After ducking down behind the debris it wasn't long before things started to go sideways. His energy level was down to critical levels and his luck had decided to roll him a set of snake eyes it seemed. apparently the person out by the buss had friends of some sort, and it wasn't long after he dove into cover that raiders began to rush his position. He saw a man come up towards him, the old bug eyed antenna helmet that some raiders seemed to be fond of caught his attention. Running the numbers in his head John didn't like his odds even if the man was poorly armed and armored. where there was one raider, there was always more lurking just out of sight. John upholstered his weapon and readied it at the man when a bullet whizzed over his head and smashed into the raider's armor. Just as he was about to pull the trigger as the man broke into a run he heard another gunshot. long pipe rifle by the sounds of it. John shook off the secondary processes bogging him down and just focuses on the target in front of him. Pulling the trigger once a flash of solid light erupted from the lens of his Custom WATTZ magneto, lancing straight through the armor the man was wearing and out the other side. he could see dust in the wind behind him coming from the man as bits of him atomized from the laser impacting him and rending his armor. as he pulled the trigger again he heard that janky pinging boing sound come from his pistol. the small energy cells inside the pistol had seared and misfired so to speak. he had the equivalent of a jam for energy weapons. Pulling back a slider and wrenching back an auxiliary casing John worked on "clearing the jam" as quickly as he could. but quickly wasn't fast enough. Just before the raider could lunge at him with a bat with a cleaver welded onto the side of it, the raider went limp and fell to john's feet. John's sensors registered a logic error in this. he had not killed the man, but yet he was dead. Overriding the error John would rip out the faulty battery and shove it into his pocket quickly before looking to his belt to see if the light was green or red. luckily enough he saw a green light showing him that the battery he had been charging was full. One by one he'd remove the small energy cells with a clicking sound and insert them into his pistol's battery chamber. his middle finger flipping the firing selector from single to charge. he could still hear the sounds of weapons going off, but the time for hiding was over. someone was giving him aid and it was time to return the favor. Looking down to his pipboy he'd arch a brow some before turning up the volume on his radio. Rising up from his place of cover and spinning around John thumbed the third yellow button once more. he could almost hear his body's power plant scream out in pain and protest as his power level plummeted down to 20%. warning lights flashed in his vision like mad as his body moved on it's own as V.A.T.S kicked in. His head turned and his arms raised it's weapon to the woman waving her arms at him. everything just slowed down as V.A.T.S took control. [color=00a651]Target... Human. Alignment Unknown. Weapon.... Error... insufficient power to complete scan. Chance to hit... Head: 45 torso: 70 Left Arm: 55 Right Arm: 55 Left Leg: 55 Right Leg: 55 Target not hostile. movements showing inquisitive nature. Civilian noncombatant identified. Target confirmed, invalid target... switching targets.[/color] His body jerked around as his head seemed to track in on another target, his body bringing his gun to bare on it as he felt V.A.T.S stress his critically under powered system to it's breaking point. [color=00a651]Target... Human. Alignment.... unknow...Rewriting alignment... Friendly... Weapon.... Error... insufficient power.... Placeholder via observation. Long rifle. Chance to hit... Head: 5 torso: 10 Left Arm: 5 Right Arm: 5 Left Leg: 0 Right Leg: 0 Target currently in cover. Providing fire support. Warning! hostile target located that is threatening friendly combatant. Priority target located. Switching target.[/color] John's vision seemed to zoom out a bit as he caught sight of a raider sneaking along the buss just below the windows the sniper was using as cover. He could already feel his body cringe as more power was sent to V.A.T.S. [color=00a651]Target... Human. Alignment Raider. Weapon.... Error... insuff Error overridden. Devoting emergency power to complete scan. Weapon 10mm SMG... weapon type... error, data deleted. defaulting to club. Weapon Pipebomb. Chance to hit... Head: 20 torso: 35 Left Arm: 20 Right Arm: 20 Left Leg: 20 Right Leg: 20 10MM smg: 10 Pipe Bomb: 10... Insufficient chance to hit... override. Targeting systems online. Warning, Targeting systems will increase power drain, do you wish to continue Y/N: Y .... Confirmed. Chance to hit... Head: 45 Torso: 70 Left Arm: 55 Right arm: 55 Left leg: 55 Right leg: 55 10mm SMG: 45 Pipe Bomb... Status unlit. warning raider attempting to light. 30 Power currently at 10%.... Targeting Torso. Firing...[/color] With V.A.T.S taking over John felt his body hone in on the raider that was going to sneak an explosive surprise into the window of the buss. and yet as the gun came to bare on the raider, every crack, crevice, and light on the thing glowing a bright red, John felt his power drop down to just 5% as his finger pulled the trigger and V.A.T.S released him from it's control. A thick bright lance of light erupted from his pistol. The air around the charged blast seemed to ignite in a red haze of feint sparks as the laser burned through the ambient dust in the air. Then before a person's brain could even register the need to tell it's heart to beat again, That lance of light that seemed to rip the air asunder in it's wake impacted the raider's chest causing him to scream out. The blast from the pistol Ripping through the man, leaving a hole in his torso the size of a large apple. The hole itself seemed to ignite as the flesh and meat were burned away as the man screamed in futility and horror as his body turned to dust. The only thing left of the raider now was his skeleton, the armor he was wearing, and the weapons he was using. John could feel his body shutting down bit by bit as the world seemed to fade. He was sitting at just 5% power and even that was still draining away. As the high intensity lens of his pistol glowed white hot and a reddish smoke fizzled up from around it John turned his head sluggishly to the girl who had tried to get his attention. "n... nearest town?" he'd ask in confusion as he pulled up his pipboy and thumbed the controls to switch to his map. though as he did, he wobbled a little bit, loosing his balance and falling over. He felt drained, and he couldn't put it off anymore. one arm haphazardly reached down towards his pocket to pull out a bottle of Nuka Cola, but his grip wasn't the best with so little power. he'd struggle with it, trying to get the top off but it seemed he couldn't manage it. The power display in his vision read [color=ed1c24]2.5%[/color] [@Pripovednik] [@Marik]