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True, true. Although the explanation for this could be found in history. Otherwise, I am completely wrong. Let's take a look at weapons, I'm starting with sidearms. Beretta 9mm replaced the Colt 1911 which replaced the .38 SI revolver which replaced the Colt SAA. You don't see any...

Skytzoe watched as Derek plummeted... 10 feet onto a small outcropping below him. Skytzoe quickly holstered his gun then began climbing up the cliff. A few feet from the top he stopped, remembering the reason he was in this gorge.

"And I haven't even fired a shot..." Skytzoe jumped up slightly, grabbing onto a rock with his left hand. He pulled his Glock from its holster and pointed it to Derek's face, "But I could easily change that right now..."

He kept sprinting as fast as he could, he could see a gap in the wasteland ground. It could work. He leaned forward, running toward the gap. Just a few feet before he jumped slightly, putting his feet forward, his feet slid across the ground and over the cliff face, he fell for several feet and...

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The three Enclave turned to the vertibird as the radio inside received the message. Skytzoe had heard that dialect before, it had been a long time, but he still knew what the words meant, while the Enclave by him wondered. He made his move. Dust was kicked up by his boot as he started a full-on...

Skytzoe stepped over the destroyed vault door as he pulled off his mask, shaking his head. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a silver object, smaller than a credit card. He took a deep breath, then pressed a button. As he reached the top of the staircase he placed the object back into...

Skytzoe crouched down, investigating the contents more closely. Then he found what he was looking for. A can sealed with a metal screw-off lid. He picked up the gasmask and unscrewed the filter, then opened the can, taking out the clean filter from it's container then screwing on the filter. He...

The bandana around his face was damp, he had soaked it in water and wrung it out as he entered the polluted air, the bandana acting as a primitive, but still effective air filter. As he reached the locker he pulled his trench knife. He scratched the u-bend of the lock then slipped his trench...

Skytzoe wiped the sweat from his forehead. He then glanced to the top and began moving hand over-hand, dangling from the wire, sliding his feet up when necessary. He then pulled himself tightly to the wire, which began to sway in a gust. The gust then grew stronger. He closed his eyes...

Skytzoe pushed his glasses up as he tilted his head upward. He shook his head slowly and walked toward a pole, a steel cable at the top of the pole, which went all the way to the top of the mountain. He placed his hands around the pole, then pushed his foot against it, then did the same with the...

Skytzoe took a puff from his cigarette before finishing the rest of his drink in a single gulp and standing. Whoever this was, he knew too much. Skytzoe had what he wanted. He picked up a bottle of whiskey from the bar and uncapped it, taking a long drink until it was gone, "Most questions are...

"Where's the vault? I don't need access codes, I don't need any assistance, I just need to know where it is. And what would you like to know?"

"You have information I need. And it seems I have information you need." He finished his drink and set the glass on the table, "Another please." He took a puff from his cigarette as his cup was filled again, "I always used to prefer cognac with cola, but cognac is getting harder to find by the...

"People go by many names. Sometimes their birth names, sometimes people just choose a name and go by that. The latter would be the case for me. To me, names are just a way to identify one person from another. But this Skytzoe, if you're really dedicated to finding him, look no further." He took...

He simply sipped his drink as he reached into his pocket, drawing out his electric cigarette. He took a long puff before pulling it from his mouth, "And why exactly are you looking for him?"

"Fuck. Canada, Mexico, Alaska. Basically all over North America. I'm trying to find some way overseas, I've heard there are still jets and helicopters around, but just to ride one costs an arm and a leg. So, if you don't mind me asking, who are you looking for?"

"I'm just searching for someplace. Someplace that isn't as fucked up as everywhere else. I'm not sure if anywhere like that exists, but if it does, I'll find it, even if I spend my entire life searching." He took a small sip of his drink, ignoring what the man had said about the Enclave. Maybe...

"Two cola and whiskeys." It only took about 30 seconds for the drinks to be set down in front of them. Skytzoe picked his up, "Government. There isn't really much of those around. Mainly NCR, but other than that, no idea. Not ever since the Enclave was defeated about 30 years back. Good...

He took another drag from his cigarette, then turned toward the saloon, "Let's have a drink then." He slipped his hands in his pockets and began walking slowly, letting the cigarette hang from his lips.