Turning the corner of a rocky ledge came an average humanoid figure and the silhouette of a bulky canine companion, both trudging at just below average speed. "[color=a0410d]Over that ledge is bound to be a place to find something to fix your leg, Bark.[/color]" Chadrick and Barkimedes had been prospecting in the area for a while when a young gecko sprang out of a crevice between two prewar vehicles. The gecko was luckily small and unable to do much damage to the cyberdog, however it effectively removed a single bolt that fastened together the dog's right hind leg. Unfortunately for Barkimedes, Chadrick was unable to find the bolt in the dirt.
	As per the usual for Chadrick, luck was on his side. A four story building, seemingly abandoned, came into view around the bend. "[color=a0410d]Well, Bark, have I ever led you wrong? I'll have you fixed up soon. Just try to leave the tussling to me, I can't have my only true friend biting the dust. I need ya, boy. More than you even know.[/color]" Bark whimpered affectionately at the ghoul, who then led him to the door of the building they had found.
	The air inside the building was not pleasant on a normal scale, but when compared to the dry, inescapable sun of the wastes, the change in temperature was greatly appreciated. It became clear that the first floor of the building was essentially comprised of office space. The upper floors would need to be explored if spare parts compatible with Bark were to be found. 
	Upon climbing the stairs several loud bangs and thumping noises could be heard. It was easy to tell Chadrick and Barkimedes were not alone in the building. 
	"[color=a0410d]Bark, I want you to sniff around and find a spot that's safe. When I whistle, you come to me. Now go on, good boy.[/color]" The cybernetic beast hesitated for a moment, scanned the nearby rooms on the second floor, and proceeded to wait to be called from safety. 
	This would be the roughest part of any experience with other people. The initial shock of meeting a ghoul. Though most of Chadrick's front side was intact, he maintained the scarred, dry skin that was a trademark to his race. He decided to keep his helmet on, but slide the red tinted frames away, so that his most pure, human feature was revealed first: his eyes. 
	Chadrick readied his MF HyperBreeder pistol and ascended the stairs. The sound of bullet spray in rapid succession echoed down the corridor of the fourth floor. Chadrick cracked open the door and peeped at what lay beyond. From what he could tell, the sounds he had heard were most likely that of sentry bots unless someone had entered the building with a minigun. Beyond the door he could see a mismatched group of travellers who seemed to be fighting off the robotic adversaries. 
	"[color=a0410d]Please do not be alarmed, friends. My name is Chadrick. I have simply come in search of spare parts. It seems I have stumbled into a conflict, and I would be happy to assist in the removal of that prewar, mechanical ruffian.[/color]" Chadrick spoke at an audible level, but in a manner that he intended to be most sincere and least startling.