Fallout: Global Crisis

Courier sighed as she sat in the restored vertibird that had been waiting for her, tracable only by tracing a signal's given coordinates. Yes-man, now programmed to be more realistic and obey only her, had told her the signal was from an unknown sender, just in morse code. It said that it could show what caused the great collapses. Courier had losses she wanted payback for. "Boone..." The ex-NCR sniper. He had been crushed from the waist down. She ended his suffering with a single bullet. Her first trusted friend since... after the memory loss. She wore his beret and carried his scoped rifle in rememberance. She had modified her coat with straps just to carry the gun. His dog tags were around her neck, under her shirt.

T.S.C crawled up onto the top of the hill, overlooking the coordinates from where the mysterious signal said to go. She had decoded herself, with only a minor bit of help from a friend in the Brotherhood of Steel. Her sniper rifle dug into her back, and she shifted position, getting a bit more comfortable. She had detached the scope to her sniper, and held it up to her eye, examining the Vertibird. And then back to examining the Courier, she had finally caught up with Her! She got up, and pulling her sniper off her back, reattached the scope to it, making a few adjustments, before sliding down the face of the hill, and skidding to a halt at the bottom near the Vertibird. She looked around, holding her sniper-rifle close, then sighing, put it on her back holster, seeing that it wasn't a trap. She walked over to a side-seat on the Vertibird's Holding Bay, and sat across from the Courier, glancing at her once, before looking out across the wastes, watching for enemies, or something... Worse.
(Battle Cattle!!! x3)

Courier looked over at the person who just came in, catching a glance at the symbol and number on the back of her coat. A courier, numbered twenty one. Useful for small personal deliveries, Courier had an understanding with the office in Primm. They don't lose any of her deliveries and she lets them battle a few Securitrons for really dangerous deliveries. Win-Win. Courier leaned forward. "Hello there. What reason would you have to come here? You ain't here by accident."

T.S.C clenched her hands, and took in a breath, then let it go, reminding herself, that figuring out what was going on came first, then her personal vendetta. "I came here because of the signal. Like you." She held up her Pip-boy, and turned a dial, till' it got to the Morse code signal, then turned it back. She then turned back to the wasteland, going silent once more.

Courier could see ol' twenty one wasn't in the mood to talk, so she fell silent too. It wasn't long until the vertibird started up by itself, going on auto-pilot as it flew off. A voice came from the radio which Courier went up to turn up. "Welcome you two. So good to see you Courier Six... though I honestly didn't expect anyone else. I believe the first thing needed said is that these collapses were deliberate. Caused by others who wish for all civilization to die out." Courier knew it... but who were the ones who destroyed her great city? One won through hardship and sacrifice?

T.S.C Growled at the voice, "How do we know you aren't part of the people that want it gone Hmmm....?" Her hair, although tied back into ponytail, parted down both her shoulders. "And another thing..... Where exactly are you taking us?" She muttered to herself as she peered out side door window.

OOC: Sorry for the short post Cry... ^.^'

"All answers in due time. As for who is doing this, I can show you right here. They are simple called Molemen." A screen powered on at the front of the aircraft and showed a group of men obviously spliced with mole DNA. "Outcasts from society, these 'people' wish to drag down society to their level by destroying it and forcing others to live as they do." Courier typed out a message on her Pipboy and showed it to TSC. "A hundred caps says the people who called out to us to clean up this mess created it in the first place."

T.S.C Looked at her then looked to her Pip-boy and typed something out. 'You're on, probably some idiots who couldn't work old world tech right either.....' She let out a smallish grin to the Courier before typing something else up. 'That or they ARE the Mole-men, and just want us out of the way.... 200 caps on that.' Her grin faded when she held up the message to the person across from her.