War. War never changes.
In the year 1945, my great-great grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he'd get to go home to his wife and the son he'd never seen. He got his wish when the US ended World War II by dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshim...
(Here we see a certain courier approaching a diner in his modified NCR ranger armor)
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Trudy: You there. Looking for trouble?
Dallas: Just passing through
Trudy: Well, in that case, maybe you could stock up on some supplies
Dallas: I'll take 44's if you got em
Trudy: Here's a box's worth. That'll be 150 caps
Dallas: Deal
(Dallas sits down at a table, takes off his helmet, and takes a sip of whiskey from his bottle as he adjusts his revolvers)
Trudy: So, what brings the NCR all the way out here?
Dallas: I'm not NCR. It's just armor from one of their troopers I fixed up
Trudy: What brings someone from the Mojave all the way to the commonwealth?
Dallas: I'm touring the wasteland. This place was next on the list
Patrick: Mom. They're back
Trudy: Son of a bitch
(A couple of raiders walk up to the diner and draw their guns. Trudy has a shotgun in her hand)
Wolfgang: We had a deal, Trudy! Hand over the goods! You owe us!
Trudy: I ain't giving you poison-shilling chem pushers anything! Do you know what that junk has done to my boy?!
Wolfgang: He bought them fair and square, Trudy! It ain't our fault if he's strung out. Now don't make me go in there and shoot up that little trading stand of yours!
Trudy: That poison seller ain't getting his money. Period
(Dallas takes one more sip of whiskey before he grabs his stuff, puts on his helmet and walks out the door)
Wolfgang: Woah there scavver. This doesn't involve you
(Dallas's helmet eyes start glowing red)
Dallas: Quit waving that pistol in my face, or it's gonna involve me
Wolfgang: Ok ok, take it easy. We'll lower our guns, alright? Don't do anything crazy
(Dallas draws his heavy machine gun)
Dallas: Now hand over your money. All of it
Wolfgang: Just keep calm, alright? That's everything I have
(Wolfgang tosses a bag of caps to Dallas)
Simone: (Facepalm)
Dallas: Thank you
(Dallas blows Wolfgang and Simone away with his heavy machine gun. He slings it back over his shoulder as he walks back to the diner)
