Feeling his incinerator connect with the asshole wastelander, and sending him flying into a wall was a strangely cathartic experience for Scott. He didn't realize how much he was bottling up at that moment, and he could feel his blood pressure drop a bit. Still, he cursed at himself for having been sloppy enough to be caught off-guard like that. So caught up in what he had to do that he lost all sense of where he was and what he was already doing. Rookie mistake. If the would-be robber had half a clue what he was doing, Scott could have been dead. For letting his guard down like that, he damn well deserved to be dead. That thought made something painful unsettle in his gut, though. He really needed to get streetside to check out what was left of the vertibird. Still, he had learned his lesson about venturing out alone.

He heard the girl, Elysia, coming down the steps after him. He looked back to the wastelander, clearly unconscious. Scott spat in his direction, muttering, "Dumb fuck." Elysia gave Scott a gentle admonishment for running off on his own, before yanking the idiot out of the wall and rummaging through his belongings. Normally Scott would take great exception to having been scolded by some wastelander bitch, but he already knew that he deserved it. That was a dumb play, and dumb plays out here got you killed.

"Yeah, sorry." He muttered, somewhat embarrassed. "Got a little ahead of myself. Forgot I couldn't watch my own back." He checked his weapon, and finding it still satisfactory, he took a few steps closer to the exit of the building. "Ready when you are." He called back to the girl.

Reynolds glanced at a nearby signpost that read Megaton and an arrow pointing left. He decided that this would be as good a place as any to get some information on the area and a rough layout of the land, maybe even a bed to rest in for the night. Suddenly, a window to the right of him smashed, followed by the unmistakable crack of rifle fire. James dived behind a nearby car as the assailant poured a stream of steady fire over the top of the car. He fired two shots from his trail carbine in the general direction of the fire, but the attacker didn’t relent on their efforts to kill him. James evaluated his situation. The attacker was clearly perched upon high ground somewhere, so he would have to be extremely lucky to get a killing blow in if he stayed hidden behind the car, but at the same time, he also had James pinned down. Realising it was hopeless to try and fight from here, his eyes quickly scanned for an escape route, looking to get out of there before the attacker realised that they held the advantage. Eventually his eyes set upon a pair of doors up ahead leading. Getting to the doors wouldn’t be easy. The route to the doors was open ground that offered no cover. If he was to make it, he would have to sprint across the open ground and hope the attacker wasn’t a particularly good shot. He smiled at himself as he thought about this, looking to the smashed window next to the car. Can’t be that good of shot, he thought.
Deciding it was now or never, he fired a final volley of two more shots and darted across the open ground. Dust to the right of him was kicked up as a bullet slammed into the ground next to him.
Almost there, come on you can do it! His mind kept telling him. What had looked only a moment ago to be a short distance seemed not to be the case anymore as he had felt like he had been running for ages. Without warning, he fell to the ground as a searing pain shot through his leg.
The bastard got me. He actually fucking got me! He looked down towards his leg, where a hole had now developed in his trousers. Blood was slowly oozing from the wound underneath the material, leaving a large stain around the bullet hole. A ping as a bullet hit a nearby lamppost shook him out of his panicked state, and his mind was now even more determined to reach the doors. Using his carbine for support, he attempted a weak run towards the door, avoiding placing as much weight on his wounded leg as possible.

SMASH!

A window above him smashed, showering him with small shards of glass, tearing neat little cuts into his raised arms. Reynolds cried out in pain as a few shards of glass embedded themselves into his skin. This is turning into one of the shittiest ideas you have ever had! He thought, scolding himself for his naivety in assuming the guy was an amateur.
After what seemed like an eternity Reynolds eventually reached the door, throwing his whole body weight towards it. The doors crashed open, revealing the inside of what was once a school, a torn banner across the top reading Springvale. Reynolds slammed the doors shut and collapsed in front of them, planning his next move.

A bustling crowd of bodies stood huddled together in Park Square, the roaring murmur of conversation blazing in the air. Tall white buildings, cracked and devastated by the Nuclear Warheads which had fallen over 200 years ago, ran around the heard like some titanic fence of concrete and glass, dotting the dilapidated landscape.

A makeshift wooden stage had been erected around an old lamppost, and it was there that the crowd's attention was fixed. A tall, lean man in a crisp black suit stood upon the platform, flanked by two seemingly human Android guards in sleek body armour, clutching assault rifles. Between the trio, a hempen rope tied loosely around her neck and fastened to the rickety lamppost, stood Harriet Byron, known to most as 'Bloody Harriet', her closely-cropped blue curls tumbling down around her shoulders.

The man in the suit raised his hand for silence, and a tide of quiet swept through the crowd almost instantly.

"Before you," he bellowed, his voice echoing out in to the surrounding streets "stands the individual who is responsible for spreading so much misery and devastation throughout our sealed community."

The crowd's collective gaze was fixed upon Bloody Harriet, who looked entirely indifferent about the whole situation, her lithe shoulders relaxed and slopping casually.

"The Commonwealth is a land stricken by turmoil and strife," Doctor Edmund Wallace continued, adjusting his flimsy glass spectacles "and it is because of people such as -HER-" the Doctor cast one accusing hand shakily at Harriet "that the people of Massachusetts continue to live in fear, unable to rebuild their shattered lives!"

The two Androids moved forwards in militaristic unison, seizing Harriet tightly by each arm.

"The end of this woman's life marks the closing of another terrible chapter in our blackened history, and a chance at moving on, and building something worthy of envy amidst the ruins of this once great nation!"

A calm mutter of approval rose up from the crowd, rippling from person to person.

Wallace composed himself, striding confidently over to Harriet, his smart black shoes clicking lightly on the wooden stage beneath him.

"D'you have any finale words?" He asked calmly.

Harriet slowly raised her gentle head, locking eyes with Doctor Wallace, and letting her voice ring out across the square.

"Does your wife know?"

A babble of confused chatter flowed through the heard, and Doctor Wallace made some uncomfortable stammering, his cheeks flushing dark red.

"Put an end to her." He spluttered, nodding vigorously at the Androids.

The two soldiers gave Harriet a sharp shove, and she went tumbling down off of the stage, wretched upwards in the air by the noose around her neck, her feet dangling wildly above the ground.



The immense glass table at the centre of the vast room shone brightly, polished to a zealous glistening. The Board of Project Revenant sat calmly in their lush leather seats, awaiting the arrival of the Project Director.

Chairman Fell stepped in to the room a few moments later, his arrival prophesised by the clattering of his footsteps in the corridors beyond. At the Chairman's heel was a woman with the face of Harriet Byron, her slender body clad in Pre-war business attire which had been scavenged from the ruins of Boston.

"Its true then," Doctor Marston observed dryly "Subject 52 was a succes."

"Despite all of his alleged expertise, Doctor Wallace was incapable of living up to expectations in regards to the Revenant Project." Fell announced to the room "His untimely suicide ultimately laid the foundations for my takeover, and our glorious succes."

"To the memory of Doctor Wallace, then." Doctor Selmy said half-sarcastically, raising his water glass above his head.

"Gentlemen," Chairman Fell continued "I present to you...Synthetia 52."

All eyes fell upon the Android, who stood calmly besides the Chairman, her mechanical eyes scanning the room.

"Good God, it looks just like Harriet Byron..." Doctor Sullivan, one of the oldest members of the board declared, horror ebbing away at his frail voice.

"I believe that was part of my design." Synthetia 52 spoke up, her voice cold and mocking.

"You couldn't stop her answering back then, huh Fell?" Doctor Marston sneered.

"Under Doctor Wallace's supervision, Synthetias one through to thirty nine were responsible for the deaths of seven of our scientists," Chairman Fell replied calmly "I'd say abit of sass is a fair substitute for having to scrub brain matter out of the floor tiles."

"How does she perform?" Doctor Sullivan asked.

"I wasn't designed for sexual encounters." Synthetia 52 smirked.

"I meant in c-combat..." Sullivan stammered, slightly put-off.

"Dear, don't pick on the good doctor, just because he's an easy target." Chairman Fell grinned, before addressing the room once more "Subject 52 has exceeded even my own expectations. Her efficiency in dispatching the volunteers was unlike anything I've ever experienced. I believe she's more than capable of being utilized to deal with the Washington problem."

"You're already proposing we deploy her?" Doctor Marston frowned "official procedure dictates at least another three months of testing."

"This 'Enclave' is more well-equipped than Doctor Zimmer led us to believe." Fell stated bluntly "If we are to expand our influence south, then we cannot delay any longer."


Synthetia 52 sat atop a clear white counter in one of the many underground laboratories which ran beneath the ruins of Boston, whilst one of the Institute engineers briefed her on her gear for the mission ahead.

"This," Paul Yelberton was saying "is what was colloquially known as a Shock Sword ."

Paul was holding a long, slender steel blade with an ornate golden handle. A small switch was attached to the weapon, and when Yelberton flicked it a pulsating current of brilliant blue energy crackled upwards across the blade. He flicked the switch once more, and the surge of power dispersed.

"One of the Chinese paratrooper units was deployed to Boston, way-back-when, right before the bombs fell. The Institute predates the Great War, and even then our technological expertise was legendary, so its no surprising that the squints wanted to get their hands on some of our gadgets," the engineer gestured wildly with his hands as he spoke, which Synthetia's neurological computer deduced as being a display of mild aspergers.

"Ironically, we ended up learning a few new tricks from them, which also leads on to your next piece of equipment..."

On a nearby table, a crisp white suit of body armour was stretched out. The suit had slick grey padding, and a series of wires and blinking lights criss-crossed its rubbery mass.

"This is something I'm rather proud of; modified Chinese Stealth Armour." He beamed "an improvement on the kind used by their Dragoons in the Sino-American war. When activated, the suit will make you completely invisible, and un-noticeable to the human eye, which is really fucking cool."

One of the hingeless steel doors at the far end of the lab slid open with a brilliant mechanical whirr, and a tall, slim figure in a hand-tailored grey suit stepped in to the room.

"Ah, Chairman Fell!" Paul Yelberton shot to his feet, standing to attention almost immediately.

"Good Afternoon, Paul." Fell smiled politely "Could you give Subject 52 and I the room?"

"Why, of course, sir!" He bleeped.

The engineer quickly went scurrying off, leaving Synthetia and Chairmen Fell alone.

"I apologies if Engineer Yelberton bored you, my dear." said Chairman Fell "He does tend to natter and babble."

Synthetia jumped down from the counter, standing upright "The information he supplied me with was useful, and he is clearly passionate about his work. If only he possessed any great skill in his field, then he would be a splendid asset to the Institute."

Chairman Fell looked her up and down with his slim emerald eyes, taking in her form in not-so-subtle gulps.

"You truly are remarkable..." He mused, fixing in on her.

"I've grown as tired of shallow and pointless compliments as Harriet had." The Android replied coldly.

Chairman Fell didn't skip a beat, gazing at her in fascination "You have access to her old thoughts, then?"

"I can feel her moving around in here," She said nonchalantly "like a second set of thoughts plastered to the back of my skull, or a voice perched on my shoulder."

"What does she ask you to do?"

"Things that my security protocols would prevent me from enacting."

Fell smirked ever-so-slightly "There's a lot riding on you, my dear. Show them all that my faith in you isn't misplaced."



The Vertibird touched down in the Capital Graveyard after a few solid days of travel, and Synthetia 52 was soon setting out across the desolate wasteland.

She watched a few raiders whisk by from her vantage point behind a particularly large rock, and saw a Yao Gui tear a merchant clean in two.

The sun was low in the grimy grey sky when a loud bleeping began echoing through her ears, signaling an incoming call to her head-piece.

"Subject 52," Chairman Fell's voice crackled over the radio "we've had confirmation of a downed Enclave transport, several clicks from your location. Make sure there are no survivors."

The brotherhood person seemed to be incredibly busy at the moment and since he seemed to have not reacted to her question, the girl decided that he most likely did not hear her. Deciding it was a good thing, she quickly took a few steps back and put away the gun she took from the dead enclave soldier into her backpack. Everyone around her seemed times better equipped than her, and considering the crazy EMP field emitter they had set up and the institute people here, she decided one pistol won’t miss to anyone. ‘Wait… why are there such EMP field emitter and Institute people here!? Actually why do I even know those things!?’ She suddenly realized that and made a puzzled expression. From time to time it seemed certain things shook her memories and she was able to recall bits and pieces. It was the same when she recalled about the vertibird earlier too. Just what was she doing before she lost her memories anyways?!

Tasha quickly shook her head to get away from her thoughts and still feeling sick, she slowly walked away from the carnage at the marketplace, making her way outside to get a few breaths of fresh( as much as you can call it) air.

Making sure she was not kicking any of the enclave plasma weapons on her way out, she finally made her way outside. The soldiers in power armor who were outside also were fried, she took a look at the vertibird. There was no way for it to escape the same fate as it’s occupants who descended on the city earlier. Still, maybe it wasn’t going to be a bad idea to poke at it. The birdie’s electronics may have been fried, but there was bound to be something useful there, problem was that the people from Rivet city most likely will claim it as entirely theirs so she had to be quick about it.

Using the chaos that was currently going on, she quickly snuck away to the dead vertibird and after making sure no one was looking in her direction, she quickly jumped inside. As expected the bird was dead along with all electronics inside it. Still there was some things to salvage about it. The medical kit was intact so she pulled 2 stimpaks from it. There were about 5 of them, but she decided to leave the rest for when the people from Rivet city began salvaging the vertibird. Besides that, there wasn’t anything else much of use in the flying transport… just before she was about to leave it, she noticed a single broken enclave power armor helmet. After a quick thought, she decided to take it with her. One of it’s visors was broken and it had a lot of missing pieces, but with some tinkering and a paint over, it was going to prove useful thing to have. Especially when you don’t want to get shot in the head!

After taking a quick peek outside to see of someone was looking in her direction, Tasha quickly jumped outside the dead vertibird and hastily made her way back in Rivet city. She needed some paint… and perhaps a tool or two if she manage to convince someone to lend her those.

Elysia looked at the soldier, who was now waiting for instead of proceeding on his journey. How kind of him, she thought sarcastically, although she did feel a modicum of genuine appreciation for his action, even if it was a calculated measure.

He was, essentially, beckoning her to leave this building and the unconscious bandit, but Elysia wasn’t quite as willing to leave this bandit alone as the soldier was. After all, the bandit would, most likely, wake up and vow revenge sooner or later. What was that thing her mom used to say? ‘A stitch in time saves nine’, that was it. Except now the stitch was this goon laying here before her and the nine other stitches were the bullets this thug would shoot at her.

Elysia quickly mused over her options. She didn’t particularly want to kill this guy, her mind recalling her experience the last time she had to grapple with taking another human’s life. She thought of taking all his weapons or ammunition, but dismissed it, as she wasn’t particularly fond of being breaking her back anytime soon. She thought of her remaining options, and, noting how she hadn’t seen any sort of rope within the bandit’s backpack, she finally decided it would be easiest to leave him, as dangerous as it was.

Elysia stepped over the body as she continued down the stairs. She gripped her weapon tighter as she made her way down, soon reaching her new companion. She gave a cursory glance back at the thief before she reached the exit of the building.

“Let's go,” she uttered as she passed the soldier, “you gotta find your Vertibird, don’t you?” Elysia continued down until she stood by the door to the building. She stared at the dusty and rust-worn apparatus of the door. She pushed on the panel gently, the door giving a loud CREEEEAK as it opened. The gloomy light of the wasteland greeted her as she stepped outside. She felt a light breeze envelop her from the east as she looked around at the decrepit husks of metal and concrete that surrounded her.

In all that commotion, she forgot where the Vertibird had actually crashed. Elysia looked back at the soldier, holding the door. “Lead the way, friend,” she offered, her smile obscured by the fabric of her mask. She figured it would aid her in the long run if she was nice to this soldier. At the very least, it would lower the chances of being captured herself. She glanced once more at the wasteland around her, wary of any movement. She hoped those Super mutants weren’t a curious bunch.

Elysia caught back up to Scott fairly quickly. It seemed that she chose not to rob the would-be robber. It didn't concern Scott what she did with the dumbass, he only mildly hoped that she had taken the chance to strangle him to death or something. It would most likely save them from a future pain in the ass. Whatever, forget about it. Scott hefted his incinerator into a better position for firing, the pistons in his armor hissing quietly. He slowly stepped out of the building and into the ruined city. The harsh, flat light of the wasteland stung his eyes, but he squinted and quickly checked the corners around the outside of the building. He signaled to Elysia by glancing back at her and flicking his head forward, and continued down the street.

It was only a short walk to the Vertibird, but Scott was on full alert. Having the girl watch his back was an immense help, but he couldn't afford to be sloppy any more. He was still tingling a bit from the realization of how close to death he had been three times in the last hour, and he very strongly did not feel like bumping the count to four. Hypervigilant, he scanned the street with a measured level of scrutiny; both wary of details that could be amiss, and not overly focused as to lose his peripheral vision.

Even so, the walk was still short, and Scott made it to the building containing the crashed vertibird without incident. Waiting for Elysia to follow up behind him, he stood at the door. Once she had caught up, he ducked in through the door. He checked the corners, and then tried to track down the vertibird. Judging by the smell of burning fuel not far from here, he assumed it was close. He followed the trail of launched debris and the sound of fires up a flight of stairs and across two rooms until he found the wreck.

Destroyed. All of it, ruined. The vertibird was utterly mangled, its cockpit caved in, the cab burst open and its legs and propellers warped in random directions. That wasn't the worst thing, though. Not by far. Six bodies were strewn across the room. Power armor was cracked, burned and destroyed. Limbs and heads were missing from bodies. None were recognizable, but he could account for six persons. Plus the pilot, who presumably was in the flattened cockpit. Scott dropped his incinerator, which hit the floor loudly. His fist clenched, power armor straining with the strength of his grip. He didn't cry. Not now, not here. He bit his tongue and swallowed hard. He was still in danger, he needed to move on. Scott tried to assure himself that he already knew that this was what he was going to find. But why this? Why did this happen? He clenched his jaw even harder, so that he heard his teeth grind. Grief would come later. Action came now.

He stowed his incinerator properly, and grimly set about collecting the bodies. Most were quite heavy in power armor, but he dragged all of them into the same approximate locations. One by one he laid them next to each other, setting lost limbs and such with whomever he could best guess that they had come from. Scott collected six gun, and set them in six(ish) pairs of hands. He collected six sets of dogtags, stowing them in a pouch on his armor. He gave a silent prayer to whatever God watched over America and the Enclave, and gave them one last salute.

That was enough. He had spent a good chunk of time on this, and he needed to move on. In several meanings of the words. Scott knelt down and picked up a discarded plasma grenade. This would be useful. He turned to Elysia with a deep weariness in his voice. "Take whatever you feel like," He said quietly. "But don't touch their guns or armor. We need to get going."

Synthetia 52 was quick to make her way to her objective, moving swiftly through the desolate immensity of the Capital Graveyard. Rubble and debris littered the streets; huge chunks of charred rock and twisted metal strewn across grimy stone roads.

She spotted the pair from her vantage point in the crumbled ruins of an old office building, gazing down at them from the fifth floor.

One of them was most certainly Enclave, but there was a woman with him who didn’t seem to quite fit the bill. They were slinking about the broken carcass of a Vertibird, visible to her through a gaping hole in the building opposite.

The Android gazed down the sights of her modified assault rifle. She could probably line up a clear shot, but there was no way her rounds would puncture the trooper’s power armor quickly enough, and then she’d be completely exposed.

“Skin burning…brain melting. It hurts to remember.” A deep, thick voice boomed through the cracked plaster walls, prompting Synthetia to quickly whir around.

A huge shadow, reflecting some sort of lumbering beast covered in rippling muscle, fell upon the doorway, as heavy plodding footsteps came thundering towards her.

Synthetia darting across the room sliding into cover behind the tattered remains of an old support beam, as the brutish taint-ridden face of a Super Mutant came snarling and snapping into view.

The immense goliath plodded slowly into the room, its bestial form clad in motley scraps of metal armour, sniffing frantically at the air like it had some sort of incurable cold.

The Android gently unsheathed her Shock Sword, wrapping her hand delicately around its hilt as she ever-so-slowly pulled it free from its scabbard.

The Super Mutant trudged past her support beam, a giant Super-Sledge fastened to his back by straps and buckles.

Synthetia darted out from cover, leaping forwards and plunging the energised steel into its muscular back. The beast let out a howling roar as the blade pierced its tough hide, its arms flailing about wildly as scores of electricity burrowed beneath his flesh.

One monstrous hand shot backwards, gripping hold of the Android and hurling her through the air. She just about managed to tear the shock sword from the creatures back before she was sent tumbling down, down, down, out of the gaping tear in the side of the building. Synthetia felt the world whizz by, concrete and rubble tumbling past, as she went flying towards the wreckage of the Vertibird which lay bellow, and the pair who were scavenging through it.

She landed with a powerful ‘CRASH!’ smashing into the side of the flaming transport, before rolling limply onto the cold stone floor.

Using the chaos going on with everyone going in and out to do their jobs, Tasha quickly found herself back in Rivet city’s market with the broken enclave power armor helmet. It took her a little bit of time to convince the weapon store owner, but eventually she managed to get herself a few of his tools to use under his supervision. Thus began her tinkering with the helmet. The girl wanted to do this fast and leave Rivet city as fast as possible. For a reason unknown to her, she felt that staying here with all the Institute people around was bound to end in problem for her. She didn’t know why she felt this way, but felt it in her gut as people sometimes said. Bottom line was she needed to get this over with and leave fast. Initially she planned to stick around the brotherhood person, he seemed well equipped to deal with trouble and maybe was going to be enough for her to survive if she moved with him, but he seemed busy, so she had to return to surviving on her own.

Tasha sat behind the corner of the weapon shop, away from people’s gazes and began dismantling the helmet she had. Luckily it was already damaged to a degree and it wasn’t hard to turn into pieces. Most of it was made from a sold piece of metal, probably using a mold, but she still managed to pull out the breather unit from it and the remove the remaining lense. Originally she planned to use the helm for protection herself, but the fact it was made too sold, meant it was heavy and she didn’t want to carry it all the time. Instead with the breather unit removed from it, she realized she may be able to make a portable rebreather that will allow her to breath for a time in places people normally couldn’t, like in water or gazed out rooms. Sadly she didn’t have the needed parts in the helmet alone as the breathing unit also worked in conjunction with the rest of the armor, but parts for a makeshift one, weren’t going to be too hard to find… hopefully.

With her work done in dismantling the helmet, she put the useful breather unit from it in her backpack, and left the solid metal piece behind. She thanked the shop owner for letting her use the tools and quickly began making her way to leave Rivet city probably for good. She wanted as far away from the institute guys as possible.

As she stepped away from the carrier, she smiled. There were bound to have interesting things in the wasteland beyond the places she had explored previously, which wasn’t much actually. She rarely moved too far away from the city before, now she had to. If she kept to the shadows and was careful enough, she should have had too much of troubles. Like this with smile and her new acquisitions she headed into the wasted town.

Mr. Smarty sat beside the workbench in the Marketplace, with some junk dealer tinkering on him. A power surge went down the wrong circuit and, while it didn't cause permanent damage, it did turn off one of his eyes. "I believe that is enough, sir." said Mr. Smarty. "You just cross-circuited one of my eyes."

"Sorry," said the man in the motorcycle helmet. "I think I know what I did wrong."

"Please just close me up, sir. I am concerned that the repairs I now require are beyond your skills."

"Ok, then," the man said, closing Mr. Smarty up while Mr. Smarty counted out the caps. "Come again if you need any more repairs."

Mr. Smarty left the caps on the table and floated away, not bothering to respond to the man. One of the visitors to the city had just left the market place and he was determined to catch her. He managed to do so just off of the platform outside of Rivet City. "Excuse me, ma'am. I was wondering if I could travel with you for an indefinite period of time. Between Rivet city's use of EMP weapons and the inept mechanical skills of its residents, I doubt I can survive there for long, and you seem to have the necessary mechanical skills to keep me in good repair. I could be useful to you as well, as my laser emitter can be recharged off of a fission battery, one of which I carry, allowing you to save on ammunition use, especially against weak enemies such as molerats. I also have skills in science, repair, and bartering, in case you need to make use of those."

Hopefully she would allow him to follow her. Otherwise he would have to try and make his way to Megaton or discover where the Brotherhood currently had a base. He might even be forced to join a group of Outcasts or the Institute.

"Ohh it's you again!" Natasha exclaimedas the hovering robot frok earlier approached her." Mr. Smarty, I rememberee that right?" She asked with a smile, considering his question. It was a very logical qustion actually, ue just wanted to be in decent shape." Of course you can! I will be happy to have you around! I will give my best to keep you in as best condition my skills allow! " She stated with a happy voice. She took a liking to the robot since she saw him earlier, he looked so cool. She was going to accept his request to travel with him even if he didnt have all the cool equipment. He seemed like a nice and knowledgeable company.

"Ahh yes, that EMP emitter is quite insane of a set up! It takes time to get such device operatal. The institute probably plans to use Rivet city as a base, cause that EMP field is a defensive weapon... I don't like those institute people, they give me the chills." Tasha said, taking a last look at the citybehind them. She felt a little bit of sorrow, leaving it behind. After all, it was all she knew since she woke in the middle of nowhere. She ha heard stories about what else was out there in the wastes, but never ventured too far from Rivet city.

"Tell me, Mr. Smarty, have you traveled a lot?" Tasha asked him as the walked the road. Well she walked, he was hovering next to her. For some reason she found it funny, but it did make her wonder what it is to hover and fly around. Sometimes she felt desire to soar in the skies like a bird." I barely remember my past from before a few weeks ago and since then i haven't really ventured far from this town... Where do you propose we head to?"

" I propose we head to the town of Megaton. I hear it's decently protected and one can live relatively safely there. Frankly, even if I want to explore a lot, I lack equipment for it. Look at me, all I have are the cloths on my back and just a littly of supplies." She said and looked at herself." If I'm lucky, I may find some armor at least in Megaton. Maybe they will have something old and ragged enough so even I can buy... Hehehe...." She laughed at her own lack of money.