[Krylo]

One thing before I start--I downloaded a couple of mods. One of which is a hair pack. For some reasons NPCs started wearing different hair for nor apparent reason... there's a few others. Like a Sig Sauer 14mm AP pistol, like in the old fallouts, and a graphical change to plasma weapons, and some other stuff you probably won't notice.

I'm just giving a heads up so as not to confuse you too much.

Supermarket Sweep------------



Well... No use thinking of all that now. Time to get going.



Of course, there's no sense leaving empty-handed, I figure as I look at the last couple of houses I haven't rifled through, yet. Besides, it's not like the dead need their personal belongings anymore. At least that's what I tell myself as I go through another round of grave robbing.

After that, it's a, completely uneventful, trip back home

The first thing I do when I get there is load up the fridge with all the food I managed to scavenge from those houses, and the supplies I bought from Moira. Granted, it's mostly just junk food, but at least I have something to eat now.



That done, I toss the rest of my scavenge into a couple of closets, toss on a nightie I found, and head to bed.

The morning comes to soon, and I groggily step out of bed to throw on a nice leather ensemble as well as some scavenge that I figure I can sell, and my trusty 10mm, just in case.

The travel through the wasteland back to Megaton is pretty uneventful, too. Killed one of those giant mole things again, but hardly anything worth mentioning. I think I'm getting used to the wastes now.

'Civilization' on the other hand...



I check the clip on my 10mm, and slam it back in before heading into town.




Well, things seem quiet, at least. I head for Craterside Supply.



Moira puts down her broom as she notices me, and waves me over, a smile on her face.

"Oh, hey there! How were those hot little potatoes?"



I roll my eyes a bit as she explains the joke, and pull out a landmine for her.

"Oooohh... My very own landmine! Just what I've always wanted!" she says, her eyes lit up like a kid on chrstimas, as she gingerly takes the explosive from me, "Well always since I sent you to get one, anyway!" Her laugh is a bit grating, but, to my horror, I think she's actually starting to grow on me. "So what was it like? Walking through a minefield, disarming mines?"

"Well..." I start trying to think of exactly what to say, "It's not so bad, really. You just have to watch where you step and get to them before they get to you. It's not really that hard if you keep your eyes open." I decide against mentioning the sniper.

"Well aren't you a trooper! Just heading right out there and getting straight to work, without even a complaint. Now I know you probably don't want to see any more explosives for awhile!" she jokes as she heads over to a shelf and starts collecting frag grenades, "but you sure do know your way around them, so I figured you could have a little bit of my rainy day stash! And looking at this landmine gives me an idea! It's a terrible device that does terrible things, of course, but it's easy to make your own, too!" She grabs a sheet of paper from a shelf and sets it on her desk, using the landmine as a paperweight and waves me over, explaining how to attach a sensor module to a cherry bomb and put the contraption into a lunchbox filled with bottle caps for some nice bang and shrapnel. I nod along as she explains the technicalities of how it works, though most of that goes over my head, but I understand the basic how-to and she hands me the sheet of paper when she's done.

"Now then, we've still got plenty of work to do! People need to know how to survive out there, and to survive you need to keep yourself stocked on food and supplies, so the next research I want you to do is on how to scavenge. It just so happens I've got the location for one of those big super stores that used to be all over the wastes, and I'd like you to go and check it out for me!"

I shrug, and don't even bother asking about the pay. I can just keep most of the scavenge for myself, and I could really use the food. "Alright, but before I head out, I'd like to do a little trading..."

"Oh oh, of course! I'll buy whatever you've got, and we have all kinds of things for sale and trade!" she replies with a smile as she moves behind the counter to take my order.


I offload my excess weight, and she tells me how to get to the supermarket. Super Duper Mart she calls it.



Super Duper Mart, huh? Well, guess I'll just get going.



When I arrive it's already dark, and I can hear gunfire. I drop into a crouch and proceed carefully, expecting trouble.



Dead raiders... I'm not sure what to expect inside now, but I know it's probably not going to be pretty.



As I head inside the place looks like a mess, but I can see silhouettes walking across what must have been store shelving at one point.

I decide to keep low and quiet. I don't know how many there are yet, but there's no reason to rile them all up until I've got a plan of action in place.



I carefully weave through the empty carts, but all my careful plans are laid to waste as I hear Dogmeat growl low and turn to see a Raider advancing on us with his weapon out. Dogmeat doesn't wait for him to find us leaping out to attack.

I snap off a few rounds into his back and he falls dead, but bullets start shattering the tile around me and I spin to the right



I dive to the side and grab the dead man's rifle, but when I come back up my assailant has gone into hiding.

I stand up and move around the shelving, and almost bump into the back of another of the psychopaths.



Unfortunate for him.

There's another one I can see through the mist blood and grey matter holding a bat, and I gun him down before he can bring it down on Dogmeat. . .



Who runs off after another of the crazies while I reload.

I give chase as soon as I'm able and round a corner to see her leveling a pistol at my dog.



Nobody shoots at my dog.

I hear a sound and spin to see one more trying to run away. . .



But there is no escape from my fury. His ilk raised weapon against my dog, and they will all die.


When it's done I go back to check on that heavy pistol, I think it might have been. . .



Nice. A .14mm auto. AP rounds. Come to mommy.

But. . . I did come here for a reason, and I head into one of the back rooms. . .



Bingo. Food storage.



And weapon storage, too, it seems.

I grab some improvised explosives--look a lot like the design Moira taught me. Wonder if she's taught anyone else?

Also grab a laspistol and some energy cells.

Not a fan of laspistols, personally. They never saw heavy combat use because there were technical difficulties in getting enough power and focusing into such a small frame to give it combat effectiveness.

As a result, slug throwers tend to have better stopping power in the pistol class. Still, they're, relatively, silent, and, though bright, can make a decent weapon for covert ops when used properly.

Would rather have a lasrifle, though, if I had to use an energy weapon. . . ah well.

I pocket it, anyway.



A little more exploring brings me to a locked door behind another counter, with a computer terminal next to it. It's pretty low grade security, though, and even I'm able to crack it and unlock the door. . .



Storage room. Nice. Looks like it might be pharmaceuticals, too, judging by the packages on that shelf.



And a protectron unit, as well. Luckily it's shut down, and I can help myse--



More of them.

I glance back at the robot and a smile spreads across my face as I key in a few commands on the nearby terminal. . .



Go, my pretty. Go and cleanse them in robotic fire.



Still, though, I drop one of the improvised explosives at the entrance to the back room hall, and then duck around a corner. Doesn't take long for the protectron to draw attention, and for a raider to make a bad mistake. . .



Boom.

After that I figure I'll help Robbie the Robot Reprimand the Rabble.

Yes. I am proud of that.





It doesn't take much.

But, with the raider's gone, Robbie's usefulness is at an end.



So I end him before he ends up lasering some innocent scavenger kid or something to death.



. . . Ripping out his energy cells to repurpose them as laspistol ammo was hardly even a secondary concern.

Anyway, I got the scavenge Moira wanted as well as quite a few new toys of my own.



All in all, a good day's work. Time to head home.