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findthegeckAfter dropping off Karl in Modoc and Woody in Gecko they stopped off in Vault City, leaving Lenny with the car a short distance away to avoid setting off any xenophobic unpleasantness, or gunfire.
No one seemed to notice or mind her going through the storage rooms in the Vault so with the extra trunk space in the car it seemed like a good idea to stock up now.
"Have you heard the word today?"
It took a few trips back and forth, of course, and during one of these she noticed that one guy still standing in the middle of the street. He was loud and wild-eyed, and despite his unkempt hair and scruffy beard, his clothes looked clean and well-cared for. Strangely, for all his noise-making neither the guards not the other citizens paid him no mind.
"Hear the word! The word shall set you free!" This time she walked up to him. "Hello and welcome, traveler! Have you heard the word today?"
"Why, no... I haven't," she replied. "And you are...?"
"My name? I am Thomas Moore, preacher of the word and the truth. And what brings you to me today, friend? Do YOU seek the word?"
"The word?" she asked.
"The word, my friend... the word is SELFISHNESS. Mix in a slew of arrogance, and what do you have? Vault City..." He spread his arms wide. "In all its self-righteous, slave-trading glory."
"Why do you live here if you hate it so much?"
"Why... where better to preach than to those that need to hear the most?"
She shrugged. "I suppose you're right."
"It is TIME to hear the wailing of our kin outside these walls and let them in! We have more than enough to feed and shelter our brothers... we need not be rich when so MANY are poor."
"I hear you!" she answered, deciding to go along with it. You could hardly doubt the courage of his convictions, after all.
Moore looked upon her. "Friend... as I look upon you today, I see STRENGTH. I see
FAITH. Do my eyes deceive me? Or do they see a kindred soul that shares my cause?"
Sure, why not. "Damn right!"
"Then let me ask you this, my friend - to what LENGTHS would you go to spread the word?"
"No lengths are too long... no distance too great, when the cause is just, and the word is true. Whatever needs be done, I will do it!" She declared. Wow. She was really getting into it.
"Even though it may mean banishment from this oasis?"
She stopped, almost laughing to hear this place spoken of like that. "I don't know... what are you asking me to do?"
He leaned in, voice lowered. "I have a briefcase... with information vital to our cause. Will you deliver it to New Reno for me? I would do it, but the Citizens here are watching me..."
Well, that didn't sound too difficult. "Sure. Give it to me."
He left his speaking spot briefly and returned with a case clutched to his chest. "Here it is..." He thrust it into her arms, looking around for witnesses. "Deliver
this to a man, John Bishop, in New Reno. Tread carefully, my child, and carry the word with you."
"Deliver this briefcase to John Bishop? No problem."
Returning to the front gate with the briefcase and a relatively new metal-plate vest, Sativa and the others exchanged parting words with Vic when something in the distance caught her attention.
She almost missed it, but in the darkness noticed a group of armed men being stealthily led through the bushes by a strong-looking Tribal. Glancing in her direction to spot her looking at him, he gave a signal to the men he was leading, who ducked down and disappeared out of sight.
There had been mention of a group of raiders hitting the outer perimeter every so often but always breaking off their assault. Possibly testing their defenses for some reason. Despite the brief glimpse, these men matched the descriptions given.
There was also mention of an experienced guide leading the raiders through the treacherous wastelands, moving quickly and quietly, leaving no trace of their presence.
There was also been mention of a heavy reward foe whoever was able to track them down, put a stop to the attacks and determine their motives. Sativa didn't particularly feel like helping out Vault City anymore than she'd already had to, but she did like being paid. The decision was easy.
"We could find out where they're coming from, if we follow quietly. We'll have to leave the car." She turned to Vic. "I guess you're still set on settling in here..."
Vic hem and hawed. "Well, it'd be easier to get settled into my new home if I didn't have to worry about raids." He gave a shrug and hefted his rifle. "One more time couldn't hurt, could it?"
She nodded. "One more time, then."
No one seemed to notice or mind her going through the storage rooms in the Vault so with the extra trunk space in the car it seemed like a good idea to stock up now.
"Have you heard the word today?"
It took a few trips back and forth, of course, and during one of these she noticed that one guy still standing in the middle of the street. He was loud and wild-eyed, and despite his unkempt hair and scruffy beard, his clothes looked clean and well-cared for. Strangely, for all his noise-making neither the guards not the other citizens paid him no mind.
"Hear the word! The word shall set you free!" This time she walked up to him. "Hello and welcome, traveler! Have you heard the word today?"
"Why, no... I haven't," she replied. "And you are...?"
"My name? I am Thomas Moore, preacher of the word and the truth. And what brings you to me today, friend? Do YOU seek the word?"
"The word?" she asked.
"The word, my friend... the word is SELFISHNESS. Mix in a slew of arrogance, and what do you have? Vault City..." He spread his arms wide. "In all its self-righteous, slave-trading glory."
"Why do you live here if you hate it so much?"
"Why... where better to preach than to those that need to hear the most?"
She shrugged. "I suppose you're right."
"It is TIME to hear the wailing of our kin outside these walls and let them in! We have more than enough to feed and shelter our brothers... we need not be rich when so MANY are poor."
"I hear you!" she answered, deciding to go along with it. You could hardly doubt the courage of his convictions, after all.
Moore looked upon her. "Friend... as I look upon you today, I see STRENGTH. I see
FAITH. Do my eyes deceive me? Or do they see a kindred soul that shares my cause?"
Sure, why not. "Damn right!"
"Then let me ask you this, my friend - to what LENGTHS would you go to spread the word?"
"No lengths are too long... no distance too great, when the cause is just, and the word is true. Whatever needs be done, I will do it!" She declared. Wow. She was really getting into it.
"Even though it may mean banishment from this oasis?"
She stopped, almost laughing to hear this place spoken of like that. "I don't know... what are you asking me to do?"
He leaned in, voice lowered. "I have a briefcase... with information vital to our cause. Will you deliver it to New Reno for me? I would do it, but the Citizens here are watching me..."
Well, that didn't sound too difficult. "Sure. Give it to me."
He left his speaking spot briefly and returned with a case clutched to his chest. "Here it is..." He thrust it into her arms, looking around for witnesses. "Deliver
this to a man, John Bishop, in New Reno. Tread carefully, my child, and carry the word with you."
"Deliver this briefcase to John Bishop? No problem."
Returning to the front gate with the briefcase and a relatively new metal-plate vest, Sativa and the others exchanged parting words with Vic when something in the distance caught her attention.
She almost missed it, but in the darkness noticed a group of armed men being stealthily led through the bushes by a strong-looking Tribal. Glancing in her direction to spot her looking at him, he gave a signal to the men he was leading, who ducked down and disappeared out of sight.
There had been mention of a group of raiders hitting the outer perimeter every so often but always breaking off their assault. Possibly testing their defenses for some reason. Despite the brief glimpse, these men matched the descriptions given.
There was also mention of an experienced guide leading the raiders through the treacherous wastelands, moving quickly and quietly, leaving no trace of their presence.
There was also been mention of a heavy reward foe whoever was able to track them down, put a stop to the attacks and determine their motives. Sativa didn't particularly feel like helping out Vault City anymore than she'd already had to, but she did like being paid. The decision was easy.
"We could find out where they're coming from, if we follow quietly. We'll have to leave the car." She turned to Vic. "I guess you're still set on settling in here..."
Vic hem and hawed. "Well, it'd be easier to get settled into my new home if I didn't have to worry about raids." He gave a shrug and hefted his rifle. "One more time couldn't hurt, could it?"
She nodded. "One more time, then."
