* Cooper and Y/N *
Cooper Howard has wondered the Mojave wasteland for over 200 years becoming as wild and hardened as the land itself... He never expected regain his humanity when he meets Y/N or to feel the softness and warmth of skin under his f...
I'm taking her to Vault City, a small but nonetheless super high-tech settlement up in Northern Nevada. If I'm honest, they're all up themselves, full of their own highfalutin processes and procedures... of all the things that should have died during the apocalypse.
It was set up by the folks from Vault 8 after the Great War. Vault City is most famous for its super advanced medical technology, which is exactly what we're gonna need.
If her daddy is going to New Vegas like I think he is, we're gonna need to pick up the items that I left here a long time ago.
Getting into VC can be problematic, especially for a ghoul. After the founders came out of Vault 8, things were pretty good for a while. But then, they had some trouble with the nuclear power plant, Gecko. The plant was leaking radioactive waste into the groundwater. Those folks who drank the water got sick, and Vault City sure found it could lead to serious health issues for everyone.
The serious health conditions included yours truly.
They blamed the ghouls from Gecko for the whole mess and hated them... But this was a long time ago. But people never change.
We're heading downtown where non-citizens can trade, but we ain't gonna be trusted much and tolerated less.
Heading to the gate guard, we pass through chain metal fences, barriers, and obstructions all intended to keep people out.
We need to get a pass to be there during the day, and I ain't fixing to stay here till nightfall.
I drop several caps on the ledge where the gate guard works.
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The sub-amenities desk clerk simply pushes them out of the way with a pen.
Y/N is revelling in following the process and formality of the facade. He continues to ask a series of questions: Name, DOB, faction affiliation, notable tattoos, number of intact teeth...
"Can we hurry this on" He completely ignores me.
He finally gets to me. "Name," he doesn't even look up from his desk. "Cooper Howard," I enunciate every syllable. "Date of birth," he scratches the words down. "7th April..." I twist the bottle cap in my hand. "Yes," he pauses with his pen poised. "I'm an Aries," I say and wink at Y/N. "Year?" he finally looks up at me. "2027."
He closes the binder with a snap and moves towards a trunk in the corner of the room.
"Yes, Mr. Howard. I'll have your file in here."
Dusting off the old crate, he pulls out some files until he happens upon a yellow and gray cardboard binder with a number of pages inside.
A record of my last visits, only a few misdemeanors.
Holding up a badly drawn picture, he looks from me to the picture and back again.
"I imagine you'll be wanting to get your things out of storage," he closes the lid and issues two passes through the booth window.
