I'm in shock, or in mourning. Maybe both. Doc Weathers is dead. Full out dead. I'm wondering around by the U.S.S. Constitution. I hear gunfire around the corner. Full out battle between Rust Devils, some generic raiders and some caravan guards. I just in and take out my share of the bad guys. As I'm looting the bodies, there is Doc, crumpled at the bottom of the steps. It was his caravan, I guess 'essential' only gets you so far.
I'll miss him.