10th December 2282
07:32 GMT -6
The C-22 combat robots at the entrance display '???' on their visors, but make no move to stop Paladin Justinia and I marching through the main gate and into the courtyard. Justinia is in her
somewhat scuffed
Advanced Technical Armour, her
Wattz 2000 laser rifle clamped to her back so that she can carry her pot of river crawler claws and edible greens unencumbered. I offered to carry the rifle, but without Elder Solo personally vouching for me there's a
limit to how far she's prepared to trust me. ATA has a radio system built into its helmet, but whatever Doki Doki is doing to override radio transmissions it's preventing Justinia reaching her comrades.
"Hey Krono!"
Justinia halts, dropping to one knee, downing her pot and grabbing her gun as the C-22 just inside the prison comes alert. It… Looks a little different from the others, so I'm… Guessing that Doki Doki is a little more 'present' in this one than the others.
"Good morning, Doki. I hope that I'm not intruding."
This robot's visor image becomes wagging forefingers on the right and left and a shaking head in the middle.
"Somehow I don't think that's
tru-ue!"
Justinia doesn't
quite bring her gun to bear. The 2000 has fairly good armour penetration, but against a C-22 you really need something heavier or EMP-based. And she has to know that.
"Where would you have me cook my vittles, machine?"
"Cook-stations are thataway!"
The robot points at-.
"'First name not found' McKinley already completed her produce acquisition challenge!"
In the middle of the courtyard three nuclear battery powered electric range cookers have been planted in a triangle, and McKinley is already at work turning her
meat into steaks and stewing chunks with a machete. McKinley is wearing
Vault-Tec's own-brand power armour, helmet and gauntlets off as she works her cleaver. Her face has shrapnel scars running up the right side, and whatever hair she has is held back in a light balaclava. Probably wears it to stop her hair getting caught in the helmet. The viewing galleries I remember from my
own bachelorhood still line the edges of the courtyard, though most of the inmates are watching the monitors rather than the cooking area.
Justinia
slowly stows her gun, picks up her crab bucket and stands.
The Midwestern Brotherhood are the ones who originally killed the Calculator, fighting their way through a legion of both combat androids and other varieties of robot to destroy the AI. The only record of their presence here now is the remains of a crashed blimp and the graveyard Elder Brixley of the Maxson Chapter had dug for the bodies of those who died in Vault 0; they had to massively overextend to reach this far from their headquarters, and there was never any chance that they could hold the territory. It's quite understandable that the C-22s are getting an even stronger response from her than the abduction alone.
I frown at the unique C-22. "How did she get back here so quickly? I thought you were sending everyone a little further afield."
A dog, a gun and frying pan. "Impressive lateral thinking combined with psychotic ruthlessness!"
"Oh? Do tell."
A bowl of brown meat. "'First name not found' McKinley's challenge was to make dog food!" A happy-looking dog. "It's food, made from dogs!" The number 9. "While the original task suggested breaking into Vault Nine, she was not actually required to do so!"
I smile politely as Justinia occupies one of the other ranges. "Vault Nine?"
"Vault-Tec was committed to preserving as many of citizens as could pay to be preserved! While Federal Law prohibited bringing animals into the Vaults, Vault Nine was designated an experimental Vault and opened for canine inhabitation! Some of those rich people really loved their dogs!"
"Vault Nine is a dog vault?"
"I know! I was surprised too! If the Hangdogs had known about it, they'd have rushed Wyoming instead of bothering
WARDENpoos!"
Two hearts and a picture of WARDEN's avatar.
I frown. "How did they stay fed for two hundred years?"
A test tube. "Dog food is chemically simple!" A protectron. "Dog food dispensing robots provided both physical and mental stimulation!" A sound wave. "And sonic emitters to discourage bad behaviour!"
I nod. "And I take it that Miss McKinley found some dogs closer?"
Three light bulbs. "She attacked the prison kennels! Even taking into account the time it took to remove their cybernetic implants, that still represented a significant decrease in time expenditure! I will patch out that exploit for the next episode! ODYSSEUS is
really upset!"
McKinley snorts. "Try headhunting me without a contract offer, don't be surprised if I liquidate your assets."
I take a few steps closer to the cooking area. "You seem to be a good deal calmer?"
"Way the Legion's profit/loss account looks, Lanius is gunna be a free agent before the end of the year. I'll still
dog everyone
else, but he's a decent transfer prospect."
"Well then I.. wish you all the best."
"Besides, I'm a winner. I've been Chief for eleven years now, and my end-of-year reports are always in the black. No way I'm a fast-follower for
these bitches."
I nod, then turn back to the robot. "New chassis?"
A circuit board. "Andrea Brixley was able to decode Calculator's data networks!" An image of the robot. "We are now able to produce C-Twenty Seven combat androids!" An American flag. "The most advanced combat robots in America!" A steel plate. "Armor!" A sonar scan. "Sensors!" A curling bicep. "Speed and strength!" A radio antennae. "Networking capacity and rapid weapon integration! They can't be beaten!" Thinker image. "One on one! Overwhelming numbers in power armor experimentally draw against them!"
"I'll be interested to-."
"And now it's time for your interference penalty!"
"I didn't agree not to participate."
"My set, my rules! And we need high-paced action during the slow cooking section!"
I frown. "Alright, what-?"
There's a
creak of grinding metal above me, then a
thud behind me. I half-turn as
a huge man I don't recognise in Legion armour-.
I lean and turn my head and his right fist
still hits my cheek, rocking my head back! I fall, rolling as he tries to stomp me and then rise to my feet with my arms raised defensively.
Lanius
glowers at me. "
Witch-man."
"Never heard what your original name was." I try reaching out for his mind, and have to bite down as my brain
aches and my stomach
roils. "But I doubt it matters whether you die here or in Arizona with Mister Sallow."
"You may be strong, but it is strength you took from the ghosts of the past, not a strength you have earned. You live a life of peace while I have known only war."
"You grew big and strong from strength you were born with. I had to
work to get this potion to work, whereas you've learned precisely
nothing since the Legion conquered the Hidebarks. Even Sallow couldn't teach you actual
strategy. You're an attack dog, feral and
rabid."
"I will make a
banner of your hide."
He comes at me fists raised, and I charge to meet him.