[@Letter Bee]

[color=#ffccff][CH 9][/color] [color=#33cc33]"Oh, why of course, sir! No need to ask - I'd be happy to inform you of our vast and expansive security system, if you'll follow me, sir."[/color] The skeletal synth said, waving his wiry and thin arms as he spoke - his voice utilizing a modulated Mister Handy voice chip. [color=#33cc33]Of course, if you have any less than legal intentions, sir -[/color] [color=#cc2900]that would require [i]immediate[/i] termination."[/color] 

The skeletal synth would continue walking, each step led on by a limp and dragged foot - his shoes leaving a continous scuffle line that would lead Par Rapids down the vast and expansive bank. The bank was quite the engineering feat, and another testimony to how it had been two-hundred years since the initial apocalypse - it appeared to have been built and re purposed out of an old bank, but it included many more "modern" apocalyptic functions - the most obvious being the series of laser turrets cleanly wired to the walls, the free protectron units out of their chambers and walking the halls, and the series of wall panels hooked up to flamethrowers and plasma lines. The bank itself was rather beautiful, and a reminder of the glory of pre-war life - it's large marble pillars only slightly cracked, growing and green vegetation growing from a variety of marble pots lining the walls, and a massive glass roof (missing some notable chunks) letting in late noon sunlight.

[color=#33cc33]"Now, I'm sure that you've noticed - our defense system is a highly powerful and intensive system. The main motherboard server for the system is located i- LOCATION REDACTED."[/color] The skeletal synth said, brushing aside some noble suited bankers. [color=#33cc33]"Now, our main defense system consists of the robotics system. We have twenty-three laser turrets, fourty turrets, ten flamethrowers, and five plasma lines along our walls, sir. The main walk-along defense system consists of our fourty-two protectrons, mult- DEFENSE REDACTED."[/color]

The skeletal synth would continue walking down the hall, leading the way as he scuffed a heavy and dusty black line across the red carpet leading to the main vault. Behind him, a disgruntled Mister Handy unit was scrubbing away his scuff marks and muttering angrily to himself about the "pretentious glorified service robot." The main hall leading to the vault was massive, marble pillars keeping the whole place up, mid-noon sunlight streaming through the windows - and a number of smaller vaults lined each side, a camera and bullet turret hanging high above each. On the left and right, about twenty small circular iron vault doors led up to one massive vault door, that could easily fit the likes of a small super mutant behemoth - engraved on the door were the golden numbers, "72." The vault door seemed to be controlled manually - on the right, high above and through a wide window, Par Rapids would notice a silhouette operating a system.

[color=#33cc33]"I'm sure you've noticed by now, sir, but our main vault door is a retrieved vault door from an abandoned vault located a short whiles away in the Everglade Wasteland."[/color] He'd note. [color=#33cc33]"It's manually operated and requires a forty digit passcode, two different thumbprints, and a voice phrase to open. Do you have any questions, sir?"[/color]