Ask Ranger Vasquez

The questions, thoughts and stories of one old soldado. Keep me entertained, amigos!

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Dash Topic:

What awful fallout glitch happens to your muse

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[layla-granville]

Chica? Can I have a word with you?

*Looks up from her PIp-Boy* Huh? Oh, Vas.  Sure, what’s up?

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You–

You told another Ranger? *Looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.*

Oh, Jesucristo. God-fucking-damn it, Layla! Why the fuck– How could you do that?!

[layla-granville]

*She stepped back again, and had to stop herself from shaking as she stared at the visor staring down at her* I… I didn’t.  I thought you said you did.

[askrangervasquez-blog]

You– What?

*Steps back. Stares at her for an unnervingly long time. Is she trying to cover her own ass?*

… So you didn’t tell anyone, then. Not a fucking soul.

[layla-granville]

No!  I… I didn’t even tell anyone in Jacobstown a-after… *she found herself locking up a bit at that memory while faced with the current situation*

[askrangervasquez-blog]

... Okay. Okay.

That’s good. I didn’t want to have to...

*Trails off. After a moment, he turns on his heel and leaves as quickly as possible.*

[layla-granville]

Chica? Can I have a word with you?

*Looks up from her PIp-Boy* Huh? Oh, Vas.  Sure, what’s up?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

He? Who the fuck is he?

*Takes a step towards her.* God damn it, Granville, who did you tell?

[layla-granville]

*She seems to finally have noticed Vas’ demeanor.  His move had her recoiling automatically*

I… m-my brother.  Tony.  The ranger?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

You–

You told another Ranger? *Looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.*

Oh, Jesucristo. God-fucking-damn it, Layla! Why the fuck– How could you do that?!

[layla-granville]

*She stepped back again, and had to stop herself from shaking as she stared at the visor staring down at her* I… I didn’t.  I thought you said you did.

[askrangervasquez-blog]

You-- What?

*Steps back. Stares at her for an unnervingly long time. Is she trying to cover her own ass?*

... So you didn’t tell anyone, then. Not a fucking soul.

[layla-granville]

Chica? Can I have a word with you?

*Looks up from her PIp-Boy* Huh? Oh, Vas.  Sure, what’s up?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

He? Who the fuck is he?

*Takes a step towards her.* God damn it, Granville, who did you tell?

[layla-granville]

*She seems to finally have noticed Vas’ demeanor.  His move had her recoiling automatically*

I… m-my brother.  Tony.  The ranger?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

You--

You told another Ranger? *Looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.*

Oh, Jesucristo. God-fucking-damn it, Layla! Why the fuck-- How could you do that?!

[layla-granville]

Chica? Can I have a word with you?

*Looks up from her PIp-Boy* Huh? Oh, Vas.  Sure, what’s up?

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Some fucker asked me about… him. You know. El chico. The one…

*He’s quiet for a minute as he eyes her, trying to decipher the look on her face.* You didn’t tell anyone, right? I mean. You wouldn’t.

[layla-granville]

*She looks queasy now* Someone was asking you about it?  Oh god.  You didn’t say anything, did you? Like anything concrete?  Oh man…

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No! No. Of course not. I just said “fuck this,” but…

*Clenches his fists.* Señora Granville, I need to know if you– look. Did you, or did you not, tell someone about this?

[layla-granville]

You said “fuck this?!” he’s just going dig harder! Oh no no no, this is bad….” *She didn’t seem to hear the other question as she look off to the side, trying to think of damage control*

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He? Who the fuck is he?

*Takes a step towards her.* God damn it, Granville, who did you tell?

[layla-granville]

Chica? Can I have a word with you?

*Looks up from her PIp-Boy* Huh? Oh, Vas.  Sure, what’s up?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

There’s–

Look, uh… There’s no easy way to say this.

You didn’t… tell someone about what I did at Arroyo, did you?

[layla-granville]

*The calm, curious look she had been sporting melted into horror* W-why?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

Some fucker asked me about… him. You know. El chico. The one…

*He’s quiet for a minute as he eyes her, trying to decipher the look on her face.* You didn’t tell anyone, right? I mean. You wouldn’t.

[layla-granville]

*She looks queasy now* Someone was asking you about it?  Oh god.  You didn’t say anything, did you? Like anything concrete?  Oh man…

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No! No. Of course not. I just said “fuck this,” but...

*Clenches his fists.* Señora Granville, I need to know if you-- look. Did you, or did you not, tell someone about this?

[layla-granville]

Chica? Can I have a word with you?

*Looks up from her PIp-Boy* Huh? Oh, Vas.  Sure, what’s up?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

There’s–

Look, uh… There’s no easy way to say this.

You didn’t… tell someone about what I did at Arroyo, did you?

[layla-granville]

*The calm, curious look she had been sporting melted into horror* W-why?

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Some fucker asked me about... him. You know. El chico. The one...

*He’s quiet for a minute as he eyes her, trying to decipher the look on her face.* You didn’t tell anyone, right? I mean. You wouldn’t.

[layla-granville]

Chica? Can I have a word with you?

*Looks up from her PIp-Boy* Huh? Oh, Vas.  Sure, what’s up?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

There’s--

Look, uh... There’s no easy way to say this.

You didn’t... tell someone about what I did at Arroyo, did you?

[askrangervasquez-blog]

Popped him like a balloon

*And with that said, the Ranger is gone. There’s someone he needs to talk to.*

[askrangervasquez-blog]

Do you still think about that kid?

...

........

Fuck this.

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I'm sure that's comforting to the families of the people who died at Bitter Springs. Sure, your kids are dead, but hey, at least it wasn't the Enclave who killed them!

How many times am I going to have to say this? I’m not talking about Bitter Springs. I’m not going to run my fucking mouth off about a fucked-up situation that I was not a part of.

You want to talk about Bitter Springs, talk to a Khan. Or First Recon. Not me.

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Navarro and Bitter Springs. Then the battle of Helios One, where they turned traitor on the BoS, because they wanted whatever was in it. Does that sound bad enough? Or the fact that they treat people who have been living in the lands they annex like dirt? Though, neither The Enclave or The NCR are as bad as the Legion.

I was at Navarro. I know what we did there. We captured and kidnapped people, treated them like animals while we tried to figure out what happened on the Oil Rig.

Believe me, Navarro got what it deserved.

And you can talk about Helios One, but that never belonged to the Brotherhood. They stole it from the Mojave because they were looking for a weapon. They got what they deserved.

You can talk about the NCR all you want, but I was in the Mojave before they even got here. I saw what it was like before then. I was a Desert fucking Ranger.

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You would have been at home, at the massacre of Bitter Springs. Murdering innocent tribals is nothing new to you.

... You’re right. It’s not.

And there‘s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about that, believe me.

But if you think Bitter Springs is enough to put the NCR on the same level as mass-murdering genocidal fuckwads with a hard-on for weapons of mass destruction, you need to get your head checked.

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The NCR is just like the Fucking Enclave, no matter how you slice it. Only the assholes on top matter, and they will have troops slaughter innocent people for their own gain.

The day the NCR has me slaughter innocent people is the day I leave.

Now piss off, you little gilipollas. I don’t have time for some kid who doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

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Bitter Springs.

Arroyo.I’m not going to talk about Bitter Springs. I wasn’t there, and I’m glad I wasn’t.

[travelinginthewastes]

((I present to you, Vagquest Vasquest))

[askrangervasquez-blog]

Enclave traitor.

And proud, fucker.