Vault 76 overseer/Dialogue

==76CharGenQuest==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	You come from every walk of life, every race, color, and creed. 	
 	 	 	When you hear this, it means I've been gone for several hours. 	
 	 	 	I've got... my own mission. Out there in Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	Just know that Vault-Tec is proud of you. *I* am proud of you. 	
 	 	 	Such a huge responsibility. 	almost to self, thinking about the enormity of the task
 	 	 	You have been tasked with nothing less than the rebuilding of America. 	
 	 	 	But it's time to get up and get out there. We've been locked away long enough. 	
 	 	 	I hope you all enjoyed the party last night. Even those who may have... overindulged. And overslept.	sly joke, but still speaking with authority
 	 	 	Today... is Reclamation Day. 	momentous but solemn; it is a great day but the task ahead will be hard
 	 	 	Good morning, Vault 76. 	message over a PA system
 	 	 	But more importantly... you'll always be my family. 	
 	 	 	You are this country's best and brightest. 	
 	 	 	But you all share one very important trait. 	
 	 	 	It may be time to leave, but I'll never forget the day you all entered Vault 76. 	
 	 	 	This is the Overseer. Signing off. 	
 	 	 	This is the Overseer. 	
==HolotapeQuest_Overseer==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Overseer's... let's call these personal journals. Not an official log. Just... something for me. 	
 	 	 	Well, since I'm doing this whole trip down memory lane, maybe a walk over to the old high school is in order... 	
 	 	 	Hi mom. Hi dad. I'm home. I'm sorry it's been so long. I... I couldn't get away. 	to self, returning to your family home long after parents are dead
 	 	 	I know neither of you is around to hear this. But I miss you. I miss watching dad grade papers on the living room table. I miss the three of us huddled around the radio, listening to "The Silver Shroud." 	
 	 	 	Dad, you were right about what living underground would really be like. Twenty-five years locked in with the same people was a... challenge. 	somber joke
 	 	 	But watching them pair up, get married, have children... I think I got to know a little bit of what you and mom were always telling me. 	
 	 	 	The Agricultural Center. One of my first posts with Vault-Tec. I was so excited because I used to come to this same farm when I was a kid. 	personal journal
 	 	 	I remember one year... at the Autumn Festival. Me running through the corn maze. Going every which way. Mom and dad yelling after me to slow down. Ha! Wasn't going to happen. 	
 	 	 	I guess I was always hitting life fast. Couldn't just be a Pioneer Scout, I had to make troupe leader. Couldn't just be a good student, I had to have straight A's. 	
 	 	 	God, I miss those early days. Just... being a kid. The three of us. Our simple life. Our simple house. I wonder if it's still standing... 	
 	 	 	When the career fair came, and I met the people from Vault-Tec, it was like a light turned on. Protecting families, protecting their future, protecting... America. 	
 	 	 	The first thing I did when I got the acceptance letter to Vault-Tec University was head over to mom's grave with dad. He was happy that I was staying in West Virginia. So was I. 	
 	 	 	I was in my junior year when I got the news that mom died. Mining accident. Everyone in West Virginia has a story like that in the family. You just... you never think it's going to be you. 	
 	 	 	Dad was in pieces. I started living in the library more than before, and I was already there most days to begin with. 	
 	 	 	And Evan... god... Evan. Mom had introduced us just a few months before. Graduated a year ahead of me, went right to work in the mines. So handsome. And those arms. What West Virginia girl could resist all that? 	
 	 	 	I can't believe he stuck with me. After the funeral, I didn't want anyone around, but there he was. Showing up in the library after his shift with a lunchbox for us to share. Every day. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's personal journal. 	
 	 	 	Evan chose that moment to propose, that lughead. He knew I wouldn't say no after hearing the news. He knew me better than anyone... 	
 	 	 	Dad died a few months after Evan and I moved in together. He really wanted to walk me down the aisle. Well, I didn't really get to walk down there, either, so... *cough as tears well up, then sigh* 	
 	 	 	I think it's time I went home. I owe Evan that much. 	
 	 	 	Four years of living, learning, and breathing Vault-Tec. Graduating with honors in the Overseer track. Dad was so proud. He came out even though he was already so sick. 	
 	 	 	I must have impressed the right people, because I was offered the next available Overseer slot. I had just graduated! It was supposed to take years. Maybe they knew the War was inevitable. 	
 	 	 	When I learned that 76 was going to be built, I was so excited I jumped right out of my chair and did a little dance around the living room. Appalachia would be safe, no matter what happened. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's personal journal. 	
 	 	 	Yes, experimenting on Vault residents was ethically wrong, but the goal of finding the most suitable people to repopulate, to understand humanity pushed to the extremes, what if that was the only way for us to survive? 	
 	 	 	We can't save everyone. That's what they always told us. And I thought... I still think... they were right. 	
 	 	 	Vault-Tec found out that I knew. I thought I was going to be fired, or arrested, but instead they confided in me. Vault 76 was going to be a control Vault. No experiment. 	
 	 	 	Vault 76 was built to take the best and brightest, but... that wasn't what all the Vaults were for. 	confessional
 	 	 	The Societal Preservation Program. I wasn't supposed to know about it, but when I found out... 	
 	 	 	Evan wanted me to tell the press, but... I didn't. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's personal journal. 	
 	 	 	I found him. Evan. He's down there, just like I thought he'd be. But I... I didn't think he'd be... one of those things. The green lesions on his face... 	ramp up to crying
 	 	 	Oh god... I did this to him. It's all my fault. 	crying
 	 	 	They told me I could have Vault 76, but not... not if I was married. They would've had to give Evan a spousal exemption and give him space in the Vault. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's... Overseer's personal journal... 	distraught, close to tears
 	 	 	I was so relieved, but... they told me I was going to be assigned to Vault 101, in Washington DC. I had to leave West Virginia... my people... behind. 	
 	 	 	I couldn't let them do that. No matter what it took. 	
 	 	 	I'm so sorry, Evan. I wish I could say I would've made another choice. That I would've picked dying in this house together when the bombs fell. 	
 	 	 	I never stopped thinking about you, and I'm not giving up until I find out what happened. If you're not here, then there's only one other place you'd want to be. The mines. 	
 	 	 	I know what I have to do, but I... I just can't. I love him. I already killed him once, I can't do it again. 	
 	 	 	Please, I gave 76 everything. You were all so brilliant. The first few years were hard, but we learned to trust each other. You learned to trust me. I was young... So young... Younger than most of you. But you accepted me as your Overseer.	
 	 	 	So I need you to do this for me. Let Evan rest. He didn't deserve any of this. 	
 	 	 	The Scorched. Eliminating this plague. It's not just about survival now. It's personal. We have to secure the nukes. Wipe this disease off the map. 	
 	 	 	But... there was someone more qualified. A civil engineer, someone with the skills to help rebuild. He was a distant cousin of a Vault-Tec executive and almost made the cut... 	
 	 	 	76 was for the best and brightest, and Evan didn't qualify. Deep down, I knew they were right. 	
 	 	 	So I broke off the engagement. I... sacrificed him. For the Vault. For Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	You see this? The cooking station, the stash box, the workbenches. All built with the C.A.M.P. 	holotape recording
 	 	 	You need a home base out there. The Construction and Assembly Mobile Platform is designed to give you one. Just add resources, planning, and a little elbow grease. 	
 	 	 	When you move your C.A.M.P., everything you've built is stored, ready to be placed back down in the new area. Use this to establish a foothold whenever you're in unfamiliar territory. 	
 	 	 	If it's still standing, the town of Flatwoods is further down this road. Find me there. 	
 	 	 	This is Overseer. Signing off. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log. South of Vault 76. 	
 	 	 	I've left my C.A.M.P. behind so you can use it. 	
 	 	 	I know I'm breaking my own advice by not taking it with me, but after seeing Appalachia for myself, I need to make sure every resident of 76 has a safe haven they can start from. I'll make do without it. 	
 	 	 	I knew this wasn't going to be the Appalachia I remembered, but... mutated animals, haywire bots, and no people so far... 	holotape recording
 	 	 	We have to be ready to rebuild in - what I can confirm - is hostile territory. Fortunately, Vault-Tec was prepared. 	
 	 	 	I used to love coming here on weekends. Taking flight lessons. Now it feels like I walked into a nightmare. 	looking at the now ruined airfield and signs of a large battle
 	 	 	I had a directive from Vault-Tec: secure the region's three nuclear missile silos. I... WE... had to make sure they didn't fall into the wrong hands. 	players have used the nukes to attack each other
 	 	 	I knew I couldn't do it alone, so I asked you -- my Vault 76 family -- for help. And what did you do? 	
 	 	 	My God... Why? How could you do this? We were supposed to take control of the nukes. Not engage in an Appalachian arms race! 	
 	 	 	Please, stop this madness. The cycle of destruction has to stop. 	
 	 	 	I... I haven't lost faith in you. I know you are GOOD people, and will do the right thing. If anything I've... lost my faith in Vault-Tec. 	
 	 	 	They gave me a mission I could never accomplish on my own. They must have known I'd need your help. 	
 	 	 	Did they also know what you'd do? It's just so hard not to feel... manipulated. 	
 	 	 	But first thing's first. We can't let the disease spread to us. Looks like the Responders were developing some kind of inoculation. 	
 	 	 	I'm going to pick up their work. You should too. This is the Overseer. Signing off. 	
 	 	 	But I'm glad you did. Truth is, I need your help. I've been given a task, and... I've decided to break protocol and tell you what it is. 	
 	 	 	Because If there's one thing I've learned in these past few years, it's that we need to rely on each other. 	
 	 	 	I know it's even worse than we imagined. But someone's got to know where the missile silos are and how to secure them. 	
 	 	 	The Responders are the best lead we have. 	
 	 	 	This is the Overseer. Signing off. 	
 	 	 	My God... there's no one here. The old tavern, the church. People were using them for shelter, but... they're gone. 	
 	 	 	Mutations we expected, but there's something else... a disease. I was attacked by... well, it used to be a person. 	
 	 	 	But it had these green, glowing lesions. And its voice... Angry, tortured. "We are one." One what? 	
 	 	 	Whatever happened here is beyond anything we expected. And we expected a lot. 	
 	 	 	But it's been twenty-five years. I just don't know what we're going to find out there. Or where to start... 	
 	 	 	My directive was to go to the nearest population center and assess the situation. I'll set up a C.A.M.P. on the way once I get my bearings. Find me there. 	
 	 	 	I wondered what could possibly cause all this, and then I got my answer. It swooped down from the sky. Screeching. Breathing. INFECTING everything. 	
 	 	 	I don't know how to fight this. But we need to consider all of our options. Even the nukes. 	
 	 	 	We find the source of this Scorched plague and wipe it from the map before it can leave Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	Those "Scorched" things are everywhere. I kept quiet... they didn't see me... I managed to observe them for a bit. 	
 	 	 	Whatever this disease is, it seems to completely take over its host. 	
 	 	 	The ones that used to be human, eventually they... go rigid. Like some kind of stasis. 	
 	 	 	And if they stay like that too long, they sort of... burn up. From the inside out. Vesuvius in reverse. 	
 	 	 	If only they had survived. What I wouldn't give to have a few of America's finest watching my back right now. 	
 	 	 	As it is, I'll have to find out how they were planning to combat the Scorched on my own. Once I can figure out a way through these doors... 	
 	 	 	A mental asylum as a last stand against the Scorched. Brave, crazy, and crazy-brave, the Army way... 	
 	 	 	At least, I'm pretty sure the Brotherhood had former US Army members judging by the security systems. 	
 	 	 	Dealing with these terminal systems like it's just a normal day in America is... somewhere between disturbingly comforting and completely insane. 	
 	 	 	But there's a lot of secrets in this old capitol that we'll need to find. 	
 	 	 	If automation still rules West Virginia, then Charleston is the heart of the machine. 	
 	 	 	Bureaucracy still pumping away, without any people to serve. There's a lesson there somewhere. 	
 	 	 	I wonder, now that I'm in the Army, is my official title "Overseer Private" or "Private Overseer"? *laughs* 	
 	 	 	Time to see if I can fool a few automated identification systems. 	
 	 	 	*phew* Maybe I'm going crazy, but it was nice to put on the uniform and play pretend with a bunch of robot drill sergeants. 	a little out of breathe; just ran around a bit for the boot camp
 	 	 	I actually think I learned a thing or two about marksmanship. 	
 	 	 	No stimpaks left. Funny joke in here about... practicing what you preach... This is... this is... the Overseer. Signing off. Hopefully not for the last time... 	
 	 	 	*labored breathing* Ooohhhh... Not good, not good, not good. 	wounded from a fight, trying to focus through pain
 	 	 	Just-just trying not... Trying to focus. But the pain is unreal. So bad... Want to do this now while I can... I'm... I'm afraid I might... pass out. 	
 	 	 	The "mayor" of Grafton used to be the automated assistant, and it's gone completely mad. Still trying to run the town. Even holds elections for itself. 	
 	 	 	We built these machines to do things without us... and they have. It might be useful if I played along. 	
 	 	 	My hope, my fear, is that some other group of survivors tried to figure this out as well. We just have to keep looking. 	
 	 	 	The security systems are still operational, just like at site Alpha. My guess is that site Charlie will be the same story, but I need to be sure. 	
 	 	 	Still have no idea how I'm going to get the military credentials to gain access. 	
 	 	 	If they're following military logic, then they'll have a fortified headquarters somewhere. And a leader. Someone who knew what they were planning. 	
 	 	 	Just who was this Brotherhood of Steel? Survivalists? Former Army personnel? They took their training and their call signs seriously, that's for certain. 	
 	 	 	Organized, efficient, access to hardware. You'd think they'd be ruling West Virginia by now, but they're gone. 	
 	 	 	Sounds like they let go of their paranoia long enough to seek out help from the other survivors. 	
 	 	 	Just have to hack this terminal. See what they left behind in there, and what they wanted to do. 	
 	 	 	Sam Blackwell and Raleigh Clay. Those damn traitors and their secessionists turned their backs on America to form their "Free States." 	
 	 	 	Concrete bunkers. You'd never get that past a Vault-Tec Radiation Proofing inspection, that's for sure. 	
 	 	 	All the good people I've learned about who've died, and it's the sociopath who still gets to live... 	
 	 	 	There's someone in control of this old ski resort, and if I ever find her, I'm going wash her mouth out with the first thing vaguely resembling soap I can get my hands on. *exasperated grunt of disgust* 	fast, exasperated
 	 	 	Selfish. That's the word. Maybe that's why she's alone. Maybe that's why she's survived. But the only way she'll tell me what she knows is if I help her first. 	
 	 	 	It takes a certain calling to voluntarily run into the middle of a fire. Rescue people. Looks like they kept up that spirit even as the dangers changed. 	
 	 	 	They must have fought the Scorched up close more than anyone. I need to find out what they knew. 	
 	 	 	Automation used to define life in West Virginia, now it's the only thing left. 	
 	 	 	These training programs that the Responders have set up; how many survivors were running through these? 	
 	 	 	Was attacked... Some kind of... I think it was wearing a gas mask... a heavy coat... But-but not human... Not human... 	wounded from a fight, trying to focus through pain
 	 	 	And what did they do? Close ranks. Get paranoid. Refuse to work with one another. 	
 	 	 	And it cost them all their lives. 	
 	 	 	People of Vault 76, if you're listening... DO NOT fall into the same trap. 	
 	 	 	You find each other. You work with each other. Only TOGETHER will you win. 	
 	 	 	This is your Overseer. And I'm begging you, please... 	
 	 	 	Save our country. 	
 	 	 	The more I travel this godforsaken "Wasteland," the more I realize what truly destroyed West Virginia. 	
 	 	 	And what destroyed any chance the survivors had of... actually surviving. Mistrust. 	
 	 	 	All these divergent groups... Responders, Brotherhood of Steel, whatever. 	
 	 	 	Separately, they had everything necessary to beat the odds. Brains, brawn, and bravado to spare. 	
 	 	 	*cough* Overseer's log... Somewhere in the mountains... 	wounded from a fight, trying to focus through pain
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Grafton. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's Log. Missile Silo Bravo. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Fort Defiance. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Camp McClintock. 	a little out of breathe; just ran around a bit for the boot camp
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Allegheny. 	pronunciation: AL AH GAIN-Y
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Camp Venture. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Charleston Capitol. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Free States Bunker. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Top of the World. 	the person you've met here is selfish and aggravating
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Charleston Fire Department. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Morgantown. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log. Town of Flatwoods. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's log, or should I say, direct communication. Because whoever is listening to this had the moxy to try to find out where I've gone. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's Log. Missile Silo Charlie. 	
 	 	 	I've now verified that all three missile silos still have fully operational security. 	
 	 	 	No way inside, yet, but I'll scour all of Appalachia if I have to. 	
 	 	 	Overseer's Log. Missile Silo Alpha. 	
 	 	 	If we can't secure these sites... My god... the automated factory in the silo... Just how many nukes can it make? 	
 	 	 	No one's here. Not even any military survivors. That might be for the best. I don't think Vault-Tec asserting jurisdiction over the nukes would've gone over well. 	
 	 	 	But, that also means I'm locked out. Access is restricted to the highest ranking officers. It's not going to be easy to fool. 	
 	 	 	Before they were wiped out, the survivors called themselves the Responders. Looks like they were made of firefighters, police, emergency medical staff. 	
 	 	 	They even have an automated system to teach people about treating water, food, survival. 	
 	 	 	I'm doing their tests, and you should too. 	
 	 	 	There were three active nuclear silos in Appalachia before the bombs fell. They blew up the world before. We can't let it happen again. 	
 	 	 	So we've got to locate and secure all of the silos, or die trying. Hopefully the former. Hmph. 	
==W05_DialogueOverseer==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Something on your mind? 	
 	 	 	It's so good to see everyone again. 	
 	 	 	You need to talk? I have time. 	
 	 	 	Vault 76 is a family. We'll get through this together. 	
 	 	 	We'll rebuild this country brick-by-brick if we have to. 	
 	 	 	Overseer: So, it's done. A Vault full of gold. You can't really ask for a better symbol of prosperity, can you? 	Mild surprise, impressed.
 	 	 	I know you have questions. And we'll get to them. I have an important mission. 	
 	 	 	You're back. You're still not ready for the mission. 	
 	 	 	Pretty hypocritical for me, of all people, to take off on my own, huh? *chuckles then sighs* 	
 	 	 	At first, I was just racing ahead. Hoping that if there was any trouble, I'd hit it first. 	
 	 	 	And then, there were the nukes. The Scorched Plague. Seeing my old neighborhood bombed to pieces. I... needed time. 	listing all the terrible things you saw
 	 	 	I grew up here. My parents used to live just down the hill. If there's one neighborhood I'm rebuilding first, it's this one. 	
 	 	 	Everything on those holotapes is the truth. They... I... believed that sacrifices were necessary for our survival. 	
 	 	 	The real question is: how do you live with yourself, knowing that's what you've done? 	
 	 	 	Honestly? You worry and hope and bargain and wish it's not true, then one day you wake up, and it just doesn't bother you anymore. 	
 	 	 	You've blinded yourself. So you can keep going. 	
 	 	 	No. I don't get to let go of this that easily. I... abandoned him. 	in reference to Evan
 	 	 	Securing the nukes was a goal, yes, but for me our primary mission is and will always be rebuilding this country. 	
 	 	 	It's not just about Vault-Tec's plans anymore. It's about what we need. What we want. We'll thrive here in Appalachia, in our own way. 	
 	 	 	I was doing what I could, while also trying to keep nuclear weapons out of the wrong hands. Remember? 	
 	 	 	You might not like my decision, but the fact that you found all the tapes, and you're not dead, means they worked. 	
 	 	 	I'm here now, okay? I never turned my back on you, on any of you. That's the truth. 	
 	 	 	I... you're welcome. I'm just glad I can be here in person now. 	
 	 	 	They certainly thought so. Seeing the results for myself? I'm not so sure. 	
 	 	 	I believe in Vault 76. I still do. That's why I know we'll get past this. I can't undo the nukes being used, but we can build a better future together. 	
 	 	 	I know. You did what you were asked. And so did I. But now we need to think for ourselves more. Build the America, and the Appalachia, we want. 	
 	 	 	Well, remember, it's not a scavenger hunt. I put them in place to help you on your way, even when I can't be there personally. 	
 	 	 	Let me see. Oh, look at that. Yeah, I think that's everything. 	
 	 	 	It's been a long journey hasn't it? For both of us. Appalachia has changed. We've changed. 	
 	 	 	That's just it. I don't know. I thought they had let me into their plans. That we were... special. 	
 	 	 	But now I'm wondering if we were all just one big experiment to them. Just like everyone else. 	
 	 	 	And what happens once there's more nukes landing on Appalachia than she can take? 	
 	 	 	I... *long pause, holding back tears*. Thank you... 	in reference to Evan, the Overseer's fiance, who had turned into a Scorched
 	 	 	I hope they helped. 	
 	 	 	All right. Go ahead. 	
 	 	 	Let's hear them. 	neutral, matter of fact
 	 	 	Sometimes, I honestly thought they'd be the last things I'd get to say to everyone. 	
 	 	 	Yes... it did. But we have to look to our future. America is our mission now. 	regretful
 	 	 	Abandoned you? Do you have ANY idea how hard it was to walk out that Vault door on my own? Knowing I might not see any of you ever again? 	defensive; deep down, you fear the player is right
 	 	 	Breaking Vault-Tec protocol to leave behind my C.A.M.P.? The holotapes? The care packages? All with the vague hope that they might keep you all safe? 	
 	 	 	I've never stopped being your Overseer. Never. 	
 	 	 	Me too. 	
 	 	 	I don't know. But we'd be fools if we didn't think it was a possibility they considered. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* I'm done worrying about the Societal Preservation Program. The right and wrong of it. Whether we're just following their plans or not. 	
 	 	 	That's why I'm not going anywhere. And I hope you won't either. 	Optimistic
 	 	 	With residents like you to boss around, why would I ever stop? 	Taken aback
 	 	 	If there's one thing I wish I could get through to you, it's this: you don't have to like me. I'm still your Overseer. 	
 	 	 	Whenever you need me. I'll be right here. 	
 	 	 	If we're lucky, one day people will look back and say that the rebirth of America began right here. 	
 	 	 	I'll be around if you need me. My door's always open for you. 	
 	 	 	All right. Sorry for prying. Old Overseer habit. 	
 	 	 	Fair enough. I have a feeling we'll be dealing with the Raiders for a long time to come. 	
 	 	 	But that was probably going to be true whether or not they got any gold. 	
 	 	 	Yes. Exactly. Rebuilding America is about more than just industry. You have to have a stake in the outcome. And you've given them one. 	
 	 	 	What? No. I wasn't questioning your judgement. Just... worrying out loud. 	
 	 	 	I just hope they remember which one of those you are. Their respect seems to be... fickle. 	
 	 	 	But you know them better than I do. I trust your judgement. 	
 	 	 	As long as they don't forget that their strength comes from our help. They seem to have short memories. 	
 	 	 	Well, I may not trust them, but I trust you. You had to make a decision. 	
 	 	 	All right. You don't need to stand there while I talk about how I think you did a good job. But... you did a good job. 	
 	 	 	Well, they have a common person to gripe about now: you. But they also know you'll treat them equally and can solve their problems. 	
 	 	 	*chuckle* Welcome to the thankless world of leadership. 	
 	 	 	That means a lot, coming from the person who did so much of the work. We owe you a lot. 	Proud
 	 	 	Well, I'm sure you've got other more important things to do than listen to me preach about my mission as Overseer. 	
 	 	 	Come and visit anytime if you need me. I'll be here, keeping an eye on Appalachia as best I can. 	
 	 	 	So, with the mystery of Vault 79 solved and the gold recovered, maybe it's time to start thinking about what kind of future we all want to make 	Optimistic
 	 	 	Listen. I'm not mad. Well, maybe just not as mad as you might think. 	Resigned
 	 	 	I asked a lot of you, and you delivered on what counts. That's the important thing. 	
 	 	 	We answer to each other, got it? I've taken my share of criticism as Overseer. Believe me. 	
 	 	 	Your actions affect more than just you. We needed the newcomers to see that gold as their future. Now they'll have doubts. 	
 	 	 	I just hope you're prepared for the work ahead. You WILL be making this up to them. Somehow. 	
 	 	 	Appalachia isn't just ours anymore. Like it or not, more people are here. They're not going away just because we give them dirty looks. 	
 	 	 	The point of that gold was to get more people invested in it. Remember? A gold-backed currency needs to be our goal. 	
 	 	 	I just hope you haven't soured everyone to the idea that we're the right stewards for it. 	
 	 	 	If we're talking about who deserves the bulk of the credit. It's you. No question. 	A challenge, even a reprimand
 	 	 	But that gold's value comes from being in more people's hands than just yours. That was the idea remember? Get people invested in the idea of a gold-backed currency.	A warning
 	 	 	Look, economies are built on trust. Law and order is built on trust. In the long run, you're going to have to make this up to them. Somehow. 	
 	 	 	I hope the newcomers take advantage of the example you've tried to show them. We all need to work together if Appalachia is going to survive 	
 	 	 	I see a lot of promise in that settlement, those people. I think you did the right thing. 	
 	 	 	It won't be an easy alliance, but we'll have plenty of time to deal with it in the future. 	
 	 	 	Is it true? You really kept every single gold bar for yourself? Hoarding victory, upsetting our new allies. What were you thinking? 	A challenge, you don't agree with this decision
 	 	 	Splitting the gold between Foundation and the Crater... I have to say I'm impressed. It's not easy to be fair. To reach out to all sides. 	Admiration
 	 	 	I hope the Raiders appreciate that gold you gave them. To be honest, I'm worried about their reliability. You think you can handle them? 	Disapproving
 	 	 	I'm curious. Why choose Foundation to share the gold with? I have my thoughts, but I want to hear yours. 	Curious, but not judging in any way, in fact you approve
 	 	 	I'll admit, in the end, they helped us out, after all. I'm sure this wasn't exactly what they had in mind, but... who knows? 	
 	 	 	One of these days, I'm going to drill that cynicism out of your head. But fine. Moan and groan all you want. You've earned that right. 	
 	 	 	I guess I'll just hold on to hope for the both of us. 	
 	 	 	Shouldn't I be the one saying that? You made contact with the new comers. You assembled a team. You got into that Vault. 	
 	 	 	All I did was give you a firm shove out the door. It's what Overseers do, I guess. 	
 	 	 	There's still a lot of work ahead, but I think you've more than earned a break. 	
 	 	 	Plenty of legwork I need to do before we're ready for the next phase of our plan. But Vault 79 is ours now. Thanks to you. 	
 	 	 	Now I think it's time we talked about what happened in there. I've heard you made some tough calls. 	
 	 	 	See Davenport for details. 	
 	 	 	I need something else. 	
 	 	 	Thanks. 	
 	 	 	Here you go. 	
 	 	 	Take this. 	
 	 	 	You came through again. 	
 	 	 	I'm going to need your help. 	
 	 	 	Great job. 	
 	 	 	I hate to ask it, but there's a job I need you to do. 	
 	 	 	It's always something in Appalachia. Please, if you could help me out with something I'd appreciate it. 	
 	 	 	Davenport picked something up on his sensors. If we don't deal with it, it's going to be a problem. 	
 	 	 	I know I ask a lot of you, but there's another problem and I can't think of anyone better suited to deal with it. 	
 	 	 	You can find all the details on the terminal. 	
 	 	 	I wrote everything down for you. Here. 	
 	 	 	This note should have all the details you need. Thanks. 	
 	 	 	Just follow up with Davenport. He can tell you everything you need. 	
 	 	 	You came through. Again. Thank you. 	
 	 	 	Sometimes I wonder if they should've made you the Overseer. Thank you. 	
 	 	 	Another job done by my favorite Vault resident. 	
 	 	 	I really don't know how you do it. Thank you. 	
 	 	 	You just what? Seriously? What were you doing in Vault 76 all these months? 	
 	 	 	*deep breath* All right, everyone was supposed to leave at Reclamation Day. My advice -- start pulling your weight and catch up. 	
 	 	 	And maybe invest in an alarm clock. 	
 	 	 	Anything. Everything. Keep your eyes peeled for opportunities. 	
 	 	 	But word of warning: stay clear of the Space Station. A group of Raiders have claimed it, it's called Crater now. 	
 	 	 	They may not shoot you on sight, but they don't like intruders. 	
 	 	 	Before the Bombs, everyone in Appalachia pushed their automation to the limit. Beyond the limit, really. 	
 	 	 	The Grafton Mayor is no exception. As crazy as that old console may seem, his job can point you to many useful locations for you to know. 	
 	 	 	I'm working on understanding Dr. Hudson's research better, and I hope some day soon a simple inoculation can be developed. 	
 	 	 	But I'm not there yet. Her lab, however, can synthesize a specific vaccine for you. If it hasn't broken down again. 	
 	 	 	I wish the Responders had survived. They sound like courageous people. Sadly, all wiped out. 	
 	 	 	But they automated some of their basic survival training. Just go to the Church in Flatwoods and their programs will take it from there. 	
 	 	 	Stay careful out there. Together, we've made Appalachia safer. But she still has fangs. 	
 	 	 	Is there anything else you want to talk about? 	
 	 	 	You need to get better gear, and sadly, better real world training than we provided in the Vault. 	
 	 	 	Go to Flatwoods. The Responders had a Volunteer program that I know I found helpful. 	
 	 	 	Before you do anything you need to get inoculated against the Scorched disease. You've seen what it does to people. 	
 	 	 	Doctor Hudson was working on a cure. Her research lab was in the Morgantown Airport. That should get you started. 	
 	 	 	I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd recommend talking with the "mayor" of Grafton. 	
 	 	 	There are a lot of opportunities for gear and salvage to be found in the Toxic Valley. And the Mayor will send you to some prime spots. 	
 	 	 	Listen, I can tell you've learned the basics - but the Savage Divide and Ash Heap... they're murder. 	
 	 	 	Explore and search for opportunities to learn and gear up in the Forest and Toxic Valley. 	
 	 	 	But... you're just not ready. It's just too dangerous. I can't in good conscience send you on it. 	
 	 	 	Glad that's over with. 	Combat just ended, and your side won. You feel relieved and ready to get back to work.
 	 	 	Whew! Let's get back to work. 	Combat just ended, and your side won. You feel relieved and ready to get back to work.
 	 	 	I'm not used to this much excitement. 	Combat just ended, and your side won. You feel relieved and ready to get back to work.
 	 	 	Guess we'll live to fight another day. 	Combat just ended, and your side won. You feel relieved and ready to get back to work.
 	 	 	Not bad. Not bad at all. 	Combat just ended, and your side won. You feel relieved and ready to get back to work.
 	 	 	Augh! 	You were hit by an enemy attack, crying out in pain.
 	 	 	Ouch! Damnit! 	You were hit by an enemy attack, crying out in pain.
 	 	 	Arrgh! 	You were hit by an enemy attack, crying out in pain.
 	 	 	Oof! 	You were hit by an enemy attack, crying out in pain.
 	 	 	Ow! Get off me! 	You were hit by an enemy attack, crying out in pain.
 	 	 	Need some help here. 	You're wounded and calling for help.
 	 	 	I'm down! 	You're wounded and calling for help.
 	 	 	Damn! They got me. 	You're wounded and calling for help.
 	 	 	Bleeding out here. Someone help. 	You're wounded and calling for help.
 	 	 	Watch out! 	You spotted an enemy and go into combat with it
 	 	 	Look out! 	You spotted an enemy and go into combat with it
 	 	 	I really don't have time for this. 	You spotted an enemy and go into combat with it
 	 	 	Careful! 	You spotted an enemy and go into combat with it
 	 	 	Oh no you don't. 	You spotted an enemy and go into combat with it
 	 	 	If you're planning on working with this new group, I recommend getting to know their history in Appalachia first. 	
 	 	 	You can head over to Camp Venture, or Allegheny Asylum-excuse me "Fort Defiance"-to learn more. 	
 	 	 	Not much more than you, I suppose. We've both been through their hallowed grounds... Seen what's become of them. 	
 	 	 	Think that all you want. I know first-hand how easy it is to be manipulated by that kind of influence. 	Annoyed
 	 	 	I just hope you don't fall into the same trap that I did. 	Worried
 	 	 	Maybe it's unfair of me to make presumptions... I've never met the West Virginia group, let alone these new arrivals. 	Kind of feels bad
 	 	 	Just... please. Be careful not to let your guard down completely. No one can afford to these days. 	Determined
 	 	 	Oh, how opportunistic of you...I'm going to assume you don't really mean that. 	Annoyed with the player
 	 	 	I'd hate to think I associate with someone with such selfish goals. 	Passive aggressive
 	 	 	I've spent my life beholden to an organization's "virtuous" beliefs. It's nothing more than a way to control how people think. 	Concerned the player is not seeing clearly
 	 	 	I hope, that if you spend time with them, you won't allow yourself to be blinded by their ways. 	Concerned
 	 	 	Never stop seeing the world through your own eyes. 	Sincere
 	 	 	If there's anything I've learned in all this, it's that humans can and will abuse technology. 	Sincere
 	 	 	So, I agree with the Brotherhood's stance on collecting and containing technology... To a degree. 	speaking with caution
 	 	 	Our world has become wild, deadly. People need to be able to protect themselves-not out of some classic American principle, but out of survival. 	Sincere
 	 	 	If they plan to hoard away weaponry, they must offer protection in return. And I can't imagine they have the numbers, or possibly the will, to do so. 	Concerned
 	 	 	I'm with you on this. I agree with much of what they stand for. 	Please with the player
 	 	 	However, looking into their history shows their methodology can be a little... troubling. 	turning to concern
 	 	 	That's... deplorable. I know for a fact that you've been taught better than that. 	Upset with the player
 	 	 	For the good of the region, I implore you to not provoke the heavily armed military force at our doorstep. 	In disbelief a bit
 	 	 	Okay, what else did you want to talk about? 	
 	 	 	What did you want to know? 	
 	 	 	You're absolutely right, and it would be wrong to not honor that sacrifice. 	Kind of sorry
 	 	 	But fighting the Scorched was for their own survival as well, not just for the good of Appalachia. 	Sure of herself
 	 	 	It makes me wonder: what if they succeeded? What would Appalachia look like under their rule today? 	Genuinely curious
 	 	 	I tend to agree, but I'd like to offer a bit of caution. 	
 	 	 	They may present themselves as altruistic saviors, but actions will speak louder than words. 	Cares for the person she's saying this to
 	 	 	From my recollection, they were well-trained, and highly disciplined. The kind of group I thought Appalachia really needed. 	
 	 	 	But given time, and some more reading-- especially from people who dealt with them-- I'm not sure if I agree with their approaches. 	Growing concerned
 	 	 	Some people from that time saw them as taking what they wanted, when they wanted. Threatening compliance, or else. 	Concerned
 	 	 	I don't know if this new group follows those same principles, but the communities of Appalachia today wouldn't stand for it. 	Concerned
 	 	 	No, I haven't... But Davenport has been helping me keep a close eye on them since they arrived. 	Slight concern in her voice
 	 	 	And from what I hear, you've been pitching in... I take it you trust them? 	A little suspicious of the player
 	 	 	Sure. What about them? 	
==W05_MQ_102P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Appalachia isn't just ours anymore. We need people whose talents aren't covered in the Vault-Tec training manuals. 	
 	 	 	Look, talk to them both. See if they can help us. We can plan more once we know what all our options are. 	
 	 	 	Not my first pick, but it's hard to argue with your point. Do me a favor. Talk to them both. Get all the options on the table. 	
 	 	 	Do me a favor, talk to both of them. I doubt they'll work together, but we'll want all the options on the table. 	
 	 	 	I... doubt it. I think something must have gone wrong. The American government should have come to reclaim the gold. They should be here. 	
 	 	 	But there's no point worrying about all that. We need to get into that Vault ourselves, and more importantly, we need help to do it. 	
 	 	 	Fortunately, you just made contact with two large groups of people who both seem to have their own talents. 	
 	 	 	Our mission is to rebuild this country, remember? We were an economic powerhouse once. We could be that again. And it could start right here. In Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	We won't be able to do it alone. We need help. Even more importantly, we need people to buy in. See that gold as their future. 	
 	 	 	Fortunately, you just made contact with two large groups of people who both seem to have their own talents. 	
 	 	 	Just... listen. As closely as you can. 	
 	 	 	What has gold always been used for in human history? Money. 	
 	 	 	We could create our own currency. One with a legitimate authority backed by a real resource. No more barter or wild, unregulated proxies. 	
 	 	 	It won't happen overnight, but one day we could have leverage to create a new economy, property rights, taxes, laws, a government. 	
 	 	 	Hear me out. What has gold always been used for in human history? Money. 	
 	 	 	We could create our own currency. One with a legitimate authority backed by a real resource. No more barter or wild, unregulated proxies. 	
 	 	 	It won't happen overnight, but one day we could have leverage to create a new economy, property rights, taxes, laws, a government. 	
 	 	 	Exactly! No more barter or wild, unregulated proxies. 	
 	 	 	It won't happen overnight, but one day we could have leverage to create a new economy, property rights, taxes, laws, a government. 	
 	 	 	Not as much today, but that's just it. Put aside the base instinct of hoarding wealth, what could we do with a Vault full of precious metals? 	
 	 	 	Even getting into the Vault at all is going to be a challenge, let alone dealing with that buffet line of intrusion countermeasures. 	
 	 	 	But the reward... put aside the base instinct of hoarding wealth, what could we do with a Vault full of precious metals? 	
 	 	 	Here. This has to be it. Let's see what they left behind. 	you and the player enter a hidden meeting room
 	 	 	Afraid I don't have my old cap and gown to share with you. Hopefully what we'll find in the Restricted Wing will be even better. 	joking; the player just passed the final exam
 	 	 	Assuming there even IS a restricted section, and I am NOT verifying that, neither of you have Vault-Tec University credentials. 	
 	 	 	For once, the rumor mill gets it right. There IS a treasure in that Vault. All of America's gold reserves. 	just watched a presentation about Vault 79
 	 	 	America's gold reserves are in that Vault. 	just watched a presentation about Vault 79
 	 	 	I had my suspicions about it, but now we know for sure. Vault 79's purpose is to store gold. 	just watched a presentation about Vault 79
 	 	 	A Vault simulation, run by robots... Be prepared for anything. 	going through the Vaul simulation with the player
 	 	 	Just remember, the goal of all of these simulations is to keep the Vault running, and under your authority. 	going through the Vaul simulation with the player
 	 	 	We should keep moving. Sooner we're done, the better. 	going through the Vaul simulation with the player
 	 	 	Looks like it's back to Professor-Bot. 	finished the Vault simulation
 	 	 	I'll admit, this wasn't a terrible simulation. Some good lessons to learn, if your were paying attention. 	finished the Vault simulation
 	 	 	Let's see if that old bot will finally give us the access we need. 	finishing the Vault simulation
 	 	 	Keep an eye out. 	exploring the Restricted Wing
 	 	 	Who knows what Vault-Tec was hiding in the Restricted Wing. Be careful. 	exploring the Restricted Wing
 	 	 	Let's go. 	exploring the Restricted Wing
 	 	 	Quiet. Listen... 	listening to a presentation
 	 	 	This could be it. Pay attention. 	listening to a presentation
 	 	 	Talk to the newcomers. We'll need them if we're going to get into that Vault. 	told player to get the Raiders or Settlers to help
 	 	 	I'll meet you back in Sutton. 	told player to get the Raiders or Settlers to help
 	 	 	Can't believe this old bucket of bolts is still around. The senior class would kidnap him every year as a prank. 	talking to Professor-Bot when the player walks in
 	 	 	Like it or not, Professor-Bot might be our only way into the Restricted Wing. 	talking to Professor-Bot when the player walks in
 	 	 	I KNOW there's a restricted section of the university. You didn't think the students never noticed who comes and goes? 	arguing with Professor-Bot, the de facto dean of the university
 	 	 	Faculty and staff determine who goes where in this university, not former students. 	snide
 	 	 	He's laying it on a little thick, but good on you for showing some integrity. There's a better way. We'll find it. 	
 	 	 	When I did these tests, there were bonus points for enthusiasm. I think we can safely say you've earned them all. 	player is joking around play at being the Overseer
 	 	 	You don't seriously believe that's how an Overseer should talk, do you? God, is THAT what you think I sound like? 	player is joking around play at being the Overseer
 	 	 	Not really my place to say, Overseer. But taking either of them in could spell trouble. They each have a loyal team to call on. 	
 	 	 	Overseer, huh? We'll see. 	gruff
 	 	 	I'm at your service, Overseer. 	
 	 	 	We won't be able to do it alone. We need help. Even more importantly, we need people to buy in. See that gold as their future. 	player agrees to break into Vault 79
 	 	 	Fortunately, you just made contact with two large groups of people who both seem to have their own talents. 	
 	 	 	We can agree to disagree, but we're getting into that Vault. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* If you won't do this for your country, then do it because we don't have a choice. 	
 	 	 	People are going to try to get into that Vault. They'll die trying to get through the security. They'll die fighting over the gold even if they DO get through the security. 	
 	 	 	And if keeping all that from happening isn't enough for you, then I guarantee you there's other things in that Vault to plunder. Things we don't want in someone else's hands.	
 	 	 	The American government, built on the American dollar, GAVE you your freedom. Not only that, it gave you protection. Rights. 	
 	 	 	Of COURSE it's about control! The control to bring order to all this chaos. Do you WANT to keep living in this... Wasteland? 	
 	 	 	Actually... I am. 	turning to the player, smiling at them
 	 	 	It was almost good to see you again, Professor-Bot. 	
 	 	 	If this simulation is like the original ones, there's probably a key in his office we can grab. Or just pick the lock on the reactor door. 	player is trying to figure out how to get into the reactor area in the Vault Simulation
 	 	 	It's always ugly choosing sides, but it's better than letting factions divide the Vault. Good work. 	player resolved the Vault Simulation without violence, but had to pick one side against the other
 	 	 	Good job. That's a solution any Overseer should be proud for getting to. Everyone learns we have to work together. 	player resolved the Vault Simulation without violence and brought the two sides together
 	 	 	When I first did a Vault simulation, it was a water emergency. Had to ration what little we had. Some people died. Riots had to be contained. 	player's vault simulation ended in someone's arrest and death
 	 	 	We're lucky 76 never had to go through either of these cases. But preparing for the worst is what being an Overseer is. 	
 	 	 	I'm not familiar with this test scenario. Professor-Bot must have come up with it on his own. 	
 	 	 	This is it. Somewhere past this maintenance area is the Restricted Wing. 	you and the player entering an old maintenance area
 	 	 	I see I'm not going to persuade you by appealing to your desire for a better tomorrow. 	Crafty bargaining with a tough customer
 	 	 	Instead, think about all of the other useful things that could be in a that Vault. Useful and valuable things. And it could all be yours. 	Crafty bargaining with a tough customer
 	 	 	I'm not going to deny that I need your help to get the gold, but whatever else you find in there is yours for the keeping, no questions asked. 	Crafty bargaining with a tough customer
 	 	 	This is ridiculous. Even if we had four years to waste, which we don't, the University is empty. There's no professors anymore. 	
 	 	 	You mean the Vault simulation? That's ridiculous! All the professors are gone. The Vaults have already been assigned! 	
 	 	 	Why don't I step in for a bit? 	player threatened Professor-Bot and didn't succeed
 	 	 	Look, Professor-Bot, we might be the only living human beings connected to this university anymore. Shouldn't protocol side with us? 	
 	 	 	I might be the only human being connected to this place that's still alive. My authority doesn't override yours? 	
==W05_MQ_101P_Radio==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Broadcasting to the people of Vault 76. This is the Overseer. 	radio broadcast
 	 	 	We need to talk. Face to face. I've missed all of you, but this isn't just about a reunion. We have work to do.	
 	 	 	I'll be waiting in Sutton. 	
==W05_MQ_101P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	But first, I have to ask... Did you finish the inoculation against the Scorched Plague? Please, it's vitally important. 	
 	 	 	Pretty crazy out there, huh? I know we have a lot to catch up on. 	
 	 	 	You're back. You get those settlements to see that they need our help? 	
 	 	 	You takin' your sweet time with that inoculation? 	
 	 	 	The inoculations. They're on their way? 	
 	 	 	It's good to see you, but we need to focus on the inoculation. Is it done? 	
 	 	 	The inoculation. Have you finished it? 	
 	 	 	Any luck with the newcomers yet? They convinced to accept our help? 	
 	 	 	Hope Rose didn't give you any trouble. Well, more trouble than she typically is... Are the Raiders convinced they need our help? 	you hate Rose
 	 	 	How'd it go with the settlers? Wouldn't be surprised if they were suspicious of strangers. They willing to accept our help? 	
 	 	 	Keep an eye out. All kinds of things make home in these old factories. 	exploring the cola factory with the player
 	 	 	Nuka-Cola. Kind of makes you thirsty being around all this branding, doesn't it? 	exploring the cola factory with the player
 	 	 	We mass produce this vaccine, and Appalachia is one step closer to being free of the Scorched. 	exploring the cola factory with the player
 	 	 	We should keep moving. 	exploring the cola factory with the player
 	 	 	Let's go. 	exploring the cola factory with the player
 	 	 	We did a good thing here. You should be proud. 	finished making the vaccine
 	 	 	You go ahead and deliver the vaccine. 	finished making the vaccine
 	 	 	I'll meet you back in Sutton. 	finished making the vaccine
 	 	 	You've delivered the inoculation? 	
 	 	 	Is it done? Do they have the inoculation? 	
 	 	 	It's time. You're ready. Ready to learn about the mission. 	
 	 	 	I'll have my people hand these out, but we'll be expectin' more. 	Slightly threatening tone at the end.
 	 	 	Nuka-Cola's scientists were trying chemical substitutions to make new flavors. That's how we're going to trick it into making the inoculation 	with the player at the Cola Plant's flavor lab
 	 	 	We just need to figure out how to mix soda ingredients to produce human antibodies. Easy, right? 	
 	 	 	I tried jump-starting them, but the reactors are completely shot. Bad power couplings. 	with the player at the Cola Plant's reactor room
 	 	 	This is it. We need to get the power up and running, and reformulate the machines for the inoculation. Fire everything up, and try not to get killed. 	meeting the player just inside the Cola Plant
 	 	 	I've been looking into where we can mass produce the inoculation. Some of the obvious choices are... messy... 	
 	 	 	But if you just sit back and ask yourself: "who could've manufactured a lot of specially formulated liquid in sterile packaging" it becomes obvious. 	
 	 	 	That's it! Freedom from the plague, in a bottle. 	the vaccine has been manufactured
 	 	 	While you're handing those out I'll start organizing things here and get a plan in place to get more to whoever needs them. 	
 	 	 	Meet me back in Sutton when you're done. 	
 	 	 	This is it. You do the honors. 	with the player at the assembly line
 	 	 	Well... that was... Um... I'm sorry, I just can't help but wonder what it was like to actually work here. I mean, can you believe this? 	player just had to build a marketing campaign in order to unlock the manufacturing controls
 	 	 	That's it! Now we just need to manufacture the inoculation. 	Player just completed the laboratory portion of making the vaccine
 	 	 	That's it! Now we just need to restart the reactor, then we can manufacture the inoculation. 	Player just completed the laboratory portion of making the vaccine
 	 	 	Reminds me of the equipment back at the Vault-Tec Ag Center. Let me know if you want me to take over. 	pronunciation: "Ag" like "Gag"
 	 	 	That's added your blood sample as an ingredient. 	player finishes using some lab equipment
 	 	 	I guess that technically makes you Nuka-Cola's newest flavor? Actually, maybe don't think about that too much. 	
 	 	 	Oh... yeah. I can't remember the official title. You'd think it'd be burned into my head with how many times I played that for everyone. 	
 	 	 	The reality is a little different, though, isn't it? "Prepare for the Future." *sad sigh* 	
 	 	 	Do you think I like sending you into harm's way? I don't. But we have to lean on each other. I need you, all of you, to do your part. 	
 	 	 	Thank you. Really. It's good to have my Vault family around again. 	
 	 	 	Judging by the... architecture, the ones to the north are the old "Raider pals" that crazy robot Rose keeps going on about. 	
 	 	 	You might... ugh... need to talk to her about them. See if she can arrange a meeting, or whatever their word is for "we need to talk, don't shoot us."	
 	 	 	The ones to the south look more like a caravan of families, but who knows what they've been through. Don't let your guard down around either of them. 	
 	 	 	It'll be better in our hands, whatever it is. 	
 	 	 	But first, we need make sure the newcomers don't get infected. 	
 	 	 	Agreed, but with trouble comes opportunity, if we can get ahead of it. 	
 	 	 	But first, we need make sure the newcomers don't get infected. 	
 	 	 	I don't want to lead us down the wrong track, but I've got my suspicions. The gold people are finding in the rivers can't be a coincidence. 	
 	 	 	But first, we need make sure the newcomers don't get infected. 	
 	 	 	Exactly. Another step towards rebuilding our country. I've got some plans that we'll talk about later. 	
 	 	 	But first, we need make sure the newcomers don't get infected. 	
 	 	 	I think that's part of what's fueled the wild stories about it. A box you can't open just makes you want to see what's inside even more. 	
 	 	 	But whatever it is, it can wait. We need to make sure the newcomers don't get infected. 	
 	 	 	Whoa, easy there, Grognak. Scorched Plague, remember? We can't inoculate them with force. We need to get them to agree. 	
 	 	 	I don't know if you've been following the rumors, but there's something in the mountains. 	
 	 	 	No one's managed to get into it yet, but one thing's for certain: it's a Vault. 	
 	 	 	I eavesdropped on some of the newcomers, and whatever is inside there has gone from speculative guesses to full blown fantasy. 	
 	 	 	Stories of untold riches would draw groups of people even before we turned the world into a wasteland. Hope and greed are powerful motivators. 	
 	 	 	Not our PROBLEM? Did you lose your eyesight in the vault? Look around. If those people become Scorched, we're all as good as dead. 	
 	 	 	Talk to these newcomers. Get them to accept our help. I'll work on finding a way to make enough of the inoculation for all of them. 	
 	 	 	I knew I could count on you. I'll work on finding a way to make enough of the inoculation for everyone. You just get them all to agree. 	
 	 	 	I know. Believe me, I know. But we can't focus on what other people could have done. We have to focus on us. Our future. 	
 	 	 	I'm not... *sigh* I'm trying to make sure you're okay. That's my number one priority right now. For all of you. 	
 	 	 	So please, you need to tell me. Is the inoculation finished? 	
 	 	 	I know I owe you a sit-down, but I need to discuss this first. 	
 	 	 	I'll be quick. Once you're on board, we can catch up, and I'll answer any questions you might have. 	
 	 	 	Now, the inoculation. Did you finish it? 	
 	 	 	You didn't find my tapes? This disease has turned people into... something else. You'll see them. The burned skin. The glowing lesions. 	
 	 	 	There's a vaccine the Responders were working on at AVR Medical. You need to finish the research and get inoculated. 	
 	 	 	Hurry back once you're done. We've got plenty to do. 	
 	 	 	Don't put it off. You don't want this disease. And I... I don't want to see anyone from 76 infected. 	
 	 	 	Good. Because we're going to need a lot more of it. Have you been to the mountains, lately? It's not just us, anymore. 	
 	 	 	People from outside Appalachia are coming in. I snuck around two of the larger groups and saw them both building. 	
 	 	 	Walls, housing, defensive positions. They're coming to stay. Each and every one of them is walking into a medical crisis they don't even know about! 	
 	 	 	Uh... right. *sigh* Anyway, I'll meet you there. 	a little sad, player reminds you when you were young and naive
 	 	 	I was a little busy before, remember? The Scorched Plague? The nukes? 	
 	 	 	Look, just meet me there, okay? 	
 	 	 	Over twenty-five years in the making for me, but it's time to finally see what it's hiding. Meet you there? 	
 	 	 	We don't have a way in, but I think I have a plan to at least find out what's inside. 	
 	 	 	Every student who graduates Vault-Tec University has a story about the "Restricted Wing" where all the higher ups would have their meetings. 	
 	 	 	And not just stuffy professors and their Mister Handy assistants, I mean sit-downs with government officials. The military. 	
 	 	 	Wise ass. It's a Vault, okay? Vault 79. 	
 	 	 	A few other people from 76 made the trek into the mountains to find this "treasure" we keep hearing about. 	
 	 	 	It's a Vault. Vault 79. Sealed tight with no obvious way in. The rumor mill about what's inside is running wild. 	
 	 	 	Exactly. And that's made the rumors about what's inside grow wild. 	
 	 	 	Now that one crisis is over, it's time we start working on that mystery in the mountains. Have you heard the latest? 	
 	 	 	You know, all your talk about the Vault-Tec training and thinking about the old days, I almost... well, never mind. I'm just glad everything worked. 	
 	 	 	Thank you for that. Amazing how selective your memory is getting. 	
 	 	 	You have problems with how I do things. I get that. I do. But we're making a difference. 	
 	 	 	Phew. What a relief, huh? We'll get shipments up and running in case that first batch wasn't enough. 	
 	 	 	Look, I know you're doing more than your fair share of the work. Don't think I didn't notice. Thank you. 	
 	 	 	You have something to say to me? Say it. 	
 	 	 	The local Nuka-Cola plant! They even have all the equipment to make experimental sodas. It's the perfect vector for an oral inoculation. 	
 	 	 	I was getting things up and running before the... current occupants came back. I need extra hands. Meet me there? 	
 	 	 	Ever listen to a Nuka-Cola commercial? There's a plant of theirs right here in Appalachia. And we're going to use it to make an oral inoculation 	
 	 	 	Meet me there? 	
 	 	 	Exactly! Great minds, huh? The local plant even has all the equipment to make experimental beverages. Perfect for us hacking in the inoculation. 	
 	 	 	The current occupants were giving me some trouble, though. I could your help on this one. Meet you there? 	
 	 	 	Yes, well... I'm glad you're putting the training to good use. 	
 	 	 	Freeloaders? This is a DISEASE, not a contest! It doesn't care who wins. It just makes us all lose. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* Let's just focus on what needs to happen next, okay? 	
 	 	 	Good. I knew I could count on you. 	
 	 	 	We can't rely on that old hospital holding out indefinitely. There's only one machine. It's a dangerous location. The list goes on. 	
 	 	 	The bar owner? Wasn't easy hauling them all the way to AVR Medical. And boy do they love talking. 	
 	 	 	I've got some plans to make this whole thing easier, but we need to get you taken care of first. So, did you finish it? The inoculation? 	
 	 	 	That's it! We're ready for manufacturing! 	helping engineer the vaccine
 	 	 	Okay, I've got it! Now we need a little bio factory to produce the antibodies in the drink. 	helping engineer the vaccine
 	 	 	Can't make Nuka-Cola without yeast, and it's simple enough that we should be able to do a splice... 	
 	 	 	Isolating the antibodies in your blood sample. 	helping engineer the vaccine
 	 	 	Okay... that's a lot... Give me a second, I need to find the ones produced by the inoculation... 	
 	 	 	A little biochemical engineering to round out the day. I'll get to work. You watch our backs. 	helping engineer the vaccine
 	 	 	Being Overseer isn't about lording over others OR acting smart. It's ABOUT providing direction so everyone knows where to go. 	
 	 	 	Sometimes that means getting ahead of a problem. Sometimes that means telling people what to do. But it's not about ME. It's about all of YOU. 	
 	 	 	We're going to the local Nuka-Cola plant, and we're going to create an oral inoculation. We have to stop this plague. For everyone's sake. 	
 	 	 	Now get your gear ready and get moving. I'll meet you there. 	
 	 	 	That's what I thought. Now, we're going to the local Nuka-Cola plant. We're going to use their equipment to make an oral inoculation. 	
 	 	 	I'll meet you there. 	
 	 	 	Good job! That'll be enough power to get the larger equipment up and running. 	player fixes the plant reactor
 	 	 	I couldn't have pulled this place off without him. Let's talk. 	
 	 	 	Let me introduce you to Davenport. He's been helping me with some reconnaissance. Keeping an eye on Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	We really went overboard with this place. Feel free to look around. 	
 	 	 	Let's talk downstairs. Cozy as this place is, there's someone I'd like you to meet. 	
 	 	 	Oh, thank God. You're here. I almost... It's just so good to see you. 	seeing the player again since leaving Vault 76
 	 	 	Let's get to those reactors. We need this place running before we can do anything. 	
 	 	 	I'm sure by now you can see why I needed your help. 	
 	 	 	I wonder how many of these ghouls used to be Nuka-Cola employees. 	
 	 	 	The flavor lab was still intact when I managed to check on it last. Let's hope it stayed that way. 	
 	 	 	Let's keep our fingers crossed that the equipment here's still in working condition. 	
 	 	 	Davenport and I never could have pulled this off. Believe me. We tried. 	
 	 	 	There's bound to be some power couplings around here somewhere. 	
 	 	 	Look on the bright side. Power couplings are pretty trivial to find. The damage could have been much worse. 	
 	 	 	The best thing about manufacturing plants like these is they always keep spare parts on hand. 	
 	 	 	Thank God we got that out of the way. Now let's get to that Flavor Lab. 	
 	 	 	With power off our checklist, we're practically there. 	
 	 	 	Still running after all this time. Nuka-Cola always did have state of the art equipment. 	
 	 	 	With the power back on, I'm sure we're going to be seeing a few more "friends." 	
 	 	 	You've become pretty handy in a pinch. They sure don't teach you those skills in the Vault. 	
 	 	 	We need to find something that could extract a sample of your blood. Oddly enough, I'm pretty sure they're equipped for that. 	
 	 	 	Nuka-Cola always had some interesting... agendas. Let's just say the public was better off. 	
 	 	 	This is quite the lab. You'd never guess all this was just for finding the next best soda. 	
 	 	 	All we need to do is calibrate the sequencer and we should be set to start the manufacturing process. 	
 	 	 	Maybe we don't give any details out on what's in this inoculation. Although, anyone with a mind for science is going to have a pretty good idea. 	
 	 	 	Here's hoping this works. 	
 	 	 	I'm pretty familiar with all of this, so if you're feeling uncomfortable, just let me know. 	
 	 	 	We worked with stuff like this all the time back in the day. I assume it's kinda like riding a bike, right? 	
 	 	 	Really, if you need a hand, just let me know. I'm more than willing to do my part here. 	
 	 	 	Hope that reactor is ready for a jump start. It's dormant days are coming to an end. 	
 	 	 	I'm ready to get this process started. Let's just hope the equipment here is up for the job. 	
 	 	 	Let's hope this formula works. If I've done all my calculations right, we shouldn't have any issues. 	
 	 	 	That was pretty exciting. Good to know I still got it. 	
 	 	 	Davenport was essential in these measurements. Without his mechanical mind, I'm sure I'd still be spinning my wheels on some of it. 	
 	 	 	I hope those people at The Crater and Foundation can fully appreciate what you've done for them. 	
 	 	 	After all this excitement, I'll be happy to get home to Davenport and a nice up of coffee. 	
 	 	 	Remember to meet me back at Sutton when you're done. Once I know everyone's on board, we can work on some real distribution. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, I'm sure you must have other questions. We can talk about them now, if you want. Or, if you're ready to head out - just be careful out there. 	
 	 	 	A little help? 	
 	 	 	Damn. That was a big hit. 	
 	 	 	Oh God, that's a lot of blood. 	
 	 	 	We can take them. 	Going into combat. Voice slightly elevated.
 	 	 	I'm not about to let anything stop us. 	Going into combat. Voice slightly elevated.
 	 	 	Oh no. Not today. 	Going into combat. Voice slightly elevated.
 	 	 	Dammit. 	Getting hit in combat. Making a small grunt before the line.
 	 	 	Yeah, that hurt. 	Getting hit in combat. Making a small grunt before the line.
 	 	 	Getting too old for this. 	Getting hit in combat. Making a small grunt before the line.
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