After we finished our coffees and all got up to date on what had happened while I was gone, Nico dragged out the cot she kept for and I slept off the ground for the first ti in a long while. I was tired, but more from all the conversations of the last day than from my recent travels. Physically, I didnt really seem to get tired anymore. Sure I ran better with a few hours of sleep a night, but I could likely stay alert and moving for a week or more without getting tired. ntal exhaustion though, was another story, and nothing drained more than constant talking. I fell asleep easily, in spite of the coffee Id just drank.
When I woke up, it was midday. Id slept far longer than I expected to. The sun was pouring out of the nearest window, and I saw, on the ground next to the cot, on top of my coat, a new black wide-brimd hat. I lifted it, and slid my hand across its brim before placing it onto my head. It was a more comfortable fit then the black cloth Id had wrapped around my face when Id lost my original hat in Eden. I made a ntal note to thank Nico for it whenever I saw her again. I didnt sll her in the house anymore.
I made my way to her small kitchen and down into her cool cellar where I pulled out a haunch of so creature, a goat I guessed based on the sll of it, and brought it upstairs to have with a fresh pot of coffee. When I was done eating, I heard a knock on Nicos door. I went to answer it.
A white robe was standing there. He looked nervous, and as soon as I opened the door, he grimaced in pain and brought a hand to his head.
Sorry about that, I said.
No. Its okay. Julian warned this might happen. Supposedly the effects are going to be lessened the more it spreads, but, he rubbed his temples, That was a bit harsher than I expected.
Youre looking for then? I deduced.
He nodded. Julian was hoping youd co talk to him in the Mausoleum. The other Honored Dead and he have finished their discussions, and he wanted a word with you.
I nodded. That was odd. Id have expected Mama to brief , if only because she tended to be the only one actually eager to speak with .
I followed the white robe through a few lesser tread paths on the way to the mausoleum, he was clearly trying to make avoid interacting with too many people and spreading the advanced R.A.S. In spite of that we still passed a few people who, after coming within a short distance of , started to clutch their heads as we moved.
We eventually made it to a side entrance to the Mausoleum. I followed the white robe carefully, taking the ti to look at the walls as we moved. They were carved in intricate patterns with skulls, epitaphs, and scythes, to keep with the the of Potts. We moved deep into the Mausoleum, then started making our way underground. We eventually ca to a large door, which the white robe pushed open with a low grunt. Like the rest of the Mausoleum, the basent was dark, and decorated in the sa macabre way, but here there were wires running across those patterned walls, computers mounted to sleek stone desks, and a suit of power armor laying across a table in the center of it all. Julian was accompanied by two of his white robes, and they were all in a state of deep concentration, not even noticing my entrance.
My white robed escort looked nervously at , then at Julian, clearly unsure of if he should tell him I was there, or what his responsibilities were in this situation.
Leave, I said.
He nodded, and did so without hesitation, grateful for the out.
I approached Julian. He was hunched over the armor, a panel of it open and using a soldering gun on it, the sparks flying from the gun let an excited look in his eyes. I stood across from him, and waited patiently as he stopped, inspected his work, and glanced up.
Donovan, he nodded at . Then he looked over at the other two white robes in the room who were clutching their foreheads or rubbing their temples. You two can take a break to nurse those. Eat sothing, get so fresh air.
They nodded and walked out.
I dont often have reason to be thankful Im not in the R.A.S., but that seems very unpleasant.
It was worse the first ti.
Based on the data weve been combing through, it shouldve killed you in fact. Luckily, machine learning makes the process smoother every ti. Its a good thing its being spread to deadn first though. Humans would not handle the patch well.
You called for ? I asked.
He nodded. I had a few things to give you, a need to thank you for sothing, and I wanted to pass on a request from the Honored Dead.
A request?
Julian smiled. Solomon would of course prefer to have it phrased as an order, but as you know, thats not how the rest of us like to do things. He closed the panel of the power armor hed been working on and patted it. First off, I wanted to thank you for this.
Youre welco. Id secured the power armor suit in a deal Id made with the Remnants to cross the cut.
I wasnt sure if you had it sent to for safe-keeping, or for our use, but I couldnt resist taking a look inside either way.
I shook my head. Its for Potts, whatever you do with it is up to you. I had considered using the suit myself, but having fought with them, I saw too many downsides. I was already as strong or stronger than what they could produce, and that was before my trip across the Cut had changed further. They were also bulky, slow, and I worked mostly alone so I wouldnt be able to get any kind of maintenance or charging, potentially making it dead weight in my case.
He smiled, that spark in his eyes showing itself. Thank you Donovan. Were close to being able to manufacture a few of our own, but having a base model to work with has made things much easier for us. He moved over to a wooden chest which he hefted easily and placed in front of , gesturing for to open it.
I pried open the lid with my hands and saw a cerberus, as well as two small, sleek las pistols in black. Also in the box was a set of ten black cartridges. I noticed that the Cerberus as well as the pistol already had the cartridges installed into them.
Those are for you. We managed to figure out a portable ammunition solution. Before we were using excess deadzone radiation to charge them at specific stations. Obviously not a great solution outside of Potts, though. Those black cartridges can be slotted in when the guns run dry. Try not to lose them, we can charge them again when theyre emptied.
I nodded, and grabbed the guns, testing their weight before I slid one of the pistols where my 9mm used to go, and put the rest in my pack. Thank you Julian.
He nodded. No problem. We wouldnt have this tech without you, and I personally would prefer you have as much support as you can out there. He paused then, looking at , his expression shifting for half a second. Mama, Kit, Solomon, Jim theyre good people. They have whats best for Potts at heart, but they dont think past the imdiate. I think you, and I have a different understanding. Things in the wastes the average settlent It's dangerous, hard, miserable. We have a template here for sothing better. A life actually worth living, worth protecting. Having the ans to protect ourselves and throw our weight around in the aid of those deadn that havent yet joined us thats sothing we need.
I thought of the deadman babies left in hot wooden boxes outside of settlents for us to pick up, Tim hanging from a pole for the cris his uncle committed, and enslaved deadn being driven across the desert in the hot sun. We do.
He nodded. The last thing is the Honored Deads request. We want you to stay here for a week. Long enough to spread the advanced R.A.S. to everyone here. Once thats done, then you can do as you please.
Why? I asked.
From what I can determine, the advanced R.A.S. will allow people to vote on a president. This person will have the authority to make changes in the system, however, they cant simply make people drop dead, theyre limited by a set of rules. Its an incredible boon, but its not all powerful. That said, we want to spread it among our people first, then have our undertakers heading into Iron Horde territory. We believe we may have a chance to win it, and even if we dont we, unlike most groups in the wastes, can be expected to vote as a solid block. Its possible we can get more concessions out of the Remnants or Horde even if we ourselves show no chance of winning.
I nodded along. It seed like a good option. I hadnt considered the idea of a deadman winning though. What makes you think a deadman might win? I asked.
The way the system works isnt based on any visuals. No one will know, our candidate is a deadman. Theyll only be able to hear or read their campaign ssages and debates. It gives us a chance. Obviously, the Remnants and Horde will still have an advantage, but if we control enough votes, that still benefits our footing.
So your request of is to just sit here and do nothing for a week? I asked.
Yes.
I grimaced. That wasnt as easy an ask as he might think.
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