A simple error in judgement. Didn't realize just how big the blast would be, got caught up in it. I was watching from a distance. Took a small break on a trip, had my binoculars with me.

Probably some new guy. Besides, alcohol and chems can turn even the cautious and careful of demo experts into a dumbass.

He was an absolute menace.

In terms of muscle, manpower, and results, I'd be a fool to disagree. But all those chems and augmentations made him nothing short of a fucked up killing machine. Good riddance.

//Goris: the Enclave killed everyone, I'm the last intelligent deathclaw Ranger: that's horrible, who'd do such a thing? Bill:

//'warcrimes go brrrrm' - Bill, probably

Guess that makes two of us. So, East or West? I was stationed at the Rig, for what it's worth. An 'old timer', or so I've been called.

I figured as much.

Christ almighty, you're even older than I am. Didn't think that was possible. You must've been what they based the Rig's program off of.

It was Dornan, wasn't it?

You also must the 'subject' that they used to help create Project Pantheon's augmentations. Never knew it'd be from someone like you, so ancient. Figured they used Horrigan or something.

Oh god.. So you did meet Dornan.

They could barely control just one of the big bastard. Can't imagine they'd want an army of them.

Ah, onw of my adopted gay sons has returned home.

My boy, it's been a while.

Need a fission battery, a conductor, a hotplate, and a small pot. Don't ask how I know.

"Runs just fine, but corrosive as hell if you don't clean it after use. Oh, and your exhaust vents begin to smell like burnt corn syrup. Absolutely foul."