Exposition and heading out into the wastes after the break!

Daionus (dsilva72794@gmail.com) submitted:

Before you leave, the doctor gives you a large satchel, containing the following:

• 4 Stimpaks, small syringes that contain a chemical made from processed Xander Roots and Broc Flowers that can heal small wounds.
• 9 bobby pins halves, useful tools when picking locks.
• An old pistol that fires 9 millimeter bullets.
• 45 9mm bullets.
• A Mojave Express Delivery Order (unread)

“Here. These are yours. Was all you had on you when you was brought in. I hope you don’t mind, but I gave the note a look. I thought it might help me find next of kin. But it was just something about a platinum chip.”

He opens an old trunk near the door containing two blue jumpsuits with “21” written on the back, and two large devices that look like the lovechildren of a terminal computer and a wristwatch. He gives you one of the giant wrist computers.

“Well, if you’re heading back out there, you ought to have this. They call it a Pip-Boy. I grew up in one of them vaults they made before the war. We all got one. Aint’ much use to me now, but you might want such a thing, after what you’ve been through. I know what it’s like, having something taken from you.”

You put on the Pipboy, surprised how it’s less heavy than it looks. The doctor gives you the more slender of the two jumpsuits.

‘And put this on, so the locals don’t pick on you for your lack of modesty.

You put it on quickly, wishing you still had your old outfit.

“Was my wife’s. She was about your size, and she hardly wore it after we left the vault. Felt it was too brazen.”

“Thanks for patching me up” you tell the Doctor.

“Don’t mention it.” He says. “It’s what I’m here for. I’m Doc Mitchell. Welcome to Goodsprings. You should talk to Sunny Smiles before you leave town. She can help you learn how to survive in the desert. She’ll likely be at the saloon.”

“I reckon some of the other folk at the saloon might be able to help you out, too. And that metal fella, Victor, who pulled you outta your grave.”

“Anyway, you ever get hurt again, you come right back. I’ll fix you up. But try not to get killed anymore.”

You leave the Doc’s house, and are briefly blinded by the sunlight.

Your name is Lyra. You have spent three years traveling the wastes as a courier. During your travels you have become skilled in the areas of sneaking, science, and gunplay.

You read the Mojave Express order, unsure of what to do.

INSTRUCTIONS

Deliver the package at the north entrance to the Vegas Strip, by way of Freeside. An agent of the recipient will meet you at the checkpoint, take possession of the package, and pay for the delivery. Bring the payment to Johnson Nash at the Mojave Express agency in Primm.

Bonus on completion: 250 caps.

MANIFEST

This package contains:

One (1) Oversized Poker Chip, composed of Platinum

CONTRACT PENALTIES

You are an authorized agent of the Mojave Express Package until delivery is complete and payment has been processed, contractually obligated to complete this transaction and materially responsible for any malfeasance or loss. Failure to deliver the proper recipient may result in forfeiture of your advance and bonus, criminal charges, and/or pursuit by mercenary reclamation teams. The Mojave Express is not responsible for any injury or loss of life you experience as a result of said reclamation efforts.

Looks like you better find that chip.

Going further along,  you see a general store, a saloon, an old man, and a robot.

What do you do first?

Well, I have some science skill, for some reason. Let’s go with the robot!