Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? Bad Boyz, Bad Boyz.

Can't get that theme song from Cops out of my head now. PP you rock!

I know what my character would do



Nothing new to report from my end; business as usual. 500.000 caps saved up with an additional 10 grand on my character's person. And I agree with Renee; it does sound strange...

Had an extra session today.

Ran around the northern parts with Gunny and after the usual over-encumberance hit me I decided to walk south towards Tenpenny. On the way however we came across the Mills and instead of walking to Tenpenny we sold some stuff to Jack whom we had not seen for quite awhile.

After that we ventured to Megaton (picking up Dogmeat by Vault 101 in the process) and offloaded some trinkets worth saving. Dogmeat btw is now guarding The Brass Lantern with Jenny instead of staying all alone by 101's entrance

"Good boy Dogmeat!"

This story is told from the perspective of an NPC I made.

09:04:2277

Bea Faroni, Fort Bannister's sole merchant, loved her job. She loved being the one in charge of supplies, here in the main Talon Company conglomerate. None of this 'love' ever showed upon her face though, which remained sour and pale during all her days.

But ... poring over inventory sheets? Having almost full access the the entire Fort Bannister computer database? Never having to worry about dealing with mole rats? Or raiders? Or ... worse? There you go. Every large organization needed a good unit supplier, even covertly-plotting institutions of evil like Talon Company. Yep. Bea liked it down here just fine, where it was dark, cool, and orderly. Surrounded by dim lights, toggle switches, and men who gave her respect.

But things began to change toward the end of the summer. Some of the men were leaving Bannister, and not coming back. Commander Jabsco became crabbier than ever; his plot to take over the entire Capitol Wasteland was moving too slowly. And an annoying floozie of a female had shown up out of nowhere. Loud, brash, and way too talkative, this woman completely contrasted the regimented, military-like world of the Talon Company. She seemed totally contrary to the entire idea of Fort Bannister's soldiers, and to what being an outlaw militant was all about.

But .... because she was Sargent Jonny Talia's sister, and also rumored to be actually good with a gun, owned a Pip Boy 3000, and was good with sneaking around and just plain surviving, Janet Talia had been hired by Jabsco, sight unseen. It's just ... how did she ever manage to get anything done? Anything requiring stealth-type missions, which her brother had begun to regularly send her on? Way too loud, brash, and talkative, and uh ... matter of fact, the floozie-dame was coming down the steps into Bea's work area now...

"Hey girl, what's up?!? Whatcha been doin'? I made you a present! Wanna guess what it is?"

"Um, what is it?" Bea was not the most imaginative person in the world, and did not want to delegate even a single brain cell toward trying to make any sort of guess. Plus, just hearing the floozie's voice was giving her a small headache.

"Tah dah!!!"

"Um, what is it?"

"It's a stogie holder! You put it on your desk and it holds your stogies!"

Bea did not respond, but she did crack a hint of a smile. Already, she could just imagine Janet Talia's 'present' heaped amongst lots of random garbage, ready for burning.

"Check these out!" Janet announced, making Bea Faroni flinch. "Look at all these clothes!"

Bea struggled to keep her face straight while Janet hauled a bag down from the upper stairway. She already knew what Janet had found.

"Check out all these hot clothes woo!"

"Yes, I see."

But Bea Faroni did not see. No, she was actually about to see what she'd never imagined she'd ever see, especially down here.

Janet had found the "slut locker," Or maybe one of the guys (or Jonny) had told her about it. Earlier that summer, a group of traveling floozies had been touring across the Wasteland. Dancing girls, basically. Jabsco had heard about the troupe (which would be flying to Rivet City, and then Megaton) and had hired these girls too. The men needed some entertainment, after all. These girls had certainly put on a show, and the 500 caps Jabsco had given them was well-spent. But ...

... they had left behind an entire bag of clothes. Sexy underwear and showy dresses, mostly. All of these clothes had been packed away in one of Bannister's many lockers. Apparently Janet had discovered them. And before Beatrice knew it, the 'floozie' had completely disrobed, shocking Bannister's unit supplier. At any point, any of the men could come down those steps. Which would lead to that man calling all the others over. Pandemonium would ensue. Order would vanish.

"Look at this! Wanna try some on?" Janet called over, cracking a beer.

"Uh."

Before Bea Farnoni knew what she was in for, she was getting quite a show of her own.


Pictures thread goes with story from this point!

The slut locker! What a great background for those clothes to end up in Fort Bannister.

I seem to be learning new words from this story - stogies, floozies and of course Bea Faroni.

How fun to get an NPCs perspective on Janet!

Big Man in Big Town

If he weren’t a ghoul, girls from Big Town would gladly kiss PP Barlow on his cheek for saving the town from Super Mutants. Not only he rescued Red and Shorty from the mutant-infested police station, he also taught Big Townies how to aim, shoot & reload and in the final act he helped them repel a horde of attacking Super Mutants.

PP Barlow was the hero of the day and while he was happy to help, the ghoul couldn’t understand why everyone was making such a champion of him – he merely did what was expected of him. At 241 years of age, many of his colleagues would probably think of retirement but PP Barlow not even once thought about putting his gun down and folding his uniform before placing it on a special place in some damp dresser. No, no, as long as there were Super Mutants, raiders and other offenders roaming the Capital Wasteland, for as long he’d protect the country.

After staying in Big Town for another day to make sure that its young residents were capable of defending themselves, he headed southeast, in the direction of the DC, hoping to find some functional police station among the ruins of the town he had last visited 237 years ago.

Sorry. I just laugh when I read the "241 years of age part," I don't even know why. It's like he's going around saying "why don't they get it?" Yeah, I'd say he's long due for retirement! Pretty cool how he stayed around for awhile, teaching them how to protect themselves. Kind of ironic, too.

Seriously though, I think PP did a great job at saving those folks. All of mine have sucked at the Big Town quest so far.

Acadian: Oh yes, some character stories almost seem to shine brighter when viewed from the perspective of others. The story below is told from one of her followers' perspectives.

Lopov: Floozy and stogie (also dame) are all words which fit the lore of the game, too. These words aren't really part of modern society anymore. I only notice them in old black 'n' white movies, which is when Fallout's retro atmosphere is supposed to be based from, right?



Late summer, 2277



Benjamin David Banano (who preferred 'Ben', and further preferred to shorten his middle name to just "D"), jumped at the chance to be the one who would accompany Janet Talia, Fort Bannister's newest Talon Company recruit, across the Capital Wasteland. They'd be going to Megaton, a place Ben hadn't been in over a year. Talon Company soldiers were not welcome in that town; Ben and Janet would normally be shot on sight, matter of fact. But Sargent Jonny had made sure they'd be going there 'undercover,' and had fussed over lots of details to make sure everything would go smoothly. A covert mission, if you will.

Somewhere in or around Megaton, Janet and Ben D. Banano would be trying to locate a man who'd defected from Talon Company several weeks before. This man had defected, and had also had stolen a very valuable technical manual; one which contained several experimental weapon ideas, outlined and tested in top-secret by Talon Company. Confidential sources put the man in Megaton for sure, although he was also staying somewhere outside of town.

After leaving Bannister though, Ben began to doubt his decision. Why had he decided to accompany this tramp? It had been a rash decision. Maybe because she was so different from all the others? Maybe because she already had over a dozen rumors associated with her? And Ben wanted to be the first to prove them right or wrong? He had jumped at the chance to travel with Janet (who was one of the hottest females he'd ever met). And now he'd begun to doubt this decision.

As they walked, Janet switched something on her arm-device, and music began blaring from it, Ben D. Banano flinched. Playing any sort of radio station was a direct breach of TCR 35-aC1 (Talon Company Regulation 35-aC1). This regulation dictated that "No Talon Company militant, soldier, or regulatory enforcement employee can partake in the distractive virtues of playing, operating, or even fiddling with any sort of wireless, transmittive device while on duty." So basically, no GNR, and not even the more conservative Enclave station, nor any other non-information-gathering radio devices could be used. Not while on patrol, or assignment.

The punishment for breaking this rule wasn't very harsh, maybe a day or two of swabbing out toilets, but rules were rules.

"Say, what's that music you're playing?"

"It's Garbage!"

"Well yeah, it sounds like garbage to me, but what was that band's name?"

"Oh my god, Garbage IS their name, or at least it was. They're from, like, a zillion years ago. WE had all kinds of music stored away in our vault in West Virginia. Check out this song, it's called Stupid Girl.

Ben D. Banano bit his tongue at the irony. "Well, for your information, blaring music like that, or any kind of music at all, is a direct violation of TCR 35 dash aC1?"

Janet giggled, rolled her eyes. "What you gonna do? You gonna tell on me? You gonna tell my big brother? Ooooh, I'm so scared," she said, and cheekly-winked.

Ben reacted as though slapped. "But it's a direct violation, that I am witness to! Didn't you read the Talon Company Militant Directive?"

"Huh? ... The what?"

"[censored]."

There were other things Ben suddenly noticed. Not only was his new partner blaring music, but she was smoking, and drinking a beer...Three infractions right there, no doubt, and he was witness to it all. He regretted his decision to come along. "Why did I accept this mission?" he asked himself aloud. "'Cause she's cute? Because I haven't gotten any since I joined up? Well, cute and getting some won't save me when some [censored] deathclaw alerts to us, and then tears our [censored] heads off,. Seriously, I could be--"

Siddenly Janet Talia shushed him. Thrust her arm over and pushed him down, and then crouched down herself. Snapped off the music. Dropped her beer and snuffed out her smoke. After these actions she did not move for over a minute. Just crouched there, looking off across the Wasteland, sniffing the air like a wolf. The transformation from floozie to foot-solider had taken place in an instant, and was so complete. Some of it made sense now, all the rumors he'd heard, about Janet being some sort of whiz at survivalism. It was if he was standing next to a completely different person all the sudden. Her behavior was also in direct contrast to what Talon Company was all about. "Talon Company!" they'd all been taught to scream, firing their guns in an effort at intimidation. Noise! ... Domination! .... Not sneaking around and blending in with surroundings.

She moved over a couple meters to her left, nudging Ben to follow. She then plastered herself silently against an outcrop of rocks, listening, and smelling the air. Indeed, with her dark clothing, she might appear as nothing more than a bump on a boulder, for all any distant enemy could tell. The only giveaway at this point might be her blonde hair.

"What? What is it?"

Janet did not answer. She merely moved her arm-device over so he could see. Her Pip-Brother, or whatever it was called. Its screen was showing multiple red dots, moving around this way and that.

'The [censored] are those red dots?"

Janet Telia didn't answer. But she did ready her rifle. Cocked and aimed it toward some unseen enemies. Ben D. Banano began to wonder if Janet could shoot as well as she smiled.

Lock and load, Janet! Sounds like Ben is about to get more than he bargained for! Khajiit suspects they'll be ok though. Janet sounds like she knows how to handle herself.

At first I read that the man had defecAted and I was already rolling.

Janet is far from a typical Talon Merc and she definitely brings some "life" to usually boring routines of Talons.

Pip-Brother.

Do you use CSR for handling companions? IIRC you can set their aggression or at least change some valuables which determine if and when your companions attack.

I really wish I hadn't botched this quest, but I was so new at the time and didn't dare to openly attack the Mutants in the police station when they decided to kill the hostages


Glad that someone managed to save the day

Yep, I guess that's the trickiest part of the quest when the Super Mutant in the kitchen decides to attack because you have to act fast.

The attack on Big Town isn't so difficult as long as you train townies to help you or wield enough powerful weapon to fend off the attack on your own.

Khajiit usually mines the road the mutants take to get to Big Town. Between the mines, the newly trained Big Town militia, and the PC, the mutants really don't stand a chance.

Lopov – Aww, PP is a noble ghoul in blue. And an old one!

*
Renee – Though ignored in TES 3,4,5, I’m ever so glad that TES fully embraced the ‘real’ meaning of the title Dame in ESO.

Stupid Girl! What a transformation indeed. The only thing that could have made it more complete would have been if her hair color suddenly changed to brunette.

@Acadian - he's old, he's bad and he's ugly. Bad against bad guys, that is.


Lessons to teach

Whenever police officer Peter Paul Barlow, the only son of Amy Barlow (nee Mason), a chemist, and Peter Joseph Barlow, an architect, would pass a school, children would greet him with great respect and make room for him. PP Barlow would nod in return, satisfied to see that he Represented and that children recognized the Law.

However, that 200 years ago.

When PP Barlow passed the Springvale Elementary School in the year 2277, he was being shot at! "Pupils degenerated and became raiders," was the only possible explanation in PP Barlow's ghoulified brain and in the following hours he taught "naughty pupils" many lessons either with his police pistol either with his police baton.

On that day none of the aggressive pupils returned back home.

Spare the bullets and batons, spoil the child.

There's a new principal in town!

@Acadian - !

@SubRosa - ...and he won't tolerate improper behavior, carrying weapons to classes, excessive swearing, abusing drugs, tattoos, skimpy armor, etc etc etc

Bad Colin, bad Colin, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do when Police comes for you?

Colin Moriarty, the untouchable alpha criminal of Megaton, couldn’t complain about his life. He had a few hookers hired that were attracting lots of passing wastelanders, he had that filthy ghoul Gob hired as a bartender and even if he would pay him [censored], Gob wouldn’t dare to leave him, and the town’s sheriff Lucas Simms didn’t dare to act against him. Because he was afraid of him. Everyone in Megaton was afraid of Colin Moriarty. Lately one of his hookers, a blonde punk named Silver, dared to escape from him with his money but sooner or later Colin’s cronies would sniff her out and teach her a lesson. There was no reason to be concerned, Colin Moriarty was still the self-proclaimed King of Megaton.

In October 2277, when police officer PP Barlow met Silver in Springvale, on the outskirts of Megaton, and she told him her story, Colin’s kingdom was about to be ruined.

Later, in the evening of the same day, PP Barlow stormed Moriarty’s Saloon, named the Moriarty’s, approached the bar and slammed his hands on it.

“YOU are Colin Moriarty!” hoarsely said the ghoulified officer and Moriarty knew that wasn’t the question. The ghoul already knew him and by the look in his eyes, he didn’t come for a drink. Who the hell is that? What the hell is going on here, thought Colin, but decided to play it cool.

“Hey, hey, my friend! Welcome! Welcome to Moriarty’s Saloon! How about we step over to my office and discuss what…ermm…what needs to be discussed.” Moriarty opened the door of his office and hurried inside before the officer followed him, promptly taking his 10mm pistol from the wardrobe. He had a bad feeling about what was to follow. And besides, since when did ghouls wear police uniforms?

“So, my friend, what I can do…” he started as Barlow entered the office.

“Shut your filthy mouth, “ordered PP Barlow with his hoarse voice. “You’re under arrest for being a pimp, a money-grubber and a pain-in-the-ass. So says police officer Peter Paul Barlow and so it shall be! You have a right to remain silent…”

Colin Moriarty HAD NO IDEA from where the hell came that ghoul, and how he dared to “arrest” him but Colin knew that he was serious so he had to act before it was too late. There was no way he’d surrender. He pulled out his 10mm pistol, fired in PP’s direction and ran from the office.

“Last chance, Colin Moriarty!” he heard the hoarse voice behind him. “Surrender now and you still have a right to remain silent…”

“Go [censored] yourself!” yelled Moriarty and shot at Barlow.

“In that case…all civilians leave the building immediately! Move it, move it, move it!” PP was shouting as confused Megatonians were running back and forth in the saloon, still not fully aware of what was going on. Was the man they feared the most about to get his ass kicked by some ghoul in the police uniform?

The showdown was short but intense – Moriarty made a few more holes in PP’s uniform but his ammo couldn’t do any serious damage to his thick ghoulish skin. The same couldn’t be said for Moriarty – three well placed shots were enough to end the life of the King of Megaton.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Colin Moriarty
Was no match for the just.

"This is Barlow. We got a 10-78, location Megaton, Moriarty's Sal-- 10-32....SHOTS FIRED .. REPEAT ... SHOTS FIRED. ... Suspect, Moriarty, middle-aged, grey hai-- Suspect has been wounded. No scratch that. Suspect down! Repeat, suspect down! .... 10-52, we need an ambulance! Ambulance needed, suspect down!"

Yay, another baddie bites the dust at the hands of the Ghoul in Blue!

Moriarity has the right to remain silent... in Hell!

Out in the streets
that's where we'll meet
We'll make some noise
and cause trouble and...

Music blared suddenly in the dark tunnel, as a darkened shape crawled down its ladder. Though Ben did not see exactly who this dark shape was, it could only be one person.

"Dover here. Floozy has returned. Repeat. Floozy has returned. Over."

Ben Dover heard lots of static as his message was returned through his communication device, but he'd gotten used to such static. Jonny had gotten the message, somewhere below.

"Howya doin' stranger?" said the floozy, smelling of beer, cigarettes, and some cheap, rosey smell Ben assumed was perfume.

Ben did not reply. How could anybody carry on a conversation with all that noise? 'Heavy metal' is what that sort of music was called. Some of the guys had gotten to like this strange music, but not Ben. Heavy metal sounded about as appealing as rotted gecko meat to him.

Janet "floozy" Telia floated by Ben Dover as though he wasn't there. And Ben noted that Janet had returned alone. Again. He made sure to radio this detail down to Sargent Telia as well.

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Sargent Jonny Telia told the men to clear out of Bannister's barracks, Janet could hear him give this order just before she stepped into the room. Uh oh. Though Jonny was proud of Janet's progress, and Commander Jabsco kept giving Jonny and Janet the 'green light,' there were still some matters of contention.

Jonny thought back to their childhood. His sister had always been a winner. Not just spiritually, but literally. She had won the 'Miss Teen Rad Roach Beauty Competition' four years in a row, for instance, until she'd turned 20 and was therefore too old to qualify. But more importantly, Janet had also won almost all of Vault 420's shooting competitions, hands-down, since the age of 10. Sure there were others in the vault (veterans and such) who were a better shot at say, 1000 yards, but anything closer than this was Janet's territory.

Those days were long gone though. As his sister entered the room, she stumbled, nearly fell. Regained her step and composure. "Oopsie!"

Jonny Telia was one of those guys who often seemed to be pissed off to some degree. Most of this was just bluster, Janet knew her brother well. But from the moment she entered the room, she could see something in his face. Seemed as though he were actually angry! ... Janet had just finished her first really tough mission. This mission involved going into the bandit camp located just outside of the Friendship Heights Metro exit, decimating its population to zero, and then retrieving a schematic for a particular type of bomb, new in the Capitol Wasteland. This new bomb was the size of a grenade, but more powerful than one. Somehow, the raiders had it, while Talon Company did not.

"Hey, you got it," Jonny said, not really surprised. "You got the schematic. Here is your reward," her brother then handed her a sack containing 400 caps. "Now sit."

"SIT? Pfft, yeah. Well that's some welcome."

"Shut up. How's that for a welcome?"

Janet said nothing. Merely had a seat, then lit a cigarette. "Well???" she finally iterated, thrusting her arms forward.

"You really need to straighten yourself out, sis."

"Huh?"

"Don't be like that. You know what I'm talking about. It's your drug use. All the chems. You doing well as a Talon Company agent, in fact you going exceptionally well. Better than any of the others for sure."

"So? .... So what if I enjoy some chems? Like you said, I'm kickin' some ass out there. Wanna take a few guesses why?"

Her brother laughed darkly. "If all you want to do is be a [censored] waste, you can do that. But you can't be running all these tasks while [censored] up all the time. You not in West Virginia anymore ya know, this is serious business."

Janet spat on the floor. Stood up, and turned a neat circle around him. Spat again.

"Your next assignment is going to be a real whopper, but you not going to get it until you have straightened up. Commander Jabsco's orders."

She sat down again. "Straighten up?"

"Yes. No chems for one week. You are to go to Megaton. Don't wear your Talon armor, obviously. But go there. When you get there, speak to the doctor guy. He can cure you, purify your blood with just one shot. After this, I want you back here, in Fort Bannister, as soon as you can get back."

"This is bull[censored], brother. I thrive on chems!"

"Yea, well... But it's not just the chems, sis, it's the men. They been out-of-line and misbehaving lately. Goofing off. And also getting into the chems more themselves, which is a direct violation of TCR 5a0, if they do it while on patrol, and not just Jet or Buffout, I'm talkin' 'bout the hard stuff. And you are to blame. Commander Jabsco is making an example of you here."

Janet pouted. "One week???"

"You stay clean for a week, and I got something for you which you'll like. It's your own little place to call home. A place to live, just for you."

"What? What you talkin' 'bout?"

"It's a newly-dug room in the second quadrant, here at Bannister. We was going to use it as an experimental torture room. But the truth is we can't find any sort of use for it."

"You kidding, right?"

"It's yours if ... and that's a very BIG if, you can stay clean for one week."

"Get outta here. You serious?"

"I'll have the guys decorate it up for you, make it real nice in there. We got all sorts of stolen goods in storage."

"Well ... well. I can't just give up all the chems! What about cigarettes!"

Jonny's face finally softened. He *burst* with laughter. Took out his own pack, and lit one up. "Okay, you can still smoke cigarettes. But no psycho. No Jet. No Thorazine or cocaine or whatever else you got inside ya."

"Well, that's a relief. This is bull[censored] though. It is! It just is! If the others ain't as good as me, can't shoot, can't do all this while sober, and can't control themselves because of me, that's their prob!"

"Uh-huh," her brother blew a smoke ring. "It is what it is though. You can't progress until you show up in here clean."

Janet sighed. "Fiiiine," she said. "I'll go." But she didn't go at that moment. She continued to sit there, pouting, as though her sad face might convince her brother, somehow.

"Well, you got your orders, sis. Now GIT!"

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Here's Jonny

Janet's chem use has become a real problem

Doc Church knows what to do though

Janet gets it done, (note...I installed MMM into her game, which requires 4 days of waiting so cells can reset all over the Wasteland, so at least I had an excuse to press the WAIT button several times!)

Janet gets finds her door

And *bursts* inside (oops... floor is not aligned!)

Has a seat, then ends her sobriety and has a beer.

Janet lives in a J now. lolz.

Wait, is it coincidence that Jonny and Janet Telia/Talia sound a lot like "genitalia"?

Khajiit apparently doesn't know Renee very well

Well, Khajiit is mostly just embarrassed he just now caught on to this!

’She had won the 'Miss Teen Rad Roach Beauty Competition' four years in a row,’


Uh, oh. Janet gets orders to straighten up. . .
’Janet sighed. "Fiiiine," she said. "I'll go."
Like most women, I see Janet knows exactly when and how to use the 'F' word - even though in this case it didn't help.

Janet goes sober! Say it ain't so! Looks like all's well that ends well though...

Hee hee sorry! Yes, all my characters have silly names which are also word-games, from the very first Renee Gade to my most-recent guy who showed up in Morrowind: Yor Azzizmyyn. I cannot even progress past character creation if I don't have a name which also makes me chuckle.

Thanks for comments, y'all.

It was "Ben Dover" that clued this one in, lol. Khajiit was thinking about his name and then saw "Jonny Telia", then it clicked. Khajiit is so slow sometimes,

"Miss Teen Rad Roach Beauty Competition"

!

Janet sure spits a lot around her brother!

Janet's "apartment" is very...pink! Are you using some light mods for such effects?

Lopov: yes about the light thing. Turns out I didn't need a mod to light this "home," all I needed to do was have a look into custom color.

Acadian & SubRosa: Yes, she did go sober, though this didn't last long.


September 27, 2277

Janet Telia showed up in Bannister's barracks at around 0900 hours, to report for her next assignment. Though she wasn't exactly sober anymore, pretty soon she realized just why Talon Company had forced her to become so a week earlier. Her brother had told her her next mission would be 'a real whopper,' and he hadn't been joking.

"Okay, we think you really gonna like this one. Commander Jabsco himself been spearheading all the details on it."

"Pfft. Whatever. What you want me to do this time, go fetch some squirrel bits from Super Duper Mart?"

"Knock it off," her brother spat. "Like I was sayin' we got a good one for you, even better than the last one. You are to go undercover."

"Huh? Undercover?"

"Yep, that's right. You gonna be a spy."

"You want me to be a spy?"

"We sending you into raider territory, sis. We even got a genuine set of raider gear for you to wear. As long as you got it on, you good to blend right in with them." *

"[censored] way cool!"

"Now the thing is, you a pretty girl. And you can use your charms possibly to get by this one guy they got down there," her brother said. "Talon Company got eyes and ears all over the downtown area, we was able to get one of our outpost guys to do some scouting on this one camp. Turns out, we know now for a fact the raiders got a safe full of goods."

"Ow, blast it!" Janet said, slamming her travel bag on the table.

"Rumor is, that safe has over a thousand pre-war bills, along with zillions of caps. Our guy down there been spying on them for awhile now. It's all confirmed," he said, bending below a table and handing her her first laser rifle.

"This is for me? F*ckin-A! So when do I start?"

Jonny smiled in a that's my sis kind of way. "The main guy's name is Cocky. He the one with all the cash. Showed up down there a few months back; and they been fawning all over him, of course. But he keeps it all in some safe, and our guy says he thinks this safe can only be opened by computer. Problem is, he don't know [censored] about computers. And none of our regiment down there has volunteered to go in."

"And that's where I come it," Janet finished. "When do I start?" she asked for the second time.




"Hey, what'd I tell ya about lookin' at me like that? Are you in the mood for a busted mouth or something?"

As a blonde twenty-something in disheveled armor approached their camp, most of the raiders who inhabited it stared with frank amusement. Not only was this dame one of them apparently, but she had something on her arm, and it was making a lot of noise.

"Yo. Is that broad wearin' a Pip Boy?" asked the raider they all knew as 'Crucial.'

"I dunno," answered Cocky.

"Well ... Who the hell is she?" he said, taking Cocky by the shoulder.

"Dunno," Cocky answered again. "Suppose I be the one to find out though, huh? ... Step aside. And watch the master get to work."

Cocky had become the unofficial leader of 'Raider Camp 20', located just west of Arlington Library, after showing up there several months before. He had managed to steal over a thousand pre-war bills from some undisclosed location, along with what looked like a zillion caps, and a bunch of assorted supplies.. All he needed was somewehre safe to put all of this. The Raiders of Camp 20 had no problem if Cocky just wanted to leave it all with them of course, as long as they all got to share.

Cocky had found a safe in one of the nearby, abandoned buildings, and had several of his new friends haul it down flights of stairs, across the Metro plaza, and into their plywood-constructed, barbed-wire reinforced stronghold. Once the safe was in place, Cocky also brought over an old computer. Got the thing running. And managed to link it somehow to their new safe. He then stashed all his loot inside the safe, locked it up with an actual key, and then hid this key somewhere nearby. None of the others had managed to find this key ( and yes, they had checked ) nor did they know much about computers. Which meant that everything placed within that safe was still in there, according to the Talon Company guy who'd been scouting the place.

In order to keep his new friends in line, Cocky told them he knew of a place where more money could be found, lots more. With this secret divulged (but not its location), none of the raiders of Camp 20 would ever dare to kill or harm Cocky. If they did so, they would also never find this supposed vast ocean of caps and bills...

But now, their concern heightened. "I'll go check her out," Cocky told the others.

"Me too, me too!" one of the men got up, before they all did.

"Well hello doll!" the blond-haired lady greeted with (what sounded like) a southern accent. "Mighty fine place ya got here!"

"Who the hell are you?" Cocky asked, as the others gathered around.

"Oh, well me?" she said with a ravishing smile. "Why, my name's Jane. Mary Jane, but you can call me M.J."

"Well hello Jane or Mary Jane or M.J. or whoever the [censored]. I'm the one they call 'The [censored]', though you can call me Cocky."

Janet did not respond at first, other than to blush and to giggle a little, as though embarrassed. "Well hello there, Cocky!"

"Say you're cute. You're definitely the cutesst raider bitch I've ever seen."

"You don't say?" she said, batting her eyes, shaking her hips. "Well gee well thanks!"

"You want to have a night with Cocky? I'm the one who runs this joint. You'd be be best to have yourself a ball with me tonight."

"Oh my!" Janet put her hand to her mouth, noticing his bulge. "Well for now, why don't you just keep that Chryslus parked in its garage, big boy? I'm going to be here as long as you want me, we can get to know each other reeeal well."

She was doing this pouty thing with her mouth, whetting Cocky's appetite even further. All the guys were now crowding around, matter of fact. Despite being a raider though, Cocky had been raised in cultured surroundings, before falling into the life of an outlaw. Because of this, he was still somewhat of a gentleman. And a gentleman always treats a lady with respect.

"Well hey hey hey, I like that! Playing hard to get, eh?"

The blonde blushed this time, and did this little thing with her dimples. "Say, any of you guys wanna fetch M.J. a beer?" she cheekly-winked.

This caused several of them to jump at once, literally rushing the fridge for a bottle. They bumped into each other, pushing and shoving. Within seconds, the blonde had several drinks to choose from.

"Say, now that's what I like. A long.... hard ... bottle to cool me down. Mmm. Goes down so smooth. And easy. I do appreciate."

"Uh yeah, sure. You gonna be stayin' around here for some time?" Cocky asked. "That's good. You're cute!"

"Say, what the [censored]'s that on your arm?" asked a raider female with spiked green hair, antagonism in her voice. She was obviously not impressed.

"It's a Pip Boy, moron," answered one of others.

"That's a good question actually," Cocky intervened. "How in satan's name did you get a Pip Boy 3000? What are you, some vault-dweller or something?"

But Mary-Jane the blonde was unruffled. She knew they'd question her device. Without hesitation, she explained that she'd found it on some guy she had killed, far away in the Carolinas. Having some knowledge with electronics and such, she'd managed to pry it off the man's arm.... after one-shotting him with her laser pistol in the head, that is.

"And what's all that noise? Is that music?"

"It's called heavy metal!" she chirped happily. "This band's called Metallica. I like this song! Want me to crank it up?"

They did want her to crank it up. And so, the party started. Guards were let down. Beer and liquor were consumed. Chems were injected and ingested. The men kept fawning over her, wondering who'd get to have her first, while Cocky (of course) trumped them all. Only the females of Camp 20 remained skeptical. Not only was Mary-Jane's hair "too perfect," not only did she possess a Pip Boy, but her accent sounded phony to them, and she'd shown up carrying energy weapons: a rifle and a pistol. And what sort of raider could maintain the cost of keeping such weapons going in the harsh Capitol Wasteland?

The men shook these complaints off quickly though. Women... always getting jealous.

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Janet waited until hours later, when all of them were passed out. That's when she got to work.

First thing was to walk back the way she had come, back toward the Metro depot. About halfway there, she then placed several frag mines discreetly on the ground, making sure none of them was too close to the others.

She then returned to the camp, where one of the men had awoken. "Hey there. Want to have some fun?" he said, raising his brows. "Cocky's passed out. He won't know a thing."

"Well hell yeah we can have some -- Oooh look, is this a computer?!?"

"Uh yeah," he answered. "Don't [censored]ing work though."

"Can I play on it? We can have some fun after I'm done!"

"Hey, why not? Like I said though, damn thing's broken," he said, walking away. "Dumb blonde" he muttered under his breath.

While Janet pretended to play, she began typing like mad, interspersing her click click clicking with moments of pause, during which she focused on a series of words which had popped up. Within minutes, figured it all out. She had gotten past its firewall.

"Dammit. Oh ... uh.... boy this is sooo confusing!" she called to the guy-raider, who merely shrugged.

The computer she was on was not the one which held any sort of safe-unlock info, but it did have the ability to turn off Camp 20's turret-gun. She made sure to do so, before she logged off. Later on, she did find a second computer, and (again) within minutes she was in. The Talon scout had been right about unlocking Cocky's safe too. The computer opened the safe.

Janet crouched down before the safe, opened its door, and removed all its contents. And that's when all hell broke loose, in Raider Camp 20.

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Janet gets her next assignment

Floozy becomes a spy!

She gets another follower (this was her fourth one, lol. As usual, he didn't last long).

But finds the raider camp on her own

At first, the locals are skeptical

But the men quickly get charmed by the Floozy

Because they only see this

While the women remain hostile, and wary

Janet fits right in

Later, she hacks away...

Eyes on the prize

But caught red-handed

Cocky puts two and two together

Which equals five ... as in five angry raiders

Hurry! Hurry!

Time to run!

No time to hide!

Good thing these were laid down

Yeah, keep runnin', 'cause you're scared, huh?

Bkkkkshhh!

Blood 'n' guts

Cocky remains vigilant

While his "Chryslus" feels the heat

Downtown inferno

And Floozy saves the day.

Janet goes undercover doing what she does best. And she kept the Chryslus in the garage.

Love those names. The [censored]!

Very cool! Khajiit loves Raiders! This one is thinking Janet could do well for herself heading up a Raider clan! You know, if she ever wanted to tell her brother to get stuffed!

Some comments:

Did you make this mod that lets you get missions or is it something you found?

Cocky doing "blackface". Not cool Cocky. Not cool.

"Well for now, why don't you just keep that Chryslus parked in its garage, big boy?"



Awesome story, awesome pics, especially the downtown inferno.

Many raiders lost their heads over Janet, in the end quite literally.

Looks like Janet's PipBoy bleeds too, it's totally red in the Hurry! Hurry! pic.

Thanks you three. That was quite a lot of fun, going undercover like that! Everything that happened in those pics was real too, in the sense that Janet's armor allowed her to be in the Raider Faction. When she hacked into that computer it allowed her to open the safe. When she opened the safe and removed its contents, this made Cocky come after her. When he came after her and confronted her, she was now dropped from the Raider Faction.

Getting those mine-exploding pics was really hard for me too. Getting actions shots in general is really a lot of work! Anyway, this week's story won't be as ambitious, but the next one will be, because it'll probably be her last for the season.

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Date: unrecorded

Janet Telia arrived back to Fort Bannister without much problem. Though there were a few raiders who attacked her here and there, eventually they all stopped. It was as though the further she got away from Camp 20, the less they seemed aware of who she was.

The men whooped and hollered as she came down the ladder into Bannister, while her usual grin stayed frozen upon her face. Down in the barracks, her brother was in a good mood. Gave her 750 caps this time, and did not say anything about the smell of alcohol on her breath.

But he did drop another bombshell on her. "Sounds like you did well, sis. Our guy down there was watching the whole thing up on some building over the camp. You actually blew up the entire place, by shooting some car or something?!? Nicely done," he winked. "And....check this. You ready for your next one? Next assignment?"

"Does a bloatfly say bzzt?"

"Alright, that's what I like to hear!" her brother said, lighting a cig, and giving her his pack. "We gonna need you to go undercover again. Job pays more than before, 'cause you gonna be doin' more."

Janet lit her own. "Whatever. Just tell me what's next."

"You gonna be dealing with raiders again. Jabsco wants to focus on those low-lifes first, for some reason. Again, you gonna wear your raider gear, but this time, you gonna change your appearance."

"Change my appearance? ... So? I always do on missions, you know that."

"No. You not understandin' me yet. You gotta change, and I mean really change. The blonde hair thing just won't cut it anymore. Too risky."

"WHAT? .... oh hells no. You want ME to cut my hair?"

"No, I want Bea Faroni to cut your hair. She got a barber's license, ya know."

"No," she banged the table. "Hell no!"

"Janet, you gotta, and you gonna. If you want this mission and those 750 caps, you gotta and you gonna. We got some intel, ya know, we listen in all the time on radio transmissions and stuff, including the raiders. One of them lived, Janet. One of them from the camp you just blew up. He lived. Got on some ham radio, been broadcasting a BOLO for a Caucasian female wearing raider gear, but with a Pip Boy and a mop of blonde hair. So they all know now, or at least, the raiders in the D.C. area do."

Janet made one of her pouty faces. "But ... but..."

"I want you to see Bea Faroni down in supplies. She got a license, like I said. She'll fix you up. Don't speak to me again until it's done."

Her pouty face didn't work, apparently. After a couple more cigarettes and some bantering back and forth, Janet reconsidered. (1) she'd get to go undercover again. (2) raiders were disgusting in her opinion, but she also found them amusing to hang around with. And most of all (3) she'd get to use chems while 'on the job.' To fit in with the raider establishment meant to do what they do. And 'what they do' often involved going off their heads, and being wasted.

"Fiiiiiiiine," she grumbled. "I'll go see that weirdo."

And she did. After an hour of study, Janet walked away from Bea with a look so shocking, all the men were completely surprised. But her brother was pleased. Bea had done good. They'd never be able to tell, those low-lifes.

Her next assignment involved going to two separate locations, both raider territories, of course. Again, Talon Company seemed to have spies located all over the place, but nobody wanted to really dig in and do the hard work. But the idea was that some of the money Cocky had 'shown up' with in Camp 20 had actually been stolen from a couple other raider locations. These locations had moved though, and Janet would need to find out where.

"Cocky stole from his friends? Well high glory, he got what came to him!"

Over the next few days, Janet roamed all over, once she found the two places she'd be going to. Alexandra Arms netted 450 Pre-War Bills, while Evergreen Mills held even more. Janet blended in, just as they'd thought she would. Broke into their safes, got the goods, and in the end it was Raiders: 0, Janet: uh... lost count.

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You want me to do WHAT?

Janet consults Pip Girl for comfort

Before visiting Bea Faroni, that cranky little *B*

Hair today...

...gone tomorrow.

"No no really boys, it's just temporary!"

Back to being a raider again

Blending in...

....using those chems ... whoa, you sure that's just Jet?!?

Janet hacks a computer in Springvale Elementary which tells her the two locations the raiders have lots of stash.

Alexandria Arms

And Evergreen Mills

She steals lots more Pre-War Bills from both. And here is an example of what happens raiders catch her.

They don't like her much anymore!

Head shot

Kentucky Fried Raider

He's down for the count

While somebody else gets to go home.

Janet cut her blond locks!

I love the Paper Doll pipgirl mod you have. I used the same one for years. I never saw her look stoned before though!

Turn that stupid music off! And get off my lawn!

Mohawk!

That might have been ultrajet!

Kentucky Fried Raider is awesome! Finger sizzling good!

I love the pic when she's surrounded by Talon mercs and she's calming them down that it's just temporary!

Turn that stupid music off!

But looks like it all paid off in the end.

I see that floor tiles in her room are still misaligned.

Wow, I'm gonna have to look through this thread more closely later on. Renee has been quite busy it seems


As for me I have just started to make preparations for my annual journey to Point Lookout. Offloaded stuff at T. Tower and had a very nice, slow (for once) walk back through the night to Megaton where I chose this year's weapons. I'm gonna take Blackhawk, the DB shotgun, the Vulcan minigun as per ushe and for those occasions where I just feel the need to blow things up; the Fatman! I haven't used the Fatman much and I've never had it over to Lookout. It's gonna be so much fun playing with it there!

I will stay at Rivet City for awhile first though and make my way to PL from there in a couple of weeks.

Yes, poor Janet had to cut her lovely hair for that mission. But it's okay. Hair always grows back.

Good to have you back, mirocu. Been missing you in these forums.

This shall be Janet's last story for the season, folks. Enjoy. I might return briefly to Cho Zenwahn, who will be doing Broken Steel. Maybe I'll transfer his game from Xbox to PC, even. Yeah, I think I'll do that.
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Monday, November 7, 2277

Playtime: 65:14:37



The space was warm. Too warm. Her skin felt like it was crawling with bugs. Janet Telia scratched these invisible bugs, sure she'd eventually see one, and be able to kill it. She could remove the brahmin-skin clothing they'd given her when they locked her up, and walk around naked. Maybe that would solve all her current woes. It's not like her jailor would mind. Her jailor wouldn't notice any difference, since 'he' was not programmed to notice.

"Okay, like, this place is totally gross. Look at that bedroll! And I need a cigarette. You can't give me a cigarette can you?"

Her jailor could. Matter of fact, he'd been programmed to dispense packs of cigarettes to convicts. Only problem was: if a convict chose cigarettes, this meant he or she wasn't going to get any dinner. Janet didn't care. She'd gone hungry before. She'd wait it out until morning. Not like she was burning many calories in here.

But she wasn't used to being locked up. And her skin was crawling. And she knew why her skin was crawling. You can't go from being a user of chems, to using no chems at all, and not expect some sort of side effects. Maybe a smoke would help alleviate some of her detox symptoms. Damn bugs!

"Hey you stupid bot! Tell that mayor or sherriff or whatever he is to GET IN here. I demand a trial, at least. It's not fair. You hear? It wasn't my fault!"

Jail Bot the jailor lurched over to Janet's cell. "Mooove ... along ... please," he said.

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Several days earlier
Janet awoke in her plush underground home at some indescriminate hour. It was always impossible to tell whether it was daytime or night when you were living underground. But that's what Pip Boys are for! She was able to see that it was indeed morning. Got out of bed, and looked around her home. Lit a cigarette. Her place was looking better and better all the time. The Talon Company boys seemed to delight in finding all sorts of furniture, fixtures, and even plants and a pool table!

As she skulked around her flat, she noticed a noise going *ding!* .... *ding!* ... *ding!* ... At first she thought it was some background noise coming from the music she had on. But then she noticed something blinking, from the other side of her underground flat. It was coming from her computer. Her computer had a light on it which was blinking, and it was making a dinging noise every time it blinked.

"What the--?" Janet rushed over, unsure if it not just some side-effect from one of the latest chems she had taken. No, it did not seem to be. She sat down before her monitor. Logged on...


...it said. She chuckled at this.

"Huh? I got a message?"

Had she typed this message in herself during one of her drug-induced fugues? She clicked on the message, and learned that she hadn't. In fact, her brother had. He had somehow typed it up and sent it to her. And this message had something to do with her next mission.

Janet got dressed. Wandered through Bannister's corridors and rooms until she found her brother in the mess hall. Her brother informed her that her next assignment would have nothing to do with raiders, but Jonny didn't really know what it would be about.

"I actually don't know," he told her. "Commander Cross has requested your presence down in the Alexandria Arms outpost. You know where that is, right?"

"WHAT? Yeah, as if! You want me to go all the way down there again?"

"Hey, what's with the attitude? You get a lot of caps, you got a nice place to live. I ain't got nothing to do with this one, it's Commander Cross who's got some sort of job for you to do. So git off your high horse and GIT!"

As usual, it took Janet Telia a couple days to make it back to the Alexandria Arms outpost. Normally she could be there within one day, but she had wrecked her motorcycle some weeks earlier. Drove it into a pond, while trying to escape a horde of enemies at night. Though she'd managed to get back on the bike (and whatever enemies who'd been chasing seemed to have lost her) there was no way she could drag it out of the pond.

So Janet had to walk.

By now, all the raiders knew who she was too; their radio transmissions had saturated to the point that ANY white female wearing a Pip Boy should be suspect. There was no point in trying to dress like them, anymore. But this was okay. Any raiders who dared to cross her (and they all did) soon realized they'd made some serious mistakes.

October 25, 2277

"Attention. Welcome soldier," Commander Cross greeted, after Janet showed to the Alexandria Arms Outpost.

"Yeah, soldier. Hey look at me everyone, I'm this badass soldier, ah ha. Anyway. Why bring me all the way out here? You got your own men! They can't... what? Handle their own out here?"

"Hey, watch your mouth, subordinate!" Cross spat. "You are being given a direct order, to place an offensive upon the super mutants of the Museum of Technology. And to hereby accept this mission, within Cordinance of Servitude 20-3.b. Are you in compliance, soldier?"

"HUH? What the [censored] did you just say?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Cross's face hardened. "You're not really a soldier. You've just been lucky so far, if what I'm hearing is true. Untrained. Uncouth. Unacceptable! But because you've been getting [censored] done and none of the others can't do dick without getting pansied up, now I gotta deal with ya."

Commander Cross hadn't been disappointed either. The gist of Janet's latest mission was to go into super mutant territory, straight into the Mall itself, and find the Museum of Technology. She was then to track another 'defector,' a man by the name of Doctor Mutie. Doctor Mutie had once been part of Talon Company, but had since left their outpost, stealing some valuable information. Doctor Mutie had a rare gift though; he could charm super mutants. He had somehow become accepted by them over time, and could hide deep within their territory. But what he didn't know was that one of the documents he'd stolen had yet another tracker device sewn into its spine.

Took several days, and several revists back to the Talon Company outpost, so Janet and her new companion could restock on ammo and such. The downtown D.C. area was tough! Denser with enemies than the wasteland. But she'd gotten the job done, as usual. Days later, she returned to Commander Cross at the outpost, unable to hide a giant grin, as she hopped, skipped, and danced toward his desk, miming the antics of a crazed soldier.

Their eyes met as Janet approached.

"Huh. I don't believe it. You got it done," he said in exasperation.

Janet yawned. Stopped doing her little antics. "Some subordinate, huh?" she asked him. "I'm some sort of subordinate, yet I get the job done."

"That's why we sent you in, to clear the way for other Talon Company mercs! We got a platoon of men heading into mutant territory now, thanks to you. We're gonna take over the entire mall!"

"Whatever."

But there was a problem. The Alexandria Arms outpost kept plenty of ammo, plenty of weapons, but wasn't very well stocked with caps. Which means, Janet would have to get paid elsewhere, according to Commander Cross.

Turns out, she would have to go all the way to Megaton, where some sort of agent would meet her in Moriarty's Saloon, and there she would get paid. Again, it took Janet several days to get there without her bike. And once she was there...

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Friday, November 4, 2277
As the floozy approached town, a dark figure left its gates. Janet got a glimpse of this dark figure. A ghoul. Dark-looking suit. Almost a uniform. Like a police uniform, from pictures she had seen of D.C. society before the bomb. "Now why would a policeman who's a ghoul be roaming around here?" she mused.

Janet walked happily into town. Expecting to have a wild night of partying and payment. But then everything quickly fell apart.

"You. Hey you there," said a tall, dark figure, who'd seemingly come out of the gloom.

"Yeah, whatdoya want?" Janet snapped. She was tired, and had just gotten to Megaton minutes before. It was night, and she was looking forward to heading up to the saloon, and getting her drink on. "What is it?"

"You know you are wanted?"

"Wanted? By you? Hey, I don't do that sort of stuff anymore. I got a real job now. You want some action...you can head on up to Moriarty's Saloon. That's where I'm going. They got a couple whores in there, sparky."

"No, I'm not wanting you for ... that," said the dark figure. "You're wanted by the law. For assault, on Silver, the lady who lives across from Springvale Elementary."

"Huh?"

"You're Janet, right? You're the one who's been stayin' in and out of town as of late? Yeah, I can see you are. Your hair's different, but I can see I got the right perp."

"PERP?"

"Silver says you broke into her house with some male, began shooting up the place, and left her for dead. In my town we call that assault. And you're coming with me now."

"Assault? This is bull[censored]! Who the hell are you? I didn't assault anyone!"

"No, that's not how this is going to go. Not at all," said the figure. "Now I'm the sheriff in town. And you do what I say. Until this matter gets resolved, you're under arrest for assault."

Janet fumbled with her words. Thought back, several weeks before. Had she?.... Yes, she had. She had. She and her original partner, Ben D. Banano had. They had been after that other Talon Company defector: the guy who stole some sort of weapons manual. It all came back to her now, and as this realization dawned upon her, she thought that maybe Lucas could read her thoughts. Janet and Ben had caught the guy who'd stolen that manual, and were trying to execute him. Silver's house had been unlocked. The man had run into the place. And they'd had no choice but to follow him in there, since he wasn't coming out. In the ensuing melee, Silver had been caught unaware, and had indeed gotten in the middle of things.

Janet thought quickly. Screw the caps! I'm outta here! .... but by then it was too late. Lucas Simms, sherriff of Megaton, had manged to round Janet Telia up. Several of Megaton's residents had apparently been deputized, had held Janet's arms while they'd taken her weapons. Taken her things. And thrown her in Megaton's jail, with only a brahmin-skin outfit and a raging set of chem-habits left to deal with.

Sunday, November 6, 2277

"You look hungry, pard'ner," Jail Bot said as he approached Janet's cell. "Would you .... like some ... food?" Jail Bot was programmed to dispense food or meds, but he could also dispense cigarettes once a day.

And this final choice is what Janet chose. "Shut up you stupid Jail Bot. I'm dyin' for a smoke. That is all. When am I getting out of here?"

Jail Bot was not programmed to discuss sentencing, though. "You should know that ... smoking ... is bad for you?"

"Whatever. I know my rights. I get a free pack every day, dumbass."

"Request for ... cigarettes ... has been authorized."

"Thank you. And sorry I called you dumbass, you walking piece of junk."

"Mooove along, please," Jail Bot the jailor informed Janet Telia, unaware that she hadn't much area to move along to.

Janet held it all in, kept her rage in check. Eventually, the bugs she'd imagined on her skin stopped their incessant crawling, as her withdrawal symptoms abated. And her rad count went way down. One thing for sure, the Megaton Jail might not have been much fun, but the town's sheriff had implemented an excellent detox and RadAway program.

Days later, after her hair had grown out enough that she could take it out of Bea Faroni's stupid mohawk, Lucas Simms finally returned to her cell and told her that all charges from Silver had been dropped. Janet was free to go. She pushed her way out of her 10-day jail sentence. Got all her things from a nearby evidence locker. And walked briskly home.

When she finally made it back to Bannister on November the 11th, and saw her brother, she collapsed in his arms, sobbing loudly. Really needing just one good hug from someone who cared. All the soldiers who'd witnessed this strange behavior from Janet began scratching their heads, or scratching their butts.

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You got Mail!

Bannister's ages-old email system actually still works!

Janet can't play raider anymore.

She gets another job though

To track down Doctor Mutie, yet another wanted defector of Talon Company.

Janet goes to Megaton to get paid. Unfortunately, she is wanted by the law.

Janet in Jail

Not for long, though.

Raging at the Jail Bot`

Back to Freedom

Poor Janet! Climbing the walls in jail! The horror!

"can't do dick without getting pansied up." I just love this phrase!

Doctor Mutie sounds cool! Sort of like Goblin Jim.

It's Officer Barlow!

The Lucas Simms Free Detox and Rad-Away Clinic!

I can still hear the AOL guy's voice in my head "You've Got Mail!"

Did you have to create the Megaton jail and the Jail Bot?

Did Khajiit detect a Peter Paul Barlow reference?

I chuckled at the RoboJailor talking to Janet.

I like your actions shots of Janet against Doctor Mutie.

Her hair is growing back already.

What a cell! She even has her own chains to practice climbing.

Maybe it's better that it was Lucas who got Janet instead of Barlow. The ghoul officer might not bother dragging her to jail...

TheCheshireKhajiit: Ha ha, I do believe that was P.P. Barlow walking past. Maybe someday if one of mine goes to Boston, he'll meet Victoria as well.

SubRosa: Yes I made that jail cell and the Jail Bot. And i had to use a bunch of AI so that Jail Bot would dispense ciggies, food, or meds at certain times of the day. The hardest part was getting him to walk around. I gave him a Patrol AI, but all he would do was stand there! I got really frustrated by this for awhile, kept going through all the steps I'd learned from tutorials. After many hours I read some obscure post in Beth's old forums, and then I learned what the problem was: navmesh! ... There was no navmesh in the cell, and NPCs need to have this placed on floors so that they'll walk around.

So if anyone makes a cell (not just uses one already in existence) from scratch, and your NPCs just stand there, just remember to learn about & add navmesh, folks.

Lopov: Yes, I think your policeghoul wouldn't be as fair-minded as Lucas. Look closely at the table in Janet's cell, by the way.

Ha ha, I get it now! At first I thought it's the chains I'm supposed to notice.

Woot! An Officer Barlow sighting in DC!

Poor Janet. Stuck in jail with only a cigarette machine to talk to.

Currently roaming Rivet City. Will re-explore a bit before embarking on my annual journey to Point Lookout a.k.a Renee Country


(Love your October Buffy pic, Acadian! )

Oda Hidetaka finally made it to Vegas yesterday. She went straight to The Tops, and told Victor to bug off before she killed him when he tried to get her to see Mr. House first. She does not give a rat snake's ass for House. She was there to kill Benny, his henchmen, his family, his friends, everyone connected to him.

She walked into The Tops, and immediately went on a killing spree. She started with the doormen, and then went through the entire casino killing everyone who worked there. She only spared the civilians there to gamble. Benny turned up about half way through, and she turned him into sushi. I think this is the first time a character of mine has ever gone through every part of the casino. I had no idea there was a cell with a pool!

She is also my first character to ever be so bloodthirsty. Not even Loviatar killed every Chairman. She and the others simply went in and killed Benny. Hecate did it with a sniper shot from across the casino. Persephone and Loviatar did it ambushing him alone in his suite. Hidetaka did it in a tidal wave of slaughter. Samurai know how to take vengeance.

She got some some serious Infamy in The Strip for it. I forget exactly what the level was. I am not sure how that will play out in the future. No one attacked her on the way out though, which was good. Otherwise she might have had to kill everyone in New Vegas. Which she would have done. Vulpes Inculata from the Legion talked to her after exiting of course. She took his head off, and no one blinked. That's the kind of town New Vegas is...