![]() ![]() “Gimma a few,” she says, finishing up her food and downing the last of her Nuka-Cola. “I’D LIKE TO GET THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, WHEN CAN YOU BE READY?” I underestimated her when I tried killing her at the arena, I shouldn’t do so again. Knew enough about the value of weaponry to know when KL-E-0 was ripping us off and knows the lay of the land. Chem addiction and shit personality aside, she’s got wits. I’m a little surprised at Cait… but really shouldn’t be. “I figure you’re inna real hurry to get wherever it is your goin’.” “So, when are we movin’ out?” Cait asks between bites of her meal. That’s now how clothes are washed… but maybe Cait likes smelling like beer instead of smelling like blood and sweat? I guess I would too. “Next bottle of booze I find and I’m givin’ my clothes a nice rinse.” “Shame I have to ruin that shower by getting’ into these stinkin’ clothes,” she said, making a face as she sniffed one of her gloves. “WHAT’S WRONG?” I ask, noting the sour look on her face. If worse comes to worse, it will be Cait’s severance pay.Ĭait comes back out of the shower, clothing and armor on, gun in hand. We’re left with 298 caps across two cans. Cait also lucked out and raided the raider’s medical supplies at the combat zone, so she has at least 6 stimpaks on her. I quickly count all the 50 cal Cait bought. I head back to our bag of supplies, fishing out the few fusion cells we’d scavenged off Stratton or purchased at Kill or Be Killed. “Alright,” she yells, hitting the wall on her side. “CAIT,” I yell, pounding along the wall that I know connects to the restroom. She heads off, probably back down to the kitchens to get some other guest’s meal. She hands me Cait’s meal in a repeat of night and I flash her a smile. It’s the same woman, though now that I am paying attention I realize she must be in her late teens. “COMING,” I answer, slowly opening the door. “Room service,” someone calls with a knock on our door. It’s pretty damn cool how the people are adapting to the wasteland. Or onto the reprogrammed Protectrons or Mr. Tactical rigging for robots! KL-E-0 must stock these for… some reason? I suppose some people might use these to stick ammo pouches and the like to their so-called “metal armor”. It looks as if Cait had bought several bandoliers and tactical rigging. Worst estimate, the trip will take the entire day. Super mutants, old malfunctioning US Armed Forces military robots and some raider groups are too much for us to handle. ![]() And while I would love to pretend that we can overcome every hostile in the Commonwealth, we might just have to avoid some neighborhoods entirely. If the food is served soon then we’ll be within the righteous embrace of the Mechanist well before 10 AM.Īt worst, one of the tunnels will be blocked – either by debris or hostiles. Average human walking speed being about 3.1 mph means that our crossing won’t be long. #Automatrons falling off prydwyn full#Say we take a full hour to ready ourselves – Cait has to shower, eat and probably use the restroom. The RobCo Sales & Service Center located at Eagle Hill is a mere 3.7 kilometers away. Standing up, I figure I might as well make myself useful and start organizing our supplies and planning our trek. “SURE,” I respond absent mindedly as she heads back into the restroom. “Food come yet?” Cait asks as she stands and stretches, “Give a holler if it does, I’m takin’ another shower.” I gave that one up real quick though – I only felt shame and embarrassment whenever I dove into those. When I reviewed them, same as I did all the other memories, I tried patching it together. The sight of her in a bathrobe and on a bed triggered two error logs last night, two memories. “Oh, right,” she mutters as her eyes land on me. I turn and I see Cait stirring in her sleep, her sleep addled eyes fluttering open before closing again. I don’t even remember what state or commonwealth I lived in.īut if I try hard, and I’ve been trying hard for hours now, I can barely remember a bit of my family. Or even where the kitchen was in relation to everything else in our home. I remember their names… but not what they look like. Listening to the radio and watching TV, playing Atomic Command on the family computer.īut these are all simple things to remember, details that fill in the context of the memory. Me and my brother were at home, I guess we were on vacation, just messing around. ![]() #Automatrons falling off prydwyn how to#No one knew how to cook aside from simple things, so my dad stocked up on quick microwave dinners. The error log is just a snapshot of a bigger moment my mom had gone on a trip back to Mexico – getting the visa and approval had been a bitch and a half - leaving me, my brother and dad to fend for ourselves for three weeks. I’ve been at this for hours now, but this memory is the one that I love the most. ![]()
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