Starter - @justabaker
The Wasteland was always a harsh environment to live. Between the Cazadors and Deathclaws, everything was Hellish. That wasn’t even taking into account the numerous gangs and Legion troops that made things feel even more insane. However, to him, it made him feel strangely at home. He’d been facing various adversaries for the past few years, especially after leaving the NCR, and to have it all vanish would be... strange to him, to say the least.
The past few years may have caused him to give into his more violent nature a lot more though, as today he was just itching to come face to face with either a raider or Legion party, and his prayers were met when a group of laser rifle equipped thugs came up to him, threatening to destroy the Brotherhood if he didn’t cooperate.
Another person confusing him for the Brotherhood of Steel. Interesting... and infuriating.
The fight didn’t last long, as even with the power armor, the man was absurdly fast. Even with them having him outnumbered five to one, he managed to get out of the situation with barely a scratch on him. The more impressive part was the fact that it was largely a barehanded takedown, with the Ballistic Fist on his left hand largely being used as a finishing blow.
Shotgun at his hip and laser rifle slung over his shoulder, the man stood quietly as he took in the newfound silence of his little corner of the Wasteland. Taking a deep breath, he loaded two more shotgun shells into the Ballistic Fist; it was almost like a form of meditation for him at this point.
