Reaver's Servants Ch. 39: Goodbye, Lakeview Manor
We have come to terms.
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“…and we're back. This is Mr. New Vegas, and I feel something magic in the air tonight and I'm not just talking about the gamma radiation. More news for you: A Legion camp was found completely destroyed earlier this morning by a group of NCR soldiers out on routine patrol, which makes this the third confirmed report of Legion soldiers still in and around the Nevada and New Vegas areas. The camp was described as: ‘A horrific scene of body parts and blood not unlike a deathclaw attack’. When asked if there were any confirmed deathclaw sightings in the area, the soldiers couldn't confirm. Also in the headlines…”
The outpost, save for the radio, was a pretty quiet place. It was a place for caravans and their Brahmin to relax before heading in or out of the Mojave. With the Hoover Dam secured and the Mojave going through the annexation period, caravans could leave the Mojave Outpost, though it was still a lengthy pro
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The late desert night quiet was interrupted by the celebratory yelling and shouting of the man dancing in the lab coat. A nearby sleeping bighorner mother woke up with her calf still nestled nearby, and looked over at this display with tired contempt. The gecko, walking by with a dead cazadore in its mouth, found this spectacle odd as well. It was lucky for the confused Courier with her hand stuck in the air that no human, ghoul, or super mutant was passing by because this would have been embarrassing.
While she didn’t appreciate being treated like a radio antenna, Six still smiled as Carlos celebrated. She had no idea why he was celebrating, but she still smiled nonetheless. Carlos shook her a few times and then hugged her tightly. Six was even more confused.
“It’s him!” Carlos shouted. “He’s okay! When I couldn’t get back through the door to Night Vale, I was worried but he’s okay! Cecil’s okay and Nig
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Nights in the Mojave were usually calm. Cool weather and the occasional caw of a four-eyed vulture were a nice change from the blistering heat and the war cries of a band of Legion assassins. It was moments like this that the citizens of the Mojave Wastelands enjoyed. Moments like this were a commodity that caravanners paid good money to armed guards to have during their travels. The stars, the wind, and maybe the occasional rustle of a mutated gecko foraging for food were worth it just to get a little peace.
It was nights like this that the Courier usually kept her Pip-Boy 3000’s radio off. Just the sound of her boots on the broken pavement. Her real name was unimportant and most didn’t care to ask, anyway. The only person who asked for her real name was since arriving in the Mojave was a doctor in Goodsprings that yanked a bullet out of her head. It was best that no one knew her real name anyway. Going by this nickname suited her, though
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Why was it so dark? Why was it so cold? Terry didn’t know why she was here, but there she was in the middle of this big dark room. She could see her breath in front of her and steam came from the cold floors. The room was lifeless and Terry could feel her own body heat slipping. Suddenly, a bright light came on in front of her. It was then she realized she was naked. She wasn’t sure how she missed that before, especially in a room so cold that steam was coming off the floor.
“NAME!” shouted a voice from the light.
“Where am I?” Terry shouted, shivering now upon realizing she was naked.
“NAME!” the voice shouted again.
Terry sighed. “Terry.” She shouted back.
“FULL NAME ONLY! NO PSUEDONYMES!” the voice shouted again.
Terry sighed again. “Thérèse Nicolette Beaumont.”
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“Wait!” Benni shouted.
Terry was running as fast as she could, just to be away from this thing that was chasing her. This was it. This was the clincher. She was crazy. She had to be crazy. Why else would this thing be chasing her through the park at night? She was fine when it was just Dodie, but now this monstrosity was following her! What was it, what did it want, and why was it wearing a scarf in the summer? Terry decided to ignore that last question as she rounded a corner and ducked behind a park bench.
“Okay…” Terry whispered as Dodie struggled to release herself from the tight grip. “…okay, let’s not panic.”
“Who’s panicking?” Dodie asked, fluttering just at eye level to Terry. “We only saw some kind of mutant hell beast and returned its ugly scarf. No reason to panic.”
Terry shook her head and put her hands to her ears. “No, no, no, NO!&
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