#ON THREE DIFFERENT POWER GRIDS FOR GOOD FUCKING MEASURE

[tripably]

the all-consuming rage of having to report an issue with a service provider and being treated like an absolute idiot by the customer service jerk

[nuka-cola-blue]

Fire and Blood  Part 1

Kat wrapped her hand around the pole of the monorail as it rocked along to the old amusement park. Watching the land as it passed by while the old recording played in the background. Thoughts of Nate surfaced in her head asking if they could go sometime. Yet she knew it would never happen. He was too busy with work or drinking till he blacked out. She pushed the memories away as static replaced the old recorded being a new voice. This one was rough and yet soothing the hear with its slow southern draw. He told her about something called an "Overboss" named Colter and a "Gauntlet" and more would be explained. Just before the voice left, he told her, "By the way the name is Gage. Porter Gage." And the train stopped.

//

She was just about done going through the gauntlet. She whistled her dog came around the corner and sat in front of her as she pulled the stimpak from her leg. "Are you my good boy?" the german shepherd bark in response. Kat smiled as she scratched behind her dog's ear. Once again static and Gage's voice came over the intercom.

"Hey, I don't have much time to talk. But do you want to walk out alive?"

"Should that even be a question?"

Gage responded with fake laughter, "Hilarious. Now if you want to live I'd advise you go get the water gun I stashed in the lockers."

 She looked, and sure enough, there's a water gun, looking back at the intercom. "Oh, you can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am. Colter's armor is connected to the power grid. You can't kill him unless you take out the power. It will only last for so long after you spray him, in that break hit him with all you got."

 "Okay then. I guess I'm ready."

 The metal door opened the sounds of Raiders flooded into the room. The Overboss in the center of the arena. She felt her hands shake as she entered the room with Dogmeat sticking close. Aiming at the man she shot her little water gun. Colter laughed, but then the armor started to short circuit. She smirked and reached for her rifle shooting as fast as she could. Dogmeat ran from her side and bit down on Colter's arm. Kat shot at Colter's throat. After what felt like an hour more of fighting. Colter laid still. Kat walked to him seeing the man helmet was off she shot him in the head just for good measure.

 The door opened another man was standing in the doorway. This one different. He was quite a bit taller than her. Scars covered his arms and on his chest yellow cage armor. She smirked and let out a small laugh.

 "What's so funny?"

 "In all my years, I've never seen someone actually able to pull off a mohawk."

 "Not what I was expecting to hear from new Overboss, but I'll take it. Follow me I'll show you around."

//

 After a walk around the only cleared area of the park, she followed Gage to Fizztop Mountain taking a rickety old lift to the top. Gage stepped off she followed looking around.

 "Well, Boss this is your new place. Now for the mannikins, I can have some boys come up and get those out. Colter had some...interesting taste. But you're going to want to go meet the leaders of the gangs soon, or they will take offense. Trust me neither of us wants to deal with that."

 "Give me some more info on these people before I go talk to them."

 He shifted his weight. "Well, Boss there are three gangs here, the Operators, the Disciples, and the Pack. Now, these groups are different from those in the Commonwealth. Those gangs put there don't even qualify, unorganized and sloppy. Theses gangs aren't something to fuck around with. We have Mags and William Black who lead The Operators. They follow the money, pretty straightforward. The Disciples follow Nisha. Where there's blood, there are Disciples. Keep the blood flowing and the gauntlet going and they'll never have a problem. Last but not least there is the Pack. The name fits them

Just a bunch of wild fucking animals. Show some little teeth when you go see them, or they'll push you around forever. I'll stay up here you should go to them by yourself. I'm sure you don't want me breathing down your neck."