[right][h2][color=#447AB9][b]Benning “Code Blue” Honor[/b][/color][/h2][/right]
[right][b] Location:[/b] Interstate 5, Oregon[/right]
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	Benning had seen trees and the like before. Granted, it had been a couple centuries since he had last seen them, but even as they mutated to grow large and bioluminescent, it was a healthy sign for life. The fallout from the Great War had a completely different effect here, and Benning was all for it. If it wasn’t for the fact they were headed into less and less familiar territory, even for the NCR, he would have called it peaceful. A place where no harm could be done. IT was very photogenic. A straight highway of broken-down vehicles and eroded concrete surrounded lush vegetation. Had the road turned to the west just a bit more, at this time of day, their rag tag group’s silhouette could make for a phenomenal promotional poster.

	Benning liked the group they had going. It was different, and he liked that. Compared to the dime a dozen NCR soldiers he treated; this was a nice change of pace. After spending years staring at the same transport vessel wall slowly watching it rust any time anything new took place, it was a thrilling experience. He was satisfied working with the NCR, but he had his fair share of complaints. Of course, being a robot made it hard to bring these feeling across. If he wanted to practice medicine, the NCR was the only way. His unwanted other half made it hard for him to find employment in more private hospitals which in this day and age were few and far in-between. This chance to explore the wilderness and still be of use to those around him was the change he needed this time around. No longer in the desert, it was easier keeping the sand out of his joints.

	It was oddly reassuring to be with a couple super mutants and an engineer. Their presence alone would hopefully have enough intimidation to stop the lesser thugs from accosting them. Even though they had more than a few odd looks from the various settlers along their route. Benning really couldn't blame them since super mutants not killing anything that breaths were very rare. For the most part, communication in Klamath was easy. Supplied up with various drugs and stimpaks, Benning was prepared. Enough medicine between him and Ahab plus enough fire power between everyone else, this trip was looking like it would go without a hitch. But this is the wasteland. As beautiful as it is at the moment, anything can happen, so it’s best to be prepared.

	Once they made it to a former rest area, they had set up a camp. With so few buildings, it wasn’t much better than sitting out in the middle of the woods with only a camp fire and those on their bedrolls. For a bit there, Benning had decided to remain active with Darya. He was good to go for several more days before he would need to rest of any sort. Besides, when the night fell, the glow of the leaves gave everything a supernatural effect. Just bright enough to distinguish, but dark enough that the shade of the spaces between the trunks left them alone in an otherwise black abyss.

	Something grabbed his attention as one of his eye stalks turned to face movement coming through the trees. He focused barely making out the outline of some large beast quickly darting back and forth. Then another one. Dozens if not more of the creatures were hastily surrounding them. He turned back towards the camp when Darya called out. It was as he feared. It looks like they would be a pack of wolves next meal. It was at times like this where Benning felt a need to initiate combat, but he simply could not. NO matter. He harkened back toward the days of Anchorage. He trusted the skill of those traveling with them. Preparing a stimpak syringe, Benning was ready. Battle was not without harm and this way he lean it towards his colleagues.