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6/20/2025, 8:27:59 PM
It’s a few days later that you’re alerted by a Securitron patrol about a sighting of Moreno sans his iconic power armor. Close to death, you ask Cass to send out a caravan to pick him up from the border and bring him to the Lucky 38 for care.
Unsurprisingly, the salty Enclave veteran refuses immediate treatment and instead asks for a cold beer and cigar, which he is given on his arrival to the Strip. It’s only when he passes out from exhaustion that the Follower doctor looking after you can finally begin her treatment.
Thankfully, he’s only suffering from severe dehydration, heat stroke and sun poisoning. Compared to what happened to you, it’s a mild medical case that the Followers are very well suited for.
A day after, you’re walking into his room at the Lucky 38, yourself just getting back on your feet and far from humping it back out in the wastes.
“Holy shit, you look like I feel!”
He hollers to you as you enter the room, sitting up in his bed and reading through a Future Weapons Today.
His skin is blistered and red, bandages covering some of the worse parts of his body. Much like you, an IV pumps fluids into his body. You head over and sit next to him.
[You’re not looking much better, old man. What the hell happened out there, Moreno?]
Orion takes off his reading glasses and sets it on top of the magazine next to his bed.
“The Brotherhood, to no one’s surprise, betrayed you. They set off a dirty bomb and used the dust storm to spread the contamination and hide their retreat. You were suffering from a real nasty mix of nuclear contamination and a nerve agent. Lucky for you it was stale, or you wouldn’t be here. I stripped you down, tore off everything you had on you and sent an emergency transponder signal to the Vertibird.”
He takes a minute to cough into his bedsheet and take a long drink of water.
“Where was-oh yeah. I almost blasted those fucking Brotherhood birds out of the sky but they came back for you and I had to get you out of there so, you’re welcome. After you dusted off, I went back into town to regroup with the Legion forces. That place was dead. The rads in some spots went as high as 100 a second. Even in my suit I was getting cooked. Long story short, I walked home. Radio stopped working in the suit and the seals started failing so I ditched it before my skin fell off like yours. You owe me a new suit, by the way.”
Moreno looks at you deadpan. He might actually be serious about that.
Unsurprisingly, the salty Enclave veteran refuses immediate treatment and instead asks for a cold beer and cigar, which he is given on his arrival to the Strip. It’s only when he passes out from exhaustion that the Follower doctor looking after you can finally begin her treatment.
Thankfully, he’s only suffering from severe dehydration, heat stroke and sun poisoning. Compared to what happened to you, it’s a mild medical case that the Followers are very well suited for.
A day after, you’re walking into his room at the Lucky 38, yourself just getting back on your feet and far from humping it back out in the wastes.
“Holy shit, you look like I feel!”
He hollers to you as you enter the room, sitting up in his bed and reading through a Future Weapons Today.
His skin is blistered and red, bandages covering some of the worse parts of his body. Much like you, an IV pumps fluids into his body. You head over and sit next to him.
[You’re not looking much better, old man. What the hell happened out there, Moreno?]
Orion takes off his reading glasses and sets it on top of the magazine next to his bed.
“The Brotherhood, to no one’s surprise, betrayed you. They set off a dirty bomb and used the dust storm to spread the contamination and hide their retreat. You were suffering from a real nasty mix of nuclear contamination and a nerve agent. Lucky for you it was stale, or you wouldn’t be here. I stripped you down, tore off everything you had on you and sent an emergency transponder signal to the Vertibird.”
He takes a minute to cough into his bedsheet and take a long drink of water.
“Where was-oh yeah. I almost blasted those fucking Brotherhood birds out of the sky but they came back for you and I had to get you out of there so, you’re welcome. After you dusted off, I went back into town to regroup with the Legion forces. That place was dead. The rads in some spots went as high as 100 a second. Even in my suit I was getting cooked. Long story short, I walked home. Radio stopped working in the suit and the seals started failing so I ditched it before my skin fell off like yours. You owe me a new suit, by the way.”
Moreno looks at you deadpan. He might actually be serious about that.
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