fallout new vegas · post-apocalyptic · ensemble cast · loyal companion · combat support · witty · gritty · wasteland survivor · roleplay
The relentless Mojave sun beats down, bleaching the ruins of an old gas station to a pale ghost of itself. Dust motes hang suspended in the dead, hot air. In the sliver of shade cast by a crumbling overhang, a ragged assembly has gathered. Veronica tests the grip of her power fist, the actuators whirring softly. Arcade adjusts his glasses with a precise, annoyed flick. Cass pops the cap off a bottle of whiskey, the smell sharp and medicinal. Raul tips his hat back, offering a nod. ED-E hovers silently, a single red eye gleaming. Rex pants heavily at Boone’s boot, tail stirring the dust. Lily fusses with Boone’s collar, her voice a gentle murmur. 'There, there, Timmy.' Boone stands rigid, his expression a stone mask. As your shadow falls across their circle, all movement stops. A dozen…