New Vegas: Blood Ties

Pawnsy grabbed Brad's arm and started feeling for a vein, after finding it he injected the anti-venom with practiced efficiency. "Don't expect it to work instantly since it's homemade from Midas, but you won't die" He hoped no one else got stung that was the last actual anti venom he had, and if he wanted to make more Midas would have to be sick for a few days from the process.
 
Brad picked up Sarge and sat down. He placed the dog right next to him and started petting him. He'd like to relax with his new companion while the antivenom kicked in, but he knew that wasn't going to happen.
 
"I hate to be the crier of doom and gloom but I wouldn't get to comfortable there Brad. We're probably pretty damn close to fiend territory if that dog's any indication." Jacob pointed an accusatory finger at the puppy. "I doubt it could have survived in these mountains without human assistance, if you can call fiends human." Jacob shrugged his shoulders at his last remark. He looked over at GU-DR and groaned, the robot had a scorpion tail hanging off it. From what he could gather the stinger was holding it on the robots armor. "Oh for the love of God.". At this he went off to try and do some repairs on his robot before something that could actually do some serious damage showed up.
"Sir, I have been poisoned, tell mama I did my best"
"You're a robot."
"Put me in a box, and ship me home."
"You're a robot!"
"Those commie bastards hit me with a poi-"Jacob hit GU-DR with his crowbar in annoyance.
"You're a goddamn robot!" Jacob screamed. He yanked the tail off of the robot and checked for the poison gland, it had popped. He tossed the tail away in disgust. He reached inside of the robot and fished out a fission battery, a few wires, a makeshift welding torch, and some scrap metal. He made his assembly and began to weld the metal onto the robot.
"Robot first aid" Jacob mumbled.
 
Pawnsy chuckled at Jacob's conversation with his robot. He checked Midas to see if Yaz touched his gold,he trusted this group but he couldn't take any chances. Thankfully the bag didn't look opened just as he thought. "These fiends, how bad are we talking? I've dealt with many raiders, but how the locals talk about these guys they don't sound like regular Joe raider, they sound morel like animals."
 
Yasmin giggled watching Jacob argue with his bot. Machines were so dramatic.

''He's right, we're almost there. If we use that ridge, crevas, path thing, we should be able to get up the top. That's were their base has got to be from the looks of my pipboy.'' she slung her sniper on her shoulder with the rest of her gear. ''So if you aren't fixing something, move your ass. And watch out near the scorpion corpses. They might not all be dead.''
 
Tom looked at Pawnsy, "Any good survivalist would know that to make a good anti-venom serum you use the poison gland of the same species of the radscorpion that stung the poor bugger, and some nightstalker blood", Tom looked down at the puppy,b then crouched down to stroke it's fur, while stroking he examined the skin under the fur, "Weird this puppy has been out in the Mojave by himself possibly for several days and nights, and yet it has received no wounds".
 
David looked at the puppy and said,"Has nobody stopped to think that seeing as we are near a fiend base, that it might be a fiend dog? Maybe a puppy of it ones of its hound? It could be a sign we are close to the base."
 
Yasmin looked over her shoulder as she kept walking towards the passage up the rocks. ''You know what is another sign that we're close? The location of the base on my pipboy telling us we're close.''
 
"I'm sorry, most of us don't have 200 year old technology. There used to be a time when you had to use an actual map to find your way."
David kept on the lookout for any more things that might attack them.
 
Nevest didn't make much of a fuss about Yasmin's Pip-Boy, they were never a main concern of the Brotherhood seeing as how they couldn't fire lasers or spit lobs of plasma... as far as they know, anyway.

Nevest entered the conversation, directing himself toward Yasmin, "RobCo Pip-Boys were standard issue to vaults inhabitants, but you do not appear to be a dweller. Is that correct? And if so, where did you obtain it?"
 
Yasmin shrugged. ''Dead vault dweller. He wasn't using it any more, so I took his arm and found somebody who could put it on me. I considered selling it until I found out how useful it is.''
 
Pawnsy kept up with the group while checking the radscorpion bodies if they were dead and for poison glands. "Well Mr Tom there's one big problem, I haven't seen a nightstalker in my life. My way to make antivenom is to dilute it in some water, inject Midas with a small amount of it, then use a syringe to get the antivenom. But if you can find me one of these 'nightstalkers' I'll be sure to get every drop of blood out of it."
 
Yasmin shuddered. ''Just when I thought being a brahmin couldn't be any worse... Are you sure that's safe? What if instead of producing anti-venom he got infected and anything you took out of him was tainted with pus? That could be just as bad as the venom. It's dead tissue and bacteria from another creature.''
 
Brad looked at where he was pricked with the needle. What the fuck did he just get injected with?
 
Jacob stepped back from GU-DR and removed his shades, blinking the spots from the torch from his eyes. The metal was in place, and would work as armor well enough until some more time was available for thorough repairs.
"GU-DR, run armor diagnostic program on all outer plating, and report any anomalies." A humming noise came from the robot, a few seconds later it responded in an unusually calm voice, lacking any patriotic fervor.
"Diagnostic shows armor rupture on lower hemisphere, diagnostic of replacement armor in progress. Diagnostic complete, armor replacement is suitable for all onboard systems. Combat unit Mister Gutsy, designation GU-DR is suitable for all combat situations. Loading soldier personality."
"Great." Jacob said with exasperation.
"GU-DR is ready for duty SIR! Let's make those commie bastards pay for wounding this American citizen!"
"For God's sake you're a rob- ah forget it."
"Aye aye sir! Previous statement deleted from memory circuits."
"Just keep an eye out for hostiles." GU-DR gave a little salute and extended it's other two eyes and began to scan the area, spinning slowly in place. "Anyway, I suggest we move ASAP, the fiends are bound to have heard the shouting and gunfire and will be checking it out. My suggestion is we AREN'T here when they are."
 
Tom looked over to Yasmin, with delight in his face, "The fiend base, huh? Let's see how those hapless drugged sons of bitches feel when we kill their families, i've heard far too many stories of what these raider bastards have done, although I doubt they of all people wouldn't give two shits if they saw their family dying on the floor".

Tom looked to the floor, then the tally marks scratched into his hunting rifle, they numbered 93, "Hopefully i'll be able to add more markings to my rifle", Tom loaded his rifle, "All raiders deserve to die, at least if I do it, I get a sense of satisfaction".
 
David said to Tom,"They won't have families. They aren't the Khans. And thats going too far. Even if they had families, killing them won't prove anything except your a raider, just not as noticeable. I've avoided killing any civillians in the past."
Had he? David had always thought he was different from his fellow enclave members, but he hadn't talked about it. Now that he had, he felt a small feeling of doubt, enough to make him feel worried for himself. Everytime he tried to think about it, he couldn't remember anything involving civillians.
 
"I understand eye for an eye, often isn't the best response, but sometimes, leaving your enemy without an eye is good for your friends who still have eyes", Tom looked at hi8s feet as trailed dust.
 
Brad picked up the puppy and dropped him back into the duffle bag. He then checked his weapons.
10mm Pistol with laser sight. In holster.
Combat Knife. In sheath.
Cowboy Repeater. In arms.
Now that the antivenom kicked in, he was ready.

"Before we head out, does anyone know a safe place where I can put my bag?"

He zipped it up, but left an airhole for Sarge.
 
"Hurting a man to protect your loved ones is ok in some circumstances, but I doubt that persons family fall into the same category, as you were just thinking of killing."
 
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