Post by theintenseslacker on May 5, 2016 13:13:09 GMT -5
The morning sun had begun to rise above the beautiful Potomac River, today was a fresh day.
Settlers were slowly coming to life in the morning, while the Brotherhood Knight was already shining his power armor. It looked sleek, fresh, as if it had been done many times over.
He placed the waning fusion core in the back, and stepped inside his suit.
"Come on, baby. We've got work to do."
The suit had powered up with it's advanced AI systems, and began the process of firing up the motorized parts within.
He let out a sigh of relief as it did so.
Once the suit had finished working it's magic, he headed out of his cozy motel room and headed to the pier to engage in his daily duty of guarding the scribes who'd been positioned at the dock where the boat would arrive.
However, just prior to this. He'd gone to the armory to get his Fusion Core replaced. He couldn't have his armor dying on him today.
He didn't know much about their duty, besides that they were supposed to document new arrivals on Nadine's boat.
Trips were made almost hourly, taking whatever the supervisors wanted back and forth.
Nolan was wary, but the distraction of the calm sun rising over the Potomac was mesmerizing, he loosened the clutch on his Laser Rifle, and shook off whatever the distraction was.
The boat had begun to pull into the pier, perhaps bringing in someone new?
Nolan would love to have someone to talk to. Someone with something else to say than the dim stories of the locals.
Sadly, no one had come. No one of any interest, anyway.
Nolan decided to hit the bar after he was off duty.
He'd gone back home, switched out his clothes for something a little less...threatening. A short sleeve shirt that revealed his BoS tattoo, on his right arm. You could only see the lower half, but it was quite visible in vibrant black ink.
The shirt was white in color, and he donned faded brown pants.
Once he got to the bar. He'd ordered what he usually got.
"Scotch and Nuka, Barstool."
He dropped about 5 caps down, and slid them to the robot.
He'd felt he had a mutual friendship with this robot, and the two were on a first name basis.
"Right away, mister Yang."
Scotch and Nuka, it was his favorite.
This was an exterior bar, shanty in demeanor. It had multiple barstools, and around this time, a busted up Mr. Handy named Barstool was serving.
He looked like absolute shit, a total rustbucket with no actual weapons systems to defend himself with.
This place would be pretty easy to rob if it weren't for the brotherhood patrolling the area.
Nolan sipped from his glass. These things were nasty, but nothing a regular waster couldn't handle.
Maybe someone would brighten up his night by taking one of the seats adjacent to him.
Settlers were slowly coming to life in the morning, while the Brotherhood Knight was already shining his power armor. It looked sleek, fresh, as if it had been done many times over.
He placed the waning fusion core in the back, and stepped inside his suit.
"Come on, baby. We've got work to do."
The suit had powered up with it's advanced AI systems, and began the process of firing up the motorized parts within.
He let out a sigh of relief as it did so.
Once the suit had finished working it's magic, he headed out of his cozy motel room and headed to the pier to engage in his daily duty of guarding the scribes who'd been positioned at the dock where the boat would arrive.
However, just prior to this. He'd gone to the armory to get his Fusion Core replaced. He couldn't have his armor dying on him today.
He didn't know much about their duty, besides that they were supposed to document new arrivals on Nadine's boat.
Trips were made almost hourly, taking whatever the supervisors wanted back and forth.
Nolan was wary, but the distraction of the calm sun rising over the Potomac was mesmerizing, he loosened the clutch on his Laser Rifle, and shook off whatever the distraction was.
The boat had begun to pull into the pier, perhaps bringing in someone new?
Nolan would love to have someone to talk to. Someone with something else to say than the dim stories of the locals.
Sadly, no one had come. No one of any interest, anyway.
Nolan decided to hit the bar after he was off duty.
He'd gone back home, switched out his clothes for something a little less...threatening. A short sleeve shirt that revealed his BoS tattoo, on his right arm. You could only see the lower half, but it was quite visible in vibrant black ink.
The shirt was white in color, and he donned faded brown pants.
Once he got to the bar. He'd ordered what he usually got.
"Scotch and Nuka, Barstool."
He dropped about 5 caps down, and slid them to the robot.
He'd felt he had a mutual friendship with this robot, and the two were on a first name basis.
"Right away, mister Yang."
Scotch and Nuka, it was his favorite.
This was an exterior bar, shanty in demeanor. It had multiple barstools, and around this time, a busted up Mr. Handy named Barstool was serving.
He looked like absolute shit, a total rustbucket with no actual weapons systems to defend himself with.
This place would be pretty easy to rob if it weren't for the brotherhood patrolling the area.
Nolan sipped from his glass. These things were nasty, but nothing a regular waster couldn't handle.
Maybe someone would brighten up his night by taking one of the seats adjacent to him.