"Yes well... I'm a bit of an idiot..."
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One month prior.
"Where are we?" asked Cassidy. The large bald man in leather armor walked up next to his freind Sulik, the tribal with a loooong bone stuck through his nose. "eh? Bone-nose?" Cassidy taunted him playfully. "We and I will give a nice a nighty-nighty!" Sulik raised his huge fist and flexed his incredibly well muscled arm, showing cords popping out. "Vault 13..." The traveller walked up to the pair, interupting their escalating joking. He was wearing Metal Armor, with a large part in the back that had been put their by an Enclave's Plasma Gun. Burn marks covered its surface, and even a small caliber bullet had been stopped and placed permanantly in one of the metal plates. An old worn vault 13 suit covered the traveller beneath him. The number 13 and word Martin, Alex plainly showed across the Back adn front, each respectivly. "What's so special about this place anyway?" asked Myron. The little shit was a drug designer, a good one, a smart kid, but a horny little wretch nonetheless, and a coward through and through. "It's my ancestor's home. The beggining of my tribe. Our salvation." Vic piped in. "Wow, the world of Fallout 2 is a fun world." Cassidy, Sulik, the Traveller, and Myron all looked at the graying bearded man strangely,. "What?" they asked in unison. "nothing." Vic said quickly. The five walked down the well-lit corridor. A clock on the side fo the wall clearly said that the time was 3:09 am. "Marcus!" yelled the traveller. "WHAT!" Marcus called back. "Come here... a door needs breaking." A huge, 7 foot tall Super mutant walked out. He was wearing over-sized leather armor, weilding a flamethrower, and his green mottled skin and didainful smell made even "bone-nose" shun away from him. But they had all come to call the mayor of Broken Hills freind, and trusted him with his life. The Master was long dead, and Super Mutants no longer posed a threat. "Sure thing boss." he said to the traveller. Marcus kicked at a door labeled control room. The door dented inwards at the incredible pressure of the giant super-mutants super-human strength, even though the door was a foot thick of titanium. the door flew off of its hinges and flew across the control room. The room was empty except for a dedicated guard who rushed to find the noise only to be picked up by the throat and dangled helplessly by Marcus. "Who are you?" asked the Traveller calmly. "John. Im a real dumbass sir. really, im a little priss, Don't kill me. Im dedicated to my lord, the overseer, and didnt realize that i would be... attacked in the middle of the ngiht. Ill never leave my POST!" Vic snorted, while Cassidy actually laughed. The Traveller concealed his true feeligns towards the dark skinned coward. "You're either very dedicated or a dumbas... i vote for dumbass! Kil him." Marcus snapped his neck with his pinkie. "What's this?" asked Cassidy, touching a weird chip hooked into a computer labeled Water Chip control. "DON-" the water chip snapped in half, and they allr eturned to their own time, 75 years in the future.