91 – The formation of a Guild
[A/N: Been having a rough year so far, sorry for the lack of updates. If nothing wrong happens, a chapter should be released weekly]
Leaving his small factory that he claid for himself illegally, Kyle was a noticeable figure stalking the alleyways and rooftops of nurous buildings in Gotham. He had two such factories under his control and guarded by his personally fabricated autonomous security robots, one in Gotham's factory district and one on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen.
His factory in Gotham was designed solely for producing weapons, specifically laser rifles. anwhile, his Hell's Kitchen factory was designed to produce robots, specifically Eyebots, and Protectrons. While he had already manufactured and assembled an entire crate full of laser rifles and pistols, his production rate was rather slow, as fabricating the focusing lenses and matrixes for the laser weapons was rather expensive and slow.
As he leaped and dashed across the roofs of Gotham in his combat armor and duster, Kyle quickly traveled across Gotham till he reached his destination, the small little cafe completely surrounded by people waiting for it to open. Hidden away via a stealth field, a dozen Eyebots circled around him and the store, giving Kyle a good view of everything around him through the experintal pip-boy he had on his arm. It took him a few days to build the pip-boy, most of that ti going towards the programming and the pip-boy's internals, such as its fission battery that took Kyle ages to obtain from the credit store.
That would give him at least a decade before its charge ran out, but he'd frequently check and dismantle the Pip-boy regardless to ensure it was working correctly. At the mont, Kyle controlled the eyebots through radio signals from the Pipboy, aning if the eyebots strayed too far from Kyle, they'd fall back to their base programming and standing orders.
Leaping down to the ground, Kyle waited a few minutes. Once the people stord inside, Kyle followed, leaving his invisible eyebots to keep watch.
Stepping inside, he was t with the chaos that usually followed the store's opening, as people rushed to buy whatever goods they could or get their seats. But Kyle was in no rush, as he knew today would be the day when the store would be open all day, every day.
Greeting the Zerrefs that he passed by, Kyle waited in line, ignoring all of the pointed looks he received due to his...armored attire, but if the wasteland taught him anything, it was that there was no such thing as overkill. Lord knows how many tis he was killed by sothing or soone who, by all rights, should have been dead by their wounds, of which Frank Horrigan was a notable figure who refused to die.
Buying his six hours, he moved over to a computer and sat down, only to be t with a notification on the screen.
[Introducting Guilds!]
[Guilds are private or public communities run by a 'Guildmaster' and can compete in events and earn unique rewards. Guilds get their own Guild chats where Guild mbers can share information and speak with one another, and Guilds contain a whole host of other benefits]
'Guilds?' Kyle wondered, opening up the 'Guild' tab at the top of the screen, showing off a list of two Guilds and an option to create his own.
Humming in thought, he opened the 'Create' guild option. Kyle thought it might be a worthwhile endeavor if he could speak with other individuals like himself. Still, he doubted he could tolerate too many individuals, so he chose a na and tags, wrote a description, and set the mber count to only ten mbers before setting the guild to be public and allowing others to join freely.
[Guild Na: The Lone Wanderers]
[Guild Tags: #Fallout, #Science, and #FalloutLore]
[Guild Description: The Wasteland is filled with many secrets, so known, so unknown, yet there is always more to be discovered]
[Guild mber Count: 1/10]
[Create Guild for 100 Credits?]
[Yes]
Confirming his choice, he looked upon the 'benefits' he received from being in a guild.
The first was what appeared to be a private chat room for those in the guild where we could ssage one another and send images or recordings. Moving on, he found what appeared to be a...Guild ranking system?
[Guild Rankings are determined by events and competitions]
[In 30 days, the first PVP Tournant will arrive]
Interesting, but was a ranking only good for boasting or reputation, or were there more benefits? Then Kyle recalled the ssage stating that Guilds can earn...unique rewards from events. The question was, what kinds of rewards?
But before Kyle could think further, a mber joined the Guild, then two, and before he noticed, all nine slots were filled with people likely just seeing the new additions to the computers.
[Tyke - Guildmaster - Welco]
[Vervillian - New mber - Heya, glad to see that I am not the only one still wandering the wasteland]
[Give$5 - New mber - No kidding, everyone gives up after the first couple of deaths, lol]
[Brave&Beautiful - New mber - I don't even understand why either. Is it because of the pain?]
[Tyke - Guildmaster - That would be my guess @Brave&Beautiful]
Leaning back into his seat, Kyle realized that this would be an interesting day.
...
With a brief mont of darkness, Kyle soon found himself in the Mojave Wasteland again. He wore nothing but the rcenary garnts he purchased in Goodsprings and a 10mm pistol in a holster on his hip.
After completing and exploring Fallout 1 and 2, Kyle moved on to the next ga in the series, Fallout New Vegas.
As shown with each ga so far, he found himself experiencing new things, discovering new people, history, factions, and so much more. Yet, the Deathclaws of the Mojave Wasteland were far fiercer than the sparse few he encountered in the previous gas, including the sentient deathclaws he saved in the old vault. Just north along Interstate 15 was a rather large quarry chock-full of deathclaws; just one of the bastards was more than enough to kill him, but over a dozen? It was clear that Kyle had to find another way to get to New Vegas.
The deathclaws that wandered within and around the quarry were tougher, aner, and far deadlier than any deathclaw Kyle had encountered in his travels in the wasteland, which was saying sothing. Not to ntion, they were like bloodhounds with how fast they tracked him down, even from a distance.
Already, this new section of the world has brought Kyle so new experiences. When he tried taking the other road north to reach New Vegas, he was sward by these giant bugs called 'Cazadors' with stingers that could kill a man if stabbed, and their venom? The most excruciating pain he had ever felt, but despite that, he knew that if such creatures called the Mojave Wasteland ho, what else did?
So, left with one option, he traveled south, coming upon the town of Primm, which, of course, was overrun by the...lessers of the wasteland, the filth. These so-called 'Powder-Gangers' were rapists, murderers, and a whole host of mother nasties who bullied and robbed everyone they encountered; they originated from an NCR Prison, and get this, they were given dynamite of all things, to do their labor. What did they expect to happen, giving criminals literal explosives? Had the NCR beco rampant with stupidity after his death?
Of course, he put them all down, getting a nice reward of caps in exchange, as well as information and an eyebot nad ED-E, which was surprisingly intelligent. However, the eyebot lacked any sort of communication other than beeps, boops, whirls, and physical movent. If anything, the eyebot sort of reminded Kyle of a dog. Only this dog could fly and shoot lasers....why did that sound familiar?
Shaking his head, he continued his journey south, hoping to loop around the mountains and continue his journey to New Vegas, so he could learn why so dumbass shot him in the head over a damn tal poker chip, of all things.
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