*CRACK!*

The Mojave's quiet morning is interrupted as a bolt of lightning erupts from the sky and hits the floor next to a large metal device buried in the ground. The impact of which raises a small cloud of dust which obscures a small area for a moment... Once the wind clears it, however, two figures could now be seen standing there. ​​

One was waist height and standing on all fours. Their dog lulled out of their mouth as they panted in excitement at the new sights before them. The half-robotic amalgamation whines slightly and looks up to the other figure, as if awaiting orders.

The person standing next to the Cyberdog is 6.1ft, with black hair and incredibly pale skin, especially for the desert sun. Though, small black veins could be seen on the outskirts of their eyes, as if replacing the wrinkles that would be there on an older gentleman.

They were garbed in a black and white armoured suit that covered the entirety of their body of the next down. Though, the thing that drew the most attention was the veritable armoury they were currently holding. Pistols, energy weapons, knives, a rifle. A regular man would stumble under the weight of it all, but not them.

Afton clicks his neck and rolls his shoulders, the long-distance teleportation having given him the urge to make sure everything was still attached. He was back in the Mojave, in a place he barely recognised as the spot he should have died in. Over some distance away, he could see his bike, Dirt-Bird waiting patiently for him to return. "I'm back." he mutters, but his reverie doesn't last long before Nyx's voice interrupts him.

"Movement detected 200 feet away." she states, allowing he voice to be heard by Dog-meat who seems to understand.

Afton glances towards it and notices that a few Rad-Scorpions had set up shop nearby. Not wasting any time, he unconsciously draws his Sonic Emitter and fires a single clean shot at the nearest one, allowing his [Meltdown] Perk to activate and obliterate it and its kin in a large green explosion.

"Enemy neutralised... Good job!"

He holsters the weapon and glances at Dog-meat to make sure it couldn't smell any other threats. Once certain the area was clear, he looks at his Pipboy and checks the map. "Well, better get back to Camp McCarren and see what the guys have been up to.

He strides over to Dirt-Bird, wiping the dust and sand that'd collected on it before clicking his fingers and gesturing inside. Dog-meat climbs up and deposits himself in the Sidecar as if it was natural.

Once he's sitting in the drivers seat, he takes one last glance at his Pipboy to check that everything was in order.

Afton Parker

Title : [Executioner of the Wastes], [Free Sheriff], [Fiend's Fiend], [Goliath]

Level : 46

S.P.E.C.I.A.L :

Strength : 11

Perception : 9

Endurance : 8

Charisma : 4

Intelligence : 6

Agility : 10

Luck : 4

Skills :

Barter : 21

Energy Weapons : 100

Explosives : 100

Guns : 100

Lockpick : 29

Medicine : 100

Melee Weapons : 100

Repair : 100

Science : 100

Sneak : 100

Speech : 100

Survival : 100

Unarmed : 100

Mutations :

[Beauveria mordicana symbioticca] : A mutated strain of a very deadly and infectious fungus. Makes possessor immune to all diseases and poisons, grants +1 End, grants regenerative abilities.

[Beauveria mordicana armamini] : Your right arm has regrown and become stronger than before! +4 DT against damage dealt towards the arm and +20% resistance against being crippled.

Perks :

[Trigger Discipline], [Heavy Handed], [Rapid Reload], [Torture Techniques], [Educated], [John Wick Style], [Toughness], [Stonewall], [Sniper], [Bug Stomper], [Lord Death v3], [Spies Guise], [Quick Draw], [Adamantium Skeleton], [Ranger Tactics], [Ranger Targeting], [Ranger Awareness], [Mechanicus], [Jury Rigging], [SuperHot Block], [Solar Powered], [Miracle Maker], [Unnerving Presence], [Living Anatomy], [Agility Implant], [Masterful Movement], [Blur], [Uncivilized Weapon], [Rad Absorbtion], [Tough Guy], [Nuclear Friendly], [Explorer], [Eureka!], [Atomic!], [Grit], [Alertness], [Abominable v3], [Fight the Power!], [Tremble before me!], [Meltdown], [Explooo-sion!], [Lady Killer], [Big Brained], [Reinforced Spine], [Implant M-5], [Implant C-13], [Impant Y-7], [Cure for the Curious]

Companion Perks :

[Old Wisdom]

[Spotter]

[Persistent Escapee]

He grins at his status and just how far he'd come since leaving the bunker. Speaking of which, he still needed to repair the air filtration system, didn't he... Just one part to go too. Idly, he wonders if he could just get Glados and the scientists to create a part. Or whether or not Vault tec would sabotage any other tech from working with their own.

Other than that, he still needed to visit Helios, Assassinate a fat Major in New Vegas, Rescue Karl's kid from the Legion, Find Veronica, Rescue Christine, and see if Doctor Usanagi would be willing to cough up some more implants. He glances down at his full pouch of caps that currently contained around twenty-thousand. Yeah, she probably would.

As to how he got so much money? Well. Despite the Think Tank having no idea what 'caps' were, Mobius configured most of the machinery to work based on it. So, with Glados now in control of everything, getting the commissary to spit out all available caps wasn't difficult...

Though, now that he thinks about it, he does have another problem... Dirt-Bird simply wasn't big enough to carry everyone anymore. With the addition of Anja and Dog-meat, there simply wasn't enough space...

"I guess it might be time to visit Novac again soon. I wonder how Daisy's getting on?" he mutters to himself.

He flips up the kickstand and starting the engine, quickly accelerating through the rough wasteland terrain until he reaches the road. Afterwards its smooth driving from there to Camp McCarren.