Fred Radcliff/Dialogue

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==W05_MQS_203P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Uhh... the high points are that it's a facility full of people who were smart enough to know better... but somehow didn't. 	
 	 	 	You know how sometimes their robots go nuclear when damaged? That's by design. That's on purpose. Think about that. Most were made for civilian use. 	
 	 	 	In what world does that make sense? A fucked up one. 	
 	 	 	What, do I need to politely ask you to not shoot me, too? I am not going to knowingly endanger either of us, don't worry. Especially not myself. 	a bit mock hurt/incredulous initially
 	 	 	It'll be fun. Forget the theme parks. There's nothing like scavenging a research center. 	
 	 	 	No, I'm going to meet you there and hold your hand. Fields and Thompson are going to sit around here doing nothing. 	
 	 	 	Seeing as we have a good feeling about you, I say we work together on this one. 	
 	 	 	We're dealing with RobCo's semi-autonomous immobile weapon platform, only used for special government procurement. 	Love both talking about tech and showing off
 	 	 	Extra thick ballistic shielding plus reflective paneling, internal temperature regulation. Even has built-in air fresheners. 	last part is a joke
 	 	 	But can your new buddy Radcliff beat them? Of course he can. Just need a little help from the source. 	
 	 	 	I mean, I give anyone who doesn't shoot at us bonus points, so checks out to me. 	joking but seriously though
 	 	 	The entire research team jarred their brains? Whoa. I wonder how that went over. 	reading a terminal detailing the experiment
 	 	 	Good news for us, though, right? Just need to get one of them up and running. 	Maybe a nervous chuckle after "right?" ---Someone else died but at least it wasn't us?
 	 	 	Look at that! Just needs a brain. Uh... clarification: I'm not volunteering. Couldn't work my magic with those pincers, anyway. 	you and the player find an intact robobrain with the brain missing
 	 	 	They've probably got some brains in storage somewhere. That seems like a very "them" thing to do. 	joking, but also creeped out because it's probably accurate
 	 	 	Here we go. The skunk works. Failed prototypes. Designs gone wrong. We've died and gone to heaven. 	
 	 	 	Hey, you're not dead! I owe Thompson a cold one. 	meeting up with the player at the research center
 	 	 	Remember, we're looking for military research projects. General rule: they keep the good stuff in the back. 	
 	 	 	Phew. Let's rendezvous back at the home base. This place is giving me the creeps. 	player has the tools you need
 	 	 	Just grab them and let's go. I don't want to stick around for any more of her improvements. 	
 	 	 	No, easy is good. We like easy. 	
 	 	 	What we need are a set of tools... but not just any set of tools! No, merely hijacking the command communication signals would be too easy! 	lost in thought as you work at a manic pace
 	 	 	Is she, uh, did she just cackle maniacally? 	
 	 	 	You think when we wake this research person up, they'll be... well, what I mean to say is... 	are they gonna try to kill us?
 	 	 	If I woke up and my mind was in a fish bowl, and my beautiful body was suddenly a trash can on treads, I might freak out a little bit. 	rambling a bit
 	 	 	They were smart enough to write the settings down at least. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out which number goes where. 	you and the player find scattered notes around the lab
 	 	 	I don't think this thing's going to work without a brain jar placed on it. 	brain prep station can't prep a brain if you don't add a brain, silly player
 	 	 	It needs a brain. Come on. Should be obvious. 	brain prep station just made a loud buzzing sound because player didn't add a brain to it
 	 	 	Sounds like we tripped a failsafe. Guess that wasn't the right setting? Try again? 	brain prep station just made a loud buzzing sound
 	 	 	Nope. That wasn't it either. 	brain prep station just made a loud buzzing sound
 	 	 	Well, now you're just messing with me. 	brain prep station just made a loud buzzing sound
 	 	 	Is that a stovetop? It looks like a stovetop. You sure we're not sous chefs in some kind of weird zombie cooking show pilot? 	you and the player enter a brain cleaning area, and the prep station looks like a stovetop
 	 	 	Normally, I'm all about randomly fiddling the dials, but considering this brain is a limited resource, we better find some instructions first. 	how the heck do you cook a brain anyway? did it come with instructions on the box?
 	 	 	So... whose brain do we nab? The person in charge would be an obvious pick, but speaking as an old "boot on the ground", it never hurts to look one or two rungs down the ladder.	you and the player enter the storage room with the brains in jars
 	 	 	We got the crew and the equipment. All that's left is to get to work. You let me know when you're ready, because once we start it's gonna be real noisy. 	
 	 	 	Because I'm criminally overdue for a promotion? 	
 	 	 	You and I are going to meet up at the RobCo Research Center down near Watoga. See if we can find the equipment I need to bust through those turrets. 	
 	 	 	And we better hope we do, because my only backup plan is politely asking the turrets to not shoot us, and that never goes well. 	
 	 	 	That got dark. 	
 	 	 	Shutting my trap, sir. 	falsely chipper maybe, mildly chagrined. Speaking to someone next to you
 	 	 	What the hell, are they like giant bats or not? Ants and bats combined? Bants? 	joking nervously to people standing around nearby, maybe to yourself a bit
 	 	 	Let's grab the tools and go. I don't want to stick around in case this guy cracks. Or cracks more. I don't want to see his crack. 	stage whisper to your friend nearby, nervous joking
 	 	 	I do not know, but I sense you're going to... 	Getting cut-off as someone starts talking again
 	 	 	Hey man... so the tools... can you get to making those tools? 	trying to sound calm and upbeat while talking to a scary person
 	 	 	Hey, practice makes perfect! 	trying to sound calm and upbeat while talking to a scary person
 	 	 	Uh, alright. Feel better, maybe? Or just keep staring into the meaningless maw of existence. 	creeped out but making light of it
 	 	 	Gina? Oh, she's doing it. She's all in. 	creeped out but making light of it
 	 	 	Let's get out of here. Bye Gina! 	creeped out but making light of it
 	 	 	Good, easy is good! We like easy. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, see there's a bright side to everything, right? How bout those tools? 	maybe a nervous laugh if it feels right
 	 	 	Ohhhh. Uh... I can't be seen with someone who doesn't have the correct access for this level... oh no! 	
 	 	 	Oh god! They're going to put my brain in a jar for this! If they find out we were here together-and you shouldn't be here-but you are! Oh god, oh god. 	panic spiral
 	 	 	I hate this place. What can I possibly help you with? I'm just a useless intern. 	
 	 	 	Smell that? Opportunity! 	
 	 	 	... and also ... shorted out electronics. 	
 	 	 	Hmm, I'll have to come back for that later. ... 	musing to yourself about salvage
 	 	 	Well? Lead on. I've got your six. 	
 	 	 	This place gives me the creeps. *shudders audibly* Desk jobs. 	
 	 	 	What's up? You hear something? 	not entirely serious
 	 	 	This place is disgusting, Captain. 	
 	 	 	Hey, Lucky, that's not okay buddy. Oh wait, that's just flooding. Sorry, Lucky. 	thought the dog peed inside, but nah the bunker's just got leaky pipes
 	 	 	What's that smell? 	
==W05_MQS_205P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Seconded. 	
 	 	 	It's almost like she is mad at that wall. 	
 	 	 	It's nice when things go according to plan. 	
 	 	 	This just got weird. 	
 	 	 	You have to move just right. 	emphasize and draw out "just"
 	 	 	You're just like Goldilocks. You can't move too fast or too slow. 	
 	 	 	All you have to do is walk through it. What's the problem? 	
 	 	 	Yeah. She talks. We know that already. 	
 	 	 	Seriously? Bust. Through. The. Wall. That's all you need to say. 	
 	 	 	Mole Miners. Any tunnel in Appalachia those things don't have infested? 	just fought off some Mole Miners in the tunnel
 	 	 	What the hell are they digging for? And why are they so pissed off about it? 	Emphasize "for"
 	 	 	Damn. Look at this. How far does this go? 	entering the gigantic tunnel that Motherlode has just dug out
 	 	 	I never like putting any faith in a machine I couldn't take apart myself. 	
 	 	 	What are you waiting for? Find a way to turn off this laser grid. 	
 	 	 	I'm going to the overseer's office. I think I can open that door from there. 	
 	 	 	You and Jen should set up by the door in case there is something waiting on the other side.	
 	 	 	I guess those tools we made packed a punch. Uh... flashlights? 	you triggered an explosion which took out the laser turrets but also the lights
 	 	 	Ha! Take that you hunks of junk. 	
 	 	 	I told you I could tame those turrets. 	
 	 	 	Turrets are off. For a second I thought I could turn them to our side, but no such luck. 	
 	 	 	Opening the door must have reset them. 	
 	 	 	I'm patching into the grid! Shorting the electrical grid should overload the banks. 	shouting; laser turrets are opening fire
 	 	 	Just stand back and watch the magic happen. 	
 	 	 	Hey, no problem. We almost died. That's all. 	
 	 	 	More robots! 	shouting; in combat
 	 	 	Copy that. Locked and loaded. 	
 	 	 	Motherlode made a hell of a racket. So much for the element of surprise. 	
 	 	 	When we find the turrets, cover me while I disarm them. 	
 	 	 	You should take cover though. Just in case. 	
 	 	 	Okay, turrets disabled... I'm opening the door now. 	
 	 	 	Oops? What do you mean oops?! Oops is bad. 	
 	 	 	These must be on a different circuit. 	
 	 	 	Hey! What am I? Chopped liver? 	
 	 	 	Just once I'd like a mission to send me through an empty field on a sunny day. 	
 	 	 	We had an idea of what to expect up until now. Inside there, who knows. 	
==W05_MQA_206P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Hey. I guess that's it, huh? 	
 	 	 	For a minute I thought you would turn your back on Foundation. 	
 	 	 	What!? We had a deal. Foundation needs that gold. 	
 	 	 	A man's life hangs in the balance. 	
 	 	 	He has a point. 	
 	 	 	A bit of luck doesn't hurt either. 	
 	 	 	A ghoul! 	
 	 	 	I don't trust it. 	
 	 	 	There are people down here! 	
 	 	 	It looks like the main vault is still sealed off. This is some sort of measuring or counting room. 	
 	 	 	There are still a lot of bullion bars here though. This is still a big win for Foundation. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, you can never be too careful, I guess. She could go at any minute. I'm going to talk to Paige about making her leave. 	
 	 	 	That doesn't make a lick of sense. If she's not dangerous, then that guy wasn't dangerous. Nah, I'll just ... keep my guard up just in case. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, see you around buddy. 	offhand/casual, you'll see them tomorrow
 	 	 	Definitely. We all need a vacation ... or just retirement. Fields needs retirement, for sure. 	
 	 	 	He might not look as old as he is, but that's just all the preservatives in the junk food we've been living off of. 	
 	 	 	I'd really like to settle down and get an idyllic farm somewhere around here. Bristling with weapons, of course, but also you know ... idyllic. 	
 	 	 	Nobody got killed, either. Not a bad day. Even that ghoul made it, despite my dumb ass. I thought about it and you're right, you know? 	apologetic at the end
 	 	 	I was letting my fear take ahold of me, and it was stupid. ... 	
 	 	 	Dammit, stop trying to make me a better person. Feeling things sucks. I just want more jokes and less feelings, okay? 	amused/kidding but also kinda annoyed
 	 	 	Nobody got killed, either. Well, except for that ghoul, and I can't complain about that. 	
 	 	 	I'm not really happy we have a ghoul back in Foundation, just waiting to turn on us. But I guess I just need to keep on sleeping with my gun handy.	
==W05_DialogueSettlers_InteriorInstance==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I sure do like this bunker more than the last bunker. It has a fresher smell. 	
 	 	 	No offense to Fields and Thompson, but I'm thinking about retiring to one of those farmsteads. Grow some crops, take naps, escape Lucky's drool.	
 	 	 	That outfit is just bad. Bad ass that is! So sweet. 	
 	 	 	Don't tell Thompson, but I give Lucky scraps. That dog has earned them for all he does for us. 	
 	 	 	Fields is all over my ass to upgrade our turrets. 	
 	 	 	I gave him some line about needing to refraternize the dongle generators. He bought it! Ha ha. 	Laugh after the lines.
 	 	 	Last time out, I found some sweet new circuit boards. 	
 	 	 	Don't mind Captain Fields. He's just sore there isn't an army any more. 	
 	 	 	You are the bomb! What you did for us, I don't know how we can repay you. 	
==W05_DialogueSettlersScavengers_Generic==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I wish we could have spared a few more fighters.	
==W05_MQS_204P==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	This whole operation is shot without Doctor Hornwright. I hope she shows up soon. 	Concerned
 	 	 	The goal line's in sight, just got to stay sharp. 	
 	 	 	Doctor Hornwright's essential to this whole op. So why isn't she here? 	
 	 	 	Air's a little thick down here. Musty. Earthy maybe. Dank? Feel like I'm using up all my good adjectives.	
 	 	 	The goal line's in sight, just got to stay sharp. 	
 	 	 	Air's a little thick down here. Musty. Earthy maybe. Dank? Feel like I'm using up all my good adjectives.	
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