Half PintHenry was swearing and chain-smoking through most of the trip, his Keyblbade...Atom...was rattling as it rested between his legs in the gummi ship.
"Wait...how the hell do I know this thing's name?" he only had a few moments to ponder the question as the ship began to slow, aproaching what had to be the fanciest joint he'd ever seen in his life. Not that there was much to compete with it back home. It was even bigger than any of the casinos in New Reno, and he was sure it was bigger even than the Lucky 38 in New Vegas. He couldn't help but gawk like a country bumpkin at the sight of it all.
"Sonuvabitch...never seen a place that was...all in tact before." He mused as he flicked his fourth cigarette in half an hour aside into the grass. Actual, honest to the Good Lord above green grass. He felt bad for having sullied it now with the butt of his smoke, and knelt down to pick it up before he saw another group of aliens. They were just as weird as Mickey was. The first looked like a giant, walking, talking dog that sounded like he was a heavy user of mentats. Then there was a rabbit about the same size as Mickey, along with some sort of weird, white bird that also seemed as sentient as him.
And then there was the man in the blue cloak and hat. He looked a whole lot like the shadowy bastards, Heartless, that he'd fought earlier, if the black face and golden eyes were anything to go by. But he wasn't attacking them, and Mickey didn't seem bothered with him, so he figured that he might as well assume the best of this one. Slowly, he approached the Heartless-looking guy with one hand extended, Atom at rest and pointed firmly away from anyone else with the other.
"So...guessin' you're 'bout as clueless to this as I am. Glad I ain't alone there. Henry Sullivan, some folk jus' call me Big Hank." Polite, friendly, the usual with strangers in a non-threatening situation. Best way to do things. "Curious myself as to what these things are."
"Wait...how the hell do I know this thing's name?" he only had a few moments to ponder the question as the ship began to slow, aproaching what had to be the fanciest joint he'd ever seen in his life. Not that there was much to compete with it back home. It was even bigger than any of the casinos in New Reno, and he was sure it was bigger even than the Lucky 38 in New Vegas. He couldn't help but gawk like a country bumpkin at the sight of it all.
"Sonuvabitch...never seen a place that was...all in tact before." He mused as he flicked his fourth cigarette in half an hour aside into the grass. Actual, honest to the Good Lord above green grass. He felt bad for having sullied it now with the butt of his smoke, and knelt down to pick it up before he saw another group of aliens. They were just as weird as Mickey was. The first looked like a giant, walking, talking dog that sounded like he was a heavy user of mentats. Then there was a rabbit about the same size as Mickey, along with some sort of weird, white bird that also seemed as sentient as him.
And then there was the man in the blue cloak and hat. He looked a whole lot like the shadowy bastards, Heartless, that he'd fought earlier, if the black face and golden eyes were anything to go by. But he wasn't attacking them, and Mickey didn't seem bothered with him, so he figured that he might as well assume the best of this one. Slowly, he approached the Heartless-looking guy with one hand extended, Atom at rest and pointed firmly away from anyone else with the other.
"So...guessin' you're 'bout as clueless to this as I am. Glad I ain't alone there. Henry Sullivan, some folk jus' call me Big Hank." Polite, friendly, the usual with strangers in a non-threatening situation. Best way to do things. "Curious myself as to what these things are."