Fallout: New Vegas: Ich bin mit Veronica im Hidden Valley gegangen, da wo die Bruderschaft ist, jedoch war da niemand und ich konnte auch. If the Brotherhood become openly aggressive along the New Vegas highways, Veronica is troubled greatly. Nevertheless, it removes all doubt from her mind that. Fallout: New Vegas: Guten Abend, ich hab erst jetzt gelesen das man Veronica vom Handelsposten als Begleiter mitnehmen kann. Gut und.
veronica (Fallout - New Vegas)Veronica Santangelo Fallout Veronica Santangelo ist ein naives Mädchen aus Kalifornien mit Sternen in den Augen und einem pneumatischen Handschuh. Hey Leute, mal ne Frage.. woher bekommt man Veronica?Hab gesucht und gesucht und gesucht hab aber nichts gefunden:(Danke:D. Einen leichteren Zugang erhaltet ihr, wenn ihr Veronica als Begleiterin dabei habt. Sie ist ein Mitglied der stählernen Bruderschaft und lümmelt beim „
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No, it's too much! Well, okay. But it's too much! It's perfect. Look what they're wearing! I've only seen dresses like those in my dreams.
And even then I couldn't afford them. No, no, it's too much! I- wait! What about punching? That's the gift that keeps on giving. Show you how to counter like a Scribe.
All right, put 'em up. Let's see what you got. I don't regret it. Guess he reminds me of someone. If that isn't redundant, I don't know what is.
That's not to say I don't get along with them. I just think they don't know what to do with me sometimes.
It was the Dam, really. We'd heard rumors it was working. Figured we could claim it, put it to use. Didn't end up mattering. We're still after it, though.
In theory. We were pretty young, but I like to think it was love. She left the Brotherhood. Wanted to put some distance between herself and her parents.
Since our membership isn't open to outsiders, some members think that obligates all of us to procreate. You can guess which camp her parents belonged to.
Couldn't bring myself to leave everyone else behind. Couldn't convince her to stay, either. I'd hoped love would be enough to influence her decision, but it wasn't.
We were both too stubborn. I don't know where she is now, but I'm sure she's moved on. I still think about her, though.
Once in a while. Got any juicy gossip? Despite her best efforts to leave her past behind, she found herself compelled to make one final journey to Hidden Valley.
I wasn't there. He gave orders to hold the plant until it could be reactivated. But he ran out of time. The NCR overran it. Everyone thought he was dead.
But I got a note from him at a comm station. He wasn't good at face-to-face. I miss him. Elijah could look at an old device and immediately understand what made it work.
And he could see its potential. Where it fit with other technology. It's not something you can teach, but he tried with me.
But that's what he taught me. Well, I shouldn't have come within a mile of here. I know that. Seems like either way, there's not much I can do to help anyone.
I think maybe it's safer if I don't try. I don't, do I? If I did, none of this would've happened. I should've left a long time ago.
Cut my losses before it came to this. I never stood a chance. I know I'm responsible. I was just trying to put it all behind me.
Find someplace where what I do would actually have some influence. I should've expected this, though. Different story, same ending.
Not a chance in hell. I'm not risking this happening again. I'm gonna have to keep to myself. Better that way. For everyone. I'll still finish what I started with you, though.
If you're not afraid, that is. I'll just try not to get too caught up in it all. Yeah, but only if you've got bodies to fill the suits.
We don't take on new members. We're all descendents from the original Brotherhood. Something's going to have to change, or the empty suits are gonna be all that's left of us.
Eventually they'll have to change. I think you're right. We're getting desperate. Hardly enough people to sustain ourselves as a chapter. They'll see the light, sooner or later.
But I get the feeling if I don't take matters into my own hands, the change won't come in time to make a difference.
Hope that collar isn't what I think it is. What did you do, Elijah? It pays like ass, but it's hard to get other work with my skill set. What do you want to know?
Good question. These days it's hard to say. Once upon a time it was about technology. Controlling it so it couldn't destroy us again. But that all seems so limited now.
We haven't grown or adapted. And now we're stuck in a hole, not carrying out our mission. More sexual favors than I can even count.
I am still tired from it. No, actually, you're born into it. My parents, their parents, so on. When you're young you can choose to leave.
But it's home, so most people don't. We don't take on new members, really. You can do the math on our long-term prospects based on that point.
I keep hoping we'll change that. I'm a procurement specialist. Like I said, it's basically grocery shopping. Except sometimes the groceries are scavenged parts and arcane technology.
The elder who brought us to the Mojave, Father Elijah, usually had me looking for these old memory units. But he'd never tell me what they were for.
Nowadays I'm usually sent to do business with traders at places like the But sometimes I think it's just to keep me out of everyone's hair.
I know sometimes I sound like I don't. I know. But there's something that still rings true to me about our code. There's an honor to it. We're protecting people.
Even if it's from themselves, it's a good cause. We just lose sight of the big picture sometimes. Treat all our practices with the same sacredness. Ah, the Codex.
If it's in there, we have to abide it, if it's not, it's not important. It documents our history, too. Part of what Scribes like me do is update it.
I wonder Nah, they'd probably catch it if I rewrote the Founder's axioms. No, no. We've had people go rogue, though, and start helping people. One chapter had a small civil war over it.
We take our isolationism seriously. I called them family before. That's not far off. Both the good and the bad. It's like a big unending family reunion in that bunker.
There's people you love, people you'll never speak to again, and it's always awkward when you run into someone you used to date.
He was our Elder when we came East. A wizard with technology, really. His mind just worked that way naturally. Learned a lot from him.
But he started having disagreements with the other Elders. The Brotherhood's interest is in old technology.
He wanted to explore developing new tech. And there were other ways he wanted to push. Other weapons. Ones with ethics questions attached.
Rather than deal with him, they sent him East. I like punching things, but sometimes shooting things just has to do. What are your thoughts?
Okay, I won't! Good thing the safety was on. Ah, hell. Well, how could you know, right? Two other options still on the table.
His mind was made up from the start. I see that now. I thought I knew him better than that. But it was like talking to a stranger. Our case wouldn't be any stronger if tomorrow they all died when their energy weapons backfired.
I just didn't expect that. There was no getting through to him. That's why we went out of our way to find something that he couldn't ignore.
But it didn't make any difference. How can I help them when they won't accept it? It wouldn't matter. The Elder has final say.
The hell of it is he's one of our most progressive members. If I can't get him to agree, it's hopeless. He won't tolerate any resistance.
If he catches wind I've been talking to people, he'll charge me with sedition. Maybe it'd be better for everyone if I left.
Spent my life First sentence is a revelation. Work with the Followers of the Apocalypse, maybe. Put my knowledge to some good use. Or I can stay here with the people I care about and do Well that's But it's not really for me.
I couldn't get one of their most reasonable members to accept a rational argument. I don't see them coming out in droves to support my coup.
And that's really not what the Brotherhood needs right now anyway. They're hanging by a thread. You should stay.
They may be a bunch of wooden conformists, but anything I did without them would feel I'd always be reminded of this day. How I wasn't strong enough to stand by them.
So I guess I'll stay. Won't be easy, but at least I won't feel guilty about the choice. Let's get going. I'd like to get my mind off all this.
And some fresh air would do me some good right about now. There's no getting around that, is there? What would my life be like here, knowing what's to come?
They're not going to like this. We're given a chance when we're young to choose whether to stay. If we do, it's supposed to be for life.
But they haven't left me any choice. It's this or a lifetime of scavenging and watching my friends die in losing battles. Not even a hint, huh?
Geez, I really am all alone on this one. I guess I'll stay. However, as the line between duty and real interest starts blurring, the Frumentarius' own ideals and loyalties will be put at test when the Courier's group embraces him as the ninth companion.
It had only been a few months since he was shot out in Goodsprings. There was barely time for the wasteland to learn his name, only time to feel his impact.
His footprint pressed deep into Vegas. But, now that his job was finished and he was done, he felt no obligation to stick around. Those who knew him, actually knew him, a little at least, who had been exposed too quickly to the brightness of his character, were left wanting in his wake.
Unsure if she is carrying on how she used to live or if she is making up for the sins of her past at first, the courier leaves a wake of good deeds in her wake.
She makes friends, and a few enemies in what started as a quest for answers. She does her best to do the right thing in an attempt to save the wasteland.
Benny becomes stunned by the repeated mercy she shows him. Confused by her selflessness and a near death experience of his own, he decides maybe he needs to change.
This is Benny redemption arc. Just a routine delivery gone awry. Half dead, head full of lead, where will this Courier fly?
I kept up with this privately, which gave me time to actually edit it lmao. Rather than deal with him, they sent him East.
For years, he fought with the Council. Taught me to question our direction. Meanwhile he'd become more out-of-touch than all of them.
While we were there, we received word that the NCR had taken the Dam. He was furious. Called it "children playing with a bomb.
What we'd use it for I was, once. We were pretty young, but I like to think it was love. Wanted to put some distance between herself and her parents.
Since our membership isn't open to outsiders, some members think that obligates all of us to procreate.
You can guess which camp her parents belonged to. Couldn't bring myself to leave everyone else behind. Couldn't convince her to stay, either.
I'd hoped love would be enough to influence her decision, but it wasn't. We were both too stubborn.
I don't know where she is now, but I'm sure she's moved on. I still think about her, though. Once in a while. She makes a motion with her hands around her chin, drawing it down, and then she raises her hands and clenches them at the sky.
She seems lost in thought for a moment. Then she shakes her head, slowly, once. He used his status to break us apart. So I had to find a new purpose, same banner.
Then he became unstable, left a trail of crimes across the wasteland. Once word reached us, I was ordered to kill him. Have faith. I know I should.
Hell, it's what I signed up for when I chose to stay into adulthood. I know there's something worth saving in there. But we're in decline.
Our membership is There's got to be something we can do. We'd heard rumors it was working. Figured we could claim it, put it to use.
Didn't end up mattering. We're still after it, though. In theory. He cleared it with the other Elders. They sent him to look into the Dam.
There was a time when I'd have begged to follow. Watch him at work. He had a nose for recovering lost technology. He'd send Scribes out into the desert chasing whatever leads he found.
There were a few he only trusted me with. I can think of at least one that'd prove my point, if it still exists.
There's a comm terminal not too far from here I'd use to access messages from him. If we go there I can pull up his research on it.
Like I said, it's basically grocery shopping. Except sometimes the groceries are scavenged parts and arcane technology. The elder who brought us to the Mojave, Father Elijah, usually had me looking for these old memory units.
But he'd never tell me what they were for. Nowadays I'm usually sent to do business with traders at places like the But sometimes I think it's just to keep me out of everyone's hair.
She would. NCR, swarming like ants over Old World relics Hoover Dam I won't let those So I will, with the Old World as my weapons.
I just think they don't know what to do with me sometimes. It's your favorite student. Well, it's, ah, nice to see you, too, Veronica.
Did you get some sun? And easy on the agave sauce this time. It's for your safety. Open up. Opening up.
Welcome back, Veronica. Good question. These days it's hard to say. Once upon a time it was about technology. Controlling it so it couldn't destroy us again.
Energy weapons and power armor are usually tops on our list, although I appreciate anything that's vintage.
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