#courier 5

[irenecatz]

this is you guys

[sneakyaxolotl]

hello tumblr today I would like to you to meet my courier oc

like every other courier oc in the world, arlo is gay for yes man They met when Arlo was looking for Benny, and he accidentally got Yes Man to have romantic feelings for him

he's a lil special when it comes to computer science and robots, and he uses romance and smooth moves to wriggle himself out of situations here is some lore with him and my friend's courier Xad @thefiendly Arlo wasn't the 6th courier because he wasn't tasked with the platinum chip, however he was targeted by Benny while he was looking for the platinum chip. He was courier 5. Xad was the one who had the chip, but he gave it to Arlo when they met in OWB. Arlo may have accidentally gotten Xad's arm cut off but thats a story for another day i feel like i'm yapping so i'm gnna shut uiop[

here is some old art of him

tell me what you think of my boy

[a-fellow-courier]

“Hiiii update, got sorta kicked out of the town er… Some crazy mean can guy thought I was a spy or something I can’r remember- and a ghost? And shot me! Very rude, I think that means I wasn’t wanted there! But I also have a dog now too so it’s fine!”

"Aleksei, what? Slow down, what happened?"

[alice-lupine]

"I have this weird feeling that I got before the second battle of hoover dam, a feeling where something bad's going to happen."

[They look directly into your eyes and say this dead seriously.]

"We need an exorcist or a priest for this."

-@a-fellow-courier

No clue where to find someone like that. The best idea I’ve got is someone from new cannan or the king since I think he’s actually ordained to do weddings in freeside.

[doctorrrmobius]

"Hey doc, do you have the time for a letter?"

-@a-fellow-courier

Why, indeed I do! How about.. hmm… B!!!

[fly-vertibirds-everyday]

In the same nuclear powerplant near Raptor Lake lies a considerably large fuel reprocessing annex. The technology within is extraordinarily nascient, the result of the bright minds at Los Alamos, Alamogordo, and Sandia working together with a common goal- to power the region.

A semitruck with the shipping container backs into the entry door.

A technician operating a gantry crane opens the shipping container of low level waste and lifts out large blocks of dull metal.

This metal is placed on a conveyor belt and moved into a large metal apparatus. A hydraulic shear divides the metal, and the metal is dropped into a sealed vat of nitric acid.

A technician activates an electric stirrer as the metal dissolves into the acid while organic impurities in the waste begin to froth and produce toxic fumes, which is inactivated by charcoal filters and the harmless gas piped out of the refinery.

The machine continues to stir until all the metal is dissolved in the vat.

The technician calls out to a bunch of people standing at a large table with some terminals connected a group of gas centrifuges cobbled together from various odds and ends.

The technician opens a valve, and the lights flicker as the centrifuges begin to spin up with the acid slurry pumping through their veins.

Impurities are mechanically separated and sent down a smaller duct into a sealed storage vat.

The remaining uranium-plutonium rich slurry goes into another set of centrifuges, separating the uranium and plutonium.

These are piped to another set of centrifuges, separating the uranium into two main isotopes- U-235 and U-238.

The plutonium is centrifuged and it’s isotopes collected for future use.

The uranium isotopes in dissolved uranyl nitrate are brought into an electric denitrifying device, producing lumps of benign uranium.

The uranium is scooped by hand into metal boxes and brought to a mechanical grinder in a ratio to produce 26 percent enriched uranium (U-235) fuel powder.

This powder is then scooped by technicians in advanced hazmat suits into a new set of crates and then a sintering furnace, which over the course of half an hour melts the powders and molds them into an array of benign fuel pellets.

The pellets are shoved into 6 feet long zirconium tubes and capped.

A technician takes the fuel bundle, packs it in a container and brings it to the containment room in the plant itself.

In the reactor containment room, several technicians slide the fuel rods into a large series of brackets and control rods that form the reactor’s core.

The lid is sealed and the technicians depart the containment building.

Liquid sodium at 110 degrees celcius is introduced into the primary cooling loop until it’s full.

Four reactor operators check dials with various information pertaining to things the reactor needs to operate, and command the fuel rods to be lifted out to a specific percentage, as a neutron burst from a neutron generator strikes the rods.

Inside, a single uranium-235 atom captures a neutron and fissions into Krypton-92 and Barium-141, emitting another neutron. More atoms follow suit, only for a good percentage of neutrons to be absorbed by the control rods surrounding the core.

In the control room, various annunciator lights flicker on telling the operators the reactor is starting up.

Heated liquid sodium courses through heat exchangers, a thin wall separating two extremes.

The water within boils into dense high-pressure steam and gets sent through two turbines- high pressure and low pressure respectively.

The steam exhausts it’s energy and is sent through a forced draft cooling tower, causing steam to be blown out.

Electricity is synchronized by some other technicians, and the plant is hooked to the grid.

The lights of Alamogordo and Holloman turns from a dim yellow to a bright yellow as new electricity flows into the grid.

Diesel generators across the town are switched off, and Legion scouts outside the Eagles’ territory notice the plume of steam, but think nothing of it. Sarah, Five, Kyle and Pete stand outside with other soldiers, migrants and children on the base, eying the plume of steam from the nuclear plant as the Joint Chiefs of Staff speak at a press conference about the newly declassified facility over porch radios.

But the Eagles have just changed. No longer are they reliant on fission batteries, microfusion generators or primarily diesel for power- the main stranglehold the Legion had on them.

With the most pressing concern known as electrical shortages out of the way, the Eagles’ high command prepares to use their honed military and covert operations teams in the largest operation they have yet to strike at the most pressing issue- the fact the Legion oppresses New Mexico’s science facilities, controls New Mexico’s oil, uranium mines, phosphate and concrete quarries, farms and trade routes.

Vulpes’ worst fears are set to come true once again.

[legatiuslanate]

[Five rolls up, in courier uniform instead of their ncr clothing with their messenger bag.]

"I believe someone asked for a new keyboard?"

-@a-fellow-courier

[The Legate glares down at the courier, arms crossed against his massive armored chest.] That would be I, Tabellarius. My old one happened to meet an unfortunate end.. I blame the profligates that congregate on there. Now give it here.

[realpresidentkimball]

What are your thoughts on the people you’ve met so far? / What are Kimball’s thoughts on the other RP characters?

it’s… quite a mixture of folk, that’s for sure. you never know what you’re going to run into out here anymore.

general oliver is capable, but he needs to be more tactful. nevertheless, he’s a good man. hardworking. not a slouch who needs hand outs. and i’ve heard about his adventures in the mojave and beyond. impressive. i wonder how the negotiations with the screaming eagles are faring..

the fifth courier has got a strange air to them, and they’ve got skills even i’ve never heard of before, let alone seen. a damn good shot, too. i admire their work with the baja rangers.

speaking of which.. the baja rangers are the best damn thing the NCR has to offer. i’m especially proud of the K-9 unit. those boys (and girls, i suppose) are the backbone of the NCR. they’re tough as nails, and loyal to the core. i trust them more than i trust anyone else. if everyone in this big damn desert was like the baja rangers, life’d be a lot easier.

that fool in a beret, on the other hand..

he’s a decent shooter, i’ll give him that, but he’s got a stick stuck so far up his ass it’d take a whole caravan of brahmin to pull it out. it’s a shame he’s disgraced himself as much as he has. he had so much promise.

don’t get me started on that alice girl either. good God, she’s a pain in the neck. she’s absolutely psychotic! makes me wonder what the hell kind of past she has.

samuel…

he’s a good man. he’s got a mind as sharp as a sword, and a tongue to match. shame about his wife. she seemed capable, but proved herself traitorous through and through.

i suppose that’s just about all of them. you’ll have to excuse me now. i’m a busy man.

[a-fellow-courier]

“Ooh! Marble.”

[One Stardust Marble Added] “Shiny…”

[a-fellow-courier]

Hello Five ☺️ I hope this question is not Insensitive . So you are “they” correct? Initially , I thought this meant you were Many. Now I understand that you are neither male nor female ( meaning you have obtained the powers of both, you can Office and Kitchen, very good). However 🤔 Perchance you are not only Genderless but also Many, which would be Quite Badass 😁

"I know who you are by your tone. Hi June."

"Anyways, yes, that's correct. Special power I have, I am male and female depending on how people see me. it means I can go anywhere, except unauthorized sites on a military base."

"I am both genderless and both genders at the same thing. I think if we weren't in a world with mutated creatures, I'd be put in a mental asylum due to the fact my repeated deaths have messed up my sense of self!"

[doctorrrmobius]

[The door closes behind him. His brain case leans against the wall behind him before slowly lowering himself down to the floor, the beautifully written twelve page letter going down with him. He stares at it, silently studying every letter, every smudge, every crease, and every fold in the paper.

He remembered.

Oh, how Mobius missed him.

He lets out a shuddering gasp. It's all his fault. His own fear, his paranoia, had done this. He has broken them, had broken them all, his friends, his... Klein.

Klein had once loved him. Once, before the war, before... their fall. Had they been a couple? He could not tell. It has been so long. All he knew was that they once had deep feelings for each other. He didn't even know how deep those feelings went. But they were love. Real love.

And he had ruined everything. He had turned his only love into a paranoid, psychotic wreck, and then destroyed his memory. All that's left of Klein is some hollowed out, crazed husk. The love they once had is long dead. And it's all Mobius' fault.

But, as he read, his memory began to get fuzzy. Words danced across pages. He could not remember the words. He could not remember the meaning. All he could remember is the feeling of sadness and loss he could not fathom.

He sat there for minutes, or hours, lost in his thoughts, until the programmed recursion ended. All thoughts about the letter vanished from his mind, taking with them all his previous emotions. He stared at the letter, puzzled, before putting it away without reading the last few words. Three of them. All he had left was the familiar feeling of sorrow.]

[tannnnblogs]

Yawn~

[chimaerakid]

finished version

[a-fellow-courier]

A full uniform Galileo appeared in Novac, a soft flash of light would have been seen if anyone had been looking there at this hour.

So, barely visible in the fading light he slowly made his way to the Courier’s door, pausing slightly before knocking.

(Yes he’s technically breaking one of his personas if 5 tells- buuut at this point 5 def doesn’t know why he’s there lmao)

[the sound of footsteps gets closer as the courier is rudely awakened from their slumber]

“What the hell do you want, Crawford? What now, you’re going to have me pay rent on it? You said I could use it.”

[the door opens on the chain lock and a sleep deprived Five opens the door and it takes them a few seconds to realize who’s there.] “Oh, hey, galileo. Why are you here? It’s 3 in the morning.”

[doctorrrmobius]

"Hey Doc! Did I leave anything back here? Trying to make sure because well... Novac no longer exists and all my stuff was back there aka it also no longer exists."

-@a-fellow-courier

Oh, I don’t know, let me see… hmm.. Someone left some empty cans of cram and empty cigarette packets, and... yes... some used duct tape! Did you want those? Ah, probably not.. er.. What was that about Novac?

[a-fellow-courier]

( @aleksei-of-newvegas)

“This your cat?”

Sightless, colored!

Cave-dwelling deathclaws sunburn exceptionally easily; their skin is thin enough that burns can result in deep tissue or organ damage. If they take up residence near settlements it's common to see mirrors and glass lenses around homes and livestock pens.