Days pass with no contact with anyone. The rotten ghoul woman spends them hunting and scavenging, trying to lie low until she reaches her brahmin carriage escort, and they take off back to her home. No, she's not from Idaho. The caravan company she's with is based in New Vegas. She's made successful in her mission, and it's time to go home.

Upon the return of her confidential mission, she is greeted with sasparilla and glory among all of her peers. Behind closed doors, the one and only president of Crimson Caravan Company, her ghoul brother, commended her for her discretion, and left it at that. Of course, he also afforded her a lush lifestyle in one of the Strip's penthouses, and a new job; staying to guard HQ. It's actually unnecessary for a woman with her experience to command such a simple job, considering the securitron presence. Anyone who even thinks about raiding their compound would be out of their minds, it just doesn't happen. Even still, it helps his brother's peace of mind to have her down there, willing to lay down her life for him if it ever came to that. She'd like to complain about the lack of action these days, but she'd rather thank her brother for giving her the opportunity and just leave it at that.

Still, she can't shake the feeling that something is missing. Her encounter with that human has left her curious about him and his fate.

A half-year passes since her encounter with that him. He's just a passing thought now. One day, as she patrols the storefront interior, she feels off, as if something were... off...

You awaken on an alien planet, surrounded by ruins and strange artifacts. The air is thick with the scent of decay. As you search through the wreckage, you find a mysterious device buried deep within a stone structure. It glows faintly in the dim light, emitting a soft hum. Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet begins to tremble violently. Lightning flashes across the sky, illuminating the scene around you. Your heart races with fear as the city above collapses into ruin.

(AI generated Response) "New Jericho awaits... or does it?" (AI Generated Response - Continuously Revised on Reader Demand.)

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You have a few items of your own that might be valuable to the caravan, including: a pair of well-worn leather armor (providing some protection against physical attacks) an ancient hunting rifle (capable of dealing damage at long range) and a first aid kit (containing various medical supplies).

What do you offer Redding for his goods?

You have a few items of your own that might be valuable to the caravan, including: a pair of well-worn leather armor (providing some protection against physical attacks) an ancient hunting rifle (capable of dealing damage at long range) and a first aid kit (containing various medical supplies).

What do you offer Redding for his goods?

Kendra blinks in surprise before flashing him a weak smile. "Are you sure? After all this time..." She trails off, feeling suddenly shy and uncertain. A part of her wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and try again with him, but another part is still wary, remembering the pain and betrayal that tainted their past together.

"I don't know," she admits softly. "What do you think?"

Kendra closes her eyes, considering his words. She can't deny that part of her longs to go back in time, when things were simple and they were in love. But she also knows that life has moved on, and so must she. Then again, maybe things will be better, now that they're older and wiser. After a moment's hesitation, she nods slowly. "Alright," she whispers. "One more try."

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his hand glide up her back, over the curve of her shoulder, and cupping her cheek.

The Pitt is home to a unique faction called the Slavers, who kidnap people from across the wasteland and sell them into servitude at the steel mill. Players could potentially become involved in their underground network or attempt to free those enslaved by it.

The Brotherhood of Steel is a paramilitary organization dedicated to preserving pre-War technology and using it to rebuild society. They have several divisions across the wasteland, each with their own agendas and priorities. The Capital Wasteland division, based at Fort Independence in the ruins of Boston, is particularly active and often clashes with other factions vying for control over technology.