The Radiation Roost, a bar taking up the largest building in town with four floors and a lot of space it has played house to every event possible. Currently the wastelands favorite radio personality Three Dog was using the fourth floor and some scavenged equipment to run his radio show. As he turned on his mike and shuffled around a few notes he prepared for his new segment.
Down below in the bar all the radio's were quickly tuned in to Galaxy News Radio as Three Dog was due to give another report any moment. Most of the bar went pretty quiet as the volume was turned up, the news was on and they'd find out more about the raids on Enclave. When a voice that could never been forgotten cut in the song having ended. "Because one dog ain't enough, and two is too low, it's me, Three Dog! How you kids handling post-apocalyptia today? Got some interesting news from up North today, seems our Defender of the Wastes hit the Enclave yet again. This Vault kid took out six Brahmin load down with Enclave supplies, the soldier escort abandoned the supplies, after all that he then gave all the supplies to a New Charlotte caravan asking that they give out to those in need."
Three Dog laughed then paused a few moments people looking between each other, as a man in armored vault 35 jumpsuit slipped into the bar taking a seat by the radio he set his bag down as Three Dog continued. "So children here's the real question, just who the fuck is this guy? I mean he rides in guns down the Enclave and vanishes, hell at least the Lone Wanderer would stop by to fix my toaster now and again. Anyway moving on to the South..." Three Dog's voice fell into the background as people turned back to the there conversations or drinks.
Most failed to take notice of the assault rifle totting man in the vault jumpsuit, the bartender even smiled. He knew the guy, rolled into town every couple weeks to trade alcohol for ammo and caps. As Davis, the bartender cleaned a glass he walked over and spoke softly the commotion of the bar hiding most of there speech. "You were on the radio again Jack, you ever gonna go upstairs and give Three Dog an interview?" He chuckled passing him a Nuka cola from the fridge. "On the house for sticking it to those bastards."
Jack smirked and popped the cap on the edge of the counter taking a long drink, ignoring the radiation it was cold and sweet he'd take some Rad-away later. "I'll do an interview when some one sits down and explains to who that Lone Wanderer character is and why I'm like him."
Davis chuckled at vault born man. "You really don't know? He was a unicorn that fixed toasters as he traveled around the waste land on the back of his talking death claw."
Jack burst out with laughter, it had been weeks since he'd relaxed back at base. "Davis you best be shitting me, because if the wasteland some how produced that I'm finding another vault to crawl into."
Davis smiled as he got himself out a Nuka Cola. "To you, Jack Cobalt defender of the Wastes."
Jack raised his drink in toast as well. "To this damn wasteland and it's monsters, human or otherwise." He said as they both knocked back there cola's.
Three Dogs news report finished with the slogan. "Don't feed the yao guai, that is all." Davis went back to fetching drinks for the crowds as Jack went over and took a seat at a table, he got out his laser rifle and began to tinker as the colonel Bogey march played
Jack whistled along. Three Dog having collected new music since his departure from D.C. a few wastelanders watched as he worked on his laser rifle happy whistling.
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