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Water Chip? Been There, Done That
"And what are you doing here in the middle of nowhere?" Courier asked as he looked at the skeleton, wearing a Vault suit with a number thirteen on it. The suit was old and withered just as the skeleton, which made the courier think just how old it was. Brushing the thought aside, he crouched and checked the pockets of the suit.
Just as he expected, it was empty, leaving just the fabric. Sighing, he stood up and looked around. Everywhere he looked was a sea of sand, its' dust swirling around him. It threatened to fill one of the many pockets of his leather duster with an old world's flag painted on its' back. Luckily for the man, his face was being protected by a set of breathing mask, authority glasses and a desperado cowboy hat, making it easier to handle.
He was about to move when suddenly a bolt of plasma hit him right in the back, causing him to roll forward, while hissing under his breath. He quickly changed into his trusty Elite Riot Gear set, drew Elijah's advanced LAER before he turned around towards his assaulter. The stranger wore a set of an onyx coloured power armour, mildly similar to that of an Enclave, although for whatever reason the helmet reminded him of a pig of some description.
He was about to fire, when the stranger lowered his weapon and said, “You there, what do you think you are doing? I have spotted this skeleton first, therefore I am the one that has got the right to take its' entire equipment.”
“Oh boy, aren't you nice? Hate to burst your bubble, but this guy over here has already been picked clean. Most likely quite a while ago.”
“Is that so? Why I don't believe you?”
“Have you even looked at it? This guy is at least several years old, it makes sense somebody came here before any of us.”
“Nonsense, post apocalyptic world is full of stuff, two hundred year old skeletons are not exception. Now, because you took what he had just had I want a compensation equal to two thousand caps.”
“And you expect me to give it to you just like that? What is stopping me from just killing you right here and now?”
“I have got the most advanced power armour in the wasteland, which is Hellfire power armour and enough weaponry to outfit the army. Does this sound convincing to you?”
“Oh really? Then take a look at that,” the courier said and materialized advanced power armour mark 1.5 . It was based on the original power armour, made by the enclave but modified with the technology of the Big Mountain. It wasn't mark 2 advanced power armour, but it was pretty close. (XW Enclave Rework by Dae, http://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/44490/?)
“Am I supposed to be impressed? If so, then you need something better than an obsolete power armour. Besides, I have killed dozens of Enclave Soldiers by myself, one more will not make a difference.”
“I am really starting to hate your guts, you know? Anyway, how about we...” courier managed to say before an object flew through the air and landed between the duo. Recognizing the object, the courier shielded his eyes before the flash-bang exploded.
The Lone wanderer roared as he held his hands to his helmet, while cursing under his breath. The courier turned towards the one responsible for the grenade and raised his eyebrows. In front of him stood a soldier with a Bozar in his/her hands, covered in mark 2 advanced power armour. Courier's gaze focused on the newcomer as he scanned him/her with one of his implants. Holy hell, that guy is strong. Threat level: High, I'd better be careful. Wait a second, no, It can't be! Sweat appeared on the man's forehead as he took a step back and then another. If this is, who I think it is, then we are royally screwed.
“What the hell was that supposed to be?!” Lone Wanderer asked as he turned towards the newcomer. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? It seems like another Enclave Sum doesn't know his place. You there, give me all your stuff and I will make our death a bit less painful.”
“You idiot! Have you got any idea, who is standing before us?!” courier yelled before the newcomer turned towards him. He gulped as he stared at the visor of the deadliest being to ever walk the wasteland.
The newcomer turned towards Lone Wanderer and asked, his/her gender masked by the helmet, “Tell me, kid. Why should I do that?”
“You obviously have not heard of the Lone Wanderer if you ask such question. I am the scourge of the Enclave, saviour of the Capital Wasteland and...” Lone Wanderer said before a burst of shoots from Bozar tore through his skull, blowing the entire body apart.
“Much better. You there, where did you get that armour?”
“I, well… I created it based on the Enclave Power Armour mark one.”
“Is that so? I find it hard to believe, but I will give you a benefit of doubt. In any event, judging by your reaction, I presume that you know who I am?”
“You are the chosen one, the one who killed Frank Horrigan and destroyed the Enclave.”
“Hmm… who would have thought, I did not expect someone as knowledgeable as you. You have got my curiosity.”
“Thanks…, I guess? So what are you going to do now? Kill me?”
“Why would I do that? You have done nothing to get on my bad side, therefore I have got no reason to fight you.”
“Oh thank god. I was worried there for a second. Still, could I ask a question and a favour at the same time?”
“Let's hear it.”
“I know it will sound weird, but will you duel with me? I want to know, if the legends were true.”
“That is all right with me. Well then, shall we begin?” the chosen one asked before he/she started off with a burst from Bozar.
The courier answered with the LAER before he activated his kinetic implants, took all ten doses of implant GRX and followed it all by a dose of Slasher, Med-X and Battle Brew. When the shoots finally connected, he winced when third of his entire health was lost just to that barrage. On the other side, his LAER did nothing to the armour of his opponent. The man quickly drew Red Glare and sent a barrage of rockets his opponent.
The Chosen One didn't wait as he/she aimed the rifle at the rockets and blew them up in the mid-air. The explosion that occurred next shuffled the sand, obscuring the view. Suddenly the courier appeared out of thin air behind the chosen one and swung Oh Baby at him/her, sending him/her flying. The Chosen One rolled on the ground before he/she fired the Tesla Rifle.
The blast hit the courier right in the chest, shocking him and making him stagger. Then the blast was followed by a burst from Bozar, which tore through his helmet like it was nothing. And before he could react a plasma grenade exploded under his feet before being tackled to the ground. When he looked up the first thing he noticed was a gun barrel aiming at his forehead.
“I guess, this is where my luck runs out,” the courier said, smiled and closed his eyes.
A loud bang could be heard across the wasteland and then there was silence. The seconds passed, but for whatever reason the courier could still feel his body. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed that the Chosen One was scavenging through the stuff of the other guy. On his left was a big hole in the sand, which made the courier sigh in relief.
He slowly got onto his feet and asked, “Why?”
“You asked for a duel, I gave you one. If you asked for a deathbattle or attacked me, then you would have been dead by now.”
“I suppose, although I am a bit surprised. Still, are you really the Chosen One?”
“If you don't believe me, I can show you 300% skills, does that sound convincing?”
“No, I believe you. Well, at least I lost to a legend. In this case a loser, should pay for winner's drinks.”
“I won't say no to that. Be warned though, nobody managed to beat me in drinking contest ever.”
“What do you say? I can say the same about myself, so how about it we settle this in one?”
“You are on,” the Chosen One said, before the duo departed towards the unknown.
The End
Just as he expected, it was empty, leaving just the fabric. Sighing, he stood up and looked around. Everywhere he looked was a sea of sand, its' dust swirling around him. It threatened to fill one of the many pockets of his leather duster with an old world's flag painted on its' back. Luckily for the man, his face was being protected by a set of breathing mask, authority glasses and a desperado cowboy hat, making it easier to handle.
He was about to move when suddenly a bolt of plasma hit him right in the back, causing him to roll forward, while hissing under his breath. He quickly changed into his trusty Elite Riot Gear set, drew Elijah's advanced LAER before he turned around towards his assaulter. The stranger wore a set of an onyx coloured power armour, mildly similar to that of an Enclave, although for whatever reason the helmet reminded him of a pig of some description.
He was about to fire, when the stranger lowered his weapon and said, “You there, what do you think you are doing? I have spotted this skeleton first, therefore I am the one that has got the right to take its' entire equipment.”
“Oh boy, aren't you nice? Hate to burst your bubble, but this guy over here has already been picked clean. Most likely quite a while ago.”
“Is that so? Why I don't believe you?”
“Have you even looked at it? This guy is at least several years old, it makes sense somebody came here before any of us.”
“Nonsense, post apocalyptic world is full of stuff, two hundred year old skeletons are not exception. Now, because you took what he had just had I want a compensation equal to two thousand caps.”
“And you expect me to give it to you just like that? What is stopping me from just killing you right here and now?”
“I have got the most advanced power armour in the wasteland, which is Hellfire power armour and enough weaponry to outfit the army. Does this sound convincing to you?”
“Oh really? Then take a look at that,” the courier said and materialized advanced power armour mark 1.5 . It was based on the original power armour, made by the enclave but modified with the technology of the Big Mountain. It wasn't mark 2 advanced power armour, but it was pretty close. (XW Enclave Rework by Dae, http://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/44490/?)
“Am I supposed to be impressed? If so, then you need something better than an obsolete power armour. Besides, I have killed dozens of Enclave Soldiers by myself, one more will not make a difference.”
“I am really starting to hate your guts, you know? Anyway, how about we...” courier managed to say before an object flew through the air and landed between the duo. Recognizing the object, the courier shielded his eyes before the flash-bang exploded.
The Lone wanderer roared as he held his hands to his helmet, while cursing under his breath. The courier turned towards the one responsible for the grenade and raised his eyebrows. In front of him stood a soldier with a Bozar in his/her hands, covered in mark 2 advanced power armour. Courier's gaze focused on the newcomer as he scanned him/her with one of his implants. Holy hell, that guy is strong. Threat level: High, I'd better be careful. Wait a second, no, It can't be! Sweat appeared on the man's forehead as he took a step back and then another. If this is, who I think it is, then we are royally screwed.
“What the hell was that supposed to be?!” Lone Wanderer asked as he turned towards the newcomer. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? It seems like another Enclave Sum doesn't know his place. You there, give me all your stuff and I will make our death a bit less painful.”
“You idiot! Have you got any idea, who is standing before us?!” courier yelled before the newcomer turned towards him. He gulped as he stared at the visor of the deadliest being to ever walk the wasteland.
The newcomer turned towards Lone Wanderer and asked, his/her gender masked by the helmet, “Tell me, kid. Why should I do that?”
“You obviously have not heard of the Lone Wanderer if you ask such question. I am the scourge of the Enclave, saviour of the Capital Wasteland and...” Lone Wanderer said before a burst of shoots from Bozar tore through his skull, blowing the entire body apart.
“Much better. You there, where did you get that armour?”
“I, well… I created it based on the Enclave Power Armour mark one.”
“Is that so? I find it hard to believe, but I will give you a benefit of doubt. In any event, judging by your reaction, I presume that you know who I am?”
“You are the chosen one, the one who killed Frank Horrigan and destroyed the Enclave.”
“Hmm… who would have thought, I did not expect someone as knowledgeable as you. You have got my curiosity.”
“Thanks…, I guess? So what are you going to do now? Kill me?”
“Why would I do that? You have done nothing to get on my bad side, therefore I have got no reason to fight you.”
“Oh thank god. I was worried there for a second. Still, could I ask a question and a favour at the same time?”
“Let's hear it.”
“I know it will sound weird, but will you duel with me? I want to know, if the legends were true.”
“That is all right with me. Well then, shall we begin?” the chosen one asked before he/she started off with a burst from Bozar.
The courier answered with the LAER before he activated his kinetic implants, took all ten doses of implant GRX and followed it all by a dose of Slasher, Med-X and Battle Brew. When the shoots finally connected, he winced when third of his entire health was lost just to that barrage. On the other side, his LAER did nothing to the armour of his opponent. The man quickly drew Red Glare and sent a barrage of rockets his opponent.
The Chosen One didn't wait as he/she aimed the rifle at the rockets and blew them up in the mid-air. The explosion that occurred next shuffled the sand, obscuring the view. Suddenly the courier appeared out of thin air behind the chosen one and swung Oh Baby at him/her, sending him/her flying. The Chosen One rolled on the ground before he/she fired the Tesla Rifle.
The blast hit the courier right in the chest, shocking him and making him stagger. Then the blast was followed by a burst from Bozar, which tore through his helmet like it was nothing. And before he could react a plasma grenade exploded under his feet before being tackled to the ground. When he looked up the first thing he noticed was a gun barrel aiming at his forehead.
“I guess, this is where my luck runs out,” the courier said, smiled and closed his eyes.
A loud bang could be heard across the wasteland and then there was silence. The seconds passed, but for whatever reason the courier could still feel his body. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed that the Chosen One was scavenging through the stuff of the other guy. On his left was a big hole in the sand, which made the courier sigh in relief.
He slowly got onto his feet and asked, “Why?”
“You asked for a duel, I gave you one. If you asked for a deathbattle or attacked me, then you would have been dead by now.”
“I suppose, although I am a bit surprised. Still, are you really the Chosen One?”
“If you don't believe me, I can show you 300% skills, does that sound convincing?”
“No, I believe you. Well, at least I lost to a legend. In this case a loser, should pay for winner's drinks.”
“I won't say no to that. Be warned though, nobody managed to beat me in drinking contest ever.”
“What do you say? I can say the same about myself, so how about it we settle this in one?”
“You are on,” the Chosen One said, before the duo departed towards the unknown.
The End
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