A Courier Aid

Chapter 8: Singing an old nostalgia song.

(Meddler)

Ah God...My fucking head, ugh it feels like a Deathclaw just pound my head in it’s mating season and on the other side is it’s bitch getting ride on. Fuck, my head is killing me, sometime I wish that I didn’t get my brain back in my head. Okay time to open the eyes.

My eye slowly open as the light burns them temporary.

AH FUCK! MY EYES BURN! FUCKING LIGHT! UGH, FUCK!

After blinking them my eyes are getting use to the light as my head slowly raise up to see the blanket off on my bed, my armor off, and the door shut. My head slowly moves to the left to check the time of my Pimp-Boy, and it said around eleven fifteen, a small groan came from my mouth as my headache came on again. “Ah fuck. Okay dude, get the fuck up, otherwise they might get in and make my headache worse.” After talking to myself my body slowly gets up from the bed bit by bit.

My eyes search around for my armor, and after a few attempts of getting it on while trying to survive the war within my head of headaches I finally suit up and attempt to walk to the door, before falling down on my face. “OW! Fucking floor!” My voice shouts, until my hands cling my head from the loudness of my voice.

“Oh fuck, okay, next time whisper shout Meddler, because that fucking hurt my ears.” I whisper to myself, my body slowly raise up as my head try to remember where I place that fucking cane, forgot what the hell it’s name is, but all that my brain remember is that it came from the fancy place I visit.

After countless search of the weapon trunks, it has been obtain from the wardrobe, on the right side, the reason it been place there I have no fucking clue. What I do know is that my body have something to lean on, my body slowly pace toward the door to open as my eyes flinch from the light from outside the room.

My ears hear a conversation or some shit on my left, while another on the right, my left hand slowly cover my eyes as my right clench the cane handle, the hangover is slowly starting to make my head fucking worse by the minute I’m walking around.

Then it went worse as my body just got hit by something, which made me land on the ground on my right side, the thing cover around my left torso side, with it’s limb around my back and some of my front.

Then something began to nuzzling under my chin as my ears hear someone shouts. “Loyal! Why the hell did you just jump Meddler? I know you miss him and all but seriously girl, you should’ve just fucking waited until he was ready!” My mouth groan as my eyes clench as my give a small whimper.

“Boozy, please don’t shout, my mind can’t take anymore punishment from the pain, including my ears.” I plead to her as she came by me, her shadow covering my face as my eyes open to look down on the Changeling who is nuzzling me to the point of cuteness, and of pain for my side. But mostly cuteness.

“Hey Loyal? Can you please get off of me? I really want to stand again, you can nuzzle me all you want when I can sit down, okay?” She look at me and without a word she nod her head and went off. My body slowly went up as a groan of headache pain came from me. My head turn to the smell of food as my mouth opens.

“Who the fuck is cooking?” I ask.

Cass smile as she turn her head. “Believe it or not, it’s Gilda.” We both move toward the dining area. My head pop in to see Feathers cooking on the oven making meals and handing them to Psycho. She use her horn to set them on the table, my eyes turn to see Wavy and Boone eating and talking, Rex eating some food in his bowl, and ED-E just chilling.

But my eye’s return to Feathers with three words coming from my mouth.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Feathers stop cooking to turn her head to me, her eyes widen in surprise as she looks at me leaning on a cane. “Meddler? The fuck happen to you? You don’t usually have a cane with you? Did you break something?” Cass move by me as she give a small laugh and reply. “Yeah, his brain, took too much booze to the head and this is the after effects, having too much Moonshine is going to make you lean on stuff till the headaches are long gone.”

My eyes turn to glare at her. “Shut up Boozy, I still have this cane and can use it to hit you.” She chuckles as she walk away from me. “Sure Meddler, keep telling yourself you can still kick ass even after getting your ass drunk as hell.”

My finger flip her off as she turn and laughs waving her hand, my flipping finger went to my head as my mouth curse her. “Boozy, you’re a sadistic bitch.” My head move to see where I can sit my ass down, and thankfully there’s a spot at the table, my legs move to see the chair move by an glow, my eyes turn to see Psycho nodding her head to me as my head nod back.

My body moves to sit down as a sigh escape from me, then my lap became occupy by Loyal sitting down before me, wrapping her hooves around me and began to nuzzle me again. While Loyal show me how much she cares for me my head turn to Feathers. “So how in the name of all that is Wild have you manage to cook? Hell I didn’t even know you cook at all!”

She looks away as a small blush came on her face.

Why the hell is she blushing in the first place?

“Well, you see before I even came here I just learn the basic, since griffons need to know how to cook and all in case they travel all around.” She stop talking to flip something. “Eventually after being here and trying to find a way to cope with all shit going on, then one day I just thought ‘why not make a meal?’”

She stop as she place something in the pan. After moving the food in it she went on. “Anyway the first one to notice was Raul when he got back, he ask if he could try some food and I decided ‘why the hell not?’ and soon he told the others and I’ve been cooking more and more.”

“Uh huh, and why the hell didn’t I notice?” I ask, she took the food out and pass it to Psycho. Cass decide to answer for her. “Probably because you got too much stress on your head that you couldn’t notice at all.” My head nod from the response.

“Point, it’s true I’ve been trying to deal not only the shit around here, but from forces that will try to fuck with me if I don’t let my guard down, not to mention it’s been hard to notice you girls all the time while trying to keep an eye out from any danger.” I said.

“Which is why we can’t fully blame you on not checking up on us all the time.” told Psycho, the plate move before me on the table, my left hand gently move Loyal to see an Omelet. My eyes widen as my words slowly came out. “Is this, an Deathclaw Omelet?” I ask my head turn to see Feathers nodding her head.

“Yeah, I found the recipe and after a few tries I manage to get it right,” A fork move on the food as it stab down, before my hand could even move on it it moves as my eyes glare to Psycho. “Give me my fork Psycho.” She stick her tongue out to me. “Not until you promise us that you’ll be open more to us.”

My eyes slowly turn to Wavy as she try her best to not look at me. “Excuse me a moment Loyal.” I said as I move her off of me as my right hand grab the cane, move to Wavy and grab her suit as I move her with me, she try to struggle back, but my glare made her come with me. We move to the corner of the room as my voice whisper to her, the tone within my mouth is harsh as I try to keep my tone down.

“Wavy, what the fucking hell did you say to them all before I woke up? You better be straight with me Wavy, or I swear to God that I’ll stick a mini nuke straight up your ass and let it explode so all your bits get destroy on your end.”

She looks away as she quietly speaks to me. “We swear that we didn’t tell them the full story, we only said that what happen to you yesterday was something from your past, something that cause you to be vengeful toward the Legion.”

My eyes glare at her with anger full within them, a long breath escape from me as I whisper to her. “Wavy, I trust you with that tidbit information and you do this to me. I should slit your throat right now. Really I should.” She looks away as she moves her head to me as she reply back.

“We know, but sooner or later you have to say something to someone, otherwise you’ll never be back to your usual self ever again, you’ll just hold it all in until it’ll all explode again, and maybe this time it might be worse.”

My eyes close as another sigh escape from me. “Dammit Wavy, I hate this, but you’re right, you’re fucking right. Sooner or later I might have another episode, which is why I’m going to agree with you,” before she said anything my left finger point upwards.

“But at my own pace, without help from you, got it? You’re on a thin line here Wavy. Right now I trust you and will agree that I have to tell about it all, but not right now, not without your interference. If you so much as tell them a sentence I’m going to rip your wings off and use you as target practice. Got it?”

She nods her head of how serious I am.

“Good, now we are through being serious and shit we can finally get back eating.” My hand let go of her as my head being to pound to me again. “Arg, fuck. I fucking hate hangovers.”

“Allow us Meddler.” told Wavy as her horn glow, touch my head, and suddenly it went away. “Huh?” My eyes look to her. “How the fuck, oh wait, your magic. Damn that’s useful as hell.”

“Thankfully it’s not a high level, so it’s good to use once in a while.” said Wavy as we move back, my eyes look to her with an apology from me. “Sorry, it’s not easy for me to talk about myself sometime Wavy.”

Her head nod as she nuzzle me on the cheek, how the hell she manage to get the helmet not being hurtful during the rubbing is something I have to ask later.

We both move back to our spots, my eyes look to Psycho with a grin on her muzzle, a sigh went out from me as I simply said. “I’ll try my best, but no promises.” And with a moving of the fork back on the plate I begin eating.

My eyes look to see Loyal bringing a bottle water by my plate, my right hand tap her head and allow her to nuzzle it as my left use the fork to eat my food, after a few bites my eyes widen.

Damn, this is actually pretty good. I’ll admit it’s been a long time since I had anything this good. Wonder what she put in it?

***
(meddler)
Journal entry

Day: Two, week five.

It’s been a week since our newest ‘member’ came along with the rest. Punchy came by yesterday, thankfully she and Mad Doctor answer my plea to make something to fit for Umbra. Punchy ask me why and I only said that being around the new girl is making me slowly lose my patience.

They said they found something and manage to fit her, what they made, they didn’t say for some reason. And we all figure something out, a trick you can say with Loyal and Wavy helmet, we found a way to open the front parts to allow them to drink and eat food. It turns out quite helpful since they can have a conversation with us and eat without taking their helmets off all the damn time.

As for me telling my life, well I’m slowly getting better, I try to tell them some of the happier times of my life, sadly they become bitter quite shortly. Hopefully I can stop being a pussy and fucking tell them what’s on my plate.

Anyway the girls do their best to keep Umbra away from me the time being, but from what I hear Psycho and Umbra are butting heads together and Feathers try her best to calm the situation. But things are slowly getting worse, or from what I can tell, Boozy on the other hand help me gain some taxes from the casinos earlier and let me tell you I became surprise of how much I just got.

Still I should probably do something nice to the girls for putting up with me. And maybe find a,

Journal interrupt

***
(meddler)

The door slam opens as Feathers came in, eyes wide as a scare look is on her face. “Meddler! We need help! I’m trying to calm between those two but I’m losing their patience!” My legs get up as my Pre-war clothes moves on me with speed. “The fuck? Then why aren’t you staying near those two?” I ask.

She looks back while answering to me. “Nightmoon is stalling them until I get you over there,” she turn her head to me. “Come on!” she screech at me, my eyes flinch as hands rub my ears. “Damn Feathers, careful I only got a pair of ears on me Feathers.”

She look away with a ‘oops’ look on her face. “Sorry, I’m just nervous about what might happen if we don’t get you over there pronto.”

My shoulder shrug as I enter out of my room. “Don’t blame you Feathers, still it’s nice to see you being the calm of the group and trying to think of others.” While we both walk to the commotion my eyes glance to see her giving a small blush. “I don’t know what you mean dweeb!” A small chuckle escape from me.

“Don’t act like that, I seen the way you try to be the peacekeeper of the group.” I said as we hear the shouts getting louder in the bedrooms room. My hand open the door as my ears hear the talk between the, fuck am I looking at?

My eyes see Psycho with her Riot Shotgun pointing at Umbra, her mouth bare with her teeth clench, Wavy using her chainsaw between the two trying to calm things down. While Umbra is growling with her horn glowing, my eyes look on her bare form as I remember that her armor and cape on her went off during the second day.

There isn’t really a need for her to wear such things since they’re basically useless in here, only thing she manage to get is the chair floating by her with her magic.

Good thing that the girls talk me out of giving her a weapon yet, I’m still not at ease with her with that look she gave me all week, and is that what the hell I think it is? Why the fuck is she wearing that thing? I swear if Punchy did that to make a prank to me then I’m going to have a long chat with her.

My eyes look at the Lombomite mask and goggles on her, the entire thing been change to fit her head, and what’s more her ears are flatten, her hoof on her right move forward on the ground in a charge position. Wavy speaks to the two.

“Detest you two! There is nothing to argue about!” Speak out Wavy, the Riot Shotgun pump move as Psycho crack her neck. “Not until this whorse take back what she has spoken about me!” Umbra snarl at Psycho. “We will not say such things until you have given a formal apology with a whipping!”

My hand slap to my face as a long sigh escape from me, as my hand drop my eyes turn to Loyal who is hiding behind the beds, honestly I can’t blame her, this isn’t her fight. Sadly this is one of mine now.

How the hell did I came to this position? Back then it was just me shooting and running, becoming the greatest person to ever live. Now I’m babysitting girls who live in different worlds and can’t seem to get along for fucks unknown. God where did I go wrong?

My nose breath in as my voice shout. “HEY!” All at once they all look at me as my feet begin to move to the two, Wavy moves back with her chainsaw as she see me to try to talk some goddamn sense to the two.

“Alright, I don’t fucking care who started what, what I do want to know is how the hell did this all fucking started!” My head turn as my eyes look at them, their ears flat down as their horns glow disappear as their objects of use drop to the ground.

Psycho speak up first.

“She speaks about me being part of your harem! Not only me, but to the others as well!” My eyes turn Umbra as she looks at me. “But beings of power always have a harem! That is the nature of things, Solaire has a harem, so did his brother, even that Changeling King has one, full of stallions I might add, but nevertheless a harem! Why you don’t have a single one remains a mystery to me!”

A long sigh escape from me as I try with all of my might to not punch Umbra. “Maybe because I don’t want a fucking harem Umbra? Ever think of that?”

She steps back in shock.

“Not want a harem? You mean you have all these ladies around you and not once did you ever thought of a thing? They're standing right there! Waiting to be taken and be rut so hard that they,” A chair hitting her to the side interrupt her as we all look in surprise to see Psycho breathing hard with steam coming out of her nose.

“How the bloody hell is she doing that?” I mutter my sentence as my eyes see Umbra getting up, a strange green light fill the goggles as she snarl at her. That’s when my ‘Get the two mares away from each other, or you’ll pay for the damages’ sense kick in as my body moves between the two as my hand raise up to calm the two.

“Now, now. Perhaps you all are abit,” Umbra growl at me. My head turn with a disapproving look on me. “Did you just fucking growl at me?” I ask, and she move her hoof in the same position as before as she look at me.

“We first thought that you would be so great and dominate toward us, yet all we have seen so far is you talk and talk, we believe now is the time to change such thing and prove to us again that you are what you say you are.”

My finger point at myself as an angry look came my face. “Are you speaking to me in that tone bitch? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Wavy answer for her. “Meddler, she’s saying you’re a faker. And that she will fight you again to be the ‘dominate’ one.”

My nose breath in as it breathes out. “Umbra, that is not a good idea. People fight me for less,” A chair hit me as my body moves toward the wall as my back and the wall met each other, my body slides down as a wonderful chair just got ruin by a stupid mare.

“Look I’m trying to be nice here, how about you stop being a total bitch and just,” Her horn glow a dark green color with some black around it as she fire right on my Pimp-Boy, at first nothing happen, but when my eyes look on the screen it begins to short-circuit. The words begin to disappear and the whole thing begin to fry as small sparks came out of the thing.

At first my mind went to surprise to see my Pimp-Boy acting like this, finally it went black as it end it little trauma. Then something came up as I remember something.

Wait, I remember putting my ammo, caps, my supplies, and… OH FUCK MY ARMOR! MY WEAPONS!

My right hand search on my Pimp as my eyes search for anything at all, but then one sentence appear on it.

‘We’re sorry, all your things have disappear.’

Suddenly something snap in me, at first sadness of the loss of my things, then anger, wait anger isn’t the word that should be use. Rage, now that’s better. Not only I lost my things in my Pimp, but my Pimp-Boy can never work, that makes me stress, and bad things happen when I’m stress.

Finally my voice speak out.

“Loyal, can you get my Cattle Prod from my weapons trunk before the bed? And bring it to me?” My body slowly gets up as my neck crack. “Can you girls please assist me real quick?” My ears hear the buzzing of Loyal wings moving out of the room.

“With what?” ask Feathers.

“With me getting this bitch to understand the point I’m going to make.” My body moves as Umbra horns glow again, however she is hit by a hoof to the face by Psycho, which gives me time to put Umbra in a chokehold.

“Meddler! What are you doing?” speaks out Wavy. My fist hit Umbra face as my ears hear Loyal coming back in. “Something I should of done long ago, but been a pussy about it.” My hands grab her body as my arms hold her to me and thrown her out of the room.

My eyes turn to Loyal who’s holding the thing with her magic, my right hand grab it’s handle as my left pat her head. “Good girl.” I said with a smile, I move out of the room as my left hand grab Umbra right hind leg, my eyes turn to Boone as he look at me.

My eyes look down as he see me being this way, but my ears hear something else, and it isn't me being a hypocrite.

“It’s okay Meddler, Nightmoon told me what’s been going on, I know you don’t think it’s right but it’s got to be done.” My eyes look at him with a nod to me. A sigh escape from me as the dragging begins. “Thanks, you have no idea how much that means to me bud.”

Well at least I can somewhat sleep well tonight, knowing my pal won’t try to kill me about this whole thing.

Umbra start thrashing as she snarls and growls at me. My right side turn to hit her on the side when she makes a noise. “Shut it bitch!” My hand give a tight hold on her leg as I drag her to my room, thrown her in and shuts the door behind me, locking it and a long sigh went out from me.

“At first I thought waiting it out will be a good idea, when that didn’t work I decide to ignore it and try my best. that didn’t work as well, apparently I have no choice to be a bastard to you, to make you remember your fucking place whore.” I said as I move around her, she looks at me as she snarl and charge at me.

My hand let go of the Prod as my feet move back, my hands raise up as I use the trick that Ranger taught me long ago at Novac. My hands grab her on the shoulders as my arms move her back down on the ground on her left side, I use this opportunity of her shock to grab the Prod and slam it on her side with her yelping out in surprise.

She look up to me as my right hand slam the Prod on her flank, she groan from the shocking hit, and whimper, her ears flat as move on her back, revealing her belly to me.

“I don’t fucking think so cunt.” I said as slam it on her belly, she moan from the pain. “Get on your fucking right side again bitch, you don’t move without me ordering you. Now.” I told her as I made my point of hitting her again, this time on the chest.

She move to her side, her head move up to let her eyes look up to me. “Now then, you want to be fucking punish like the slut you are?” I ask, her head nods up and down as the Prod slam on her head on her left side.

A moan escape from her.

“Now then bitch, here’s what I’m going to do,” The Prod slam on her side again as she give out another moan. “I am going to beat you and make you beg for your ‘release’, then who knows? I never done this before, but I’m sure I’m going to make you pay for destroying my Pimp-Boy.”

***
(psycho)

We all hear the moans and sounds of beating within Meddlers room, they been at if for at least three hours. My head turn to Nightmoon as we are in the dining room all drinking Sunset Sarsaparilla, Gilda is currently on my left side, Loyal is sitting next on Nightmoon right side.

And Nightmoon is sitting before me at the table, Boone already left, we hear the sounds stop as we all turn our heads at the door as we all hear a door opening.

The sounds of shoes fill the hall as Meddler walks in with a tired look on him as he walks to the fridge, opening the fridge door to get some booze out and walks toward us, sitting on my right side as he open the top of the Whiskey bottle and is about to drink it.

Until the bottle glow as it’s yank out of his hand. Meddler glare at Nightmoon as her horn glow and the bottle float by her head. “Give me the damn bottle Wavy, I am not in the mood for shit today.”

“We know that you want to drink when you want to forget things but you must remember something, your Pimp-Boy, you should do something about it.” Meddler wave his hands up as he reply back to her. “Does it look like I know shit about Pre-war getting hit by magic shit? I may be smart but I don’t know shit when it comes to magic interacting technology, hell I’m lucky that it didn’t explode on my fucking arm!”

“Do you have a spare?” She ask, Meddler give a scoff. “Ha! Does it look like,” He then slap his head with his right as he remember something. “Fuck me with booze. Mack!” He went up as he left the dining room, we look at one another as we wonder what he’s doing.

We hear the elevator door open as it close, my head turn as my mouth open as I finish the strange drink, Gilda decide to speak. “So anyone have any idea what’s he planning?” Nightmoon reply back as she place the front of her helmet back on. “We assume he is planning to head out and need to find something to make him feel ‘safe’. And judging from the noise we believe that he is heading to his office place to find suitable gear.”

“But why?” I ask, she looks down to me. “Do you remember that spell I use on his Pimp-Boy?” My head nods to her question. “Well he keeps his important things in there, weapons, caps, and his armor that he wears all the time.” My eyes widen as my mouth open a bit. She nod her head as she went on.

“Yes, which is why he went to his office to find something to wear.” My head turn as my ears hear the elevator door opening. Footsteps move toward the door as we see Meddler in a strange…Outfit.

On his entire front is a worn cloth, with bags on his chest, a belt on his chest, with two more belts on his waist, worn pants and boots are on the lower part, yet there are knee guards on his knees.

Yet his coat is sleeveless, with nothing covering his head all except for a bandana. He walk by us as my eyes look to the back of his coat, a symbol of a two-head bear with a star above it.

NCR.

Meddler open the fridge as he takes out a bottle water and drink, my eyes look down to see a gun of sort on his side. My mind quickly thinks back on what it’s call.

A magnum. Hmm, never see that on his side before, must be special.

He notices us all looking at him and his outfit as he sighs and scratch his head with his right hand, his left is currently holding the water. “Alright, just bloody ask your damn questions. But can you at least get your weapons so we can leave to get a Pip-Boy?” he ask, until he notice the weapons laying by us already.

“Ah, well never mind.”

“So Meddler, what’s with the coat?” ask Gilda. Meddler gives a sigh out and finish his water. “I got this coat from a guy name Ulysses at the Divide.” My eyes raise up as my ears finally hear something about the untold story of the place. Before my mouth open to ask the unanswered questions in me he walks out.

“You better hurry, otherwise I might decide not to bring you all!” he said, a groan came from me as Nightmoon sighs, Gilda just shakes her head as Loyal give a confuse look. “We must be patient with him, it is like we said before that tale holds much to him and of the past within it. However he is right, we have to hurry.”

And with that we all move, but my eyes take a quick glance in Meddler room to see Umbra body on the bed, my eyes see some marks on her and her slow breathing, the elevator door opens as my investigations are cut short as my body turn and enter in the elevator.

However I did manage to ask one question.

“What did you do to Umbra?” He turn away with a sigh, and a small blush. “Well...Let just say I worn her out from all the activities of punishing her. And I’m leaving it as that.”

***
(Feathers)

“Godfucking dammit! Gah!” Meddler shouts as he walks out of Mick and Ralph’s with us behind him as he turn Nightmoon. “We are going to the Atomic and you will not deny me my booze!” he said with his finger pointing at Nightmoon, and she nod her head. “Very well, however we ask that you don’t become addictive to the stuff.” Meddler wave his hands up in the air as he turn and walks away.

“You won’t hear an argument from me Wavy! I don’t want to be another Boozy, but I swear if Mick wasn’t such a nice guy I would’ve shot him in the fucking head!” He hit a stone on the ground as we move along with him.

We originally head to Mick and Ralph to obtain a Pip-Boy of his that he trade in for his Pimp, however Mick told him that they sold it to some guy for a large amount of caps and weapons, needless to say this new information give Meddler a reason to drink down his troubles, since we all know that Pip-Boys are beyond rare.

He told us when he met with Doc the first time, the guy practically gave to him without a single regret, and it made Meddler surprise of such a thing.

We made our way inside of the Atomic after five minutes of walking, and trying to make sure Meddler isn't causing a scene. Which is sorta hard to do when the guy don’t have his booze to begin with, my head turn to hear a woman voice greeting Meddler. “Hey there, what can I get for you?”

Meddler sits down in the bar stool. “Something hard.”

My eyes see a black hair woman wearing a suit as she takes out a strange drink as she open the top and just let Meddler take it as soon as she place it on the bar. She glance at us and speak to Meddler. “So these are the fame ‘Courier Companions’ I hear so much about, mind introducing them to me?”

Meddler stop his drink as he reply.

“Ask them yourself, I want to get drunk.”

As he went back to his booze she turn her head toward us. “Well I heard about you girls, but we never meet did we? I’m Garret, Francine Garret, I co-own this place with my brother, who is currently sleeping his ass off upstairs.” told the woman.

My head turn to see not many people sitting down in the chairs behind us, or casino being play, my head turn as my beak open. “Slow day isn't it?” She give out a small laugh as we hear the door being open, my eyes look to see a very strange looking man.

A old hat on his head, with some holes on the top and on the front where some light reveal the man face, a long white beard on his face, my eyes look down to see the beard going down until it stops at the belly, the cloths he wear remind me of something.

Something of nostalgic.

The jacket on him is worn out, the pants are of a fade blue with those strange tip boots, a magnum is on his left side as he move past us without a care of what we are. A pair of gloves are on his hands, with a strange Pip-Boy on his right arm, his left hand is holding a large bag as he grunts as the bag move as it resettle back in balance. He eventually move to one of the tables and sit down, with the bag drop by his foot.

At first we ignore him, or rather I try to ignore him, Nightmoon decide to speak to him the moment he sit down. “Excuse us, we don’t wish to be rude, but have we met before?” she ask as she move right by him, Loyal decide to sit down by Meddler on the floor, Fleur went and sit down in the chair by where the guy is sitting and I just hang by Meddler and just eavesdrop their conversation.

The guy’s chuckle is old as his voice, like my great-grandfather, except if he doesn't live in a place like this and hasn't die from a terrible story of a griffon maiden and a sparkling thestral. It’s not a good story to read, to anyone, at all.

However my ears begin to hear a very strange song in the background, very strange. It almost made me not hear their conversation. “We haven’t met per say, but perhaps a lifetime ago we meet each other in a very odd situation.” He said.

“May we know your name?” ask Fleur, he reply back with a nod from a glance from me. “Well I go by many names, sometime I am call by Wander, or sometime Traveler, even Guns man, but I wish to be call by Chance, that’s always my favorite.”

For some reason during their talk the music seem, comforting to me, and I just don’t know why.

“Chance? Very well Chance, we are Nightmoon, beside us is Fleur, over there sitting down by our friend is Glida, on the floor is Loyal and the one drinking is Meddler.” My ears hear a surprise tone from him. “Meddler? As in the Meddler? The one who kick out both NCR and the Legion?”

My head turn to Meddler cursing at the old man. “Oh fuck off will you? Leave me to my troubles!” My eyes wince as my head turn to see Nightmoon apologizing for Meddler. ” We apologize, Meddler isn't in the exact mood to greet others, ever since we found out that his former Pip-Boy has left and he has no idea how to fix the one on his arm he felt the need to drink his trouble away.” explain Nightmoon.

And to my surprise the guy just nod his head. “Can’t blame him for that, however I may be able to help him out,” He speaks louder to let Meddler hear his voice. “I know something about Pre-war tech.”

My head give a slight turn to see Meddler stop the bottle from going down his mouth, he sighs as he gets up and walks toward the table, with Loyal behind him, he sits down with the bottle in hand, a annoy look on his face as he speaks back. “What do you want in return?”

My eyes see the old man smile. “Well that’s quite simple. A song.” All at once we look at him surprise.

My rump decide to sit down as my body move to sit next to Meddler, Nightmoon and Fleur are sitting next to the guy, while Loyal and I are sitting next to Meddler. “Seriously? A song? No caps? No supplies? Not even a weapon or some job?” The guy shakes his head. “What can I do with caps? Nothing much, I've already got enough supplies and why bother with a weapon, or even some pointless job? No I just want to a song, from you Meddler. Something from the past.”

Meddler rub his chin as he think for a moment. “Well, there is this one song. It’s something my mom would always sing to me and my sister.” My head turn as surprise fill my expression. He never speaks anything about his life, even about his relatives. I don’t know if it’s from the booze or from this trade but it’s amazing that Meddler is speaking about this at all.

“Oh and where did she hear this song?” ask Chance.

“Well she said it was when she travel to the upper west, even north back in her traders days. She seen this one stranger heading to her caravan, wearing some strange bulky power armor, and a Brotherhood helmet on his head. And a pair of a strange companions, a ghoul wearing some NCR armor and a dog.”

“On his arm was a Pip-Boy on his right arm, and he sounded so old, how old she didn't say, just that he probably seen many things. Anyway she heard him singing the song coming from his Pip-Boy ask what it’s called. He said it’s something from Pre-war era. And they traded stuff and part ways, before she left him she copy the song on some paper and kept it. She memorize it by heart and sang it to me and my sister.”

Wait sister? My eyes look to see the open mouth of Fleur, and the head pointing of Loyal as we all realize he has a sister. Before my beak open Chance interrupt.

“And will you sing this song?” ask Chance, Meddler nod his head as he takes another drink. “May I see your Pip-Boy while I work? It’ll give me a chance to listen while working at the same time.” Meddler nod his head as he remove it and pass it to the old man. “Here you go, now how did it go?” mumble Meddler to himself.

He tap his fingers as he snap them as he clear his throat.

And by the gods his voice is so amazing.

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you, no other will do

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart

I don't want to set the world on fire, honey, I love you too much
I just want to start a great big flame down in your heart
You see, way down inside of me, darling I have only one desire
And that one desire is you, and I know nobody else ain't gonna do

I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you feel the same
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart

While my eyes look at Meddler singing they fail to notice the old man working, and before my head can even turn to see what he did, he speaks out. “Done. Nice singing voice by the way.” He pass the Pimp-Boy back to Meddler, as he place it back on his left arm again and move the buttons his eyes widen as he slowly look to Chance with his mouth open.

“How. The. Fuck. Did. You. Fix. This?”

The guy just smile. “Well like I said, I’m good with Pre-war tech, anyway I notice your friends don’t have any Pip-Boy’s on them.” Meddler sighs as he lay his head on the table. “Yeah, but why the fuck do you care?”

That’s when he manage to surprise us yet again. “Because I so happen have five Pip-Boys with me, including other goodies. And I’ll give you them for three things, a song, a promise, and a free pass in the Strip.”

Meddler look at him for a good five minutes as he finally speaks out. “I should question on why you want these things or what’s your angle, but honestly I don’t give a fuck right now, this is probably the easiest deal I made, ever, of all times.”

Meddler went through his Pimp-Boy and something went out. “I always carry this thing as a precaution in case I meet someone who deserve this.” It was a card of sort as he pass it to Chance. “This is a pass to the Strip, show it to the guard and you’ll be let in. Now what’s the promise?”

The guy wave a finger on his left hand to Meddler. “Ah, ah, ah! First the song, then the promise.” He then search in his bag as he speaks out. “Any song will do, but it got to be an oldie but goodie!”

“Hmm, I may got a song, my old man sang me this song one time. Hopefully I can get the words right.” reply Meddler, after a few minutes he began to sing again.

The roads are the dustiest, the winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest, the pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest, the friends the trustiest
Way back home
(Back home)

This time my ears can hear a background behind the singing, including the extra voices, my eyes search around but for some reason the people singing it aren’t around while Meddler sing on.

The trees are the sappiest, the days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest, the kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest, the folks the happiest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The old man take out five Pip-Boy’s and work on each one of them with pressing a few things here and there, when he’s finish with one he went to another. I did try to pay attention to him, but Meddler voice bring my attention to him singing.

The grass is the springiest, the bees are the stingiest
The birds are the wingiest, the bells are the ringiest
(The hearts) the hearts the singiest
(The arms) the arms the clingiest
Way back home

(What about the sun) The sun's the blaziest
(And the fields) The field's the daisiest
(And the cows) The cow's the graziest
(And the help) The help's the laziest
The boys, (are the wittiest)
The girls, (are the prettiest)
Way back home

(The pigs are the snootiest, the owls are the hootiest)
The plant's the fruitiest, the stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest), the smiles the sunniest
Way back home
Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The old man place each Pip-Boy before us as he went up and walk around us all, then sits back down with a bottle and listen to Meddler finishing up.

The food is the spreadiest, the wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest, the gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest, the life the loveliest
Way back, way back, way back, home
(No place like home)
Sweet home

After he finish Nightmoon speak to him with surprise in her tone, honestly I can’t blame her since I never known that he can sing that good. “Meddler, we didn’t know you can sing, sing so well. Why didn’t you mention this at all?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe because I don’t sing too often and the fact that I didn’t want to mention it.” told Meddler. Before Nightmoon give a comeback Chance gives a cough to turn our attention to him. “Now then, your new Pip-Boy’s are on the table before you, just place them on the arm that you don’t use to fire your weapon.”

All of us place our new tool on our arms, mine on my right, Nightmoon on her left, Loyal on her left and Fleur on her left, I’m probably the only right claw since they don’t need to use their hooves to fire their weapons.

“Now what’s the promise?” ask Meddler, Chance just wave his hand. “Oh nothing much, all I ask is that you give love a chance, even if it’s from someone of a different race and stuff.” He picks up his bag as he walks by us. “Anyway I got to head out, so long!” Meddler react quickly as he went up from his seat and shouts. “What the hell do you mean by that?” The guy turn his head with a smile on his face.

“Just saying, since you’re surrounded by wonderful females who care about you and all. Take care kid, and who knows? We may meet again one way or another.” As he open the door and walk away Meddler sighs and look at the booze, and then just close it.

“Wait you’re not going to drink?” I ask, he shakes his head and put it away in his Pimp-Boy. “What would be the point? The guy got this thing fix and in an act of kindness with strangeness given you girls Pip-Boy’s, wait.”

He then notice the last Pip-Boy before him as he slap his face. “Fuck, this one’s for Slutty.” He let his head fall down on the table. “Goddamnit.”

“Ah right, you’re gonna have to give it to her while trying not to get molest at the same time?” ask Fleur with a sly grin on her muzzle.

“Shut the fuck up Psycho, I know where you sleep.”

“Is that a promise?” she add to him, he lift his head and glare at her, and to me as a chuckle escape from my beak. “I hate you guys, except for you Loyal, your nice.” add Meddler as Loyal move by him and nuzzle his arm.

Meddler sighs. “Well let’s get going, the sooner we get this over with the better.”

***
(Wavy)
“WILL YOU FUCKING HOLD STILL SLUTTY?” shout Meddler as we hear crashing and moving in the room on the other side of the wall of our room. “NEVER!” We breath in as we hear more movement and cursing from Meddler. “GODDAMNIT SLUTTY!! HOLD STILL SO I CAN PUT YOUR FUCKING ARMOR ON!”

It’s been two hours since we return to the Tower, we’ve been hearing this running and shouting since Meddler made Umbra armor, and been trying to get it on her. We can tell that this is a lost cause.

We move our fore hoof to see our Pip-Boy to check our inventory, our Mini-gun is in, so is our armor, including ammo, extra ammo, some stimpaks and finally some caps we found during our wandering with Meddler.

We decide that we use the same spell we use on Meddlers Pimp-Boy the moment we came back and see if it can work. Thankfully it did, we try it on the others and they work as well.

However it left us somewhat drain from the amounts of energy and decide to take a rest on our bed, we ask for a book to pass the time, Meddler found us a book call Guns and Bullets. Which is quite a helpful book, we turn our eyes to see Gilda laying on the bed reading a book call the Wasteland Survival Guide.

Our hoof went down as we move our head to see Fleur coming back from her bath, water drips from her hair as she sighs, the mare move past us to take her seat on the couch and rest for a while. Until she looks at us and ask. {“They’re still at it?”} Our head nods.

She look to her Pip-boy in amazement as she went on. {“It’s amazing to see this work, telling of our health is, if our limb is damage and what we’re good at. Not to mention that it’s waterproof.”} We reply as we decide small talk can possibly pass the time.

{“Yes, it’s no wonder why Meddler decide to ‘punish’ Umbra, and went to booze afterward we found out that there wasn’t another one at the store. How are your skills anyway?”}

Fleur look down on her Pip-Boy as she use her horn to switch her screen to the skills. {“Well, my biggest is the Explosions at sixty-five, Guns at fifty-seven, and strangely Unarmed at fifty-four, the rest are around thirty or so. What about you Nightmoon?”}

We move our head down as our hoof went up, our horn glow to switch to our skills, as our mouth open to reply to Fleur. {“Our Guns are at sixty-two, Repair at sixty, and our Speech is at seventy. It’s amazing to see it as so.”}

Our eyes flinch as we hear the final crashing sound with Umbra cursing. “GAH! NO! I WON”T BE ARMOR,” A slap interrupt her. “QUIET IT SLUT!” That’s when we decide to take our helmet off and place it in our Pip-Boy, because whenever Meddler slap Umbra, always expect more to come.

We’re surprise that Meddler is getting use to Umbra and her way’s, perhaps he is slowly healing of the damage that is within his heart.

We hear another crash and some more shouting.

Or because he finally decide he doesn't give two shits and decide to just roll with it.

We just wish that we can find something, anything to get out of this room and do something productive, because if we guess right, then we’ll be hearing more slaps and beating until night time. We would fight a large horde if we can get out of,

Then we feel a tap on our shoulder, our eyes move to Gilda who taps her helmet and pretend to put something on her head. A few seconds later our helmet is on us as we hear Meddler calling out to us. “Hey girls! Get your shit together, we’ve got a problem!”

Ask and you shall receive.

Meddler enter in our room with his armor on him and him loading his Survivalist rifle. “I got news that the Brotherhood are fighting against the Rejects! Wavy, Psycho, Feathers, you’re with me. Loyal is going to stay to keep an eye on Slutty, Victor is on his way there to give them a hand.”

We move quickly as we gather our armor on us as Gilda ask questions. “Where are they at?” Meddler place his rifle on his back. “Those idiots are attacking them at their home base, come on! We don’t have time to waste here!”

***
(Meddler)
“Hurry up girls, I can practically hear the shouts!” I shout as my legs move through the sand and rocks, we’re heading down from the north toward the Hidden Valley. My head turn to see Feathers catching up as she land by me, same with Wavy, Psycho had to hoof it with us as she catch her breath, my legs stop to let Psycho catch her breath as they move again. My head turn to see the fence starting to show as we get closer, and the shouts of fighting.

“I don’t get it, I thought that the Brotherhood are superior in weapons and armor.” said Feathers, a snort came from me as we slowly gets closer to the fight. “Yeah, but NCR has more troops to use and possibly have tech that can kick the Brotherhood ass.” I reply.

“And you know this how?” ask Wavy.

We enter in the Valley as my hands take Survivalist out and a crack of my neck. “I don’t, but it’s better to be paranoid and survive, than to be silly and dead.” We move closer as the Rejects seem to have a hard time getting in as the dust roll around us.

Seem the Brotherhood gotten that dust thing up and running, question is how long will it last? Better yet how the hell did the Rejects manage to find their base in the first place?

We stop a few steps away from the Rejects behind one of the false bases the Brotherhood use. ”What is the plan Meddler?” ask Wavy, my legs crouch my hand take out the AMR to use the scope to see how many Rejects there are.

Hmm, okay, seem like there’s only a few of them, probably scouts at first and decide to attack. But who is the victim of command here? Oh where, oh where, have you went? Oh where, oh where can you be? You’re not there, or here, or anywhere. Oh where can you be?

That’s when I finally spot the bastard, and it seems they change the color on their suits, instead of their regular brown color, they change it to black and blue.

However this asshole got a beret on him and is shouting, so it’s easy to assume him being the victim of the day. Then something odd happen, the dust stop moving around. Which means they’re gonna notice my posse.

Sometime I hate being out in the daylight.

“Okay listen up, Psycho, Wavy, you’re on point of causing serious damage around that door. Feathers, you’re going to do hit and run tactics, I’ll give support with my rifle. On my mark.” I whisper my orders, the girls begin to gather their weapons.

I move up on the false base rock as my legs crouch to get a better aim, I activate my V.A.T.S., aim at the bastard head, and fire with his head having a new hole to breath. Then falls down, this cause the others to move to my direction, and give the girls a chance to raise hell to these bitches.

My hand move on the rifle to let a case out, and another shot in to make my kill. My scope move as my eye search another target, however my eye notice Wavy using that Mini-gun like a pro, the way she spin that baby of death around, with that laughter is amazing, then I notice a miss shot by her hooves.

My aim turn to see some snipers trying to hit Wavy with that poor ass shot. How the hell did they get there anyway? Where did they come from? Unless...OH FUCK! My arms went to aim at the snipers as my finger fire, but didn’t do much from the distance where I’m at. My head turn to hear the shout of Wavy, she lay down on her left side, her right hoof bleeds as a bullet went through.

“Everyone! Get to Wavy and bring her to shelter! I’ll cover you girls!” I order as my AMR fire again and again to give the girls cover fire, my ears hear Feathers shout out to me. “We’ve got her! Get over here!”

With a quick turn and running toward cover behind some rocks, my body slide and move to Wavy as my hands drop my rifle and take out some Stimpaks to help the wound heal up. “Wavy is there a bullet in your hoof?” I ask as my right thumb uncap the syringe. Her head shakes as my hand press the thing in her hoof.

“Meddler, how the claw did those snipers take us by surprise?” shouts Feathers as we hear the shots of Rejects firing at us behind our cover. “They must have radios to contact to one another. Question is where the fuck is the Brotherhood? You would think they would of be out by now.” I said.

“Perhaps they are taking cover until they can deal with the Rejects in a manner they can win.” suggest Psycho. My hand drop the empty Stimpak as my hands take the AMR and aim from the cover. “We better hope so Psycho, otherwise we’re going to be fuck if we don’t have some goddamn backup!”

My body raise up to aim and fire at the bastards, manage to get a shot before ducking from their troops attacking down here. “Damn it! Wish we got some fucking cover, wait.” My head turn to Wavy. “Hey can you use that magic thing to make a barrier of sorts?” I ask as my hands reload on the mag.

Her head nod as she reply back to me. “Yes, however it depend on how powerful you want the barrier, and how long we can make it for.” My rifle shot out at a Reject trying to get too close to our cover. “Make a barrier around us and lower it whenever I take a shot, can you do that Wavy?” I ask as my head duck under a shot.

She hesitate for a moment before nodding her head.

“Good. Make a barrier now.” Her horn glow as a blue sphere surround us as my legs move my upper body up as my eye look through the scope, and my voice shouting out. “Okay girls, on my mark I want you to shoot these morons. Mark!” The barrier slowly dissolve as my finger fire, each shot hitting true to the snipers, two remaining through my scope as my arm lower the gun and me dropping down to cover.

The sounds of the shots from the girls are ringing in my ears as Feathers pistol shoots out, the sounds of grenades being push out of Psycho gun fill me with a strange calm, probably because less work for me to shoot these assholes.

The barrier reappear again as my eyes look to Wavy, she seem to be doing alright for now and doesn’t look tired. My legs went up again as my aim went through the scope to see my victim’s, and with a aid of V.A.T.S. two idiots bite the dust.

Now we’ve gotta deal with these guys down here. My AMR went to my Pimp-Boy as my eyes search for another weapon, a minute later Survivalist's went out as my body went up, let the barrier go down, shoot some troopers, went down with the barrier up. This repeats on for about a good five minutes as I decide to strike a conversation.

“So girls, any idea why these assholes decide to hit the Brotherhood first?”” I ask as my body went up and shoot some Reject who thought that trying to fight for the wrong guy will getcha kill by me.

Feathers look at me with a ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’ look as she reloads her 9mm pistol, Psycho decide to enlighten me as she answer to back. “Maybe because these guys have armor and weapons that could give the Rejects an edge into trying to kill you, not to mention a base for them to use and a chance to take out a group all at once.”

My head nod as my rifle mag went out and another quickly went in.

“Could be Psycho, could be indeed. And speaking of the Brotherhood, where the hell are they? They should be out here, instead of,” My sentence went short as a missile hit us, the barrier glow a moment as it slowly dissolve. “SHIT!”

My head turn to Wavy. “Wavy we need to go now! Everyone, head to the bunker and try not to die, Wavy keep the barrier up as we move along, we need to go, now!” I said as the girls went up, Wavy slowly gets up as her horn glow more brightly, the barrier becoming a different color, a more purplish color, both me and Wavy look at each other as we realize what is happening.

Higher magic means strange results. Shit.

“Everyone, move now!” I shout as we all move as one, the barrier covering our ass’s as missiles hit us left and right. We move toward the bunker as my ears hear another set of missiles being launched, this time from another direction.

We stop at the bunker door as my head turn to see Victor shooting at the Rejects, he move toward us as he calls out to us. “Hey there partner, sorry I took my time getting here. I met up with someone very strange along the way.”

“YARGH!” roar out a familiar voice.

My head turn to see a large being, holding a Vertibird wing piece like a blade as the being swung left and right, charging at the Rejects. “Holy shit, is that Lily?” I ask in surprise as it is indeed the granny supermutant.

And she is still kicking ass, just like when she traveled with me back in the day.

She is probably one of the greatest grandparent you can ever ask for, one that is nice and can kill a Fiend with their head cut off like it’s nothing. Then my eyes notice Punchy coming toward us, and with her some Brotherhood shooting the Rejects with their lasers. The barrier disappear as Punchy walk by me and looks to Lily who is fighting by the Brotherhood side.

“Can you believe it? Lily’s back in the Mojave.” I said, out of the corner of my eye Punchy nod her head. “Yeah, I spotted her running with Victor, I manage to stop them to ask what’s up. And well they told me that the Brotherhood base was under attack.”
Behind my helmet a surprise look went on as my head turn to her. “Wait you didn’t know?” She nod her head.

“Yeah, don’t know how they manage to block anything but I’m thankful that you came by here Meddler to help us out.” My shoulder shrugs. “Well I couldn’t leave you guys to these bastards, and it’s nice getting some excitement once and a while.”

The bunker doors open as both of our heads turn, the first to come out is Paladin Ramos as he aim Gauss rifle left and right before putting it down as he sees the both of us. “Ah Veronica, Meddler, nice to see you both are still alive. How you doing?” He ask as he walks toward us. My shoulder shrug. “Well doing fine except risking my ass and my friends ass from the Rejects.”

His facial expression change to one of shame. “Sorry, but I had to obey orders from Head Paladin Hardin to get the others inside, and I quote ‘Wait until we get those bastards inside, so we can kill them all!’ unquote.”

“And we have to tend to our wounded as well.”

My head moves to see Elder McNamara walking toward me, his left hand outstretched as my right take his as we both shake. “Hello there Elder, nice to see you living and kicking.” He nod his head to me. “Nice to see you as well, thanks for coming to our aid.”

“Thanks for agreeing that the people of Freeside can still have the energy.” I reply back.

“I still say we should use it as a weapon.”

And my mood is now ruin thanks to this asshole.

My head turn to see Hardin with a scowl on his face, he move up to me as he went on. “I still say that we should of use HELIOS ONE as a weapon.”

“Oh? And where can you find the trigger? Oh wait, that’s right you can’t, because you don’t know.” The Elder move between us. “Calm down, Hardin enough with that nonsense, Meddler here has provide us aid in the past, and allow us to take HELIOS ONE in return for letting Freeside have the energy.”

Hardin turn to the girls as they reload on their weapons, and soon notice their Pip-Boys. “You, give us those technology animals.” He said to Wavy, she looks at him as she reply. “Pardon?” she said. He take out his Gauss rifle. “You heard me, you have no idea how to use that do you?” Punchy moves to Hardin as she try to stop this stupidity before I do.

“Hardin stop, you do realize they know how to work it and don’t deserve to be insulted as such.” He turn to her. “Veronica, I may put up with your ‘friend’ over here, but those creatures there have technology they don’t deserve to have, especially the horse’s.”

Now for anyone who aren’t another species he is saying horse, but the way he said it sound ‘whorse’. Which is very insulting to both Wavy and Psycho as my ears hear Psycho gasp in shock. That’s when I decide to drop any fucks I give, as I hear Punchy muttering and slap her head. “Hardin you just fuck yourself.”

Before I even made a move Lily moves over to us a she talks loud. “Who is messing with my little Meddler, and his sweet friends?” My head turn to her as an evil idea form in my mind. “Hello Lily, the man over there,” My left finger points to Hardin.

“Is a bad boy, and deserve to be spank. He’s a naughty boy Lily.” She nod her head as she walks closer to Hardin. “Your right sweetie, he needs to be spank. Come here you little troublemaker.” Hardin steps back as I find myself looking for a good rock to sit my ass on to see this show. “Wait, what are you doing? Get back from me!”

Wavy and Psycho decide to watch this as well as they both lay down to enjoy the show, Punchy sit down on my right as everyone see this show of wonder, Hardin getting his ass spank by a supermutant grandmother.

Punchy laugh as we both get a kick of him squirming on the lap of Granny as she starts to spank that idiot ass. My laughter went out nonstop to see this sight. “Ah man, I will pay big money to see this record right now.”

“Actually,” Punchy said as my head turn to her holding a device as she aim it up her head and a small red dot on it blinks. “We found this thing from our scouting, an old man by the name of Traveler who said this thing is from a undiscovered Vault-tec that hasn’t been use in a long time. Said it record things with a press of a button.”

“All he ask is that if we see something funny we record it.”

Wait? Traveler?

“Hey Punchy, was this old man wearing a hat, some clothes, and with a long white beard carrying a big bag?” She nod her head as the sound of Hardin being in pain ring in my ears. “Yeah, why?”

A large smile grow underneath my helmet.

Old man, I could kiss you right now for this wonderful gift you given us, may you always be remember you son of a glorious bitch you are.

Level up!(Wavy, Psycho, Feathers)

The desire of a masochist- You have now control of a powerful mare, one who will bend her will to yours, damage raise up to fifteen percent whenever she is around you.

Fix tech-Your Pip-Boy is all fix up, including a bonus of music from far away lands, V.A.T.S. is permanently increase by five.

(Nightmoon) The energy saver- You learn how to save energy with your magic and energy weapons! Magic will cost less power and energy weapons skills have increase by five!