Editor's Note: This publication is copied from a journal found by a traveling merchant on the road somewhere in The Commonwealth. It details the experience of Victoria, a young Raider woman. The original writings were full of profanity and described behavior of a rather savage nature. We have cleaned up the language and left out certain unsavory details of behavior we deemed too violent, sexual, and sometimes both simultaneously. Still, if you desire to read the original text as it was written, please PM me and I will send you a copy. Despite the author's objectional morals, we found the adventure described in this journal quite riveting. We, the publishers, believe that releasing the entries in a serial format would be most desirable, therefore, we will release the first two entries and then follow up with the rest at semi regular intervals. We hope you enjoy the story. Thank you.
-The Editor
Victoria's Scout Log
October 22, 2287
Finally! After months on the move, we arrived on the outskirts of Boston. Liams Own seems like such a long time ago, and we've done a lot of messed up crap on our trip east south east, but as Trixie likes to say, "that's how you survive in The Commonwealth". It's almost funny. We ended up just like the Raiders that burnt out Liams Own. Not that there's many of us left now. Of the 16 that escaped Liams Own together, only me, Trixie, Orson, Bagger, Trash, and Orson's dog, Jo, made it to the outskirts of Boston.
We arrived at an old power line tower on a hill northwest of the city just before full dark. Trash wants to celebrate and is already passing around something foul in an inhaler. Tomorrow Trixie wants me to go on a scouting mission to see if there are any easy targets to raid or structures to make a base of operations it of nearby. Maybe I'll even find some more blue paint for my face! My supply is running low. Man, sometimes I wish I had never seen that blue painted warrior woman in that Grognak comic. I love the look, but finding the paint is hard! Anyway, time to go party! Victoria out.
October 23, 2287
Woke up this morning after our little "celebration" last night and holy crap! I had myself one really weird dream! In it a man was looking into a mirror, his wife standing over his shoulder, and they were having a conversation. Something about a veteran's hall, whatever that is. Everything was really friggin' clean, and the couple looked like they were from the old days, you know, before the bombs fell. I can still see their faces so clearly! Then suddenly the woman walks in front of the mirror and her face transformed into mine! What the hell?! First and last time I do whatever that was in Trash's inhaler! Crap gives you weird dreams! Sometimes I wonder how she functions, being high on that crap all the time like she is.
After shooting the breeze with the crew, I made my way down the hill and crossed the little stream at its base. Found several cool things:
- Big structure built up on a power line tower surrounded by farmland to the southeast of our hill top camp. Maybe a good place for the crew to "check out" later, but I was looking for a place we wouldn't have to fight for while we gather our strength. Kept my distance for now.
- Slightly north of that, a water tower, and oddly enough, it had 4 canisters of purified water and an aid kit at its base and a half buried trunk nearby full of goodies!
- Old Red Rocket building just north of the water tower. Had a friendly dog there that helped me kill some molerats that ambushed us. He's my dog now, I guess. Gave him some roasted molerat for a job well done.
The building itself has a workshop, weapon and armor bench, barbecue spit, and a Chem production station (boy, Trash is gonna love that!). Threw my sleeping bag down in what was the office, rearranged the storage furniture, and I'm calling it home for now. Hell, it has everything we need!
- Pre War settlement on a lake called "Sanctuary Hills" to the northeast of the Red Rocket building. Didn't explore fully because of a robot hanging around the north side of the area. May come back with the crew later as it has potential to be an excellent base.
- Small encampment of 3 Raiders and a dog northeast of Red Rocket. They were all asleep so I tossed a molotov from a rock formation on the south side of the camp that took out two of them. Then I relocated to another rock formation on the north side of the camp and killed the last jerk and his dog with my bolt action rifle. Looted the corpses and returned to Red Rocket.
Well, when I returned to Red Rocket it was dark so I'm hitting the hay now. This PipBoy Trixie took off that Vault dweller we wasted on the road is really helping me with my scouting missions! Very pleased with its performance! This dog is also very smart! In addition to mauling people on command, he can find and pick stuff up! Very useful mutt! Tomorrow I'll head back to our camp under the power line tower and report my findings to Trixie. Hopefully they don't all get wasted tonight. This area seems peaceful, but trouble could pop up at any moment. Victoria out.