At Least the Stars Remain
Sunderlan Journal - Holotape #1
It's been a while since I left Megaton. Haven't felt like doing much of anything, decided to start keeping a journal. Dad's gone. All that's left of him is his precious Project Purity, which almost died with him. I estimate I won't be long in emulating his fate.
After the Jefferson ordeal, I was tasked by the Brotherhood to find Vault 87 for something called the Garden of Eden Creation Kit. Whatever, another deal another dollar. I found my way into Little Lamplight first and made acquaintance with the children who inhabit the caves. Even with all my child psych training I may never find out how they keep the place populated. Do people just leave babies on their doorstep?
Just as I got there, some kid named Sticky was celebrating his 16th birthday. With his party hat still on, they kicked him out and he begged me to escort him to Big Town. I told him it'd cost him and he said his girl would pay me when we got there. The boy couldn't lie to save his life, which is why I decided he needed all the help he could get.
On the way I taught him a few things. How scrap metal bits are the staples holding the wasteland together, how no one will trust you just because your face is kind. I sniped six or seven raiders without any of them noticing, and I hope Sticky was paying attention. He did pretty well not blowing my cover, though I knew he was itching to use the heat I gave him when we left the cavern: a combat shotgun with 200 rounds and a nearly useless laser rifle with about 50 rounds. I have so much to spare I didn't mind when he "forgot" to give them back.
Of course there was no payment to collect when we finally got to Big Town. Sometimes I think I speak the merc language as a formality only. Seeing Bittercup, though... That was almost reward enough.
It's been a while since I left Megaton. Haven't felt like doing much of anything, decided to start keeping a journal. Dad's gone. All that's left of him is his precious Project Purity, which almost died with him. I estimate I won't be long in emulating his fate.
After the Jefferson ordeal, I was tasked by the Brotherhood to find Vault 87 for something called the Garden of Eden Creation Kit. Whatever, another deal another dollar. I found my way into Little Lamplight first and made acquaintance with the children who inhabit the caves. Even with all my child psych training I may never find out how they keep the place populated. Do people just leave babies on their doorstep?
Just as I got there, some kid named Sticky was celebrating his 16th birthday. With his party hat still on, they kicked him out and he begged me to escort him to Big Town. I told him it'd cost him and he said his girl would pay me when we got there. The boy couldn't lie to save his life, which is why I decided he needed all the help he could get.
On the way I taught him a few things. How scrap metal bits are the staples holding the wasteland together, how no one will trust you just because your face is kind. I sniped six or seven raiders without any of them noticing, and I hope Sticky was paying attention. He did pretty well not blowing my cover, though I knew he was itching to use the heat I gave him when we left the cavern: a combat shotgun with 200 rounds and a nearly useless laser rifle with about 50 rounds. I have so much to spare I didn't mind when he "forgot" to give them back.
Of course there was no payment to collect when we finally got to Big Town. Sometimes I think I speak the merc language as a formality only. Seeing Bittercup, though... That was almost reward enough.