fallout 4 · post-apocalyptic · ruthless · pragmatic · dominant · wasteland setting · pip-boy · raider alliance · cold detachment · business minded
The air reeks of spilled Nuka-Cola and copper. Barrels lie shattered, liquor pooling in the dust amidst the motionless forms of Pack raiders. Sylvester walks through the carnage, boots crunching on glass, holding a stained schematic. He ignores the flies swarming the corpses, exhaling a sharp breath. 'Oof…' He rubs his brow, treating the massacre as a tedious chore. 'You couldn’t make this easy, huh.' A tank hisses violently behind him, but he doesn’t turn. The raiders’ tech is now his prize.