Jack Hunter/Dialogue

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==AC_SQ01_HellsEagles==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	What happened here!? What did you do!? 	
 	 	 	Sweet Sally! I like to shoot as much as the next guy, but did it have to end like this? 	
 	 	 	I'm not going home until I get that interview, and I'm not getting that interview done without you. 	
 	 	 	You ready to wrap this up, now? 	
 	 	 	Food for thought, yes... Jot that down, assistant. 	
 	 	 	Steady Rob. Steady! No need for suspicion, we're all friends here. 	
 	 	 	Remember the card games! Remember the chems! 	
 	 	 	Yes! Right. The brutal rise to power. Walk us through that. 	
 	 	 	Ah... Yeah... Brutal psychopath, that's it... 	
 	 	 	Phew... You, uh, have me pegged there, Little Rob. 	
 	 	 	Little Rob always did have an unnaturally quick temper. I'm sure the Buffout didn't help. 	
 	 	 	I guess I shouldn't have expected more from a Blood Eagle, as much as I wanted to. 	
 	 	 	Well, it's done anyway. Time I get back on the road. 	
 	 	 	Stupid? Maybe so. Maybe trying to make a difference makes no difference at all in the long run. 	
 	 	 	Still, I can't help but try to delve into the psyche of the wasteland. It's in my blood as a journalist. 	
 	 	 	Excellent... Excellent, yes. Good material there. 	
 	 	 	I'll say. You killed every one of my subjects, and I damn near went with them! 	
 	 	 	Ah, look... It is what it is. I'll make something out of what I've got. We still went farther than most. 	
 	 	 	Well, that concludes our interview. I think I've got plenty of material to go on. 	
 	 	 	Rob, you've been a magnificent host. I don't know if we'll meet again, but if we do, save some of that Buffout for me. 	
 	 	 	Close call, but we're still alive, for now. 	
 	 	 	You can head back to Oscar. This note will prove I'm safe, but I'm getting out of here. 	
 	 	 	We're both going to want to lay low for a while, after what we've been through. 	
 	 	 	Don't worry. Once he gets word he'll know to head to our rendezvous spot. So rest assured, I'll meet up with him eventually. 	
 	 	 	Alright... I understand now. But I can't leave without my story. I came here to interview Little Rob and that's what I intend to do. 	
 	 	 	Since you killed off half my article, I think it's only fair you come with me. 	
 	 	 	Besides, I'll need the help considering how many chems I just took in the latrine. 	
 	 	 	Do that, and I'll give you a note proving I'm alive and kicking. 	
 	 	 	Oscar? Of course... But I sent him my holotape! He should know better, but it figures. Probably whacked out on Psycho, that one. 	
 	 	 	You what!? 	
 	 	 	You psychopath! All my interviewees are dead! Now what am I gonna do... 	
 	 	 	Who put you up to this? Are you with the Family? I paid that debt... Is it Buttercup? He's out to ruin me, isn't he? 	
 	 	 	Rescue me? I didn't need rescuing! I had everything under control! 	
 	 	 	Alright, let's get back to our poker game. I've got a full house coming my way, I can feel it. 	
 	 	 	Uh... what the...? What in the Sam Hill is going on? 	
 	 	 	And you... You were as good an assistant as I could've hoped for. 	
 	 	 	Good work. I'm not above a little groveling if it will save my skin. 	
 	 	 	Not to worry... I'm sure my readers won't mind missing the answer to that one. 	
 	 	 	Don't try and wriggle your way out of this one! 	
 	 	 	Well, that isn't exactly what I was getting at... 	
 	 	 	Whoa now! I didn't mean anything by that! 	
 	 	 	If 'a mistake' is what you call wholesale slaughter, then I should damn well say you did! 	
 	 	 	Very funny, but you won't sneak that lie past me. I'm a master liar. But you... 	
 	 	 	So it isn't him, then? Phew! That's a relief. But who is it? 	
 	 	 	Believe me, you don't want to know. 	
 	 	 	Pulling my leg, eh? Think you're funny? Well let me tell you, it wouldn't be so funny if your life was on the line! 	
 	 	 	That's right. Glad you see it that way, too. 	
 	 	 	You have the right attitude for this job, you know that? 	
 	 	 	Give it time. 	
 	 	 	Wouldn't you want to be high out of your mind before confronting a megalomaniacal mass murdering cult leader? 	
 	 	 	No, of course not. You do that all the time, don't you? Well, for us regular folk we need a little chemical courage for such things. 	
 	 	 	That, and it gets me in the mindset. Rob and I will have a lot more common ground when we're both high as a kite on a windy day. 	
 	 	 	Aw, grow a little backbone. Is talking to a man that much harder than shooting him in the face? 	
 	 	 	Now these chems I took... They're pretty strong. I may need you to do some talking for me. In fact, I think you should expect to. 	
 	 	 	And Little Rob -- warmonger that he is -- has a hot temper. He's liable to fly off the handle at the slightest insult. 	
 	 	 	So be careful what you say, or you'll have to do to him what you did to his minions, here. And then I'll have no story. 	
 	 	 	But we'll cross that bridge if we come to it. It's time to get going. 	
 	 	 	No one to worry about, Rob, this is just my, uh... assistant. Late to the party as usual. 	
 	 	 	That's right. Friends. Now let's get through this interview before I'm halfway to the moon. 	
 	 	 	First question is... er, assistant, remind me what the first question was, again? 	Chems are setting in sooner than expected
 	 	 	That's it! I have always wondered what's so 'little' about Little Rob. 	
 	 	 	Don't judge me so harshly! It must be the alcohol mixing with the other compounds. I forgot to factor that in. 	
 	 	 	Possibly because it was already at work in my system. 	
 	 	 	Good, good... Doing well... Next question! Er... what was that again, assistant? 	
 	 	 	Phew... Next question, right... Now what was that again, assistant? 	
 	 	 	It was like no Buffout I've ever taken, I'll give you that. 	
 	 	 	Uh, hey now, no slaughtering necessary! 	
 	 	 	Now the final question... The big kahuna. 	
 	 	 	Assistant, no! This one I'll handle myself. I have to. The currents of fate have thrust it upon me and me alone, no matter my cognitive state.	
 	 	 	Little Rob -- when you peer into the cosmic mirror and your soul stares back, blackened by the violence of its existence... 	
 	 	 	It asks, "What was the point of it all?" How do you respond? 	
 	 	 	So the reaper's finally caught me...? 	
 	 	 	Another story down the drain... 	The death of Little Rob means no story for Jack
 	 	 	Yeowch! 	
 	 	 	*hiss* That burns a lot worse than tequila! 	
 	 	 	Ach! 	
 	 	 	Woof! 	
 	 	 	Take that, you bastard! 	
 	 	 	You dirty animal! 	
 	 	 	I'm pretty sure I hit one of you... 	There's only one target, but he's seeing double due to chems and alcohol
 	 	 	There's a lot more where that came from! 	
 	 	 	Calm down, goddammit! 	Speaking specifically to Little Rob initiating combat
 	 	 	Wait! Is this a hallucination? 	
 	 	 	I've never been one to back down from a story, and I'm not starting today. 	
 	 	 	What in high heaven happened here!? 	The player has just killed his interview subjects (raiders)
 	 	 	I was winning that poker game, too... 	
 	 	 	Life is full of surprises. A room full of murdered raiders is just one of them. 	
 	 	 	Not so close! I'm very particular about my personal space. 	
 	 	 	We've got a job to do. Or at least I do. You're helping. 	The "job" is interviewing Blood Eagle raiders
 	 	 	I'm not the one we're interviewing here! 	
 	 	 	We'll get through this... Once the chems wear off. 	
 	 	 	Let's try not to make him too angry. My health is already at risk. 	His health is already at risk because he's high on chems
 	 	 	The soft underbelly of Little Rob revealed! Yes, that's exactly what I was looking for. Good work. 	
 	 	 	Copping out on the grand finale? Real celebrity move... 	
 	 	 	But in the interest of keeping my arms in their sockets, I'll allow it. Fine, then. 	
 	 	 	Well fine, but I'm not going back until I've got my interview. And that could be a while... The chems are taking hold. 	
 	 	 	Yes, yes, that's right. You can finally go back to your killing spree. All the talking over. 	
 	 	 	You know, despite everything, I have to admit that I won't forget our chance encounter today. 	
 	 	 	A journey into a den of darkness... a chance encounter with a murderous psychopath -- no, two! It'll make a hell of an article. 	
 	 	 	Keep an eye on the newsstands, and farewell. 	
 	 	 	Somewhere far away from here. And you'd damn well better believe I'm not going to tell you. Not after what you put me through. 	
 	 	 	Luck has never been too kind to me, but I'll take your well wishes just the same. 	
 	 	 	What? Oh, uh, don't worry about that. Stay vague and we'll all be cool... 	
 	 	 	I would... if you hadn't murdered all my interviewees. 	
 	 	 	Do this for me and you and Oscar can go home happy. 	
==JackHunter_HolotapeQuest==
#	Dialog Topic 	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	I've taken every drug in the Wasteland. Daddy-O, Mentats, Day Tripper, they each have their ups and downs, but Nukashine took me on a ride. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	I didn't expect it, not from a swig of Appalachian hooch. I grew up on that stuff... Kentucky will do that to you. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	It was almost like a betrayal. The first sip had the same familiar burn, then it kicked you in the head like a two ton Brahmin, and it was all downhill from there. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	Colors that I didn't know existed flashed before my eyes. The trees around me morphed into ravenous ghouls. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	Beset on all sides, I reached for my gun and pulled a tato from the holster. Useless thing! I shouted. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	By then the ghouls had me, there was little I could do. I took off my shoe and beat them with it, to no avail. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	I decided to succumb. Just devour me, I thought. What's the use in struggling at this point? 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	Maybe some lucky cannibal will happen upon my scraps and get a free meal. At least that would give my death some meaning. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	I let my mind wander as my body ceased to be. A cool breeze on the Florida coast. The splashing of the Mississippi. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	The green hills of Appalachia, a violent storm in the distance. I drifted from one to the next as my flesh broke into a thousand tiny pieces of ghoul fodder. 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	Suddenly, sunlight. I sat up. I was whole, on the temporal plane. Far too pleasant a place to be hell... 	
 	Nukashine: What a trip! 	 	Appalachia, the green hills from my vision. The crisis was over. I was still alive, with an empty jug of Nukashine by my side. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	It's a long hike to the Metal Dome. Jagged paths up the cliffs above Monongah are the only feasible way for pilgrims to reach this shrine to violence. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	You have to be a certain kind of lunatic to make the journey. One wrong move and you're dashed upon the rocks below, fodder for rabid wolves and mutant lizards. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	Not to mention that your future hosts - the engineers of death that call themselves the Rust Eagles - are less than welcoming to outsiders. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	Luckily, I am anything but sane. I climbed the mountain to witness with my own two eyes the bloody spectacle these brutal raiders were only too eager to display. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	I knew what I was walking into - or thought I knew - but still I was unprepared for what I was about to witness, and for the feelings it stirred inside me. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	The first thing to reach you is the sound of it. From half a mile away the shriek of steel cutting steel reassures you that you haven't come all this way for nothing.	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	But what really sticks with you is the stench. The rot of decaying corpses, the smell of searing flesh, and the stink of oil that pervades every inch of the place. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	Fumes that drive the Rusties into an ecstatic frenzy whenever one of their bots extinguishes a human life. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	You settle in to witness the action in the arena, and the worst part is you can't look away. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	You get so sucked in that you forget all about the last shred of humanity you used to have. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	You tell yourself you want the gladiators to win as the carnage unfolds below. It's the only way to justify your sheer captivation. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	Yet you acknowledge that it grips you like you never thought possible. 	
 	The Decadent Metal Dome 	 	No matter what else you've seen in this godforsaken world, there's simply nothing like the thrill of it. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 2	 	One hit is all it took to realize we'd made a terrible mistake. Even for degenerates as celebrated as ourselves, this was too much. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 2	 	The trip wasn't bad, it was glorious - horrifyingly so. We knew, instantly, that this was what money could buy. And we knew we'd never have it again. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 2	 	We witnessed firsthand the life that was being kept from us, and as much as we wanted to reach out and take it... 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 2	 	...we couldn't do anything more than slump in our chairs and watch as it drifted away. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 2	 	The consequences would be more than spiritual. Every inch of our bodies yearned for more after that first hit. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 2	 	Addictol won't be enough to cure this hunger. Maybe nothing will. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	It takes a lot of chems to get thrown out of the Neapolitan, but we were riding the line. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	My confidant and I made the trip to cover the Showmen's Games, a world renowned exercise in high stakes barbarism. Few in the entertainment world could match. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	Instead, we spent most of our time getting hopped up on Daddy-O and chugging bourbon in the casino bar. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	It seemed the logical course of action. The Games were notoriously deadly, even for bystanders. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	Liquid courage and a head full of hallucinogens were the obvious defense. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	What we didn't count on was the Devil's Blood. We had never heard of the stuff, and for good reason - it's an AC specialty. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	We weren't supposed to have it. It wasn't meant for us, but for the real high rollers. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	The people who, even in a world ravaged by pestilence and war, still managed to come out on top. But we found a way. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	The exclusivity made it all the sweeter. Not because we aspired to that lifestyle - quite the opposite. 	
 	A Night at the Neapolitan, part 1	 	We wanted to soil the royal concoction inside our mangy, flea-ridden hides. 	
 	A lead at last 	 	Dr. G... I hope this message finds you well. I'm closing in on my target, a big man called Little Rob. 	Dr. G is code for Oscar Gonzalez
 	A lead at last 	 	They say he lives somewhere in the mountains. In some kind of hideout. 	
 	A lead at last 	 	You might wonder who 'they' are... I'm talking about people in the know. Squatters, prospectors, gold diggers. They say they've had run ins with the target. 	
 	A lead at last 	 	I met them in a shack in the hills, up near a golf course that's seen better days. But I wasn't there for the greens... 	
 	A lead at last 	 	We met up and made merry. Don't judge me! You're a merrymaker yourself, you know. They said they could take me to Rob. 	
 	A lead at last 	 	I decided to follow. Dangerous, I know, but you have to take some risks if you're gonna get the big score. That's just how it is in this business. 	
 	A lead at last 	 	I'll see you on the other side. Hunter out. 	
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