In the beginning, there was science, Latin for knowledge, knowledge introducing our first character, a young gentleman, from a broken and hostel home. Kelsea's his name, the smart ass.
His Father was a drug dealer, and not the cheap stuff you'd find off any wasteland junkie, I mean real murderous shit, stuff that would be banned if there was any kind of law against it.
But his Father's drug production soon came to a halt when he forgot to pay his do's for the chems he used. Then again how was he supposed to remember, he tested most of his own shit. It was Raiders that took his Father away from him, tortured the bastard, burned him, and ripped the skin of his back, yanked out his finger nails whenever he'd taken to many chems and was breaking down, but in the end, he killed himself using his own chems.
God only knows what it was.
My guess is that it was something to do with Jet, lots of it too.
His Mother was a dirty whore. Though I wouldn't know, I've never met her. She got taken away by the Raiders also, though I'm not sure she was a junkie. Probably took heavy doses of Med-X when she needed to get numb and emotionless.
Honestly, I don't want to think about that, the Raiders are merciless mother fuckers, but there not the worst thing in the wasteland, you've got the Raiders for starters, then the Super Mutants, Ghouls, not like I have a problem with normal Ghouls, I just mean the Feral ones. Along with the Mutated bugs, Slavers, The Brotherhood, and the occasional Jackel Gang or whatever. I don't want to tangle with any of those...things. But I'll have to soon right?
Enough about the monsters of the wastes.
I'm getting a headache. Eurgh...
The only reason Kelsea's a smart ass is because when his Mother and Father were taken away from him, he fled home, trying to find somewhere safe, well a place with a reliable supply of food and water, that's what's considered safe now-a-days, even if was a mole rat's hole in the ground, it'd be safe.
But instead of a mole rat's hole in the ground, he found a vault. A FUCKING VAULT OF ALL PLACES!! One of the safest places in the wasteland if you don't mind the occasional Super Mutant or Slaver raid party. But lucky for him it was an empty vault, everything had pretty much salvaged by Scavengers, maybe it was Raiders that cleared out the vault, I dunno, Kelsea won't talk about it.
Anyways, he's a smart ass because he got a "Better Education" from those vault holotapes and fancy learning books. He's the only person I know that can read without getting a headache. I mean I can read, but only to a certain degree, Kelsea says I need glasses, haha! What does he know? At least I'm not blind with a weapon; I'm a decent shot with an Assault rifle, unlike Kelsea. Poor bastard can hardly shoot straight; I remember one time we was up against a couple of Radscorpians, baby ones too. I had given Kelsea a Combat Shotgun. 12 shells. He missed every shot from 2 metres away, worst waste of ammo ever, but at least he's smart, it's about all he's good for.
Seriously, this place sucks, Mercenary Junction, pfft yeah, right. This place is a dead end bar in the ass end of nowhere, nothing to do except maybe talk to the 'Escorts' behind the bar or just take some chems until you don't feel the pain of the wasteland anymore.
I finished my job. Had to recover some kind of sensor module, supposed to fit inside of some kind of robot, a Mister Gusty or a Sentry-Bot maybe? I dunno I'm not good with machines. Kelsea is. We went through hell and back, I guess the only good part about this trip was I found some chems and a couple of magazines, nothing dirty though.
Met somebody on my travels who tagged along with Kelsea and I. We didn't know his name until we got to the bar. Shaun. He doesn't talk at all, the Escorts know him though, figures. Him not talking is good I guess considering Kelsea never shuts the fuck up about "The vault this, the vault that-" Or "Did you know BLAH BLAH BLAH" Fuck, I swear that mouth of his will be the end of him.
Though I'm not quite sure about Shaun, he's a little too quiet for his own good. Maybe he doesn't know how to speak english? I don't know much about him, the escorts didn't give much information about him either, except about his love life. Eh. I'm glad I found him though, he's good with a sniper, in a fist fight, silently killing people and mutants, he's got a swift hand when it comes to pickin' locks, he doesn't make a sound when he's walking either. That scares me a little.
I mean, if I end up taking him with me, he might decide to slit my throat in the middle of the night and take off with all of my caps, Oh and in case you didn't know, caps are the new currency, after the bombs.
But I suppose he'll do for now and besides, we've got a new assignment. We've got to travel to some small shanty town, within "La ciudad de Jericó" that's "The City Of Jericho" and kill some so called Slaver hiding out there. It's not far from Mercenary Junction.
Shaun, Kelsea and I packed up our things and headed out on the broken and sand covered roads, it was dark by now. And the wasteland looked like a vast golden sea of sand and rocks. And over the horizon, buildings, some intact, some are of nothing but dust blowin' in the wind, maybe that's where the answer lays to solve the wastelands problems? It's just blowin' in the wind. Ha. I looked over to the old wrecked buildings and thought out loud, "What could be inside there?" To which Kelsea responded "Ammo, Caps, Weapons, Robotics. All kinds of stuff" I looked 'round at him whilst still walking "Anything worth selling though?" Kelsea shrugged his shoulders "Maybe, I don't know" I sighed and looked around at Shaun, he was quiet like always with his rifle in the firm grasp of his hands, he looked at me blankly, he nodded to where the buildings were. "The buildings?" I asked. Shaun nodded again pulling out from his duffle bag some purified water and some ammo: shotgun shells, .32 caliber to fit his rifle and some 5.56 ammo to fit my Assault rifle. "Which building?" I asked. Shaun pointed, it was the third building to the left, close to a gas station or at least what was left of it. "It's a factory" Kelsea stated. "And not just any factory, it's Robco." He continued. I shrugged. "So, what? So what? SO WHAT!? There's bound to be some valuable tech in there: Sensor Units, Conductors, Scrap Metal, Thrusters, Combat Inhibitors and god knows what else!" I turned back to Shaun, "Up for some scaving?" He shrugged.