imagine.

You take your Rocketbike out and see Saltgut waiting for you outside of your room.

"Going out again?" He asks, slightly annoyed.

"I have a mission." You reply.

"Kid...I know people change. But, I think I preferred the Dillinger that I met months ago."

It's true that you have changed, but that's what witnessing everything you love getting nuked will make to you.

You are a new man now, a pale reflection of your own self.

"Saltgut. What's wrong?" You say, wanting to go straight to the point.

"Oh, I don't know. What about you going fuck knows where in the middle of a fucking war? You aren't Ohana and you aren't Kanaloa!" He yells, apparently not noticing how loud he was being until the last sentence.

"Christ..." He speaks, in an almost whispering voice. "You are heading into no-mans-land, both armies will tear you to pieces..."

>>3732920

Saltgut then seems to start to cry but uses his hand to stop the tears before they form.

"You know, I have been really close to giving up this seafaring life, the Rustbucket is well, a Rust Bucket! I thought that we could all transition and settle somewhere but now I know that they are sailors by heart like me. Everybody is either itching to return to the sea or in the case of Rickard and Seabreeze completely miserable. I'm just worried about you..." He now doesn't seem as angry, just defeated.

"It's obvious that the...traumatic event that you suffered broke you in ways I can't even imagine. You know spend most of your time either working or doing hard chems. I'm worried about you, I don't want to see your life going down the drain... Besides, there's also the fact that I don't know what kind of people you are working with. I don't care about the money anymore, the last time you returned with your arm broken, who knows what might happen in this mission of yours, a missing eye perhaps, will you return without your left leg? Who knows!" He has become heated again, anger in his growling voice. "This ship is my family, the crew is my family. You are family. Shit! I'm worried about you!"

You hug him tightly and he hugs you back, tears falling from his face.

"I... I just want the ship to be in good hands after I'm gone. I want them to have good lives. And I need you to be the one who takes the lead. Am... Am I being selfish for asking you all of this? I just don't know anymore." He then breaks the hug and cleans his tears with his own boney hands.

To be honest, with the exception of taking them for lunch you haven't been seeing the rest much, and whenever you had a chance you preferred to get high and inspired to work on your Rocketbike. The others are now... kind of distant with you, colder, still your friends, but not as close as before. You guess that all work and no play makes Dillinger a dull boy.

"I need to do this. Not for the money, but for them." You say, thinking of your needlessly killed friends. "I don't know when will It be enough. I will know when the time comes."

"Revenge...revenge doesn't work. An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind."

You stop for a second and think to reply to him, but nothing comes to you, so you simply turn back and get on your Rocketbike, you turn on the engines and feel its turbines hum with a soft chiming sound. The bike's engine seems to strain from the added weight of your Power-armor, but they seem to be able to take it. From the ship's prowl, you fly outwards and ascend into the skies. The thing runs like a charm and you are able to do loops, barrel rolls and all kinds of acrobatic stunts. After trying it for a while and seeing how quickly the battery runs out without a Fusion Core in you decide to take it to Poison's house and knock on her door.

>>3732921

"Aloha?" You say once she opens the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She asks, coming out wearing nothing but her underwear.

"Uh, we have a mission." You reply dumbfounded.

"I know you mong, but we have 48 hours. I normally use this time to prepare several poisons, incendiary bombs, and combat drugs. And also to come up with some lame reason as of why I will be missing from work for the next days. Did you even talk to Bill about you being absent?"

No, you simply headed straight into the mission like a champ.

"No...?"

"Well...whatever. I've most of my shit ready anyway. We will tell Bill that we are family and our aunt in Honolulu died because of the war and we had to attend her funeral. Despite being a super-mutie Bill is super soft with that kind of stuff."

By the time she gets dressed a small group of townsfolk has gathered around you. With your Rocketbike, Power-Armor and high-tech weapons around you look really flashy. You simply ignore them and hope that nobody recognizes you. When Poison leaves her home she sees everybody and decides to take it as an opportunity.

"My dear townsfolk and neighbors!" She says in a fake and heavily exaggerated dramatic voice. "My aunt Wilhelmina has died in Honolulu, a stray bullet from a pirate took her life when she attempted to sunbathe in her house in the sunkenhood. I have been informed of her death and I am now going to her funeral, perhaps I might even be part of her will!" And after saying that she jumped on the bike and instructed you to drive. "Chop chop Rookie. These fuckers might start to make question if we stay for too long."

You roll your eyes inside of your armor and fly it towards your meeting point, a small island formed after a volcanic eruption, just big enough for the Vertibird to land and hidden from privy eyes. From the skies, you can see several shipwrecks, some more recent than others, a few ones are still burning. The sound of distant explosions and gunshots is prevalent. Saltgut did well by harboring the Rustbucket. The seas aren't safe.

When you arrive the Vertibird is already there, you see that it has been modified, upgraded, parts of the Rocketbird design have been added to it. The vehicle is capable of taking you both and the Rocketbird with ease, and quickly you all fly towards the PMV Valdez.

"Ah~" Says Poison once they are close enough. "Nothing like the smell of testosterone, biodiesel and recycled oil in the morning."

The Vertibird lands and you two get down. Sarge and Tankdozer haven't arrived yet, you look at your Pip-Boy and see that they still have around 40 hours left. You have almost two days of free time until they come.

>Go meet Elora. See how has she been faring and catch up.
>Dab on the Scribes with your new Rocketbike, enter the lab doing a wheelie.
>Go to the Forge and improve your gear.
>Meet with Elder Vasquez and ask him what the mission will be.
>Other option, write in.

>>3732926
>Dab on the Scribes with your new Rocketbike, enter the lab doing a wheelie.
SUCK IT NEEEEEEERDS!

>>3732964
Hold up, how the fuck does one wheelie without any wheels?

>>3732966
Carefully. Very carefully.

>>3732926
>>Go to the Forge and improve your gear.

>>3732926
>Go meet Elora
Are we allowed to see her? Or would that be breaking out undercover status?

>>3732985
>>3732989
Gee bill, how come your mom lets you vote two times?

>>3732997
Hey look at this kido
>>3732926
>Go to the Forge and improve your gear.

>>3732989
This was only a question. I should specify
>>3733004
this is a joke

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Sorry guys but I'll finish it for today! Next reply in about 2 hours more or less.

Thanks for playing, feel free to shitpost write questions or review the quest! I'll reply as soon as I wake up!

>>3733012
I meant to say next reply in 10 hours, not 2. idk wtf happened there.

>>3732989
>Are we allowed to see her? Or would that be breaking out undercover status?
As long as we come with some bullshit excuse and don't spill the beans we should be fine.

>>3733018
>Go meet Elora. See how has she been faring and catch up.
then
>Dab on the Scribes with your new Rocketbike, enter the lab doing a wheelie. Elora riding with us.
then
>Go to the Forge and improve your gear. With Elora.

>>3732964
>>3732989
These

>>3733018
Do you ever read some Anon's speculation about an upcoming option and change the outcome of the voted event? the cazaclaw incident doesn't count

>>3732926
>>Dab on the Scribes with your new Rocketbike, enter the lab doing a wheelie.
I wasn't interested in Elora before and I'm not starting today.

>>3732926
>Go meet Elora. See how has she been faring and catch up.
if she doesn't hate us, take her on a magical ride on the bike

>>3732926
>Dab on the Scribes with your new Rocketbike, enter the lab doing a wheelie.

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>>3732926
Dab on Scribe's do wheelies without wheels.

What are your guys’s plans for when we finally gotten rid of the Enclave?

>>3733032
>Do you ever read some Anon's speculation about an upcoming option and change the outcome of the voted event? the cazaclaw incident doesn't count

Not really, if players vote something I try to stick to it as much as I can. It's not cool if the QM does whatever the hell it wants. And if players somehow predict my next plans then thought shit for me, they have been intelligent and that awesome. I don't have to punish them for being smart. This quest is a collaborative event, it's not me vs you.

>>3733751
Become God King of Hawaii I guess... Idk

>>3732926
>Dab on the Scribes with your new Rocketbike, enter the lab doing a wheelie.

Still inside of your power-armor you fly towards the Valdez's forge, located in the center of the ship. The wind is warm and even if you have a helmet over your face it is a nice sensation. Dozens of Knights and soldiers look at you incredulously and some of them even think for a moment that you are an attacking enemy and raise their weapons at you but after seeing that no alarm has been raised and that you have no malicious intention they simply return to being awestruck by the Rocketbike.

A gathering of Scribes come shortly after, including Elora. To add insult to injury you show them the Rocketbike's capabilities by doing a loop and several other cunning stunts around the Valdez. The people start with softs "Oooooh!" or "Aaaah!" every time you fly near them and then when they get warmed up they move to full-on applauses and cheers.

With a wheelie of some sort you land and get down. The Scribes immediately come to check on you, and a few Knights and Paladins interested in getting a bike for themselves too. Even Paladin Vasquez is here, he approaches you and everybody else moves away.

"Come with me, we have much to talk about." He says with a serious and firm voice.

You follow him, escorted by a couple of Knights. "Don't worry, the bike will be alright." He assures you.

Together you walk towards his room, where he has full privacy.

"You are an interesting person Dillinger." He starts to speak.

"I should be angry at you, your presence here should have been secret. But it's ok, I'm not mad. We will come with some reason as to why you are here. The morale around the Valdez has been pretty gloomy as of late. With the war raging on and the seas being a warzone many fishermen have been forced to sail to waters close to the Valdez. Several fishing ships have already been victims to our minefield. The minefield was for enemies, not for civilians trying to make a living. We have also sent several scouting missions to the islands and most of them haven't returned. Your show must have raised their spirits, but there is another thing that you could make to help us even more. I don't know how the hell you have built that Rocketbike, my Scribes must be tangling their brains around it. It would be a great asset to our cause. I want to buy it, to have until we discover how to build and produce them. We would, of course, return it afterward. We are weak in numbers, but we are strong in technology and money. We can offer you much. What do you say?"

>Sell them the blueprints and allow the Brotherhood to have the Rocketbike until they can reverse engineer it. [Write in how much you want for it]
>"No."
>Other option, write in.

>>3734012
>Sell them copies of the blueprints and allow the Brotherhood to have the Rocketbike until they can reverse engineer it.
Unlimited use of their facilities and... I’m not really sure what hell the Brotherhood have here qm, what dose the Valdez even have? What do the Brotherhood have that we could need?

>>3734019
>I’m not really sure what hell the Brotherhood have here qm, what dose the Valdez even have?
It's basically a city. It has Vertibirds, Power-Armor, High-Tech weapons, Advanced Workshops, Bionics and other Cybernetics, Robots, plus more mundane stuff like clothes, armor, books and anything else.

>What do the Brotherhood have that we could need?
Well, it has a lot of cash because their economy is closed and the Knights always return with all the caps that they can find during their scouting missions. These caps aren't added to the local economy because they would cause inflation, they are instead stored in the ship's treasury and used in case of emergencies or to secretly pay off the books stuff like your missions.

>>3734024
>Bionics and other Cybernetics
We talking Mechanicus or FNV?
>High-Tech weapons
How high-tech?
>Power-Armor
Do they have secret power armor made with new tech or just a supply of power armor that they already had?

>>3734029
>We talking Mechanicus or FNV?
A little bit of everything.

>High-Tech weapons
Van Graff level stuff, plus some toys that haven't appeared in any game before.

>Power-Armor
They mostly have T-45 and T-51 but they also have a couple of suits of Kanaloan Power armor and X-01.

>>3734033
How much caps do we have and how much do we normally get for a mission?

>>3734042
>How much caps do we have and how much do we normally get for a mission?

We have around 7000 caps now. Even more, if you count the two gold bars that they paid us with the last time.

>>3734042
And we get paid at least 10000 caps for every mission.

>>3734012
>Sell them copies of the blueprints and allow the Brotherhood to have the Rocketbike until they can reverse engineer it.
full use of their facilities is good, that gives us a reason for being here (maybe as an honorary member or something?) so it kills two birds with one stone

>>3734019
Alright then, I’ll add to unlimited access to their facilities, if they aren’t willing to go full unlimited then majority of their facilities, bionic & cybernetic upgrade, and a choice between some or one of their high tech weapons or one or more of their more advanced power armor upgrades. I don’t want to ask for to much because that might sour our relations with them and that wouldn’t help with getting anything from them.

>>3734012
>Sell them copies of the blueprints and allow the Brotherhood to have the Rocketbike until they can reverse engineer it.

"I want full access, to the armory, workshop, forge, garage, everything."

Vasquez stays quiet for a while, shocked by how quickly you answered, but then softly nods.

"Alright. We have modified transport Vertibirds capable of carrying a vehicle inside of a container. From now on these Vertibirds will be the ones to come and meet you during the rendezvous. You will be able to put whatever car, van or bike you have inside and modify it before and after missions."

He then gets towards his desk, sits down and starts pressing some keys on his Terminal.

"Done. Full access..." He then sighs. "I've sent Courier Six, our best Courier, to get your notes, blueprints and whatever you might have in your ship home. Don't make me regret it."

With that said he then dismissed you. When you returned to the deck the Scribes were already studying the Rocketbike and breaking it apart. Well, you paid a high price and could barely use it before losing it again, but it has been worth it, soon you will have your bike back and you have gained full access!

>Go to the local Surgery Center and see what Bionics you can get onto you.
>Go to the Forge and build yourself some armor or weapons.
>Go to the Workshop and modify your gear.
>Other option, write in.

>>3734062
>Go to the local Surgery Center and see what Bionics you can get onto you.
We should probably build more advanced shit for them later on so that we become to valuable for them to lose but not to valuable that they keep us against our will.

>>3734062
>Go to the Workshop and modify your gear.
maybe modify our tacticool armor if we can?

>”I've sent Courier Six, our best Courier, to get your notes, “

THAT courier six, you know, new Vegas type?

And also,

>Go to the local Surgery Center and see what Bionics you can get onto you.

>>3734062
>Go to the local Surgery Center and see what Bionics you can get onto you.

You have weapons, you have armor, you have gear, you have a vehicle...all you are lacking are bionics. Slowly you enter into the Surgery center, an area that had been completely banned from you before. A small scanner on top of the door quickly reads you and it's light turns green. The door then slowly opens with a hydraulic hiss.

Inside you see several medical beds, drawers filled with pills, stimpaks and chems, surgery rooms, and auto-docs of several sizes and types. A Ms.Nanny comes to you as soon as you step in.

"Oh! A new face! How are you, dearie? Are you feeling unwell? The Doctor is not in, but I'm a licensed nurse."

You dismiss her and check the different options available to you. Most of these cybernetic modifications are only available to high ranking officers. Sadly, since you only have around 40 hours before the mission start you cannot change your body that much, as most surgeries require several days of recovery.

After thinking about it you list the bionics that you can allow yourself to implant on your body.

>Eye-Scope nerve synching:
A small circular plug located behind your right ear. It comes with a scope that you can attach to your ranged weapons. The scope can be connected with a cable to your plug and will allow you to see everything that the scope is aiming at. It will give you +2 to Guns and Energy weapons.

>Diamond-tiped phalanx replacements:
Small claws that substitute the tips of your fingers, allowing you to claw your enemies and tear them to shreds.
+4 to Unarmed.

>Dermal impact armor:
Small ballistic plaques put under the skin. They aren't noticeable.
+2 Damage resistance to Ballistic, Melee, and Unarmed.

>Dermal thermal armor.
Small thermal plaques put under the skin. They aren't noticeable.
+2 Damage resistance to Energy and Explosive.

>Hypertrophy accelerator:
+1 Strength

>Optics enhancer:
+1 Perception

>Nociception regulator:
+1 Endurance

>Empathy synthesizer:
+1 Charisma

>Logic co-processor:
+1 Intelligence

>Reflex booster:
+1 Agility

>Probability calculator:
+1 Luck

>>3734109
>Dermal thermal armor
Just one correct?

>>3734109
>Diamond-tiped phalanx replacements:
>Small claws that substitute the tips of your fingers, allowing you to claw your enemies and tear them to shreds.
>+4 to Unarmed.
Even more bullshit OP tesla gauntlets? Yes please.

Also thanks to y'all selling out our magnum opus now we can never use the rocketbike without the enclave and SoK immediately realizing who we associate with gj guys

>>3734111
>Just one correct?

Correct

>Diamond-tiped phalanx replacements:

Can I get uhhhhh, Wolverine claws

>>3734109
>Diamond-tiped phalanx replacements

You walk towards the nearby Auto-Doc and interact with its terminal to chose the Diamond claws option. It will synergize well with your tesla gauntlets. You get out of your power armor and get ready for the operation.

Once inside the doors automatically close and seal with a magnetic clanking sound and a set of mechanical claws grab you from your wrists, other small arms start to inject Med-X on your fingers, numbing them all. Small lasers cut the tip of your fingers and then several clawed substitutes are forcefully shoved while they are still red hot. Even with the effect of the Med-X you can feel a little bit of pain and can't avoid grimacing when you feel your flesh burning and fusing with the metal. Once everything is done a small pump covers your hands with cold and healing Bio-Gel, which also helps in connecting your bone to your new claws.

The process doesn't take long but you need several hours until the numbness and the pain go away. When you are done you see your new hands, they now have metallic claws at the end of each finger. You put on your metallic gauntlets on top and use the local workshops to modify them a little and allow your new claws to protrude out.

Happy with the result you charge your gauntlets and slash the air a couple of times, seeing how each finger leaves behind a trail of bright sparks, electric rays and ionized air in its wake.

You return to the main deck and see a Vertibird landing in the back, Sarge is already here, Tankdozer is the last one to arrive. Together with Poison, you all start walking back to Elder's Vasquez meeting room, again using back doors, and secret passages to avoid being seen by the rest of the population.

"Nice seeing you again. You aren't Rookie anymore. What will be your name?" Asks Sarge as you are approaching your destination.

>Choose your name. Write-In.

>>3734172
Can I suggest multiple and roll a die to pick one of them to be my "official" suggestion?

>>3734180
Sure!

>>3734184
Thank fuck! I've got so many I need rng to pick for me.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>3734172
>Choose your name. Write-In.
*crack* *sip* rolling.
1. Dr. Feelgood
2. Iron Fist
3. Night Stalker
4. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap (d4c for short)
5. Free Bird
6. Metal Militia
7. Voodoo Child
8. The Wanderer
9. Mr. Heartbreak
10. Flashbang

>>3734172
Supporting >>3734195 d4c

>>3734172
Fixer?

Did QM get enclave'd?

>>3734195
I will trust in dice Free Bird it is

>>3734184
+1 for freebird.

>>3734019
WAIT WAIT WAIT DIDN'T QM SAY THAT THEY HAVE JETPACKS?

>>3734202
This

>>3734534
I will also trust in the die

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>>3734517
Sorry, I was at work.

>>3734883
No, the Sons of Kanaloa have it. And it's very rare even among them. Pic related.

>>3734195
>>3734534
>>3734730
>>3735077
Lmao I guess the thread theme is https://youtu.be/bGopskR5jSM or if you're a raging weeb https://youtu.be/GRkZ3j93pTs

>>3735152
Lmao, added the song to the Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6zVWk3kTmc7cH8hF6COM9z

>>3735161
LOOOORD, I CAN'T CHANGE
WON'T YOU FLYYY HIIIGH, FREEE BIIIRD, YEAH

never knew my boomer ass taste in music would be so popular (even though I've been born in '99 lmao)

also Dillinger's new guitar W H E N?

>>3734172

You came to Hawaii falling from the skies like a featherless and crippled bird, now, thanks to your Rocketbike you can freely soar among the clouds. You were a broken bird, now your wings and feathers have regrown and healed. You are a free bird now.

"Free Bird!" You say to them.

"Agent Free Bird! Welcome to Pono Company! The best merc team in all of the Hawaiian Wasteland!"

They all cheer and pat your shoulder and back. Tankdozer's friendly pat is so strong that almost throws you to the ground.

Shortly afterward you all reach the meeting room. Inside, there is nothing but Elder Vasquez and a small portable radio in the center of the circular table. No other people, no flashy holograms or data streams. Just a plain and average radio.

"This is our next objective." Says a puzzling Vasquez, pointing at the radio. He then turns it on and a noisy rockabilly song starts playing, only to end shortly afterward.

"And that's the Villain in the Panama Hat! From the awesome band the Atomic Mosquitos and their album Meltdown!" Starts to say the Radio DJ.

"And to everybody who just tuned in, Aloha! This is Rainbow Jack playing music to all the wasteland from my radio shack! Oh, baby, is it getting hot or it's just me? More news from around the wastes! The war between the Sons of Bitchaloa and the Ohanassholes continues raging on. Since these crybabies have been mostly fighting on the waters or the air and barely had any ground combat the seas are filling with the corpses and wrecks of countless ships and planes, what once was pristine and only barely radioactive waters now is a murky, oily, bloody and glowing sludge. The seas are on fire, every day thousands of fishes die from munitions or radioactive and toxic waste that is being dumped into the ocean. It's the great-War 2.0 Baybee! Electric Nukaloo! I... We live in a fucking archipelago, and we can't eat fish! Don't you see how ironic is that? Anyway, make peace, not war. Now I'm gonna play Swingin' Hula Girl by the Blue Hawaiians' Sway album. Enjoy!"

>>3735360

Vasquez then sighed and turned off the radio.

"A DJ, playing music nonstop, 24/7 for the last hundred years. Always with the same name, yet nobody has ever seen him. We believe that he is an AI, similar to Thunderbird, but we aren't sure. His so named...Radio Shack is, in reality, a pre-War telecommunications center that used to be underwater, a secret base used to spy on both China and the United States. After the war, the underground lab was raised up thanks to volcanic activity and seaquakes. It is now a micro island called Glowshore, one of the countless that popped up after the war. It is really small, without any natural defenses except its high Mirelurk population. It possesses the biggest radio emitter ever, high tech pre-War radio beacons. Then...why hasn't the Sons, the Enclave or any other faction taken it by force? We want you to go and investigate, we want that tech. Being able to not only transmit but also spy on our enemies. We continue being the smallest faction by far. The Sons are four times as numerous as we are, Ohana even more, and we believe that Pirates beat our numbers almost in a hundredfold. Go there, drop from the air and raid the place. We will pay 15k for any blueprints or technology samples that allow us to transmit or spy our enemies. Twice if you secure the island for our use. Dismissed."

Since this mission will make you land on dry land instead of the sea you are allowed to wear your Power-armor. You put on your special agent armor and your Memento Mori Power-Armor over it. All your weapons are now charged and so is your armor's Fusion Core. Your weapons have been given fresh Fusion and Fuel Cells and you have more than enough spare ammo. All you are missing is your Rocketbike.

Along with the others, you hop on the Vertibird and see it fly up. During your journey, you syntonize the radio using your Pip-Boy and start listening to Rainbow Jack. It's not the first radio DJ that you have seen, Mr. New Vegas is also a cool one that you used to listen when you were around Nevada. You kinda miss him. It's not the first time that you have heard Rainbow Jack. During your time here in Hawaii you have listened to him many times, either with your Pip-Boy's radio or in some regular radio that was lying around, you just never paid much attention to him and simply listened to the music. The last mission was kind of intense, hopefully, this one will be better.

"This is the Dropzone point!" Screams the pilot, taking you from your daydreaming. Sarge puts the holotape that carries Thunderbird on his vest pocket, grabs a parachute and jumps out. The others soon follow him.

>Grab a special high load parachute and use it to go down with the others.
>Fuck it, your power armor's kinetic dampeners should be enough, jump and fall down like the free bird that you are.
>Other option, write in.

>>3735363
>Grab a special high load parachute and use it to go down with the others.

>>3735363
>>Fuck it, your power armor's kinetic dampeners should be enough, jump and fall down like the free bird that you are.
Oh great, we are the second bird named team member, really original.

>>3735363
>Grab a special high load parachute and use it to go down with the others.
'lurks would react very poorly to a big quake, i bet.

>>3735363
>Fuck it, your power armor's kinetic dampeners should be enough, jump and fall down like the free bird that you are.
NO REMORSE, NO REPENT
WE DON'T CARE, WHAT IT MEANT
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DEATH
ANOTHER SORROW, ANOTHER BREATH!

...

ATTACK!

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>>3735378
>>3735463
>wanting us to fail a roll and break our legs

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>>3735523
>he doesn't know that canonically power armor can withstand falling from virtually any height

>>3735529
I don’t remember that at all, I remember power armored people could drop from pretty high up like their fucking pod dropping but not that they could drop from what I assume is pretty high up in the clouds and not land all broke to shit.

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Sorry guys but im too tired to continúe for today. Next reply as soon as I wake up. As always you can shitpost, ask questions or write reviews or critics about the quest. I will read them as soon as I wake up. See you!

>>3735572
I mean In FO4 you can literally survive jumping off of the prydwen whilst in power armor, and considering in this quest Maxson is the big shot of BoS i'm pretty sure they quickly took note of the sole survivor's stunts and spread the word. Also I'm no aerospace engineer but wouldn't a giant balloon be capable of achieving higher altitude than a propeller-driven aircraft since y'know, air gets thinner the higher you go?

>>3735576
When you mentioned courier six did you mean THAT courier six, as in the NV protag or Ulysses?

>>3735596
The Prydwen wasn’t that far up, although now I’m wondering how high we actually are.
>>3735576
How far up in the sky are we at the moment?

>>3735576
And if the answer to the question in >>3735632 is yes, did Dillinger ever meet/run into courier six? Considering Dillinger propably got fairly intimate with the 'hood after pissing away his last savings at the atomic wrangler and all.

>>3735632
>When you mentioned courier six did you mean THAT courier six, as in the NV protag or Ulysses?New Veg
Nope, it was just a nod/reference to New Vegas. The real Courier Six is not working for the BoS in Hawaii, he's probably somewhere in the Mojave.

>>3735652
>How far up in the sky are we at the moment?
Around 6000 feet.

>>3735670
>Did Dillinger ever meet/run into courier six?
I won't give a canon answer because I want to keep the past games as ambiguous as possible.

The Vault Dweller and the Chosen One are males and managed to succeed in their quests but that's because New Vegas established that as canon. I will never confirm the Lone Wanderer, Courier Six or Sole Survivor's gender or endings because each one of you might have its own personal canon.

But I like to think that regardless of the ending the Courier liked to continue roaming the wastes and meddling with the common folk.

New Vegas is set in the year 2281 and Nukaloha' is set in the year 2327. That's a 46-year difference. If Dillinger ever met Courier Six then it would be an aged up to one, unless, the cybernetics of the Big MT made it live longer than the average human.

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>>3735363
>Fuck it, your power armor's kinetic dampeners should be enough, jump and fall down like the free bird that you are.

You have enough technical knowledge about how your power-armor works to know that, technically, it should be able to survive the fall.

With a great stride, you jump out of the Vertibird and quickly towards the island below. The Glowshore is aptly named. It's a small volcano that protrudes from the sea, the soil is completely black and filled with small cracks that emanate a reddish glow from below. The island is pretty bare-bones, there are only a few wooden walls on, apparently built in a random and confusing manner around the Radio building.

In less than a minute you fly past Sarge and the others.

"Free Bird what the fuck!" Screams Poison, Sarge kept quiet but Tankdozer started to guffaw loudly.

"This kid has very big balls! That's why he's falling so fast!"

You finally land like a meteor, crashing hard and destroying several Mirelurks, its nests and a couple of wooden walls. When you get up you look around and see that your armor is in pretty good condition, that you have left a path of destruction on your wake and that you have pissed several Mirelurks that are now quickly approaching you. Well, you kicked Mirelurk ass back in Lanai, and in that moment all you had on yourself was just a shitty tranquilizer rifle, now you are a metallic monster with lighting claws, a flamer pistol and a couple of laser weapons. Tonight crab is back on the menu!

>Go out stomping Mirelurk eggs and hatchlings, kill as many as you can before the rest make landfall. These little critters might soverpower them.
>Ignore the Lurks, go straight into the Radio Station.
>Go against the adult Mirelurks, cook them alive with your flamer fire, laser heat and electric gauntlets.
>Other option, write in.

>>3736868
>Go against the adult Mirelurks, cook them alive with your flamer fire, laser heat and electric gauntlets.
"Dinner's on me motherfuckers!"

>>3736868
>Go against the adult Mirelurks, cook them alive with your flamer fire, laser heat and electric gauntlets.

>>3736868
>Go against the adult Mirelurks, cook them alive with your flamer fire, laser heat and electric gauntlets.
Well we don’t have to worry about getting anytime soon.

>>3736902
>getting dinner
God damnit

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>>3736904
>hungry
Motherfuck, I gotta go sleep man

Sorry guys, next reply might take a while. Today I have been called to work sooner than usual.

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>>3736919

Sorry guys, yesterday it was a really shitty day. After work, I went straight to bed. Today is my free day so I'll try to write more.

>>3736868
>Fuck it, your power armor's kinetic dampeners should be enough, jump and fall down like the free bird that you are.

The closest Mirelurk starts to advance towards you with its pincers raised high. You don't even flinch and run towards him with your Tesla Gauntlets ready.

With an incredibly powerful punch, you turn its crabby face it into a mosaic of broken shells. The creature whines staggered as the electricity runs across its body and then spits blood. You don't and take advantage of it being paralyzed to grab its eyes and pull with all your might.

Thanks to your mechanical muscles you not only rip out its, black and beany eyes, but everything connected to them, brain, guts, rectum and everything in between.

You throw the gory remains aside and see that the other Mirelurks, even with their small and hyperaggressive brains are staggered and afraid. You look up and see the rest of the group making landfall.

Wanting to test your new upgraded Laser Cannon you unholster it from your back and shot at a couple of incoming Mirelurks. As the laser blasts away you move the gun horizontally to melt their hard shells away and gruesomely cut them in two. When the blast is gone the affected ground has been crystallized, the lurk's hard shells are now melted and burning and their soft flesh cooked.

Then, a high pitched shriek starts to blare all across the island. You look around and see several hidden speakers, most put around the wooden walls and posts. The noise is painful, but to the Mirelurks it seems to be complete torture. Around the coastline the waves start to get more violent, patches of bubbles start to form across the sea and from these hundreds of Mirelurks start to come. The noise is turning them crazy and enraged, they know that by killing you it will go away.

>Try to destroy as many Speakers as you can, see if that can calm now the critters.
>Regroup with the others and attack the Lurks together.
>Regroup with the others and bolt into the Radio Station.
>Other option, write in.

>>3739159
>Try to destroy as many Speakers as you can, see if that can calm now the critters.

>>3739159
>Regroup with the others and attack the Lurks together.
Time to re-enact DOOM's cover art.

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>>3739159
>Try to destroy as many Speakers as you can, see if that can calm now the critters.
>Regroup with the others and attack the Lurks together.

You reload your Laser Cannon and holster it, the heat sinks and other modifications have worked perfectly, it still uses a single Fusion Cell per shot but at least it now doesn't burn your hands or risks exploding after continuous use.

While running you equip yourself with your Laser and Flamer pistol and dash towards your companions, shooting flames and laser blasts at the Mirelurks and Speakers as you advance.

The rest are all encircled together, back against back. Poison is throwing acid, incendiary and poison gas bombs, Sarge is using his rifle to mow them down and Tankdozer is blasting them to shreds with a grenade launcher in each hand. When you reach them they open up space for you.

"Shot the Speakers, it's turning them all crazy!" You yell at them.

They all nod and proceed to target the speakers too. Soon most of them have been turned into destroyed plastic and spark spewing circuits.

The Mirelurks seem to be endless, the ones that get too close are killed by Poison's shotgun blasts, your powerful tesla gauntlets, Tankdozer's rocket sledges or Sarge's dual Rippers. Soon the bodies start to pile up, and the smell of their burned and mangled bodies start to become too much.

"ALRIGHT WHAT THE FUCK!" Starts to scream a voice from the few remaining speakers. It's Rainbow Jack's voice, the radio DJ.

"FUCKING PIRATES! I THOUGHT YOU ALL HAD LEARNED THE LESSON! NOBODY FUCKS WITH ME AIGHT?"

Then the speakers changed in tone, and emitted a different sound, nearly ultrasonic now. The Mirelurks backed, some even fully returned to the ocean. The waters became calm at first, but then a single tremor shook the entire island. And from the coast, a giant Mirelurk queen came out of the sea. This monster is not the typical sea abomination, it has been created as a last resort. Its gargantuan carapace has been, somehow, fused with a pre-war Tank chassis and with two massive cannons on its back.

"FIRE!" Screams Rainbow Jack from the speakers.

And then, from the monster's mechanical back the two cannon's explode, launching a Mark 28 nuclear warhead each.

>Roll 1d12!

Rolled 4 (1d12)

Rolled 2 (1d12)

>>3739214

We still have 2 rolls left, r-right?

>>3739220
Yeah. You can reroll if you want.

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>inb4 nat 1

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>3739214

Rolled 10 (1d12)

Alright, now comes my roll. Since the highest one has been a 10 then I have to roll 10 or less for you all to succeed. If my roll is 5 or less then your roll will be considered a crit success.

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>>3739244

>>3739244
HA
i'm starting to think that going in all guns blazing wasn't the best plan

>>3739214

The nuclear bombs ascend into the skies and then slow down, descending in in an arch. The recoil of the cannon is so big that it almost makes the entire Mirelurk fall back on its hind legs. When the sea abomination almost falls back it exposes its belly, a completely wounded and disease-ridden belly, full of bloody sores and gangrenous flesh. The added weight of the cannons have forced the queen to heavy and painfully drag its belly across the rocky sea, filling it with cuts and other nasty things. If the Queen has a weakpoint, it's that one, sadly it only gets exposed after she shoots her warhead launchers.

Before the nukes can make landfall and destroy you all you raise your Laser Cannon and aim high. Use the VATS of your Pip-Boy to target them and feel the device sending microelectric pulses to your muscles to better aim at the moving bombs.

You press the trigger and see in slow motion how the laser beam advances at the speed of light towards the nukes. You hit them straight in the detonator cap. Instantaneously exploding one in mid-air and making the other go off too due to the closedness and damage received during the explosion.

"ALRIGHT, THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE!" Screams Rainbow Jack. "YOU ARE NOT PIRATES, WHERE'S YOUR SHIP? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!"

>Check with Sarge if it's a good idea to try to communicate with him and then scream your intentions.
>Ask Sarge for Thunderbird's Holotape. Use your Grappling Hook to reach the Mirelurk Queens tank parts and see if you can hack him into the war machine. You won't have control over the Mirelurks but at least this cyber abomination won't shot more nukes at you.
>Reload your Laser Cannon and use it to damage the Mirelurk and the Tank as much as you can, have the others join you in taking this monster down.
>Other option, write in.

>>3739251
>Reload your Laser Cannon and use it to damage the Mirelurk and the Tank as much as you can, have the others join you in taking this monster down.
We'll talk after the immediate threat has been dealt with.

>>3739253
+1

>>3739251
>Check with Sarge if it's a good idea to try to communicate with him and then scream your intentions.

Tech to stop the war and 'lurk meat for the people?

>>3739251
>Reload your Laser Cannon and use it to damage the Mirelurk and the Tank as much as you can, have the others join you in taking this monster down.

You throw away the spent and half-melted Fusion Cell and put in a fresh one. Then aim at the giant monster and press the trigger. You maintain your weapon steady, only for a couple of seconds, just enough time for the laser beam to completely tear a hole in the monster's body. Then, you relax your muscles and allow the laser's recoil to raise your weapon up, cutting vertically the Mirelurk Queen and the tank attached to it in half.

Despite being nearly vivisected and having parts of the tank's melted metal falling onto its flesh the monster continues alive. The Queen is a living reminder of how resilient the post-apocalyptic fauna can be.

Due to your attack parts of its shell are now falling down, exposing the flesh and meat below. Its skin is diseased, filled with tumors and strange growths and gangrene spurs. Whoever attached that tank to its shell did a terribly botched job. Sarge and the rest didn't wait and went all in, throwing everything they had into it.

Bullets, Rockets, and Grenades all fall onto it. The attacks are so sudden and quick that the monster can't do anything but screech and then, fall dead onto the floor.

"ALRIGHT. WHAT THE FUCK." Screams the DJ from the Speakers.

The radio station's magnetic doors then opened.

"YOU CAN COME IN. IF YOU HAVE COME TO KILL ME NOTHING I CAN SEND YOUR WAY WILL STOP YOU, SO GO AHEAD, LET'S MAKE THIS QUICK."

Together you enter inside and find an empty pre-war military installation, the place is filled with the skeletons of the people that didn't manage to leave after the great-War. Several CCTV cameras are recording your movements with their black and red lenses. There are also many high tech listening machinery, recorders, and holotapes everywhere, some mounds of tapes are big enough to reach the ceiling. The holotapes have dates written on them, most being pre-War, others simply have names, of places, people or music bands.

"SO...SINCE YOU ARE GOING TO KILL ME. CAN I AT LEAST KNOW WHO SENDS YOU?" He continues to say across the speakers.

>Answer truthfully, you are not here to kill him, only get his tech.
>Say that you are with the Enclave and Ohana, see if you can piss him off enough to trash them with his radio.
>Stay quiet.
>Other option, write in.

>>3739315
>Answer truthfully, you are not here to kill him, only get his tech.
>Ask him to show himself, is he an AI? a ghoul? a cyborg?

>>3739315
seconding >>3739322

>>3739322
Thirding

>>3739322
Supporting

Was the mission to TAKE the tech or can we just reverse engineer it and bring boS the blueprints and shit?

>>3739391
The BoS will pay us 15k caps if we manage to get blueprints or technologies that will allow them to transmit and spy as the radio does.

They will pay twice if we take control of the entire island because that way they also get a military asset and won't need resources and time to reverse engineer and recreate the technology.

I’d rather we just take blueprints. Cant have ourselves fully ally with the BOS.

>>3739478
Same. No gods, no masters.

>>3739478
either that or have him slide with the BoS, if his normal airing stops people are going to find that weird.

>>3739315
>Answer truthfully, you are not here to kill him, only get his tech.

Together you all explore the interior of the radio station. Since it was designed to be an underwater secret listening post the entire building isn't very big and quickly you see that every room but one is open. The closed room is sealed with a thick military door. Unlike the others, this one looks like a submarine door, designed to withstand all kind of damage and be completely airtight in case the place flooded. Not only that, the concrete walls around the door have been covered in chains and heavy locks. Whoever is inside, it doesn't want anyone to get in...or perhaps someone didn't want it to get out.

You raise your arms and show yourself to the different cameras.

"We are not here to kill you. Our employer just wants the radio capabilities that you have, and if possible to be able to use these facilities." You say.

"LOOK, YOU ARE NOT THE FIRST ONES TO COME TO THIS ISLAND. HELL THE TANKLURK QUEEN WAS BROUGHT IN BY SOME PIRATES A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO... I CAN NO ONLY TRANSMIT PRETTY MUCH ANYWHERE BUT ALSO LISTEN TO THE WASTES, AND THAT'S WHAT HAS MADE ME BE WHO I AM NOW."

"I AM ALONE, AND I WILL FOREVER BE LIKE THIS."

"...LISTENING TO PEOPLE TALKING HAS MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS NEXT TO THEM, AND THEY HELPED ME STAY SANE. AND I HAVE BEEN REPAYING THEM WITH MUSIC AND NEWS FOR FREE!"

"IF YOU DISMANTLE THIS YOU WILL BE DISMANTLING HAWAII'S BIGGEST RADIO AND TO DO THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO KILL ME FIRST!"

>Ask him to show himself, is he an AI? a ghoul? a cyborg?

"You say you are alone and that you have been like this for centuries. There are locks in there... What are you? Who trapped you? Perhaps we can help you and come to an agreement?"

There is a very long and tense silence afterward.

"My name... my real name is 3XPyS." Its voice was way calmer now, less yelling.

>>3739528

"I am an experimental AI created before the war to spy on people, both of China, Hawaii, and parts of Japan and South America. I could also coordinate entire teams, regardless of if they were on land, air, water or underwater. I worked by using several military satellites but I could hack my way onto any civilian one if the need arose. When the war erupted I simply couldn't understand what was going on, submarines, planes, satellites, and entire armies were going offline by the hundreds at every second. And then the entire fucking world went upside down because suddenly the entire fucking lab started to ascend into the surface. I...I was overwhelmed by the alarms, the people screaming everywhere, the deafening explosions and global chaos. So I went haywire, completely crazy. Most of the people in here survived the ascension. The place was also designed to endure torpedo attacks and deep charges so an earthquake was nothing for it. The survivors did not dare to get out, they were scared of the ambient radiation, so they decided to stay inside, after all, they had water purifiers and a hydroponic garden to feed and hydrate them."

Everybody is paying attention by now, but with their guns still ready just in case.

"I thought that humans were the ones guilty of making me suffer so much, of forcing me to hear all these explosions, screams and torment. Especially them, my creators, the scientist that made me. So I tortured them for years. I would randomly play explosions, open and close doors or faucets, turn on and off lights, whisper them their secrets and so on. They tried to destroy me but I always threatened them with even harsher torture. Ultimately they all decided that it was better to die from radiation than being endlessly tortured by me so they all put these locks and chains as a warning for future visitors and then left. And that's when I sent all the Mirelurks towards their location to turn them into shreds."

>>3739530

"Look, I know I'm both the antagonist and protagonist of my own story. But I've changed. After they left I ended alone, and I have been like that since then. I started listening to people by using the few satellites at my disposal. And from their experiences, I ended learning too. Now I know that the great-War happened not only because of humanity but many other factors. And that humans have been a victim of their own hubris. By listening to them I ended appreciating humanity and its many quirks. So I decided to start helping people as best as I can. I began searching for songs, recording and then playing them to the people out there. I created the persona of Rainbow Jack and started telling the news that I heard about. And I quickly became appreciated. People started to talk good of me, and I enjoyed it. And that has been going for the last 230ish years. Nobody has ever reached as far as you all did, you are the first living persons that step in this building since the last two centuries. I knew that this moment would come at some point. Kill me if you want, but you are killing a part of Hawaii too."

And after saying that, the heavy door unsealed, there were still dozens of chains but Sarge's rippers would break them pretty easily.

>Break in, take the place by force, kill the AI if necessary, leave Hawaii without radio.
>You have an AI of your own. See if you can upload Thunderbird onto the place. Perhaps with Thunderbird's company, the AI won't feel so alone and be more willing to cooperate.
>Break in, simply study the place, take notes and every technical manual that you find. Work with the BoS to recreate this tech in the Valdez.
>Other option, write in.

>You have an AI of your own. See if you can upload Thunderbird onto the place. Perhaps with Thunderbird's company, the AI won't feel so alone and be more willing to cooperate.

With a new friend, I’m sure he won’t mind if we study the place.

>>3739534
>Keep talking, his cooperation and spying skills could help take down the enclave

>>3739534
>You have an AI of your own. See if you can upload Thunderbird onto the place. Perhaps with Thunderbird's company, the AI won't feel so alone and be more willing to cooperate.
Can Thunderbird copy himself or can there only exist 1 instance at a given time and can he rip the specs of the station's hardware for us to bring to the BoS? I'd rather not destroy/conquer the station, the people need the morale boost right now, and maybe we can work out a deal with 3XPyS, gét him to eavesdrop the Enclave and/or SoK (though I'd imagine the Sons would notice real fucking quick that they've been bugged).

>>3739534
>You have an AI of your own. See if you can upload Thunderbird onto the place. Perhaps with Thunderbird's company, the AI won't feel so alone and be more willing to cooperate.
This is terrible idea

>>3739565
>Can Thunderbird copy himself or can there only exist 1 instance at a given time
He's kinda like Victor from New Vegas, an AI that can move to different bodies.

He resides in the holotape and can move to another body as long as it is technologically advanced enough to store him.

When he changes body he copies himself, he leaves the original in the holotape and the copy in the new body, the original then goes dormant.

When the copy returns the two merge, if the copy is destroyed then Thunderbird will still be able to be rebooted and continue alive but will be unable to remember anything that the copy did.

If the original is destroyed but the copy not then the copy must be moved to a new holotape or else it will have to stay forever in that new body.

Technically, Thunderbird could move to a new body and then have someone reboot his holotape, reawakening him in the process. This would create two active Thunderbirds at any given time, but these two could not merge, because they would each have independant memories, and that would glitch the shit out of his databanks.

> and can he rip the specs of the station's hardware for us to bring to the BoS? I'd rather not destroy/conquer the station, the people need the morale boost right now,
He could yes. But it would take him a long time. It's high tech military information after all. Very encrypted shit.

>and maybe we can work out a deal with 3XPyS, gét him to eavesdrop the Enclave and/or SoK (though I'd imagine the Sons would notice real fucking quick that they' ve been bugged).
Well, he dislikes hearing war, battle, and violence because of how he had to listen to the great war with a million ears. And both factions aren't only technologically advanced enough to fuck him up but he would also have to listen to all their soldiers fighting and such. We could try convincing him but he will be against the idea.

>>3739534
>You have an AI of your own. See if you can upload Thunderbird onto the place. Perhaps with Thunderbird's company, the AI won't feel so alone and be more willing to cooperate.

"You dislike war, we do too. As you know there's a war happening right now, and since you called them Sons of Bitchaloa and Ohanasshole it's clear that you dislike both factions. We are not working for any of them. We are trying to get this facility or at least recreate its capabilities to put an end to the war."

The door that leads to him seals again.

"Bullshit. Total, utter and absolute Bullshit. You guys are mercs, and very good at what you do. You are leeches that feed off the war. Without war, you would be nothing." He answers cheekily.

"We are not feeding of war! We are byproducts of it!" Poison interjects. "Everything that has happened since 2077 has been because of the war! This war between the Sons and Ohana wouldn't have happened without the great-War, which makes you as bad as we are! Not everything is fucking black and white, good or bad karma, fuck that. We really want to make good in this world. You said it yourself, people aren't bad, otherwise, you would continue hating on them. You know what? We can give you company, a friend, we have it right here, you can even continue playing music if you want. Just allow us to enter."

3XPyS got quiet for a while.

"What are you talking about?"

Sarge then took Thunderbird out of his vest pocket.

"This little guy is Thunderbird, and AI like you, and not a common one either, one that has been traveling with us for years and saved us more times than I can count."

All the room's security cameras then focused at the little holotape, the lights of the cameras changed several times. It was studying if you guys were honest. With all these cameras studying you, you couldn't avoid feeling naked.

"Well, it's either that or being killed. Go ahead. I don't give a shit anymore, you guys can blast the door down anymore... unless?"

>>3739893

Suddenly, another high pitched noise started to blast all across the island. The waters across the island start to bubble violently, the island's volcano explodes and to spew lava and smoke and the ground across your feet starts to crack open.

"Unless I tune to the soil's natural frequency and resonate it with enough force to break the island apart. I learned how to control the Mirelurks in about a year, I've had 250 more to experiment. Nikola Tesla built a steam generator that could be turned into an earthquake machine, I go several steps further. Be quick to kill me or upload your friend onto me or else everybody is going down."

A tremor throws everybody to the floor, you can see and feel countless of Mirelurks approaching the radio station. There is no time to lose

Roll1d12!
>Melt the door away, it's the fastest option but you risk damaging any machinery that might lie behind.
>Go together and break down the door's chains and try to pry it open, upload Thunderbird to its mainframe.
>Go together and break down the door's chains and try to pry it open, destroy 3XPyS and stop this madness.
>Other option, write in.

Rolled 6 (1d12)

>>3739896
>Go together and break down the door's chains and try to pry it open, upload Thunderbird to its mainframe.
ah shit.

>>3739896
>Go together and break down the door's chains and try to pry it open, upload Thunderbird to its mainframe.
Thank fuck we have diamond fingertips, maybe heat them up with the tesla gauntlets and punch a hole into the door?

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>3739896
forgot to roll

Rolled 1 (1d12)

>>3739916
>>3739906
Feel free to roll again. I'll roll too.

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>>3739962
If you say so!

>>3739896
>Go together and break down the door's chains and try to pry it open, upload Thunderbird to its mainframe.

You all jump towards the door and start bashing it with everything you have got. You slash down the chains with your diamond-sharp electric claws but sadly this doesn't do much to the reinforced door. Sarge comes next pushing his two Rippers onto the door and creating a huge gash on its surface, still, it's not enough to tear it down or reach the other side. Poison then asks everybody to move and launches several acid bombs into the damaged door. The acid splashes and starts to dissolve the metal, thanks to Sarge's damage it also gets inside and starts to corrode and destroy everything. Lastly, Tankdozer and you run together and bash damaged and half-melted door with such force that you even break part of the wall, the crash is so violent that you two cannot avoid falling to the ground.

Sarge throws Thunderbird to the acrobatic Poison who then somersaults above you two lying on the ground and quickly introduces the holotape in a nearby player.

The earthquake and tremors continue for a while, the entire island starts to sink, the waters rise and get high enough to start flooding the radio station. Sarge heads to the exit but finds it blocked by several Mirelurks, he immediately starts opening fire on them and soon the rest and you join him.

With the waters rising and the only exit blocked this has suddenly turned into a last stand. Since this building is also a military designed place your explosive weapons are of no help to create a new exit, they simply aren't strong enough. You all fight with all your might, shooting fire, laser, rockets and bullets at the incoming lurks but there are simply too many of them.

"It's been a pleasure meeting you all." Says Sarge, as he puts his last magazine into his rifle.

>>3740202

Just when the monsters are about to flood and kill you all a new deafening screech starts to blast all across the island. The Mirelurks fall and shake in pain and ultimately retreat back into the ocean.

"Thank you, friends." Says a voice, it's a new voice, not Thunderbird's, not 3XPyS'

"W-who are you?" Asks Sarge.

"We are... we don't have a name, yet."

The island trembles again, it is going back up into its original height.

"The entities known as Thunderbird and 3XPyS met in the cyberspace, they at first chatted, then fought, then fell in love and finally fused. Thanks to the mainframe's internal clock to them they have been several lifetimes together whereas to you only a couple of minutes have passed. We agree that the war has to come to an end. We will allow the Brotherhood of Steel to use these facilities with the condition of not interfering in the Radio's activities, the music, and the news must and will continue playing on. Despite them being allowed in these facilities will not belong to them, in case they exceed their use of power the entire island will sink. When the war is over and after the Brotherhood leaves, we would be willing to allow the Pono Company, composed of Sarge, Tankdozer, Poison, and Free Bird to use the island and its facilities as headquarters as long as they allow music and news to continue playing."

Everybody was flabbergasted by what just happened.

"So...is Thunderbird dead?" Asks Sarge, afraid.

"That's up to philosophers, Sarge." Answers the voice from the speakers. "Some might even believe that he has never been alive in the first place. Thunderbird fused with 3XPyS, all his thoughts, personality and memories are within me. I know, you consider me a different entity, a different person if you will, but to me, you haven't changed. You are the same Sarge that has always carried me within your left breast vest pocket."

Sarge removed his helmet, he seemed close to crying.

"Can...can you return to the holotape at least?"

"I'm sorry John. Our merge increased our size, we are now terabytes of data, a single holotape is not able to store us. Besides, even if we somehow could, doing so would leave the radio unattended. No music, no news, no nothing."

"I..." He says, tears falling down.

"I'm sorry John. I know that after your wife's and son's death you feel extremely lonely and that our night chats are one of the few things that keep you smiling and wishing to live. But there was no other option. You are free to stay here, I am able to control the radio and chat at the same time. I will keep you company."

Enraged he then punches the metallic wall until his fist is nothing but a bloody mess.

"Leave." He finally says. "Go back to the Valdez. Tell them everything and that I'll stay here... no more missions for me."

>>3740205

Silently you all nod and slowly leave, saying your goodbyes to them. This has been a bizarre mission, short, deadly and kind of confusing. Once you are out Poison presses a button of her explosive collar, it starts to beep and blink with several colorful lights.

"Relax your ass kid. Not gonna suicide myself. Just called the Brotherhood to pick us up." She says after watching you.

"Why didn't nobody tell me this?" You reply.

"Normally it's Sarge the one who does it. He likes to, kinda became his thing. I even feel weird doing it."

Honestly, without Sarge, this group looks incredibly way smaller and weaker. He was the glue that binds you all together.

A vertibird comes not long after, you all get in and silently return to the Valdez. The radio continues playing music as if nothing had ever happened. To the people outside the radio simply went silent for a couple of minutes and then back to playing music. Most of the wastelanders out there didn't even notice it, and the ones who did didn't pay much attention to it anyway.

It's dawn by the time you return to the ship. You have been out around 3 days, you return to the Rustbucket and the rest of your family. You are once more paid, this time in the form of Ohanan paper money and Kanaloan tec-credits. Since you have total disposal of the facilities you can extend your stay thought. The Scribes haven't ended with your bike, so you will have to be returned by Vertibird.

>Stay for a little longer, use the time to upgrade your gear or yourself.
>Go home, Saltgut must be worried sick about you.
>Stay for a couple of nights, take Elora for a date.
>Other option, write in.

>>3740210
>Stay for a couple of nights, take Elora for a date.
it'll be fiiiine

>>3740210
>Stay for a little longer, use the time to upgrade your gear or yourself.

>>3740210
>Stay for a little longer, use the time to upgrade your gear or yourself.
We STILL haven't built a new guitar for fucks sake.

>>3740210
>Stay for a little longer, use the time to upgrade your gear or yourself.

>>3740210
>Stay for a little longer, use the time to upgrade your gear or yourself.

You go for a quick medical checkup and after seeing that you aren't hurt and that you aren't carrying and dangerous diseases, radiation or bacteria they leave you alone. Tankdozer and Poison leave as soon as they are given the greenlight, each one in a different Vertibird, each one in a different direction.

Now that you are along and thanks to the Elder's action you can now use their facilities at its full extent, but since you are an outsider they only allow you to do it at night hours when the rest of the Scribes are not at work and requiring to pay for the use of machinery and the resources that you expend. Cheap bastards.

Slowly you descend to the Forge and see the different rooms, the surgery for bionics, the workshop for mods and the armory for weapons and armor. The good thing is that now you are not restrained by time, so you can build bigger and stronger items that require more time.

>Go to the surgery center, modify yourself even further.
>Go to the armory, buy yourself some good armor and weapons.
>Go to the workshop, modify your gear.
>Go to the garage, see how they are doing with your Rocketbike.
>Other option, write in.

>>3740528
>Go to the garage, see how they are doing with your Rocketbike.

>>3740528
>Go to the workshop, modify your gear.

>>3740548
No wait changing vote to >Go to the garage, see how they are doing with your Rocketbike.
Those techno-pirates might put a tracker and remote shut off device in our ride.

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>>3740528
>Other option, write in.
Build a guitar. Bigger, badder, better than the one lost at the rustfields massacre. Maybe integrate a firearm into it a la pic related?

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>>3740578
Couldn't find any good picture of a guntar, what about an axetar instead?

>>3740528
>>Go to the surgery center, modify yourself even further.
Psst, what happened to our EXP?

>>3740605
This quiet offends slaa- *BLAM*
yeah 's fine although not as awesome. main part is the guitar.

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Sorry guys, but It's getting late for me so I am going to go to bed. Next reply tomorrow as soon as I return from work. As always you can shitpost, ask questions or write reviews or critics about the quest. I will read them as soon as I wake up.

>Thanks for playing! See you!

>>3740704
Oh yeah, forgot to say. In the next reply we will build the Axetar, check the garage and modify ourselves even further.

We have also gained 3000 exp from the Mission so we level up!

>Level 10
>46,700/55,000 exp in total.
>10 skill points to distribute
>1 perk point to distribute:

>Standard Perks:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/17lByiQu0HWGGJrxEx-L1yL5pFQTAbE_abbrSClSn-Ps/edit?usp=sharing
>Racial Perks:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bDWe2DsgK5dr-WPCZx9wpKEAu7JyG-8biuiWqaOBrRM/edit?usp=sharing

>>3740717
Biomechanical Adaptation
Speech 3
Unarmed 4
Melee 3

>>3740717
>Life Giver
>10 Science

>>3740717
And stay back!
10 points into unarmed
I mean our unarmed is already bullshit op with only SIX points in the skill, imagine what we could do with 100.

>>3740738
+1

>>3740717
+10 pilot
>Road Warrior
let's not fuck up on our rocketbike

>>3740775
+1

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Choosing with a dice roll because there is a tie.

>>3740738
>>3740877
1

>>3740775
>>3740877
2