» Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:45 am I lay on the ground, coughing, blood trickling down the side of my arm. Or was it my leg? I really wasn't quite sure. They had told me that the boomers lived over here and that they would try and kill you, but I honesly didn't expect it from this range. evidently, the bodies on the ground around twenty yards away didn't either. it didn't really matter at all if I survived or not, considering I couldn't feel my legs, and I most likely wouldn't be able to walk again, and after all, what can a courier with no legs do? I guess I was set up, because this is where my map was marked and I was right there. I looked on my pip boy to examine my vitals, it had been a gift, back when people gave gifts like that.
Often times I wondered why people even endured this wasteland, I mean, after all, why shouldn't everyone just kill themselves and pave the way for the next species to gain dominance on this hell of a planet? I guess it's because people are afraid of death. I'm not afraid of death, and I guess that's a weakness since I have no reason to get up and run in situations like these. not that I could anyway.
BOOM!
Another missile, or whatever the hell they we're slinging at me. I got bored waiting for them to kill me, to finally get me out of this horrible world, so I just started dragging myself toward them. Almost in range of their snipe-
BOOM!
The ground in front of me erupted in flame, and all was quiet. For what seemed like an eternity, everything was dark. It was peaceful, I was hoping this was death. And then, much to my dismay, a light pierced my vision, and the air burned my nostrils. My legs were working, but they felt.....wrong. It kind of shocked me that I even lived considering a bomb blew up right in front of me.
"well, well, look who's awake" said a voice I thought I recognized.
"Hello? Who are you?" I asked
"That is of no importance, I just need you to know that your alive, and that you will walk." the voice said, my vision still blurry
"And how did you find me, and even fix my legs?"
"We fixed your legs by using implants. Sadly, this will be detrimental to your ability to run."
I cursed under my breath, how was I supposed to do anything even close to being a courier. I had no idea what to do, so I just sat there, and finally my vision cleared. The man was bald, but he had a friendly smile. I looked up at him. And just as I was about to speak I felt. needle pierce my arm and the man said,
"We will meet again, patient 8"
I look up and see a fan, blurry. I can hear a voice. Ugh, my head hurts incredibly bad.
"What's your name, partner?"
"Well sir, I don't really remember. Just a man who made me go to sleep with drugs, and I woke up here"
"Nonsense! You were shot!"
"No, I wasn-"
"Of course you were! Your brain must not be feeling good."
"ugh, whatever, just call me....Mason. I like that name."
"I'm doc Mitchell, welcome to good springs!"
"Uh, yeah, I feel like I was here before."
"Nonsense, I remember every face that comes through here"
"Uh yeah, whatever."
"Lets see if we can get you on your feet"
As I stand up, I can feel that these aren't real legs, but at least they work.
"Here, use his vigor tester, it should tell me how your vitals are doing"
"okay"
"Well, you don't have much muscle, but it looks like your one of the sharper tools in the shed, so that works."
"Look, I need to get going."
"sure, sure"
On the way out, I took some guns and ammo. I'm not a bad person, but what can I say, I need protection from all the crazy things that are alive right now. He had a laser pistol, which I heard are easy to use, so I took that too. I am not very good at all with guns, anyway, but hey, gotta learn sometime. I pulled the pistol out and aimed for a stop sign. i missed by a good six feet. ouch. i need to work on that. I sawa big building called the "prospector saloon". I don't get why people just explain that prospectors are nothing but poor travelers who steal from safes and whatnot. I walked in.
"Hey, names sunny"
"Hey"
I realized that I needed some work, and didn't feel like traveling, so I asked
"Any work around here?"
"No, bot you could go and try and crack the safe up at the schoolhouse"
"I don't know anything about lock picking."
"then take this magazine, and some bobby pins."
"Thanks, I guess."
And with that I left, for my first lock picking session in my life.
As soon as I opened the door, several giant mantises came running at me, so I shot around wildly, killing most of them, but one of them drew blood when it got close so I had to step on it, which was a hard task with these new legs. After reading through the magazines several times, I cracked the safe easily, and took out all of its contents. As soon as I walked through the saloon, a man talking to some lady said
"Expect powder gangers" and left, the lady got on top of a table and got everybody's attention, before saying
"we have a problem."
"about what?" I asked.
"Powder gangers are threatening to invade good springs if we don't give them a man we have in our custody. His name is ringo. We need to prepare."
then she pointed to me.
"You, your in charge of weapons"
"[censored]" I said under my breath
