And you thought the last update was late? Consider this an important life lesson. Never count on me for anything.
Honestly there's not a whole lot to report here, so you'll excuse my lack of urgency in documenting the utter boredom (yes, yes you will). They spent days hanging around Camp Hodge fixing everything they could get their hands on. Nancy offered to make them full-fledged NCR troops, with some of those sweet sweet NCR weapons and armor, if they could discover the source of the robots and dispose of them.
Unfortunately she didn't know where exactly they came from, other than they approached from the west out of the deadlands, where the radiadion is so high it's prevented people from accurately mapping the area. And so our dickish group of vault dwellers set out... for the Radier camp up north. Look, I don't understand it either. It's best if you don't think too hard about the things this group does, it'll just hurt your think-meat.
Morgan modified her Pip-Boy to send a text message out to Billy, who
they'd seen back at aforementioned camp when they posed as Legion slavers,
but he didn't take too kindly to that. He sent a kill-signal back and
Morgan's Pip-Boy nearly overloaded and exploded. She stopped it in time,
but the message fell on deaf ears as they marched right up to the Raider
camp anyway. They circled it at night, Felicia sniping the occasional
Raider from
a distance.
For some reason they decided that wasn't really working for them, and headed a mile or so back toward CampHodge... before returning to the Raider camp and trying to simply walk right in. Now Raiders are dumb, but they're not THAT dumb. They used the break in battle to mine the area around their camp, and it wasn't pretty. Bloody limbs for everyone! Well, at least for some.
So they limped back to Camp Hodge, pausing to take out a couple of Yao Guai poking through wrecked cars along the way (discovering that Morgan's newfound Mr. Handy (nicknamed ROFA, the Robot Of Fucking Awesomeness) was exceptionally good at grabbing things and crotch-humping them into its shredder to blend them to bits).
ROFA also assisted in retreiving (and carrying) enough scrap from the wrecks to repair their truck.
And that's where this chapter ends, because that was all they did. I bet you're glad I didn't post this earlier now, huh? Downright depressing, ain't it?
PS - Johnny Franks is back on the air!
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