SESSION 78: WIGGSLY'S WIGGIN' OUT
General Summary
Previous Session: SESSION 77: RAILSROADED
Next Session: SESSION 79: KAY IN THE CATHOUSE
Players: The Fellowship of the Doing the Things, Arminius, Linda, Morag, Patch Radam
September 8th, 2317
(Adventure Day 137)
Within The Rails, westernmost city of The Rustlands, down-time aboard the Ms. Man wasn't the worst way to spend time. This morning, Master Scribe Okonkwo had called for poker in the dining room. There Okonkwo sat with Lancer Wieck, Gorog and Dr. Patch, playing a slow, polite game.
Wieck looked annoyed and said, "Gorog, it's your turn."
Gorog looked at their cards thoughtfully, "Just a minute. Deciding."
The airship’s quartermistress sighed and said, "Alright, I'm enough of an asshole to ask. Okonkwo, how'd you burn your face? Fighting raiders?"
Okonkwo answered, "No. It was an accident on this project. Coal in the furnace doesn't entirely burn up when smoke fills up the aerostats. Inside the balloon, the coal dust is inert, but if air gets to it, it can be explosive. We had a bad leak. I didn't notice, so boom. A lot of people...” He paused, sad at the thought, but continued, “A lot of people died in the fire."
Wieck responded apologetically, "Sorry, Scribe. But it sounds like it was an honest mistake.” She directed a question to Patch, asking, “How about you, Cap'n? You got a cool war story?"
“No, not really,” Patch answered distractedly.
With that, Wieck turned her gaze back at Gorog. Gorog grumbled and said, "Can't decide. From discards, flush and three of a kind both have 18.125% chance. Hmmm."
Okonkwo squinted with surprised confusion and asked, "Gorog, have you been counting cards?"
Gorog nodded, lost in thought and said, "I like probabilities. And mutfruit. Tangy."
Eventually, Gorog made his selection and Patch won the rich hand.
Over his Modular Helmet, Patch could here the rest of the Party within the Temple of the Rails. They had entered the Railmaster’s Throneroom and found TASK FORCE BLUE there, representing The Capitol. And moments later, Killsplatter, the Railmaster’s assistant, spoke Keziah’s Institute Command Code to Morag. There was an emergency brewing down the street from the airport.
Patch quickly made sure to memorize the Keziah command code, repeating it with the pneumonics he had learned so long ago in med school. He scooped up his winnings and left to go help.
As he went, Lancer Wieck said a sarcastic, “Oh wow, no story and you take all our money. Classy.”
Back at the Temple of the Rails, the Party was gathered in a boardroom, with a garrison of Rails Guards in the hall, making sure they didn’t leave. Tom, once the Legion torturer Decimus Carnifex, was with them as they waited for the Railmaster to come and give his judgement. Tom asked how he could help. The Party decided that Tom wasn’t fighter enough to spy on Task Force Blue, nor was he high-ranking enough to help them with the Railmaster, so it would be best if he searched for Beau. Tom left immediately, and soon Patch joined the group.
Moments later, Railmaster Bloodgrind entered the boardroom. The crowned super mutant seemed undisturbed by the assassination of New California Republic Ambassador Chalabi and Killsplatter’s attempt on his life. It seemed that this type of treachery was par for the course here in The Rustlands. Bloodgrind thought aloud about the situation, noting that to catch Killsplatter, he would have to outmaneuver her. If he were to publicly execute the Party, Killsplatter would know that he was exaggerating his response to put her at ease. But if he just let them go, he would be derelict in his duty to his shareholders to extract all the wealth he could from them. He admitted that his intention was to squeeze them as much as he could without angering them. The Railmaster shaking hands with heroic Midwesterners would be a good visual for him and his future earnings. So, Bloodgrind declared that their fine for the assassination was 6000 Rustlands Dollars. As collateral, he could always report to the NCR that the Midwest had intentionally assassinated their diplomat, an act of war that would affect the NCR’s congressional vote to fund the war. And he would hold their airship until the fine was paid. If they were still interested in a Capo title after their fines were paid, that was always 4000 Rustlands Dollars.
As for Task Force Blue, Bloodgrind admitted that he had ordered that their vertibird by mechanically disabled five minutes after it touched down. Now that it was clear that Killsplatter was collaborating with them, Bloodgrind would leave TFB stranded on the tarmac. This would unsettle Killsplatter, who would eventually make contact with a messenger. Catching Killsplatter would be as simple as capturing the messenger and making them talk.
The Party had little choice but to accept the situation. Scipio was able to talk down the fine to 5400 Rusties, but the Railmaster would not budge on the 4000 Capo title fee. Patch called up Okonkwo on his headset and asked the scribe to casually observe Task Force Blue and their vehicle at the Airship House. Tom returned with bad news, one of the temple guards said that he had seen Killsplatter scoop up Beau before she left. They thanked Tom but didn’t have anything else for him to do. And soon after, Okonkwo reported back that TFB was indeed on the tarmac of the Airship House, arguing with a maintenance crew there. Their vertibird had obviously been mechanically disabled. On top of that, the workers at the Airship House had put large metal clamps on the Ms. Man. The scribe guessed that they had the tools to remove the clamps if they had to, but it would be loud and would take an hour to accomplish. The Party decided that they would stay in The Rails, there was big money here to be made, depending on what they were willing to do.
The headed back to their airship to reconvene. As the left the temple, Lex was struck by a terrible headache. She groaned and doubled-over hovering at the edge of consciousness. They got her aboard Ms. Man and into her bunk, where she fell into a deep sleep. Andy volunteered to watch over her.
Lex’s Enclave NOC list marked The Rails as being run by Crusherhawk, a bounty hunting agent. That sounded like a good start, so they visited his office at the trade house. Crusherhawk turned out to be a middle-aged human man in a nice suit, who served as a promoter and agent for bounty hunters. Pitt International Finance would announce bounties, and agents would bid on the contracts. Within this process there was a lot of promotion and salesmanship, including storytelling and branding.
Crusherhawk explained that all of his hunters had a theme and were more likely to be awarded contracts that were on-brand for them. They all agreed that Linda’s Children of Atom faith was a serviceable brand, and that she could probably get contracts as The Atomizer. Scipio began to explain his epic tale of betrayal and revenge, but Crusherhawk cut him off, explaining that the persona of “Swordicus Killicus,” a brainless Legion savage would play much better in the business. Similarly, Crusherhawk thought that Patch would do well as, “Dr. Chuckles, the bloodthirsty maniac clown.” Though they found it all a bit distasteful, they agreed that Crusherhawk could go find work for them in exchange for 15% of the earnings.
On the topic of the Enclave, Crusherhawk explained that The Rails had a small group, less than two dozen agents and affiliate operators in total. Crusherhawk was very impressed that they were working with someone from the Garridan family. He had sent word to the president’s staff aboard the U.S.S. Maddox that they needed some kind of portable Averters for their operations. He had suggested that Vault 40 tissue could be grown in a smaller chamber, perhaps in a belt or backpack, that could be worn by a single Enclave agent. But the answer which always came back was that the full-size Averter was the smallest unit which would stave off the view of The Puppetmaster.
This Rails cell had gathered a bit of hi-tech gear from the Chicago Enclave cell before the Midwest Brotherhood of Steel had wiped them out: Nano-antennae suits, Chameleon Tactical Suits and Machine Pistols. The NanAnt technology in the suits employed tiny light-refracting fibers which made it hard to see the wearer but did not have the terrible health effects of a Stealth Boy field. The Machine Pistols were small handguns capable of rapid automatic fire. These weapons were good for up-close assassinations of unarmed targets. Crusherhawk was hesitant to let any of the equipment go, but the Garridan name went a long way. The Party ended up agreeing to borrow some gear: three Chameleon Tactical Suits and a Machine Pistol. They paid for half of the value of the equipment up front, agreeing that the money would be returned when they brought the equipment back.
The city’s Altar of Atom was nearby, but they had been specifically warned that Mother Townes who ran the temple was fiercely against non-humans. Not only that, but the altar would be staffed by a retinue of Inquisitors, eager to defend Atom’s consecrated land. The Party decided to visit, leaving Linda outside across the street. Though Patch was a ghoul, he wore thick face paint and a pompadour wig to disguise his ghoulish features.
They entered the temple to find Mother Townes drinking from a bottle of whiskey. He was an unkempt human man with long hair and a beard, his loose-fitting clothes in bright, starry colours. Mother Townes didn’t have any work that needed to be done, and the moment they brought up non-humans, he went on a tirade. Townes drunkenly boasted that he had been at the meeting of Mothers two years ago when the congregation had voted to exclude non-humans. Many of the Mothers, Confessors and Inquisitors were worried that High Inquisitor Leo would veto their decision and make a declaration on his own. But Mother Isabella, leader of the exclusion movement, assured them that Leo would do nothing. And much to Mother Townes’s enjoyment, the vote carried for exclusion. He recalled that there were non-human Mothers there at the vote, and he enjoyed mocking and waving at them as the left, never to return.
The Party were thoroughly repulsed but didn’t want to start open violence at the moment. Scipio convinced Townes to share his whiskey, and Patch made sure to spit lots and lots of ghoul backwash into his bottle. They left the altar and returned to Linda across the street, reassuring her that Townes was awful.
Next, they headed over to the Stars Slophouse. It was mid-morning, and it could be a good place to pick up rumours and information. The staff weren’t helpful, simply mentioning that there were prizes for fighting at the Fighthouse, and that Bickford needed couriers to transport cash from the Fighthouse. But while the others talked, Linda noticed a familiar face. Eating brunch with a group of hardened mercenaries was Nicole, a one-time resident of Emancipation.
Nicole recognized Linda as the groundskeeper of the Altar of Atom in Emancipation. And Linda remembered how they had met in a town called Ravenwood while on their travels. Linda explained their situation, and Nicole remarked that these kinds of betrayals were common in The Rustlands. It was likely that Killsplatter would still be in the ruins of Indianapolis somewhere close by, hidden in the miles of old buildings. Killsplatter would probably have an apology package of money and arrangements ready to offer to Bloodgrind, who would probably take it. Linda asked Nicole if there was any way to find Killsplatter, and Nicole said that the Railmaster’s assistant would have all sorts of mercenaries working for her. Nicole could ask around but expected to be paid if she found anything. The Party agreed.
Linda remembered that back in Ravenwood, Nicole had mentioned working for a Mister Handy named Wiggsly. (Though they didn’t mention it to Nicole, the Party remembered that Wiggsly was named as Chrystal Kell’s supervisor in the Vanishing Point.) Nicole lamented that when she first came to The Rails, Wiggsly had been a great employer with lots of good contracts. But he had lost his mind. These days, all he did was wander around the Spire of Dead Idiots, scanning the faces of the corpses dumped there. The Party thanked Nicole for her time and moved on.
They were curious about Wiggsly and decided to look for him at the Spire of Dead Idiots. The spire was an old office building which had served as a kind of shameful mausoleum for the city. Early post-war raiders had thrown their victims into the open hole in the middle of the building. And as the city grew, the tradition continued, with people who died foolishly or in lowly ways thrown haphazardly on the pile. Looking down into the structure, the Party could see piles of old human remains, and a few fresh bodies. And sure enough, there was a silvery Mister Handy wandering back and forth at the bottom, scanning the faces of corpses fresh enough to have features.
Linda and Morag descended the old building’s stairs to meet Wiggsly, while Scipio and Patch stayed a floor above, watching carefully. Wiggsly was absent-minded and peculiar but spoke frankly to them. He explained that he was looking for the corpse of Ambassador Chalabi, as that would be a sign that, “it was all over.” Wiggsly claimed that when he saw Chalabi’s face, his service to The Puppetmaster would be over, and he was finally free to do as he liked. Morag asked about the nature of The Puppetmaster, and Wiggsly spoke cryptically about the vanishing point, the direction point and the infinite plane. He said that when New Vegas exploded, Hemsut, The Puppetmaster, had withdrawn and no new orders had come for years. But then she had begun a new plan, something to free them all, and now it was coming to fruition.
Linda and Morag felt as though they were just starting to get some answers when Wiggsly’s demeanour changed. He growled, “Wait. Your suit… you must be agents of that awful Enclave!”
And he attacked with a cone of flame from his Mister Handy arm. The fire was entirely useless against Linda. Morag swept forward and unloaded a burst of fire from her new Machine Pistol. But Wiggsly’s armoured chassis was entirely undamaged by the barrage. Looking to disable Wiggsly with a non-lethal weapon, Patch threw a Pulse Grenade into the spire. The burst of EMP energy successfully stunned the Mister Handy, but also had an adverse effect on Morag’s Synth Component.
Within the Synth processes, the Morag and Kay personalities struggled to keep Y-00 at bay. They attempted to overburden the default program with processes. But this time, Y-00 was too strong. It took over the body completely. Double-O immediately engaged Morag’s claws, ready to resume its mission to kill Railmaster Bloodgrind.
Scipio, not being able to perceive what was going on with Morag, shot Wiggsly from his perch. Wiggsly’s internal workings were damaged enough that it activated a self-destruction nuka-mine set within his frame. The Mister Handy immediately exploded, melting him completely and catching Linda and Morag in the blast. Linda shook off the explosion and seeing Morag pop her claws was concerned, grabbed her friend with both arms.
There they stood, in The Rustlands, in The Rails, at the bottom of the Spire of Dead Idiots. This duplicitous, money-crazed city was full of complications…
Next Session: SESSION 79: KAY IN THE CATHOUSE
Next Session: SESSION 79: KAY IN THE CATHOUSE
Players: The Fellowship of the Doing the Things, Arminius, Linda, Morag, Patch Radam
September 8th, 2317
(Adventure Day 137)
Within The Rails, westernmost city of The Rustlands, down-time aboard the Ms. Man wasn't the worst way to spend time. This morning, Master Scribe Okonkwo had called for poker in the dining room. There Okonkwo sat with Lancer Wieck, Gorog and Dr. Patch, playing a slow, polite game.
Wieck looked annoyed and said, "Gorog, it's your turn."
Gorog looked at their cards thoughtfully, "Just a minute. Deciding."
The airship’s quartermistress sighed and said, "Alright, I'm enough of an asshole to ask. Okonkwo, how'd you burn your face? Fighting raiders?"
Okonkwo answered, "No. It was an accident on this project. Coal in the furnace doesn't entirely burn up when smoke fills up the aerostats. Inside the balloon, the coal dust is inert, but if air gets to it, it can be explosive. We had a bad leak. I didn't notice, so boom. A lot of people...” He paused, sad at the thought, but continued, “A lot of people died in the fire."
Wieck responded apologetically, "Sorry, Scribe. But it sounds like it was an honest mistake.” She directed a question to Patch, asking, “How about you, Cap'n? You got a cool war story?"
“No, not really,” Patch answered distractedly.
With that, Wieck turned her gaze back at Gorog. Gorog grumbled and said, "Can't decide. From discards, flush and three of a kind both have 18.125% chance. Hmmm."
Okonkwo squinted with surprised confusion and asked, "Gorog, have you been counting cards?"
Gorog nodded, lost in thought and said, "I like probabilities. And mutfruit. Tangy."
Eventually, Gorog made his selection and Patch won the rich hand.
Over his Modular Helmet, Patch could here the rest of the Party within the Temple of the Rails. They had entered the Railmaster’s Throneroom and found TASK FORCE BLUE there, representing The Capitol. And moments later, Killsplatter, the Railmaster’s assistant, spoke Keziah’s Institute Command Code to Morag. There was an emergency brewing down the street from the airport.
Patch quickly made sure to memorize the Keziah command code, repeating it with the pneumonics he had learned so long ago in med school. He scooped up his winnings and left to go help.
As he went, Lancer Wieck said a sarcastic, “Oh wow, no story and you take all our money. Classy.”
Back at the Temple of the Rails, the Party was gathered in a boardroom, with a garrison of Rails Guards in the hall, making sure they didn’t leave. Tom, once the Legion torturer Decimus Carnifex, was with them as they waited for the Railmaster to come and give his judgement. Tom asked how he could help. The Party decided that Tom wasn’t fighter enough to spy on Task Force Blue, nor was he high-ranking enough to help them with the Railmaster, so it would be best if he searched for Beau. Tom left immediately, and soon Patch joined the group.
Moments later, Railmaster Bloodgrind entered the boardroom. The crowned super mutant seemed undisturbed by the assassination of New California Republic Ambassador Chalabi and Killsplatter’s attempt on his life. It seemed that this type of treachery was par for the course here in The Rustlands. Bloodgrind thought aloud about the situation, noting that to catch Killsplatter, he would have to outmaneuver her. If he were to publicly execute the Party, Killsplatter would know that he was exaggerating his response to put her at ease. But if he just let them go, he would be derelict in his duty to his shareholders to extract all the wealth he could from them. He admitted that his intention was to squeeze them as much as he could without angering them. The Railmaster shaking hands with heroic Midwesterners would be a good visual for him and his future earnings. So, Bloodgrind declared that their fine for the assassination was 6000 Rustlands Dollars. As collateral, he could always report to the NCR that the Midwest had intentionally assassinated their diplomat, an act of war that would affect the NCR’s congressional vote to fund the war. And he would hold their airship until the fine was paid. If they were still interested in a Capo title after their fines were paid, that was always 4000 Rustlands Dollars.
As for Task Force Blue, Bloodgrind admitted that he had ordered that their vertibird by mechanically disabled five minutes after it touched down. Now that it was clear that Killsplatter was collaborating with them, Bloodgrind would leave TFB stranded on the tarmac. This would unsettle Killsplatter, who would eventually make contact with a messenger. Catching Killsplatter would be as simple as capturing the messenger and making them talk.
The Party had little choice but to accept the situation. Scipio was able to talk down the fine to 5400 Rusties, but the Railmaster would not budge on the 4000 Capo title fee. Patch called up Okonkwo on his headset and asked the scribe to casually observe Task Force Blue and their vehicle at the Airship House. Tom returned with bad news, one of the temple guards said that he had seen Killsplatter scoop up Beau before she left. They thanked Tom but didn’t have anything else for him to do. And soon after, Okonkwo reported back that TFB was indeed on the tarmac of the Airship House, arguing with a maintenance crew there. Their vertibird had obviously been mechanically disabled. On top of that, the workers at the Airship House had put large metal clamps on the Ms. Man. The scribe guessed that they had the tools to remove the clamps if they had to, but it would be loud and would take an hour to accomplish. The Party decided that they would stay in The Rails, there was big money here to be made, depending on what they were willing to do.
The headed back to their airship to reconvene. As the left the temple, Lex was struck by a terrible headache. She groaned and doubled-over hovering at the edge of consciousness. They got her aboard Ms. Man and into her bunk, where she fell into a deep sleep. Andy volunteered to watch over her.
Lex’s Enclave NOC list marked The Rails as being run by Crusherhawk, a bounty hunting agent. That sounded like a good start, so they visited his office at the trade house. Crusherhawk turned out to be a middle-aged human man in a nice suit, who served as a promoter and agent for bounty hunters. Pitt International Finance would announce bounties, and agents would bid on the contracts. Within this process there was a lot of promotion and salesmanship, including storytelling and branding.
Crusherhawk explained that all of his hunters had a theme and were more likely to be awarded contracts that were on-brand for them. They all agreed that Linda’s Children of Atom faith was a serviceable brand, and that she could probably get contracts as The Atomizer. Scipio began to explain his epic tale of betrayal and revenge, but Crusherhawk cut him off, explaining that the persona of “Swordicus Killicus,” a brainless Legion savage would play much better in the business. Similarly, Crusherhawk thought that Patch would do well as, “Dr. Chuckles, the bloodthirsty maniac clown.” Though they found it all a bit distasteful, they agreed that Crusherhawk could go find work for them in exchange for 15% of the earnings.
On the topic of the Enclave, Crusherhawk explained that The Rails had a small group, less than two dozen agents and affiliate operators in total. Crusherhawk was very impressed that they were working with someone from the Garridan family. He had sent word to the president’s staff aboard the U.S.S. Maddox that they needed some kind of portable Averters for their operations. He had suggested that Vault 40 tissue could be grown in a smaller chamber, perhaps in a belt or backpack, that could be worn by a single Enclave agent. But the answer which always came back was that the full-size Averter was the smallest unit which would stave off the view of The Puppetmaster.
This Rails cell had gathered a bit of hi-tech gear from the Chicago Enclave cell before the Midwest Brotherhood of Steel had wiped them out: Nano-antennae suits, Chameleon Tactical Suits and Machine Pistols. The NanAnt technology in the suits employed tiny light-refracting fibers which made it hard to see the wearer but did not have the terrible health effects of a Stealth Boy field. The Machine Pistols were small handguns capable of rapid automatic fire. These weapons were good for up-close assassinations of unarmed targets. Crusherhawk was hesitant to let any of the equipment go, but the Garridan name went a long way. The Party ended up agreeing to borrow some gear: three Chameleon Tactical Suits and a Machine Pistol. They paid for half of the value of the equipment up front, agreeing that the money would be returned when they brought the equipment back.
The city’s Altar of Atom was nearby, but they had been specifically warned that Mother Townes who ran the temple was fiercely against non-humans. Not only that, but the altar would be staffed by a retinue of Inquisitors, eager to defend Atom’s consecrated land. The Party decided to visit, leaving Linda outside across the street. Though Patch was a ghoul, he wore thick face paint and a pompadour wig to disguise his ghoulish features.
They entered the temple to find Mother Townes drinking from a bottle of whiskey. He was an unkempt human man with long hair and a beard, his loose-fitting clothes in bright, starry colours. Mother Townes didn’t have any work that needed to be done, and the moment they brought up non-humans, he went on a tirade. Townes drunkenly boasted that he had been at the meeting of Mothers two years ago when the congregation had voted to exclude non-humans. Many of the Mothers, Confessors and Inquisitors were worried that High Inquisitor Leo would veto their decision and make a declaration on his own. But Mother Isabella, leader of the exclusion movement, assured them that Leo would do nothing. And much to Mother Townes’s enjoyment, the vote carried for exclusion. He recalled that there were non-human Mothers there at the vote, and he enjoyed mocking and waving at them as the left, never to return.
The Party were thoroughly repulsed but didn’t want to start open violence at the moment. Scipio convinced Townes to share his whiskey, and Patch made sure to spit lots and lots of ghoul backwash into his bottle. They left the altar and returned to Linda across the street, reassuring her that Townes was awful.
Next, they headed over to the Stars Slophouse. It was mid-morning, and it could be a good place to pick up rumours and information. The staff weren’t helpful, simply mentioning that there were prizes for fighting at the Fighthouse, and that Bickford needed couriers to transport cash from the Fighthouse. But while the others talked, Linda noticed a familiar face. Eating brunch with a group of hardened mercenaries was Nicole, a one-time resident of Emancipation.
Nicole recognized Linda as the groundskeeper of the Altar of Atom in Emancipation. And Linda remembered how they had met in a town called Ravenwood while on their travels. Linda explained their situation, and Nicole remarked that these kinds of betrayals were common in The Rustlands. It was likely that Killsplatter would still be in the ruins of Indianapolis somewhere close by, hidden in the miles of old buildings. Killsplatter would probably have an apology package of money and arrangements ready to offer to Bloodgrind, who would probably take it. Linda asked Nicole if there was any way to find Killsplatter, and Nicole said that the Railmaster’s assistant would have all sorts of mercenaries working for her. Nicole could ask around but expected to be paid if she found anything. The Party agreed.
Linda remembered that back in Ravenwood, Nicole had mentioned working for a Mister Handy named Wiggsly. (Though they didn’t mention it to Nicole, the Party remembered that Wiggsly was named as Chrystal Kell’s supervisor in the Vanishing Point.) Nicole lamented that when she first came to The Rails, Wiggsly had been a great employer with lots of good contracts. But he had lost his mind. These days, all he did was wander around the Spire of Dead Idiots, scanning the faces of the corpses dumped there. The Party thanked Nicole for her time and moved on.
They were curious about Wiggsly and decided to look for him at the Spire of Dead Idiots. The spire was an old office building which had served as a kind of shameful mausoleum for the city. Early post-war raiders had thrown their victims into the open hole in the middle of the building. And as the city grew, the tradition continued, with people who died foolishly or in lowly ways thrown haphazardly on the pile. Looking down into the structure, the Party could see piles of old human remains, and a few fresh bodies. And sure enough, there was a silvery Mister Handy wandering back and forth at the bottom, scanning the faces of corpses fresh enough to have features.
Linda and Morag descended the old building’s stairs to meet Wiggsly, while Scipio and Patch stayed a floor above, watching carefully. Wiggsly was absent-minded and peculiar but spoke frankly to them. He explained that he was looking for the corpse of Ambassador Chalabi, as that would be a sign that, “it was all over.” Wiggsly claimed that when he saw Chalabi’s face, his service to The Puppetmaster would be over, and he was finally free to do as he liked. Morag asked about the nature of The Puppetmaster, and Wiggsly spoke cryptically about the vanishing point, the direction point and the infinite plane. He said that when New Vegas exploded, Hemsut, The Puppetmaster, had withdrawn and no new orders had come for years. But then she had begun a new plan, something to free them all, and now it was coming to fruition.
Linda and Morag felt as though they were just starting to get some answers when Wiggsly’s demeanour changed. He growled, “Wait. Your suit… you must be agents of that awful Enclave!”
And he attacked with a cone of flame from his Mister Handy arm. The fire was entirely useless against Linda. Morag swept forward and unloaded a burst of fire from her new Machine Pistol. But Wiggsly’s armoured chassis was entirely undamaged by the barrage. Looking to disable Wiggsly with a non-lethal weapon, Patch threw a Pulse Grenade into the spire. The burst of EMP energy successfully stunned the Mister Handy, but also had an adverse effect on Morag’s Synth Component.
Within the Synth processes, the Morag and Kay personalities struggled to keep Y-00 at bay. They attempted to overburden the default program with processes. But this time, Y-00 was too strong. It took over the body completely. Double-O immediately engaged Morag’s claws, ready to resume its mission to kill Railmaster Bloodgrind.
Scipio, not being able to perceive what was going on with Morag, shot Wiggsly from his perch. Wiggsly’s internal workings were damaged enough that it activated a self-destruction nuka-mine set within his frame. The Mister Handy immediately exploded, melting him completely and catching Linda and Morag in the blast. Linda shook off the explosion and seeing Morag pop her claws was concerned, grabbed her friend with both arms.
There they stood, in The Rustlands, in The Rails, at the bottom of the Spire of Dead Idiots. This duplicitous, money-crazed city was full of complications…
Next Session: SESSION 79: KAY IN THE CATHOUSE
Report Date
13 Jul 2023
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