If you want to read 20 Chapters ahead and more, be sure to check out my P-Tang12!!!
______________________________
(A/N: Don't forget to give those power stones to Skyrim everyone!)
...
One after another, the Humvees rolled away from the observatory, passing through Acadia's gates and beginning the journey back down the mountain.
The Republic convoy wound its way down the mountain road at an unhurried pace.
Just the steady growl of three Humvees descending through the pine forests toward the sea.
Morning sunlight filtered between the trees, glinting off the windshields before vanishing beneath the dense canopy overhead. The road that had once carried soldiers into uncertain negotiations now carried neighbors toward their first official meeting.
Inside the lead vehicle, Faraday sat unusually quietly.
Which, Nick privately thought, might have been the most remarkable development of the entire week.
The scientist held his clipboard across his lap, occasionally checking the carefully written notes he'd spent most of the morning organizing.
Then reorganizing.
Then reorganizing again.
Chase noticed him reading the same page for what was probably the fifth time.
"You've already memorized it."
Faraday looked up.
"I know."
"So why are you reading it again?"
He hesitated.
"…Because I'm nervous."
Chase's expression softened ever so slightly.
"There."
"You finally admitted it."
Faraday sighed.
"I've spent years talking to generators."
"Now I'm about to explain Acadia to an entire town."
"Those aren't quite the same thing."
"They aren't."
She agreed.
"But you're not going alone."
He glanced toward her.
"I know."
"And that helps."
Nick looked over his shoulder from the front seat.
"If it makes you feel any better…"
Faraday waited.
"…most people are more afraid of public speaking than they are of Mirelurks."
Faraday blinked.
"Is that true?"
"I've decided it is."
Nick answered.
Sico chuckled quietly behind the wheel.
"I don't think that's backed by scientific evidence."
Nick shrugged.
"It feels true."
Faraday laughed despite himself.
"I'll take it."
The conversation eased some of the nervous energy inside the vehicle.
Outside, the forest gradually opened.
The familiar coastline appeared beyond the trees.
Far Harbor lay ahead.
Then the convoy rounded the final bend overlooking the settlement.
Smoke drifted lazily from dozens of chimneys.
Fishing boats crowded the harbor, their decks already piled with the morning's catch.
The lighthouse stood proudly above the shoreline, keeping its silent watch over the bay.
As the Humvees rolled onto the main road, word spread almost immediately.
"They're back."
"The Republic convoy."
"They've returned from Acadia."
People began looking up from their work.
Fishermen paused while untangling heavy nets.
Dockworkers rested wooden crates on the pier instead of carrying them farther.
Children abandoned a game between lobster traps to stare wide-eyed at the approaching vehicles.
Merchants leaned out from their storefronts.
Nobody had to ask why the convoy had gone to Acadia.
Captain Avery's announcement earlier that morning had traveled through the town faster than any courier ever could.
Now everyone understood what this return meant.
They weren't bringing prisoners.
They weren't escorting suspects.
They were welcoming guests.
History had quietly arrived on four wheels.
The Humvees rolled slowly through the settlement, giving everyone time to see who sat inside.
Some people smiled cautiously.
Others simply watched.
Conversations became hushed whispers.
"That's one of them…"
"I think that's Faraday."
"The scientist."
"And Chase…"
"I heard she's the security chief."
"They don't look dangerous."
"They're synths."
"I know."
"But…"
The hesitation lingered.
Years of fear could not disappear in a single morning.
Nor should anyone expect them to.
Sico noticed the expressions as he drove.
Some hopeful.
Some uncertain.
Some carefully unreadable.
Exactly what he had expected.
When the convoy reached the center of town, it turned toward the Freemasons Republic headquarters.
Republic banners fluttered gently outside the sturdy building that had once served another purpose before becoming the Republic's administrative center on the Island.
The three Humvees came to a smooth stop in formation.
Their engines gradually fell silent.
For a heartbeat, only the sound of gulls echoed across the harbor.
Then doors opened.
Republic soldiers stepped out first with calm professionalism.
No weapons were drawn.
No defensive perimeter was established.
Instead, they simply took relaxed positions around the vehicles, making it clear this was a diplomatic visit rather than a military operation.
Sico climbed down first.
Nick followed, settling his old fedora comfortably back onto his head.
Faraday took one careful step onto the pavement, making certain his toolbox remained balanced.
"I made it."
Nick looked at him.
"Were you expecting not to?"
"I wasn't ruling it out."
Chase emerged beside him with her usual composed posture.
Behind them, the four Acadian security synths exited the remaining Humvees.
Their light armor was clean and practical rather than intimidating.
Each carried a holstered sidearm that remained untouched.
Their hands rested openly at their sides.
Their posture conveyed exactly what DiMA had instructed.
We are here to protect.
Not to threaten.
The gathered townspeople watched carefully.
Several whispered among themselves.
A few children peeked curiously from behind their parents.
One little boy tugged gently on his mother's sleeve.
"Are they really synths?"
His mother nodded quietly.
"I think so."
"They look…"
He searched for the right word.
"…normal."
She didn't answer immediately.
Instead she simply watched.
Across the square, Captain Avery stepped forward.
She wore her weathered coat as always, though there was something slightly more formal about her posture today.
She stopped a few feet from the Acadia delegation before offering a warm smile.
"Welcome to Far Harbor."
Faraday looked almost relieved before extending his hand.
"Thank you."
"I… we're grateful for the invitation."
Avery accepted the handshake without hesitation.
The simple gesture did not go unnoticed.
Many Harbormen saw it.
Many Harborwomen did too.
One handshake.
Simple.
Ordinary.
And yet quietly significant.
Avery turned toward Chase.
"It's good to finally meet you properly."
Chase returned the greeting with a respectful nod before shaking her hand.
"The feeling is mutual."
"Thank you for receiving us."
"I appreciate that you accepted."
Avery replied sincerely.
"I know this couldn't have been an easy decision."
"It wasn't."
Chase admitted.
"But worthwhile things rarely are."
Avery smiled.
"I've found that's usually true."
Around them, the people of Far Harbor continued watching.
The welcome was polite.
Reserved.
Several fishermen nodded respectfully.
A few settlers offered tentative smiles.
Others folded their arms, choosing simply to observe.
Some whispered quietly to one another, uncertainty still written plainly across their faces.
No insults came.
No threats.
Only caution.
Years of old fears standing beside the possibility of something new.
Faraday noticed immediately.
His shoulders tightened almost imperceptibly.
"They're still afraid."
He murmured quietly.
Chase spoke without looking at him.
"They're uncertain."
"There's a difference."
He glanced toward her.
"They came."
She continued.
"They're watching."
"They didn't turn away."
She allowed herself the faintest smile.
"That's already more than yesterday."
Faraday slowly nodded.
"…You're right."
A few steps away, Nick observed the same guarded reactions.
He leaned slightly toward Sico.
"I've seen warmer welcomes."
Sico kept his eyes on the townspeople.
"So have I."
Nick adjusted his hat.
"You worried?"
"No."
Sico answered calmly.
"This is exactly how it should be."
Nick looked at him.
"Meaning?"
"Genuine reconciliation can't be rushed."
He watched as one elderly fisherman cautiously nodded toward Chase, receiving a polite nod in return.
"If everyone suddenly trusted one another overnight…"
"I'd wonder whether anyone was thinking."
Nick chuckled.
"Fair point."
Sico smiled faintly.
"Every partnership begins with a single meeting."
"And this…"
He looked around the harbor.
"…is ours."
Avery gestured toward the headquarters building.
"Shall we?"
"Please."
Faraday replied.
Together they began walking through Far Harbor.
The procession wasn't grand.
There were no banners.
No music.
No ceremony.
Just people walking side by side.
Humans.
Synths.
Republic soldiers.
Captain Avery.
Faraday.
The symbolism spoke louder than any speech.
As they passed through town, Republic personnel stationed around the settlement acknowledged everyone equally.
One young soldier opened the headquarters door before offering a respectful salute.
"President."
"Captain Avery."
He then turned toward Faraday and Chase.
"Welcome."
Faraday blinked.
"Thank you."
Another Republic engineer approached carrying several folders.
"We've prepared meeting materials for everyone."
He handed identical copies first to Avery.
Then to Faraday.
Then to Chase.
No distinction.
No preference.
Only equal treatment.
Faraday noticed.
"So this…"
He said quietly.
"…is what you meant."
Sico looked at him.
"About?"
"Equal citizenship."
Sico nodded.
"It starts with ordinary things."
The scientist smiled.
"I like ordinary."
Inside headquarters, one of the larger conference rooms had been carefully prepared.
A long wooden table occupied the center.
Fresh tea waited beside neatly arranged notebooks.
Maps of Mount Desert Island hung upon the surrounding walls.
Several new charts had been added showing Far Harbor, Acadia, the Nucleus, and Vim! connected by marked supply routes.
The seating arrangement had been chosen deliberately.
Not by rank.
Not by faction.
Sico walked to the center of one side of the table before stopping.
He looked first toward Avery.
Then toward Faraday.
"I'd like the two of you here."
They exchanged curious looks before sitting opposite one another.
Sico deliberately chose the seat directly between them.
Not at the head of the table.
Nick noticed immediately.
"You planning on avoiding being in charge today?"
Sico smiled.
"I'm planning on making sure everyone gets heard."
Nick grinned.
"Fair enough."
Chase sat beside Faraday.
Several Far Harbor representatives joined Avery.
Republic officers quietly occupied the remaining seats.
The atmosphere remained formal.
Yet surprisingly relaxed.
Sico looked around the room.
"This meeting isn't about signing treaties."
"It isn't about voting."
"It isn't about deciding everything today."
He folded his hands together.
"It's about beginning."
He turned toward Avery.
"Captain."
Avery nodded before looking across the table at Faraday.
"I've spent years leading Far Harbor."
She began.
"Most of those years involved protecting people."
"Sometimes from creatures."
"Sometimes from the fog."
"Sometimes from fear itself."
She paused.
"The last one was always the hardest."
Faraday listened carefully.
"I imagine it was."
She smiled faintly.
"People here don't hate Acadia."
"They fear what they don't understand."
"I think…"
She looked around the room.
"…that's an important distinction."
Faraday nodded slowly.
"It is."
"Because fear can change."
"Hate usually doesn't."
Avery leaned back thoughtfully.
"I'd like people from Far Harbor to stop imagining Acadia."
"I'd rather they experience it."
"What would you suggest?"
Faraday took a moment before answering.
"I'd begin with visits."
"Small ones."
"No pressure."
"Perhaps a few engineers."
"A few fishermen."
He smiled nervously.
"I could show anyone interested how our workshops function."
Nick coughed quietly.
"For approximately six hours."
Soft laughter spread around the table.
Even Faraday laughed.
"I was hoping for four."
Chase glanced sideways.
"Optimistic."
More laughter followed, easing the remaining tension.
Faraday continued.
"We could demonstrate power systems."
"Water purification."
"Agricultural equipment."
"Not because we're trying to impress anyone."
"But because knowledge becomes less frightening when people understand it."
Avery nodded thoughtfully.
"I like that."
She looked toward several Far Harbor representatives.
"And perhaps we do the same."
Faraday blinked.
"You mean…"
"You visit us."
She smiled.
"No."
"You visit us."
She gestured toward the harbor outside.
"You spend a day with our fishermen."
"You see how families here live."
"How difficult surviving the fog can be."
Faraday's expression brightened.
"I'd like that."
"I've never actually spent an entire day on a fishing boat."
Nick smiled.
"You'll probably learn several new words."
"I suspected as much."
Chase quietly added,
"And not all of them polite."
The room chuckled again.
Sico allowed the conversation to flow naturally before gently guiding it forward.
"What about responsibilities?"
He asked.
"If we're one Republic…"
"How do we help one another?"
Avery answered first.
"When storms damage docks…"
"We repair them together."
Faraday nodded.
"When generators fail…"
"Our engineers assist."
A Republic logistics officer added,
"We can organize mixed work teams."
"Human and synth crews together."
"So people actually get to know one another."
Another representative suggested community workshops.
Shared training.
Joint emergency response drills.
Medical outreach.
Agricultural research.
Each idea built naturally upon the previous one.
No one claimed every problem would disappear.
Instead, they searched for practical ways to make tomorrow slightly better than yesterday.
Eventually Avery looked directly at Faraday.
"Tell me honestly."
"What does Acadia fear most?"
The room became quiet.
Faraday answered without hesitation.
"Being judged before anyone knows us."
Avery slowly nodded.
"I think…"
She admitted.
"…Far Harbor fears exactly the same thing."
The realization settled over everyone.
Different histories.
Different lives.
The same fear.
Sico looked from one side of the table to the other.
"Then perhaps…"
He said softly.
"…that's where we begin."
"Not by pretending we're different."
"But by remembering we're more alike than we believed."
No one spoke for several long seconds.
Outside, the sounds of Far Harbor drifted faintly through the open window.
Children laughing.
Hammers striking wood.
Fishing boats returning with fresh catches.
Ordinary life.
The kind of life every person around the table hoped to protect.
It wasn't a perfect meeting.
There were still difficult questions waiting in the future.
There would be disagreements.
Setbacks.
Moments when old fears resurfaced.
But for the first time in many years, representatives of Far Harbor and Acadia sat together at one table, not as rivals separated by suspicion, but as neighbors searching for a common future.
The room then remained quiet for a few moments after Sico's last words.
No one felt the need to rush into speaking.
Outside, the sounds of Far Harbor carried softly through the open windows as the distant cries of gulls circling above the docks, the rhythmic knocking of hammers against timber, fishermen calling to one another as they unloaded the morning's catch.
Life continued as it always had.
Yet inside the Republic headquarters, something fundamental had changed.
The silence no longer belonged to uncertainty.
It belonged to reflection.
Captain Avery rested both hands on the table, looking around at the faces gathered there.
Far Harbor representatives.
Acadia delegates.
Republic officers.
Only a few months ago, she could never have imagined seeing them sitting together without weapons drawn or accusations waiting to be spoken.
Now the atmosphere felt almost comfortable.
Not because every fear had disappeared.
Because everyone had been honest about them.
She smiled quietly.
"I think…"
Her voice broke the silence without disturbing it.
"…we've accomplished more today than I expected."
Several people nodded.
Faraday let out a slow breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"I was afraid I'd spend the whole meeting explaining electrical systems."
Nick folded his arms.
"You still managed to mention electrical systems six times."
Faraday frowned thoughtfully.
"…Only six?"
Chase looked at him.
"It was eight."
He blinked.
"I suppose I was nervous."
That drew another ripple of laughter around the room.
It wasn't forced.
The kind of laughter shared by people who had slowly begun relaxing around one another.
One of Far Harbor's senior fishermen leaned back in his chair.
"I'll admit something."
Everyone looked toward him.
"When Avery rang that bell this morning…"
He scratched his weathered beard.
"…I figured we'd be arguing until sunset."
"So did I."
Another Harborwoman admitted.
"I expected shouting."
"Maybe a chair or two thrown."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"You folks throw chairs often?"
"Only the cheap ones."
The room laughed again.
Even Chase's composed expression softened.
The fisherman looked across the table toward Faraday.
"Instead…"
"…we ended up talking about generators."
Faraday smiled sheepishly.
"I can apologize if you'd like."
"No."
The old man shook his head.
"It was refreshing."
His eyes wandered around the room.
"We spent years imagining one another."
"Turns out conversation works better."
"It usually does."
Sico replied quietly.
One by one, the representatives began voicing their thoughts.
A Republic logistics officer closed his notebook.
"We have a practical framework."
"That's more valuable than promises."
One of Acadia's security synths, who had remained silent throughout most of the meeting, finally spoke.
"It is… encouraging."
Everyone turned toward him.
He hesitated for only a moment.
"We were prepared for suspicion."
"We were not prepared for conversation."
Captain Avery smiled warmly.
"I think conversation suits us better."
"It does."
The synth answered simply.
Another Far Harbor merchant nodded.
"We've got plenty of problems left."
"No one's pretending otherwise."
"But now…"
He looked toward Chase.
"…we know who to ask for help."
Chase inclined her head respectfully.
"And we'll know who to ask when we need yours."
The merchant smiled.
"That's how neighbors ought to work."
Around the table, heads nodded in agreement.
No dramatic speeches followed.
No triumphant declarations.
Only quiet satisfaction.
The kind earned after difficult conversations had ended better than anyone expected.
Avery stood first.
"I'd like to thank all of you."
She looked toward the Acadia delegation.
"Especially those of you who chose to leave the safety of your home and come here today."
She extended her hand toward Faraday once again.
"It couldn't have been easy."
Faraday stood as well.
"No."
He admitted honestly.
"It wasn't."
He accepted her hand.
"But I'm very glad we came."
Their handshake lingered only a second longer than the first one outside.
Not because of ceremony.
Because neither of them was in a hurry to let go.
Chase shook hands with several Harbor representatives in turn.
Each greeting was simple.
Respectful.
Natural.
One elderly Harborwoman smiled as she clasped Chase's hand.
"I've heard you're the one who keeps everyone organized."
Chase glanced briefly toward Faraday.
"I try."
Faraday quietly muttered,
"She's being modest."
"I am not."
"You absolutely are."
The Harborwoman laughed.
"I believe him."
Even Chase couldn't suppress a small smile.
Nearby, Republic officers exchanged handshakes with both delegations equally.
There was no distinction between human and synth.
No difference between Far Harbor and Acadia.
Only fellow citizens beginning to know one another.
Once everyone had settled again, Sico unfolded a fresh sheet of paper.
"I think it would be useful," he said, "to summarize what we've agreed upon."
He looked first toward Avery.
"If I've missed anything, please stop me."
She nodded.
"Go ahead."
Sico read calmly.
"First…"
"Acadia will begin providing technological support throughout Far Harbor."
He looked toward Faraday.
"That includes engineering assistance."
"Scientific consultation."
"Improvement of existing electrical infrastructure."
"Support for advanced power systems."
"Water purification expertise."
"Mechanical maintenance."
"And other practical innovations capable of improving daily life throughout the settlement."
Faraday nodded immediately.
"We'll organize engineering teams as soon as we return."
"Not to replace local workers."
He looked toward the Harbor representatives.
"But to work alongside them."
"Knowledge is meant to be shared."
Avery smiled.
"I think our mechanics will appreciate that."
One of the dock engineers laughed.
"If your generators behave better than ours…"
"…I'll buy you dinner."
Faraday brightened.
"I'd enjoy that."
Nick quietly whispered,
"He'll spend the entire dinner talking about generators."
"I heard that."
Faraday replied.
"You were supposed to."
Nick answered with a grin.
More laughter drifted through the room.
Sico continued.
"Second…"
He turned toward Avery.
"Far Harbor will welcome synths from Acadia who choose to settle here."
The room grew more thoughtful.
Avery spoke before anyone else could.
"They won't be treated as outsiders."
"They won't be guests."
She looked directly at Chase.
"They'll be citizens."
"The same as everyone else."
"If someone wishes to build a home…"
"…raise a family…"
"…start a workshop…"
"…or simply live peacefully beside us…"
"They'll have that opportunity."
One Harbor council member added,
"We'll judge people by how they live."
"Not by where they came from."
Chase inclined her head.
"That means more than you know."
Sico nodded approvingly before reading the next agreement.
"In return…"
"Far Harbor will establish regular supply deliveries to Acadia."
He gestured toward one of the maps showing the harbor.
"Freshly caught fish."
"Tatos."
"Mutfruit."
"Corn."
"Other locally produced food and agricultural resources."
A logistics officer added,
"We already have supply routes."
"We'll simply extend them."
One fisherman chuckled.
"I suppose we'll finally know where all those extra fish are going."
Faraday smiled.
"I promise we'll appreciate every single one."
"And if you ever get tired of fish…"
Nick added.
"…don't tell anyone around here."
The fishermen laughed loudly.
"That'd be a dangerous confession."
"It really would."
For the first time all morning, the room felt almost like old friends sitting around a table.
Business had slowly become conversation.
Conversation had slowly become trust.
When the laughter settled once more, Sico quietly folded the paper and remained standing.
"There is one more matter."
The room naturally became attentive.
His expression remained calm.
Measured.
He looked around the table before speaking.
"For many years…"
"Far Harbor and Acadia have thought of themselves as separate places."
Nobody disagreed.
"There were invisible lines."
He continued.
"People believed one community ended…"
"…and another began."
He rested both hands lightly against the back of his chair.
"I don't believe those lines exist anymore."
Several representatives exchanged curious glances.
Sico looked first toward Avery.
Then toward Faraday.
"There will be no territorial border separating Far Harbor and Acadia."
The room became completely still.
"No checkpoints."
"No frontier."
"No walls."
He allowed those words to settle naturally.
"Because neither community is an independent faction anymore."
"They're part of the same nation."
"The Freemasons Republic."
His voice remained calm, never rising.
"When citizens travel from Far Harbor to Acadia…"
"…they are not crossing into foreign territory."
"They are traveling within their own country."
"When someone from Acadia visits the harbor…"
"…they are not guests."
"They are citizens."
He looked slowly around the room.
"No walls should exist between people who share the same future."
"The same responsibilities."
"The same hopes."
"The same identity."
Silence followed.
Not uncomfortable silence.
Thoughtful silence.
People considered what those words truly meant.
Years of imagining invisible borders.
Gone.
An elderly fisherman quietly rubbed his chin.
"I never thought about it like that."
One Harbor representative slowly nodded.
"We've spent years acting like the mountain divided us."
Faraday looked toward the Island map.
"It never really did."
"We did."
No one argued.
Captain Avery leaned back thoughtfully before smiling.
"I like it."
She looked around at her fellow Harbor representatives.
"If we're asking people to become neighbors…"
"…it makes little sense to tell them there's still a border between them."
Several people nodded almost immediately.
"It sends the wrong message."
Another council member agreed.
"We're one Republic."
"So let's act like one."
Faraday glanced toward Chase.
She simply gave the slightest nod.
He smiled.
"I think DiMA will appreciate hearing that."
"I believe he will."
Sico replied.
Approval spread gradually through the room.
No applause.
No dramatic celebration.
Just genuine agreement.
Sometimes the quietest decisions carried the greatest weight.
After another moment, Sico turned back toward Avery.
"There's something else I'd like to share."
She looked at him expectantly.
"When I met DiMA before leaving Acadia…"
"…we discussed another project."
"Oh?"
"It concerns the fog."
Every face in the room became serious.
On The Island, any conversation involving the fog immediately demanded attention.
Sico walked toward the large map mounted on the wall.
He rested one hand over the regions surrounding Far Harbor.
"The fog has always dictated how people live."
"When fishermen can sail."
"When traders can travel."
"How safely children can move between settlements."
He looked back toward everyone gathered.
"I asked DiMA whether Acadia would consider improving the fog condensers."
Several Harbor representatives straightened in their seats.
"The existing designs already save lives."
Sico continued.
"But I believe they can become even better."
He pointed toward the shaded areas on the map.
"The goal would be simple."
"Increase their efficiency."
"Allow them to absorb more of the fog."
"Expand the safe zones surrounding our communities."
"Improve visibility."
"Create safer roads."
"Give fishermen longer working hours on the water."
"And perhaps…"
He paused.
"…reclaim additional usable land for every settlement across the Island."
Avery's eyes widened slightly.
"That would benefit everyone."
"Exactly."
Sico nodded.
"Not just Far Harbor."
"Not just Acadia."
"The Nucleus."
"Smaller farming communities."
"Every settlement."
He continued,
"DiMA welcomed the proposal immediately."
"He told me it was something he'd wanted to pursue for years."
"But survival always came first."
Faraday listened with growing interest.
Sico looked toward him.
"DiMA intends to study every existing condenser design once the delegation returns home."
"Every blueprint."
"Every efficiency report."
"Every limitation."
Faraday's mind was already racing.
"I've been collecting performance data for years."
He said almost to himself.
"There are several pressure-loss points…"
Chase smiled knowingly.
"There he goes."
The room laughed.
Faraday blinked.
"…Right."
"I'll save that explanation."
Sico smiled.
"The project can't truly begin until Faraday returns to Acadia."
He looked toward the scientist.
"You're DiMA's trusted right-hand engineer."
"Your expertise will be essential if the condensers are going to become more efficient."
Faraday looked genuinely humbled.
"I'll do everything I can."
"I know you will."
Captain Avery leaned forward, her expression thoughtful.
"When we first met Acadia…"
She said quietly.
"I never imagined we'd one day be discussing joint engineering projects."
She looked around the room.
"And yet here we are."
Her smile widened.
"This is exactly why cooperation matters."
She gestured toward the table where Harbor representatives, Republic officers, and Acadia delegates sat together.
"Far Harbor couldn't accomplish something like this alone."
She looked toward Faraday.
"Neither could Acadia."
Finally, her eyes settled on Sico.
"But together…"
She nodded slowly.
"…we're already planning things none of us could have achieved by ourselves."
Around the room, quiet agreement followed.
Outside, the fog still drifted beyond the harbor.
It had not changed.
Not yet.
But inside the Republic headquarters, surrounded by maps, notebooks, and people who had once viewed one another with suspicion, the first plans to challenge it had already begun.
______________________________________________
• Name: Sico
• Stats :
S: 8,44
P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint.
• Active Quest:-