Albus merely shrugged and chuckled, believing he managed to outsmart the other three. "Damn! I don't think we can land. Nipton's too torn up and we're too damaged. We'll have to keep heading towards Vegas." The pilot said, chuckling, despite the worry in his voice.
Nipton was still torn up from the assault from the Legion twenty years ago, though the fires have died down since then. The stairs leading to the town hall have been almost entirely smashed, where a strange suit of power armor lied, almost completely destroyed and stuck into a small crater. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily), there was no occupant, though there was no way they could of survived.
Ellis marveled at her treasure. "OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST EQUIPMENT I'VE EVER SEEN! maybe I can repair this! Oh my god I can't imagine myself wearing this suit!" She continued screaming and geeking over her find.
Hasewega arrived after Duke, looking down at the ruined armor. "More cost to fix it than scarping it. Even if you did fix it, you'd need proper training."
"No, no, no! This is mine!" a voice called, as the town hall door swung wide open. "Weeell... Technically, it's our's, but I'm the mayor." An older man, hobbling on a cane made from a metal chair exited. "Uh, welcome to Nipton, by the way. I'm Mayor Boxcars."
She tried to Hold back but broke into laughter "BOXCAR?! OH MY GOD! HA HA! WHAT'S YOUR FIRST NAME? DUCT TAPE? Ah...sorry. I get carried away sometimes."
Hasewega simply slammed the butt of her rifle into Ellis' head. "Shut up." She growled before turning her attention back to the mayor.
"Gah! Seriously?! You Did It again?!" She felt her head for any injuries but she seemed fine. She was just in pain.
Duke frowned at the sudden violent outbreak. 'The vibes here are getting nasty; but why?', he thought to himself. "Is there no communication in this group!?" He blurted out, only half intentionally.
"Well, uh, you guys look like such nice folk, so I guess I can cut you a deal. Do some work for me and you guys can split this thing however you want." The Mayor chimed in, ignoring the conflict. "Come on inside, we can talk about it more." Boxcars soon turned around and walked inside the hall.
"Geez this town is awful." Duke complained, picking his way up through the splintered remains of the stairs and up to the doors. "There's no bar, and I swear this guy's the only lunatic still here."
"Well, first of all, we need drinks. The pipes around town don't work very well, so you'll have to find somewhere that has bottled crap. You could try the Sunset Sarsaparilla plant up near Vegas, but that might be empty. There is a brewery to the west, but it's kind of a long trip. Mack should be able to take you." Boxcars then pointed behind him, at a dwarf trying to beat open a vending machine with a nine-iron.
"You're swinging all wrong, man." Duke said, taking the nine-iron. His years of golfing before the war paid off as he cracked the hinges with a single swing.
Ellis turned her head around and looked at Hasewaga. "You better not be thinking of hitting me again."
"Aah... Thank ya." The dwarf mumbled, searching in the machine for any bottles. Boxcars shrugged. "He knows the way. You'll have to follow his cart there, but you can use that to store what you find there. Just grab whatever. We only need to know if the place is being swarmed with deathclaws or something." he said. Mack soon scurried off outside, heading towards what used to be a general store.
