Hank Madigan/Dialogue

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==HolotapeQuest_WJS==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	This is Hank Madigan. Message to any Fire Breathers running through here after me. 	recording a holotape
 	 	 	Had to dodge more robots and turrets than I can count, but I found what we were looking for. 	
 	 	 	Atomic Mining Services were the barons of Ultracite. Had a lab right here in this office. I think they might have found a way to help us out. Even if they didn't know it. 	
 	 	 	Twenty-five years on the force, and they're saying I won't be getting my retirement package. Say they can't afford it, anymore. Lucky them, they get to decide that. 	recording a holotape
 	 	 	I asked if maybe if I could be transferred to Watoga, take some kind of desk job, but they're not hiring. The robots are handling all the security, they told me. 	
 	 	 	Dad, I know you wanted me to stay, but I'm leaving. I... I have my daughter to think about now. This whole town is dying, and you don't even see it. 	recording a holotape
 	 	 	The government, the mining companies, Vault-Tec... they want West Virginia to run by the machines. 	
 	 	 	Don't you get it? There won't be any work once Watoga is finished. They won't... they won't need people anymore. 	
 	 	 	I'm sorry. I really hope one day you'll understand. 	
 	 	 	Condemned. That's what they told me. Five generations lived under this roof, and now the government, my government, is taking it from us. 	recording a holotape
 	 	 	I asked the agent what they're going to do with it, and you know what he told me? 	
 	 	 	"Just buy an apartment up in Watoga. Ain't that supposed to be the city of the future?" Then he sneered at me and laughed. 	
 	 	 	We'll see who's laughing when they try to drag me out of here. 	
 	 	 	This is the third time this week I've seen protestors marching outside of Watoga. 	recording a holotape
 	 	 	For the amount of money we're paying, I expect a certain level of security. How is anyone here safe with those mobs screaming at us all day? 	
 	 	 	I can't believe some of the riff-raff that's made it through the application process. 	
 	 	 	I was told Watoga would be an exclusive neighborhood, but the caliber of some of the people they've allowed in. Hmph. 	
 	 	 	They would never have been accepted if I was in charge, that's for sure. 	
 	 	 	Scouting report. Brotherhood Squire Schultz. 	
 	 	 	Everything in this entire shopping plaza is a load of junk. I thought this place was meant for rich people. Why were they buying all this crap? 	
 	 	 	At least the storefronts give you plenty of places to hide. The bots are everywhere. Might be the only things worth salvaging if I could get the drop on one. 	
 	 	 	Scouting report. Brotherhood Squire Schultz. 	
 	 	 	Kerwood Mine is almost completely flooded. Going down into that brine without Power Armor or a stronger set of lungs seems suicidal. 	
 	 	 	It's too bad. My recon instincts are telling me there could be something good down there. Maybe a way into that locked room. 	
 	 	 	Scouting report. Brotherhood Squire Schultz. 	
 	 	 	This whole trainyard is half-sunk in the ground. Anyone in the middle of that mess is just begging for a sniper to pick them off. 	
 	 	 	These two warehouses seem to be the only good defensible position. There's a nice walkway between them and plenty of places to get the drop on someone. 	
 	 	 	Heh. I might actually be getting the hang of this. 	
 	 	 	Scouting report. Brotherhood Squire Schultz. 	
 	 	 	This old antique store has been a good source of supplies. I've stashed some weapons and ammo in the shed out back. 	
 	 	 	Scavenging runs into Watoga have been... mixed. The robots are everywhere and you never know when a turret is going to pop out of its hiding place and start filling the area with lead or laser fire.	
 	 	 	I really should've paid more attention to during training. 	
 	 	 	Turns out once all the fuel is spent, there's a hunk of material left behind. This depleted Ultracite doesn't play nice with the normal stuff. Turns corrosive. 	recording a holotape
 	 	 	AMS was thinking disposal and containment. I'm thinking weapon. 	
 	 	 	Scorched walk around with chunks of Ultracite stuck in them. We modify some guns to fire depleted Ultracite. See if that makes those assholes melt. 	
 	 	 	Another nurse and I chased her down the hallway, while the rest of the staff tried to contain the patients in the dining room, who were obviously agitated by what just happened. 	
 	 	 	We were finally able to hold her and administer a sedative, and the unfortunate nurse whose hand had been torn open received treatment. 	
 	 	 	All the other patients have returned to their routines, but Patient 3E2 and 7C1 will need to be monitored in case this is the start of habitual violent behavior. 	
 	 	 	The prognosis for either of them being released has slipped even further into statistical irrelevancy. 	
 	 	 	Hospital Incident Report. Resident Psychiatrist Doctor Kessle. 	recording a holotape; pronunciation KEH SAHL
 	 	 	We had a fight breakout today. All the patients in the dining area for the morning meal and all the attending staff were present. 	Calm but clinical. Deep down, he finds his job heartbreaking.
 	 	 	Patient 3E2 has never had any problems with violence but can be verbally abusive to whoever happens to be in the area. 	
 	 	 	The staff intervened, but Patient 3E2 broke free from restraint by biting into one of the nurse's hands. 	
 	 	 	During our exit interview, he broke into tears. He wanted to know if something was wrong with him. If he would end up here as a patient. 	
 	 	 	I explained that nervous exhaustion was a common ailment, especially for hospital workers. 	
 	 	 	Maybe after some months of rest, he could re-apply for his job. That didn't seem to console him. 	
 	 	 	That, and the constant attention and sanitary cleanup required throughout the day for all of his charges, was too much for the young nurse. 	
 	 	 	We found him standing outside the door to one of the patient rooms, carrying a tray of food but not moving anywhere. 	
 	 	 	One of the other nurses noticed he had been standing in place for over an hour. 	
 	 	 	When he finally responded to our attempts to get his attention, he seemed surprise that any time had passed. 	
 	 	 	Hospital Incident Report. Resident Psychiatrist Doctor Kessle. 	recording a holotape; pronunciation KEH SAHL
 	 	 	One of the junior nurses has suffered a nervous breakdown. 	Calm but clinical. Deep down, he finds his job heartbreaking.
 	 	 	His assignments included Patient 5A3, whose afflictions manifest in habitual self-harm. 	
 	 	 	Patient 5A4, who - while not violent - does aggressively grab and paw at whoever is trying to administer care. 	
 	 	 	And also Patient 5B7, who breaks down into loud, un-consolable fits of crying with no apparent cause or trigger. 	
 	 	 	But yeah, just to put any rumors to bed, we're also trying some new ways of getting at those precious rocks. 	
 	 	 	And yes, it involves melting the Uranium while it's still underground and siphoning it up. Sure beats hauling it by hand, if it works. 	
 	 	 	Now don't think that means any of you are getting extra time-off. Stop listening to this and get back to work. 	
 	 	 	This is Foreman Hibbs. United States Department of Energy. 	recording a holotape
 	 	 	Blackwater Mine has changed a lot over the years. Plenty of you already know what happens when a mine tunnel hits groundwater, so the pumps shouldn't be too surprising. 	
 	 	 	Department of Energy isn't messing around. I'm not messing around. 	
 	 	 	So stop listening to this and get back to work. Let's dig up some shiny rocks and hope they don't make us sterile. 	
 	 	 	Blackwater Mine is a government Uranium site. That means you're a federal employee, now. 	
 	 	 	And all those background checks and security interviews you went through wasn't just for fun. 	
 	 	 	Every yield we fail to bring up is a national security problem. One less missile gets made. One less power plant gets fuel. 	
 	 	 	This is Foreman Hibbs. United States Department of Energy. 	recording a holotape
 	 	 	If you're hearing this, then, welcome aboard and all that. 	
 	 	 	I'm sure the Human Resources folks have gotten you situated, but there's one thing I need to make sure we've drilled into ya, so you're gonna get it again. 	
==HolotapeQuest_LVC==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Is it on? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, the red light is on, so it's recording. 	
 	 	 	This Maxine Ballard, squad leader of The Scorchslayers. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	We're making this recording to document our descent into the Belching Betty Mine for the final exam. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	Well, say which exam... 	Scolding
 	 	 	Oh, right. 	Suddenly remembering.
 	 	 	For the Fire Breathers final exam. We're supposed to head inside, find the emergency beacon and watch out for Scorched. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	Piece of cake. 	
 	 	 	I don't know. If it's so easy, why hasn't anyone else completed the exam? 	
 	 	 	Because they weren't us. 	
 	 	 	We've been hunting Scorched at the farms for days. How much harder could the ones in the mines be? Grow a little backbone. 	
 	 	 	Come on, guys. Let's stick together on this. 	Scolding the others for a petty argument
 	 	 	All of you, shut up! 	Annoyed from folks interrupting your recording
 	 	 	Okay, Scorchslayers. Time to lock and load. Let's get the job done. 	back to "in command" mode
 	 	 	Okay, "squad leader." Tim and Andrew are both dead. Now what the hell are we supposed to do!? 	Angry and sarcasm at beginning
 	 	 	Shut up, Sy... she's recording. 	"Sy" is like "sigh" - short for Sylvester
 	 	 	Entry two. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	We've lost Timothy Wolfe and Andrew Rhodes to a swarm of Scorched, and the rest of us barely made it past them alive. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	I'm beginning to think Melody Larkin may have underestimated the difficulty of this exam. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	You're damn right she did! This is suicide! Well, the hell with this, I'm going back! 	Previous was "I'm beginning to think Melody Larkin may have underestimated the difficulty of this exam"
 	 	 	No you're not. You're sticking with us. 	
 	 	 	Why? So we can get picked off one by one until we're all dead!? No way, not me! 	
 	 	 	You know what, Sy? 	Sy = sigh - You're beginning to have enough of him, ramping up to anger.
 	 	 	You've been acting like a coward ever since we started tackling the Scorched at the farms. And now Tim and Andrew are dead because of you! 	Really reading Sy the riot act here.
 	 	 	What the hell are you talking about!? 	Angry and Surprised
 	 	 	I saw him, Max. 	You're accusing someone else on team, angry
 	 	 	When those Scorched pushed through the tunnels, they came at us from all sides. 	
 	 	 	Tim and Andrew were holding and they told Sy to watch the back. But he didn't. He ran away and left their rear flank wide open. 	Sy = sigh
 	 	 	That's what took them down! 	furious
 	 	 	Bullshit! She's lying Max! 	Angry but also panicking you've been found out.
 	 	 	Both of you, knock it off! 	Trying to shut two people who are arguing up
 	 	 	Sylvester, if you want to go, go. But you're going back alone. And I guarantee we didn't clear everything behind us. 	Cold, very direct - in Sylvester's face
 	 	 	But even if you make it, mark my words, you'll never be a part of this squad again. 	
 	 	 	Fine, to hell with both of you. I'm out of here! 	You know you've lost.
 	 	 	You're seriously letting him go? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, Rita. We're better off without him. 	With some contempt
 	 	 	Entry three. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity, but things haven't gone well overall (some concern)
 	 	 	Sylvester left the team some time ago. We heard his screams echoing through the mines only minutes after he left. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity, but things haven't gone well overall (some concern)
 	 	 	Rita and I are all that's left. Despite the odds, we've somehow made it to the beacon. We've done it. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity, but things haven't gone well overall (some concern)
 	 	 	What's supposed to happen when we activate that beacon? 	
 	 	 	I don't know, I suppose we'll get Melody Larkin's next instruction about how to get out of here. 	
 	 	 	Well, there's no reason for us to stand here and wait. Push the damn thing. 	
 	 	 	<Beacon Noise> 	This is where the beacon noise will sound (match to MTR06's sound for MTR06_EmergencyBeacon)
 	 	 	Oh my god... 	A horde of zombies coming at you unexpectedly... you against many
 	 	 	They're everywhere. I... I don't know if we're going to make it, but we didn't come this far just to give up. 	A horde of zombies coming at you unexpectedly... you against many
 	 	 	<Gun bolt sliding into place sound> 	
 	 	 	<Gun bolt sliding into place sound> 	
 	 	 	I'm with you, Max. 	Getting brave
 	 	 	If we don't make it out of here, I just wanted you to know it's been a real honor, Rita. 	Getting braver
 	 	 	Likewise. Now let's go show those Scorched what it means to be a Fire Breather. 	
 	 	 	You never resigned as Senator. Is that something you're planning to do? 	You're conducting an interview. You just crossed a line and got yelled at. You're keeping cool.
 	 	 	If it means you'll get the word out, go ahead. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press.
 	 	 	Would you mind if I asked you one last question? 	You're conducting an interview. You just crossed a line and got yelled at.
 	 	 	I, I understand. It's just a ... sensitive topic. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. You're calming yourself down after just screaming at the interviewer. Back in control.
 	 	 	How would you feel about getting back into a fire suit? 	Give a beat. You know exactly the assignment you think this guy'd be good for. Add some smirk. You think this is a good acquisition.
 	 	 	I'm willing to prove it. Gimme a job. I'll show you what I can do. 	You've been told to put your money where your mouth is. You're game.
 	 	 	And how do we know you ain't just sellin' us a bill of goods? 	Quietly impressed. This guy just said he was an elite soldier.
 	 	 	You guys have a lot of mouths to feed and a lot of people to keep safe. I can help you do both. All I ask is regular rations and my own bunk. 	With just a hint of pride.
 	 	 	Because I guarantee you don't have someone like me. I find things. People. Supplies. Solutions. And I'm good at it. 	With just a hint of pride.
 	 	 	And why would the Responders need a Marine-turned-Brotherhood defector in their midst? 	Pushing back on this recruit. They have a great resume. Almost too great.
 	 	 	No shit. 	Quietly impressed. This guy just said he was an elite soldier.
 	 	 	Marine Recon. 	With just a hint of pride.
 	 	 	I'm guessing Paladin Taggerdy didn't recruit a fire fighter because she liked how you looked in fatigues. What were you before your civilian life? 	Curious. Recruit said something that doesn't quite add up.
 	 	 	From what I've heard, Responders do too. 	Being honest about your goals in life.
 	 	 	I was a fire fighter before the war. It's my opinion that looking after the people of Appalachia should be top priority. 	Being honest about your goals in life.
 	 	 	Taggerdy's Brotherhood was a fine organization. Maxson's Brotherhood's only cares about locking away every bit of technology they can get their hands on. 	Contrasting the two Brotherhoods. One was to your liking. The other wasn't.
 	 	 	And why is that, exactly? Brotherhood's been a good ally to us. Taking you on could be seen as an act of bad faith. 	Curious. This guy's suggesting the Brotherhood aren't the good guys you thought they were.
 	 	 	Our interests no longer aligned. 	Trying to be polite about why you left the Brotherhood.
 	 	 	Cause you quit the Brotherhood. 	Being intentionally stern. You're trying to throw a possible recruit off his game.
 	 	 	Was. Not sure that really applies anymore. 	Being questioned about your military background.
 	 	 	Sergeant Madigan, is it? 	Interrogating a new recruit.
 	 	 	Sorry, papa. 	Apologizing to your father. You did something wrong and now you leave.
 	 	 	James? James! There you are! You can't keep coming back here! It's not-- shit. Put your mask back on. Lets go! 	Your son is singing to himself about his trains outside, when there are a bunch of nasty baddies nearby.
 	 	 	Who needs money when you've got stubbornness? 	Said with a wink and a tear at the same time
 	 	 	If we're going to pull through this, it's going to take nothing less than bullheaded determination to put us back on the right path. 	Half joke, light-hearted
 	 	 	But I'll stick it out. I'll try to make things better. Someone has to. 	Sighing. Accepting.
 	 	 	If I didn't care about this place so much, I'd be on the first bus to Watoga. 	Joking. a bit of a laugh while saying it. She hates Watoga.
 	 	 	Earthquakes every other day, lawless thugs walking right down main street, and we're practically swimming in every kind of drug known to man! 	Disappointed more than upset
 	 	 	What do I think about how things are going in Welch? Well, it can't get much worse. 	Frustrated
 	 	 	The lawman bails, I pay the boys a little distraction fee, and everyone's happy. The people understand me. The people need me! And I'm pleased to provide. 	Prideful, but trying to convince himself as much as his mother.
 	 	 	I'm just about to pull my weapon and make things "interesting", when a group of old coal men show up. They start hollering about how those Auto-Miners have gone topsy-turvy, and are causing all kinds of mayhem back in Mine Shaft Elaine!	Excited, and embellishing a bit
 	 	 	Picked up the goods, and had the usual uneventful trip most of the way back. Hit the outskirts of Welch, and whad'ya know - the local sheriff is waiting for me. 	Calm and direct
 	 	 	While back I was doing a little run for the Duchess, and found out just how much this city loves me. 	Proud and forceful
 	 	 	I'm a businessman. People demand things, and I supply them. Capitalism at its finest, right? 	Convincing, but with a tinge of understanding that it's stretching the truth
 	 	 	I hate it when you talk like I'm a criminal, Ma. 	Annoyed, but loving
 	 	 	You find me some candidates with the wherewithal to survive here or else I'll find someone who will. 	Stern. You're addressing a subordinate who's disappointed you. And you're mad.
 	 	 	I presume you've seen to it that the Technology Support group has updated the Senior Executive exam with my clarified answers. 	Stern. You're addressing a subordinate who's disappointed you. And you're mad. But some real venom on "clarified."
 	 	 	I'm growing... weary of the spineless ... "executives" you've been sending me. 	Stern. You're addressing a subordinate who's disappointed you. And you're mad.
 	 	 	Hanover. This is Daniel Hornwright. 	Stern. You're addressing a subordinate who's disappointed you. And you're mad.
 	 	 	F-7n proved a bit more... potent than expected, so you'll need my password to collect a canister from the dispensary. Promethean7. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	And be aware. We were also forced to tweak the formula, after Subject #21 left without authorization. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	A phermonic component was added to mark the gestating hosts. So if for some reason one gets away again... you may use the dogs to find them. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate. Some smirk on that very last part.
 	 	 	Once you've deposited that into the ingredient collector upstairs, you'll just need a host to allow the sample to gestate. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	Subject #113 should be able to take another harvesting. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	Mitchell. Higher-ups need a fresh batch of tissue samples infected with F-7n. Today. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	They received a furtive message from Agriculture. And Secretary Eckhart is not a man to be kept waiting. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	Good. We should get started. If there's anyone still alive down there, I think they've suffered enough. 	Wrapping up the conversation. You're pleased with how this went, but you're realizing this will be the easiest part.
 	 	 	Certainly won't have to travel far to get yourselves into trouble. 	RERCORD. You're onboard with an idea that was pitched at you. Hiding your glee that your idea was accepted.
 	 	 	I'll work on getting them a place to train. Charleston Fire Department seems like the natural spot. 	Still staying civil, but now getting into the nitty-gritty of getting this all up and running.
 	 	 	Oh lordy, I think she likes it. 	Chuckle at the end of the line. Your weird suggestion seems like it's going to stick.
 	 	 	... I suppose we don't need to go with the first idea we come up with. But for now, I'd like you to reach out to those firemen. 	Give a long pause before starting. Still trying to be civil, but the idea your partner just but out is ... out there. RERECORD. Long pause at start.
 	 	 	Convince them to get onboard with the... Fire Breathers. Let them know it's important. Prestigious. 	RERCORD. You're giving into someone else's idea you're not quite onboard with when you say "Prestigious." Make it more reluctant.
 	 	 	Huh... well, gramps was a moonshiner. Made hooch so strong, normal folk couldn't come within a quarter-mile of it. 	Telling an old story. Getting on board with this plan because you're getting to put your stamp on it.
 	 	 	Everyone called him and his boys the "Fire Breathers." Resilient sons-a-guns. What about that? 	Telling an old story. Getting on board with this plan because you're getting to put your stamp on it.
 	 	 	Hmm. Any suggestions? 	Still a bit surprised the direction this conversation has turned, but staying calm.
 	 	 	Green Berets. Smokejumpers. Navy Seals. You want someone to sign up for dangerous duty, needs to be some prestige behind it. 	Brainstorming.
 	 	 	You give 'em a name, a new designation, extra rations, maybe, I'll guarantee you'll get the volunteers you're looking for. 	Brainstorming.
 	 	 	A name? 	The person you're talking to threw out an idea that caught you off guard.
 	 	 	Tell you what you ought to do... you ought to give 'em a name. 	You're now thinking about how you can get this group to succeed.
 	 	 	I understand what I'm asking. 	The person just threw a lot of reasons at you why this is a bad idea. You're aware of the issues.
 	 	 	Anyone you send into all that smoke is going to need training, though. Need to be whip smart if they're gonna survive someplace that hostile. 	You're onboard with this idea now, but there's still a lot of problems with this plan. You're going through them.
 	 	 	And breathing equipment's finicky as hell. Whole lot of care and maintenance if they're gonna be out there for hours, let alone days. 	You're onboard with this idea now, but there's still a lot of problems with this plan. You're going through them.
 	 	 	You're talking about a whole new division here. 	You're onboard with this idea now, but there's still a lot of problems with this plan. You're going through them.
 	 	 	Thank you. 	You got what you wanted. Still remaining civil.
 	 	 	... fine. We got a couple folks from the Charleston Fire Department. 	Begrudingly agreeing to an idea you think is risky (though, after what you just heard, know it's ultimately the right thing to do).
 	 	 	I can talk to them, see what they have to say about gettin' set up for those sorts of operations. 	Begrudgingly agreeing to an idea you think is risky (though, after what you just heard, know it's ultimately the right thing to do).
 	 	 	Most likely they did. But right now we don't know and don't have a safe way of finding out. 	Striving to keep the conversation productive.
 	 	 	And that's why I wanted your help, Melody, on how we can get there. 	Striving to keep the conversation productive.
 	 	 	Bramwell? Come on, now! You really think the Hornwrights or the Garrahans didn't fly off to some private island the moment the air raid sirens turned on? 	Bramwell is where the rich folks live.
 	 	 	I'm not thrilled about sending our people into a place that's actively toxic either... 	The person you're talking to said your idea to start a high-risk fire fighting squad is terrible. You're trying to remain calm.
 	 	 	... but there are whole towns down there we still haven't reached out to: Welch, Beckley, Bramwell. 	The person you're talking to said your idea to start a high-risk fire fighting squad is terrible. You're trying to remain calm.
 	 	 	Good, 'cause now we can get on record that I think this idea's god-damned looney. 	You're being recorded by someone who wants your thoughts on the creation of a high-risk fire fighting squad.
 	 	 	All right. We're recording. 	Getting ready for a conversation you think will be heated.
 	 	 	And, most important, don't come back all crispy. Because I love what I'm looking at right now. 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love. Last line should be really tender.
 	 	 	Just make sure you don't forget the basics with all this fancy new training. Always check your seals. It's stop, drop, then roll. The order's important. 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love.
 	 	 	Heh. Honestly, though... ain't no Responder alive who's a better pick for that crew than you. 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love. Smile while you say this. You're really proud of this woman.
 	 	 	Hey Rita. So, right now, you're asleep, enjoying your last peaceful night's rest for God knows how long... 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love.
 	 	 	... and I thought I'd record something for you to remember me by while you're locked away inside Charleston Fire Department... 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love.
 	 	 	... training for the prestigious opportunity to dive face first into a bunch of mine fires with the rest of those Fire Breather nut jobs. 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love.
 	 	 	But there's no time to waste. Get a move on, recruit. And welcome to the Fire Breathers. 	Talking into a recorder.
 	 	 	That'll grant you access to our internal computer system. Once that's done, your captain should be able to point you to your first assignment. 	Talking into a recorder.
 	 	 	Head back to Charleston Fire Department and have the active captain register you for duty. 	Talking into a recorder.
 	 	 	Hello again, recruit. And congratulations. If you're hearing this, it means you've earned yourself a place in the Fire Breathers. 	Talking into a recorder.
 	 	 	I get this is extreme, but we need to know if you can hack it before you've got a half-dozen other people counting on you. 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	So, time to prove you can put it to good use. Suit-up, strap-in, and move out, recruit. 	Talking into a recorder. Bit of a pep-talk at the end. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	We figured out the Scorched aren't big fans of depleted Ultracite. Took a field trip to AMS HQ to figure out how to make the stuff, but it's the most effective tool we've found for putting them down. 	Talking into a recorder. Put some "umph" on the second sentence. You were the one who went on that "field trip." It sucked. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	But you're not going in empty-handed. Along with your suit, you've been issued a modified 10mm. 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	All you've got to do is survive a little slice of living hell and all the Scorched that call it home. 	Talking into a recorder. Bit of a grim smirk. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	Exam's simple. Reach the bottom of the mine, hit the emergency beacon down there, and come back up. 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	... and the toxicity of the area means there's no better crew to do it than the Fire Breathers. 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	I'm going to try and make this brief - the Scorched coming through Big Bend Tunnel need to be stopped... 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	Welcome, recruit, to your final exam. I'm Hank Madigan, Fire Breather lieutenant. 	Talking into a recorder. Initially puzzled, but then more formal. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	No. Garrahan can wait. You need rest. Head up to Morgantown. That Excavator armor'll still be there. Now go. 	Stern, but caring.
 	 	 	Bingo. You give a day or two, I can head back down there, see what I can- 	Starting to get genuinely excited, ignoring your exhaustion. This is what you live for.
 	 	 	Locals would hopefully be a lot less inclined to shoot first. 	Cracking a joke.
 	 	 	No kidding. But that Excavator armor they made. Ruined the company? Rumor is it's tough as nails, and they've still got the plans on site. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed. Getting excited about what could be a good lead on some new tech.
 	 	 	Could you imagine what a patrol would be like if we could figure out how to make those things? 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed. Getting excited about what could be a good lead on some new tech.
 	 	 	Been a long time since I've heard "good news" and "Garrahan Mining" said back to back. 	Cracking a joke.
 	 	 	Oh. And actual good news. Garrahan Mining. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed.
 	 	 	So we've only lost Welch, Beckley, Lewisburg and everything around 'em. Little blessings, I suppose. 	A bit sarcastic. You just heard not great news, but things aren't actively getting worse.
 	 	 	Ash is piling up faster than we expected. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed.
 	 	 	But going by the maps the earlier teams did, it at least doesn't seem to be spreading anymore. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed.
 	 	 	Sounds about par for the course. Seems there's not a sane mind south of Mount Blair. Anything else? 	Taking a debrief. No nonsense.
 	 	 	Well, I found some more survivors. Started shooting at me the second they saw me, like the rest. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed.
 	 	 	Hmph. So, how's it look out there, Hank? 	"Hmph" - someone just told you you don't need their permission. You're glad they remember that. Line 2- down to business.
 	 	 	You're captain, Melody. Don't need my permission. 	Joking, but covering for your exhaustion. You just got back from a very hard foray into dangerous territory.
 	 	 	You don't mind if I record? 	Turning on a tape recorder.
 	 	 	Oh god. Oh my god. 	You're alone in this mine and now another nuke warning has come on the radio. You're terrified.
 	 	 	Attention citizens. Nuclear strike imminent. Please exit the area at your earliest convenience. Thank you for your cooperation. 	Robotic.
 	 	 	Jesus, George. Don't ... fuck. George! Come back! 	Your coworker just suggested leaving the mine while there are nukes going on outside. Yelling after him as he leaves.
 	 	 	Get off me, Luann! I'm leaving. 	You're deep in a mine and you're terrified because a mine just went off above your heads. Your coworker wants to stay down here.
 	 	 	You don't have the slightest idea what's happening up there! 	Your coworker just suggested leaving the mine while there are nukes going on outside. You think he's out of his mind.
 	 	 	This isn't a vault, Luann! We don't know if this place will hold! 	You're deep in a mine and you're terrified because a mine just went off above your heads. Your coworker wants to stay down here.
 	 	 	Out of here? Are you crazy? We need shelter. This is shelter. 	Your coworker just suggested leaving the mine while there are nukes going on outside.
 	 	 	No. No. No. No. Jesus Christ. We need to get out of here. 	You're deep in a mine and you're terrified because a mine just went off above your heads.
 	 	 	Nuclear strike. It said nuclear strike. 	Quite horror. You just realized your fear was correct - you're deep in a mine and a nuke just went off up above.
 	 	 	What the hell was that? Was that a... 	You're deep in a mine and just felt a massive rumble and heard a blast.
 	 	 	 	Empty. Sound of a nuke explosion above ground should go here.
 	 	 	Something about "convenience." Probably just an ad for Red Rocket, we get 'em all the--- 	You're deep in a mine. Your coworker is freaking out. A strange ad just played on the radio.
 	 	 	What'd it say? 	Concerned. You're deep inside a mine and a strange radio broadcast just came through.
 	 	 	Attention citizens. Nuclear strike imminent. Please exit the area at your earliest convenience. Thank you for your cooperation. 	Robotic.
 	 	 	I don't hear anything. 	Your coworker, deep inside this mine with you, is suddenly very scared. You don't hear what she's hearing.
 	 	 	George. George! You hear that? Listen. 	Concerned. You're deep inside a mine and you think you hear air raid sirens.
 	 	 	And a pile of dead trains. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	Now it's just James. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	Since the world did blow! 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	The trains don't go. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	Waiting in vain. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	So here I sit. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	And I like trains. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	My name is James. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	Boys, there is no 197 from DC. And if you know what's good for you, you'll stop asking questions about it. Now gimme that tape. 	A veiled threat. You're covering up a secret. "One-Ninety-Seven."
 	 	 	But, but that's not true. We saw it. We unloaded the damn thing. 	Confused. You were just told you didn't have the experience you thought you did.
 	 	 	Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but there is no 197 out of DC. Here. Can look at the manifest yourself. 	Cool. You're covering up a secret. "One-Ninety-Seven."
 	 	 	See! I told you, Walter. There's something screwy going on. This is the third shipment this month-- 	Urgent. You want to get this all documented. You just heard a story that confirms a conspiracy you believe. You're cut off.
 	 	 	Yeah. Guy said his name was Grey. Kept asking what I was doing. If I'd seen anything. 	One of your coworkers got real concerned after you told him a story about a train you unloaded.
 	 	 	Wait. The 197? 	You just realized the person talking to you mentioned something they shouldn't have. "One-Ninety-Seven."
 	 	 	And as soon as it's off the train, this creepy guy in a suit comes out of nowhere, starts questioning me. 	One of your coworkers got real concerned after you told him a story about a train you unloaded. Getting a bit more confident.
 	 	 	Uh huh. 	You've been ordered to record this conversation instead of doing your job. Now you're bored.
 	 	 	Uh, yeah. Sure. So we were unloading the 197 from DC. Huge set of containers. Industrial-sized. Locked up like Fort Knox. 	A bit puzzled. One of your coworkers got real concerned after you told him a story about a train you unloaded. "One-Ninety-Seven."
 	 	 	Good. Dan, tell him what you told me. 	Urgent. You want to get this all documented. You just heard a story that confirms a conspiracy you believe.
 	 	 	It's on. 	You've been ordered to record this conversation instead of doing your job. You're irritated.
 	 	 	You got that thing recording, Walter? 	Urgent. You want to get this all documented. You just heard a story that confirms a conspiracy you believe.
 	 	 	You know where to find the Duchess. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	Bring the money to my place in Welch. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	But we don't do deliveries. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	Along with all the nails and safety equipment you could need. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	Wanted to let you know I've procured those tools you and your boys were asking after. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man. Hang on "tools" for a moment.
 	 	 	Hello Mick. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	Pop the Hornwright recruitment booth in downtown Charleston and sign-up today! 	50s salesman
 	 	 	We're looking for talented men ... and gals! ... interested in earning good pay for hard work... 	50s salesman
 	 	 	... keeping Hornwright Industrial's fleet of advanced Auto-Mining robots active and kicking! 	50s salesman
 	 	 	Then its time you joined the Hornwright Industrial Auto-Miner Support Squads! 	50s salesman
 	 	 	Looking for a new career? Like working with your hands? Finding solutions to challenging problems? Fixing complex machinery in exciting environments? 	50s salesman
 	 	 	Yes, ma'am. 	Making that order happen.
 	 	 	Yes, ma'am? 	Ready to take an order.
 	 	 	Go pay Betty a visit. Let her know this is the last credit she's ever getting. 	Long pause before starting. Complete change in attitude. You're cool. Hard. Ruthless.
 	 	 	I'll keep Agent Danger occupied while you make your point crystal clear. 	Cool. Ruthless. "Make your point crystal clear" should be menacing (but don't overdo it. Keep it cool).
 	 	 	... Butch. 	Long pause before starting. Complete change in attitude. You're cool. Hard. Ruthless.
 	 	 	That's my girl. Go quick and you can have Butch's too! 	Yelling as the girl runs out the door.
 	 	 	Agent Danger can do that! 	Very excited. You're about to get a soda, a rare treat.
 	 	 	Agent Danger, would you be willing to take a mission for me? I need three of the coldest, iciest Nuka-Colas they've got down at Wabash's. 	Brightening up. You've got an idea.
 	 	 	If I gave you some money, would you be willing to go get them for me? One of 'em's got your name on it. 	Very sweet.
 	 	 	Uh, I think so, ma'am. 	You're not sure what to make of someone telling you "you're my one weakness in this world."
 	 	 	Because she knows you're my one weakness in this world. 	Sweetly. The child's mother sent her to collect drugs for her. You don't like her using her child like this.
 	 	 	Yes, ma'am. 	
 	 	 	Momma sent you to do her begging. 	A bit disappointed. The child's mother sent her to collect drugs for her. You don't like her using her child like this.
 	 	 	Momma said, go ask Ms. Duchess if she can cop us a two extra tabs of Buffout. Gerald can't work without it and she knows we're good for it. 	Reciting what you were told.
 	 	 	Hmm. I suppose it doesn't. Now, to what do I owe the distinct pleasure? 	This little girl lights up your day every time you see her.
 	 	 	That doesn't sound like a particularly good cookie, ma'am. 	Someone just described you as a "sharp cookie." You're a bit confused, as that sounds awful.
 	 	 	Well, aren't you a sharp cookie. 	Happy to see this little girl, who you know well. She just described out she outwitted her mother.
 	 	 	Yes. Momma said we can't play Agent Tornado anymore. Didn't say anything about Agent Danger. 	Chipper. You're glad to see the woman you're talking to. Proud of yourself that you out thought your mother.
 	 	 	Is that so? 	Happy to see this little girl, who you know well, but previously went by another name.
 	 	 	Yes, ma'am. Agent Tornado's retired. Too much collateral damage during missions. 	Chipper. You're glad to see the woman you're talking to. A little bashful at the end.
 	 	 	Oh, it's Agent Danger today? 	Happy to see this little girl, who you know well, but previously went by another name.
 	 	 	Agent Danger, reporting, ma'am. 	Chipper. You're glad to see the woman you're talking to.
 	 	 	That's where you're wrong, son. 	Cool, but firm. You've got guns trained on these men. They just don't know it yet. Whistle at the end of this line. Gun shots ring out.
 	 	 	Sir, I'm going to ask you one more time. Get back in your house. The only people in trouble are the Kaminskis ... for now. 	No longer yelling, but talking to someone very forcefully. You suddenly feel a whole lot less safe.
 	 	 	You company boys take our jobs. Take our dignity. Now you want our homes, too? I'd say it concerns me plenty. 	Cool, but firm. You've got guns trained on these men. They just don't know it yet.
 	 	 	Sir, this does not concern you. Please step back. 	No longer yelling, but talking to someone very forcefully. You suddenly feel a whole lot less safe.
 	 	 	Don't think they're coming out, boys. 	Cool, but firm. You've got guns trained on these men. They just don't know it yet.
 	 	 	Mr. and Mrs. Armand Kaminski. This is your final warning. Your domicile is situated on top of AMS property. 	Yelling. You're here to evict a family from their home.
 	 	 	You have 15 seconds to exit your home. If you do not do so, my men and I are well within our rights to remove you by force. 	Yelling. You're here to evict a family from their home.
 	 	 	I can't believe we lost. 	
 	 	 	We had one chance to prove that our Excavator Power Armor could beat the Hornwright Auto-Miner, and we blew it. 	
 	 	 	Why Vivian came up with her ridiculous challenge is beyond me. 	
 	 	 	She never even consulted with us first, just rolled it out there like a prize fight. 	
 	 	 	Then the newspapers got a hold of it, and everything blew out of proportion. Now we're the laughingstock of the mining industry. 	
 	 	 	Who in their right mind would buy any products from us after that? No one. 	rhetorical question
 	 	 	So here I am, staring at the phone, waiting for the inevitable call to shut the R&D department down. 	
 	 	 	Vivian betted all our chips on this project, and Garrahan Mining has wiped out. 	
 	 	 	I wonder if Hornwright is hiring. 	
 	 	 	Whew, I'm damn glad that headquarters upgraded the Rockhound's power system. 	
 	 	 	Now that we have reactors installed, we can finally stop depending on the local power grid and diesel engines to keep this baby humming. 	
 	 	 	I can't even count the number of times the machine stalled because of blackouts or the engines quit. 	
 	 	 	Of course, working right next to four nuclear reactors isn't as cozy as it sounds. 	
 	 	 	The engineers say those things are perfectly safe, but they aren't the ones that'll be vaporized after a meltdown. 	
 	 	 	Still, those fat bonuses I've been getting on my paycheck are hard to ignore, so looks like I'll be staying for a while. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, it's almost time to change out the Ignition Cores. I'll record more later if I have the time. 	
 	 	 	I am. Consider this interview my formal resignation. Spread the word, Ms. Carter. All I ask is that my warning goes with it ... and nothing else. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. You realized you have something this woman wants. Leaning into it to get what you want.
 	 	 	Now, if you wouldn't mind. My daughter and I have a lot to do. We're on our own out here, after all. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. Cordially showing her the door.
 	 	 	... I, I meant no offense. You just have to know how this looks from my end. 	You're conducting an interview. You just crossed a line and got yelled at. You're keeping cool.
 	 	 	My health is not the issue here, Ms. Carter! These are peoples' lives! 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. She just crossed a line by implying you might be crazy.
 	 	 	The Executive branch, captains of industry, the Department of Agriculture! I peeked into their world and they threatened my life! My daughter's life! 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. She just crossed a line by implying you might be crazy.
 	 	 	We're just pawns to them! And the only way we survive ... is to step off the board. All I'm asking ... is that you share that message. 	Angry initially, but finally calming yourself.
 	 	 	Senator, I'm not trying to be rude here, but it sounds like you're trying to start a panic, and without evidence, I'm not willing to be a part of that. 	You're conducting an interview. You just heard some out there claims and are skeptical about their truth.
 	 	 	I also have it under the strictest confidence that you've been seen making multiple visits to a certain Charleston neurologist as of... 	You're explaining to this Senator why you're not inclined to believe him (he has early onset dementia). The Senator cuts you off.
 	 	 	You're going to have to, Ms. Carter. I'm trying to save lives, not put more at risk by exposing my sources. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell.
 	 	 	And I'm just supposed to take your word for it? 	You're conducting an interview. You just heard some out there claims and are skeptical about their truth.
 	 	 	This is not some doomsday fever dream, if that's what you're asking, Ms. Carter. I received my information from reliable sources, yes. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell.
 	 	 	Sinister forces? The end is coming? Senator, you're making some big claims here. Do you have evidence to back it up? 	You're conducting an interview. You just heard some out there claims and are skeptical about their truth.
 	 	 	There are sinister forces at work in the halls of government. 	This is your big ptich. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	I and my fellow members of the Free States will no longer be shackled to the putrefying corpse of this nation. 	This is your big ptich. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	Nor should anyone who values their lives. There is only one recourse left for the people of the United States: strike out on your own. 	This is your big pitch. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	Take whatever you can carry, get off the grid and get there fast. The end is coming, Ms. Carter. 	This is your big pitch. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	And when it does, your government has no interest in keeping you safe. 	This is your big pitch. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	What are you talking about Senator? 	Interviewing a controversial and elusive Senator. Genuinely puzzled. The Senator just asked for your help in "saving people."
 	 	 	Leaving was the only way I thought I'd be able to protect my family, Ms. Carter. 	RERECORD. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell. Being interviewed by a member of the press.
 	 	 	But I've since realized that I'd left a lot of other people I care about in grave danger. I was hoping you could help me correct that. 	Asking for help with getting your story out there.
 	 	 	And why is that, Senator? Why did you leave your position so suddenly? 	Interviewing a controversial and elusive Senator. Dialed in. You're going into interview mode.
 	 	 	I apologize for that. Maintaining a low profile is a requirement for us now. 	RERECORD. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell. Being interviewed by a member of the press.
 	 	 	It was ... an experience. Not a lot of my interviews start with a bag over my heard. Just glad it didn't end up being a prank, I suppose. 	Interviewing a controversial and elusive Senator.
 	 	 	Of course, Ms. Carter. I hope the trek wasn't too arduous. 	RERECORD. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell. Being interviewed by a member of the press.
 	 	 	All right. It's recording. Thank you again for reaching out to me. I can't tell you how shocked I was to find out your letter was the real deal. 	Turning on a tape recorder. You're about to interview a controversial and elusive Senator.
 	 	 	We're coming for you. And your family. This was your warning. 	You're trying to scare a local Senator into leaving town.
 	 	 	You've been sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, Samuel. And now you've gone too far. 	You're trying to scare a local Senator into leaving town.
 	 	 	Keeps going like that. Your daughter Judy's a busy woman, Senator. But not hard to find. 	You're trying to scare a local Senator into leaving town.
 	 	 	Noon. Family Medicine rotation, Vault-Tec U Free Clinic. 	You're reading off the school schedule of your target's daughter. You're trying to scare him into leaving town.
 	 	 	10:30 Radiation Therapy Training, Lab 206. 	You're reading off the school schedule of your target's daughter. You're trying to scare him into leaving town.
 	 	 	9 AM - Degenerative Neurological Conditions, Room 121. 	You're reading off the school schedule of your target's daughter. You're trying to scare him into leaving town.
==HolotapeQuest_CT==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Sanjay's log: Tygart Water Treatment. 	About to record some bad news, but nothing that surprised him
 	 	 	Where to begin. This place is so far gone. I mean... how? It's not like this building got nuked or anything. 	Trying to figure out how the water plant could be so damaged
 	 	 	Was this place run by animals? Are people that incompetent? 	
 	 	 	We've got fully corroded purifiers, filters, unused mind you, covered in some... black sludge. 	Disgusted
 	 	 	Maria's not going to be happy about this. 	
 	 	 	Brandon managed to stick me with cleanup duty underneath the Widowmaker. 	Slightly irritated because Brandon's a jerk.
 	 	 	Apparently, some group of kids really lost their lunch on there. 	Kinda laughing at the kids
 	 	 	Typical vomit chain... All it takes is one, and the rest follow suit. 	Thinking how one person vomits, it makes other people vomit.
 	 	 	The pics were priceless by the way. 	This comment is sort of an aside
 	 	 	But the real joke's on Brandon. I found a 100 dollar bill down there plus the usual change. 	Smirking. Feels she got the upper hand in the deal.
 	 	 	People say it's not worth it, but I gotta get out of here somehow... and if sifting through barf for cash makes that work, so be it. 	Determined
 	 	 	Hey Riley, it's mom! Just wanted to send you this holotape you can play in case you miss us. 	
 	 	 	We're so proud of you going on your first big adventure! You're going to have so much fun with all your friends! 	Proud mother
 	 	 	I want you to be sure to listen to everything the scout masters and rangers tell you. 	
 	 	 	Remember, most of them are real people, so you can't throw things at them them like your Ms. Nanny. 	
 	 	 	So I don't want to hear any bad reports or get any phone calls in the middle of the night. 	
 	 	 	Mommy and daddy are on vacation, too, okay? 	
 	 	 	We love you very much, and miss you every day! And remember... Best behavior! 	
 	 	 	Movie idea: Robot Rebellion. A Red Rocket Mega Stop tale of terror. 	Getting an idea for a movie and pitching it to her holotape
 	 	 	With all services automated, who do you turn to when the robots are programmed to kill? 	Getting an idea for a movie and pitching it to her holotape
 	 	 	Eh, last part needs some work, but I'll get Carly to spice it up. Maybe this trip wasn't such a waste after all. 	Going back to her normal voice.
 	 	 	If you think we're just going to reveal our work to an ex-Brotherhood member, think again. 	Not mean, but serious.
 	 	 	You want to see how this system works, then you've got some serious trust to earn. 	
 	 	 	Found some ridiculous robot that upgraded me to a deputy. 	
 	 	 	Jokes on him, I guess. Like I'm going to go grab these bombs and turn them in like some honorable citizen. 	
 	 	 	I'm keeping these babies for myself. Wiring's a bit gunked up, but I think I can make them work. 	
 	 	 	Just going to disarm this switch here to make sure it doesn't -- *explosion* 	The rest of the line is "blow up in my face." We'll be adding an explosion here.
 	 	 	Raleigh gave the all clear. Not sure what I expected, but it definitely wasn't this. 	
 	 	 	I knew the government would get us nuked. Easy population control that you can just blame on the Chinese. 	
 	 	 	Get rid of the unwanted lower class, cherry pick the middle. Leave the government and military to restore whatever order they want. 	
 	 	 	But look at this place. Have fun restoring this infected, mess of a world, you dipshits! 	
 	 	 	Please understand why I chose not to tell you. Abbie, you are smart enough to see our work through till the end. 	Emphasis on "you are" because she is not fully confident.
 	 	 	Calvin, you're turning into such a fine young man. Your mother would've been proud, but not as proud as me. 	
 	 	 	You two take care of each other. You're going to make it through this. I know it. 	
 	 	 	I've been diagnosed with Parkinson's. I've still got plenty of time to live a normal life... well as normal as can be expected... 	
 	 	 	But the time will come where my health will deteriorate and I can no longer care for myself. 	
 	 	 	I love you both tremendously, and you know that... but I will not be a burden to you, my children. Especially in these dark times. 	
 	 	 	If everything has gone according to plan, hopefully my death has meant something. 	
 	 	 	To my dearest Abigayle and Calvin. 	
 	 	 	I've instructed Ella to give you this holotape on the event of my death. Please don't blame anything you're about to hear on her. 	
 	 	 	These are my wishes. Ella has respected them, and I expect you to as well. 	
 	 	 	I miss my mom... and my dad. You guys are supposed to be here. 	
 	 	 	You took me away from my friends and my life all on your stupid promise that things were going to be fine! That this was best! 	
 	 	 	And is it? I can't do this on my own. I don't want to do this on my own. 	Abbie's lowest point.
 	 	 	I just want things back the way they were. 	
 	 	 	Why couldn't we just... stay in our bunkers? Why'd we even have to go out there? 	Abbie's lowest point.
 	 	 	I'd rather eat Cram every day and never see the sun again then be stuck here... alone. 	
 	 	 	Dear holotape. I'm pretty sure... that everyone I know is dead. 	Abbie's lowest point.
 	 	 	If we hadn't bothered with this stupid, stupid system... they'd all still be here. 	
 	 	 	Well, guess what? If you all die, that kinda defeats the purpose! 	
 	 	 	Forget it. There's about a million reasons here, and I seriously can't cover them all. 	Overwhelmed
 	 	 	Maybe the bunker is sinking. Maybe one of those beavers on buffout chewed through the power lines. Maybe the generator just gave up on life. 	Talking to herself still and thinking of all the absurd things that could have happened.
 	 	 	Can't win 'em all, Abbie! Moving on... Another holotape for the trash. 	Giving herself the type of pep talk a parent gives to a kid who lost a game.
 	 	 	Scenario 5. A worst case. This recording means my bunker is running on auxiliary power. 	
 	 	 	You have... ideally four hours, potentially less, to somehow restore power and save this system! 	Struggling with her positivity, but trying to be positive.
 	 	 	Let's see. Generator manual is here. Spare parts at Thunder Mountain, that would be fun. Tools... 	Big sigh at the beginning. Talking to herself. "That would be fun" is very sarcastic. She knows it'd be terrible.
 	 	 	Ok, I can do this. I can do this. It's for them, not for you. I can do it for them. I can do this. 	Start out with sighing, any noises that display frustration. Talking to herself, psyching herself up. "Them" is for her dead friends and family.
 	 	 	Hey there...! Survivor? Bleh, equally terrible. 	Big breath , clearing throat before starting. Enthusiasm turns to awkwardness, turns to self criticizing.
 	 	 	Welcome to my humble bunker where we're all dead! By the way, how about you do a crap ton of super dangerous work that I promise you is worth it? 	Up beat, friendly, but completely sarcastic because she's noting how futile this entire plan is.
 	 	 	You're on board, right? Of course you are, because the fate of humanity depends on it! 	Friendly/happy sarcasm.
 	 	 	And my work here is done! 	Happy enthusiasm, but knowing she's got a TON of work to do.
 	 	 	Howdy stranger! Er... oh god, I can't believe I said that. This is stupid. 	Clears throat at the beginning. This is Abbie's very first holotape.
 	 	 	You're all alone. No one to hear, no one judging... and you can't say a simple line. Great. 	Talking to herself, scolding.
 	 	 	We've been working on this detection system for so long now, I feel like we'll never see the end of it. 	
 	 	 	Detectors, lures, uplinks. I think I'd rather die then head back to another relay tower at this rate. 	
 	 	 	But Raleigh and Niraj say it's worth it, and I believe them. 	
 	 	 	Those Scorched are nasty business... 	
 	 	 	And if I had the means to let people know they're coming, and better yet, maybe take a Scorchbeast out along the way? 	
 	 	 	Hell yeah, I'd say that's worth it. 	
 	 	 	I feel like it's been non-stop missions for a while now. 	
 	 	 	Gather supplies, head out, take a beating, set up a thing, take a few more beatings, come home, heal up... rinse and repeat. 	
 	 	 	Most days, I'm not even sure how we're still alive. 	
 	 	 	Some of these survivors proved they aren't completely worthless, too. 	
 	 	 	One guy, Duncan, turned out to be a decent hunter, and another gal, Kendyll, she's a better shot than me. 	
 	 	 	Still, you look at these people struggling here and just think... You bastards had your chance. 	
 	 	 	We practically spelled it out for you and you just turned up your noses and called us crazy. 	
 	 	 	Bunch of idiots... 	
 	 	 	Things are finally starting to shape up around here at Harpers Ferry. 	
 	 	 	We got a lot of defenses up and running, a real perimeter, and people taking lookout shifts. 	
 	 	 	Niraj is working on some new contraption to help with these brutal storms that sweep through. He said they could filter the air or something. 	
 	 	 	And Ella's got a decent clinic set up with the help of the Responders. 	
 	 	 	It makes me feel like maybe Raleigh was right, and we can have a real go at this. 	
 	 	 	They seem to have realized what we knew all along... that the government wasn't going to lift a finger to help clean up this mess. 	Disgusted with the government.
 	 	 	The Responders have been at it from the start with no sign of order, so they took it upon themselves to organize and help those in need. 	
 	 	 	It's also a relief to no longer be the only one with a real medical background and training. 	
 	 	 	Derek said he can bring back some supplies and help out a bit. At least until we're more settled. 	Hopeful
 	 	 	Lucy's been a great help, but her training as an aesthetician can only go so far. 	hopeful/tired
 	 	 	May 2, 2080. Jesus I'm tired. Ever since we agreed to help rebuild Harpers, it's just been non-stop work. 	Exhausted from work.
 	 	 	These people are in some bad shape. Some are improving, but it pains me to see our supplies dwindle. 	
 	 	 	It's just that logical knowledge of knowing you packed for four and then suddenly you need to provide for eight. 	Slight worry.
 	 	 	On the bright side, we met a guy named Derek the other day who said he's with a group of people called the Responders. 	Hopeful
 	 	 	I've started taking samples for analysis. Hopefully, the plants can still be used for some good old holistic treatments. 	Speaking more as a scientist
 	 	 	Raleigh's getting to work on a series of tests for the water and soil. I guess we can count ourselves lucky the air's breathable. 	
 	 	 	But this place... I grew up here and I barely recognize it. There's no way we were prepared for this. 	Kind of in awe of what she's seeing, but also knowing the potential dangers.
 	 	 	Toxicity levels, slight mutations, yes. But I'm telling you, Darwin would lose his mind out here. 	Fascinated again.
 	 	 	July 15, 2079. Wow. Who would've thought a little radiation would turn this world upside down? 	Fascinated as a scientist.
 	 	 	We were down in those bunkers for what, a couple years? There's no way radiation did all this all by itself in that amount of time. 	Emphasis on the "alls" in "ALL this ALL by itself"
 	 	 	I mean, first off, this place is crawling with these orange-red vines, the likes of which there is no precedent for. 	Fascinated
 	 	 	I saw a toad that wouldn't fit in a bathtub, a 12 point with two heads, be still my heart, and insects you don't even want to know about. 	Fascinated and slightly disgusted. Ella has done her fair share of hunting. She'd love to mount those heads on her wall.
 	 	 	I was your best friend for over forty years. I trusted you to help me see this through... 	
 	 	 	If you acted like you gave a half a damn about anything besides yourself you could've helped me. 	
 	 	 	Maybe I never would've made the decision rebuild Harpers Ferry. Maybe half my family would still be alive... 	
 	 	 	Sam, where the hell are you? I could really use my best friend right now. 	Big sigh at the beginning. Addressing Sam, his best friend, who is MIA. More sad than angry.
 	 	 	This was our thing, you know. We were in this together. 	
 	 	 	Then you started in with the secrets, the no shows... You practically shoved Emily out the door, and now you're doing it to me? 	Frustrated. Emily was Sam's wife.
 	 	 	It's been... two weeks since I lost Trish and Marty. 	First time talking about losing his wife and oldest daughter.
 	 	 	Two weeks since we lost Harpers to those... things... those Scorched and that... nightmare. 	"Nightmare" is a Scorchbeast.
 	 	 	Two weeks of keeping it together for Mike and Megan... and all the others. 	Trying to be a strong father to his remaining two kids and leader to the other Free States members.
 	 	 	Derek told us they've been hitting up the Responders for manpower and supplies and not taking no for an answer. 	Thinking out loud to himself.
 	 	 	Well, they've got another thing coming if they try that over here, and we need to be ready. 	
 	 	 	I think it's time we claimed the Armory as our own territory. 	Thinking out loud to himself.
 	 	 	I'll need to get Eddie and Niraj to help out with some security measures. 	
 	 	 	Survivors are gonna hate it, but we gotta protect our own, especially against the damn Brotherhood. 	
 	 	 	Having said all this out loud, I think I've finally come to a decision. 	
 	 	 	Now it's just going to be a matter of persuading the others that it's a good idea. 	
 	 	 	Long story short, the town is a mess. People are dying. They need our "expertise," which I just took to mean help, supplies, you name it. 	
 	 	 	So I grabbed Marty and went out there to have a look, and yeah. It's bad. 	
 	 	 	Maybe... Had I only gone alone, maybe I could keep this hidden from everyone... But Marty couldn't hold back her tears for those folks. 	
 	 	 	I was approached today by Miranda Vox. 	
 	 	 	Yep, the same woman who told me to shove my "movement" where the sun don't shine and get the hell out of "her" town. 	
 	 	 	She may be mayor of Harpers Ferry, or what's left of it, but I'm the one who's lived there all my life. 	
 	 	 	Grudges aside, she came asking for help. 	
 	 	 	Look, if this is as big as you think it is, the Fire Breathers can handle any Raiders. 	Serious and determined.
 	 	 	But I need to know how this system works and see it in action first. 	Serious and determined
 	 	 	It's true, Hank. And this system would be done if it weren't for those damn Raiders. 	Irritated at Madigan's doubt. "Difficult" refers to the Raiders getting in their way.
 	 	 	This is a real game changer, Raleigh... if what you say is true. 	Getting serious.
 	 	 	It doesn't just lure them down. We found some research and tech at one of the Brotherhood's old outposts. 	Explaining
 	 	 	Ella realized if we can blast a Scorchbeast with a certain frequency, it disorients it long enough for us to go in and take it out. 	
 	 	 	Niraj and Abbie started work on the tech. We tested it. And it works. 	Says the last sentence with a pride.
 	 	 	Whoa, you're telling me you're luring those things down? You've got some balls, Free States. 	
 	 	 	Even with your numbers, taking on a beast is no easy task. 	
 	 	 	What you nearly broke was a Scorchbeast lure. It's the best defense we have against them. 	Explaining, more as a teacher/scientist then someone upset
 	 	 	Hey, you guys are always holed up in your bunkers, how else can I get your attention? 	Casually speaking, almost joking.
 	 	 	Besides, a crazy contraption like that? Of course I'm gonna try to figure it out. 	
 	 	 	And by the way you guys came out fully armed and ready to fight, I'm guessing it's pretty big. 	Smirking
 	 	 	All right, Madigan, you want to explain why we found you out there tampering with our stuff? 	Not angry or threatening, they aren't enemies, but still a bit stern
 	 	 	I got it, Eddie, it's recording... Jesus. 	Slightly whispered. Frustrated because she's competent and doesn't appreciate being treated like she isn't.
 	 	 	Is it recording? Make sure it's recording. 	Slightly whispered. Wants to be sure he gets this conversation with Madigan, who they just ran into and agreed to talk.
 	 	 	I... I don't even know how to say it... but JD's dead... I... I've murdered my own brother. 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	After I found out he'd been stealing our supplies for Brianna Hawke, I couldn't wait, so I rushed out and found him scouting the ridge. 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	I... I have a hard time remembering the rest. 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	I don't know if he slipped, or I pushed too hard, but my brother... he fell... he's dead and it's all my fault. 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	When Brianna found out what happened, she gathered her group and hit the cabin with everything they had. They wanted me dead. 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	I killed them all, but they got in a lucky shot, and I don't think I'm going to last much longer. Probably better this way. 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	This whole thing... what I did... it reminds me of a passage I read in the Bible once. 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	"Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer; and you know that no murderer has eternal life present in him." 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	I guess... I proved that one right. 	Sad and weak. You're dying from a gunshot wound.
 	 	 	It's been weeks since I chased off Brianna Hawke, and I feel like I've wasted all of it trying to convince JD that he was better off without her. 	
 	 	 	I finally thought I was getting through, until I was cleaning up our cabin and found the goddamn notes they'd been passing to each other. 	
 	 	 	Instead of heading out to hunt, that hijo de perra's been stabbing me in the back by giving Brianna some of our supplies! 	Just in case: http://www.spanishdict.com/translate/hijo%20de%20perra
 	 	 	After everything I've sacrificed for our family, how could he do this to me?! 	
 	 	 	When he gets back from today's "hunt" we're going to have a little chat about Brianna Hawke. And this time, I'm not going to just look the other way.	
 	 	 	We were at our bunker when the Scorchbeasts attacked Harpers Ferry. It took them less than an hour to burn the place down. 	
 	 	 	When the attack was over, I thought Brianna was dead and that JD would return to his old self. When he didn't, I became suspicious. 	
 	 	 	Then Brianna shows up at our cabin with a small group of survivors and everything became clear. 	
 	 	 	She had conned JD, played him this entire time, pretending to love him to give herself and her friends an invite to our bunker. 	
 	 	 	Well, there was no way I was going to let that happen. I told her she could march right back to her cave and find her own place to survive. 	
 	 	 	When JD tried to stop me, I had to knock him out. That's when Brianna's people pushed back, and I fired some shots into the air to scare them away. 	
 	 	 	Now I have to deal with JD, and damn is he going to be pissed. 	
 	 	 	For the past few years, my brother's been bummed out - like really sad, you know? 	
 	 	 	Personally, I don't think he's ever recovered from watching the world end. Hell, I don't think any of us have. 	
 	 	 	I tried to talk to him about it, but he kept pushing me away and changing the subject. 	
 	 	 	But after JD met Brianna Hawke in Harpers Ferry, things turned around. I guess she helped him out by giving him a different shoulder to cry on. 	
 	 	 	Why JD's more comfortable with her than his own brother, I'll never know. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, I'm kind of angry, maybe even a little jealous, but I'm going to let it go for his sake. 	
 	 	 	Still, there's something about Brianna that bugs me, so I'm going to keep an eye on her. 	
 	 	 	When my brother JD & I answered the call to head into Harpers Ferry, we expected to find an organized Free States stronghold. 	
 	 	 	Now that we're here, it's obvious that no one knows what the hell they're doing. 	
 	 	 	The other Free States families are wasting precious resources trying to restore Harpers Ferry and create a safe haven for survivors. 	
 	 	 	Instead, they should be turning the town into a fort and stockpiling supplies to prep for the long haul. 	
 	 	 	We'll still pitch in, but we don't plan on sticking around long to see what happens. 	
 	 	 	We don't think that Harpers Ferry will ever be safe, so we're going to use our share of the supplies to reinforce the bunker at our cabin. 	
 	 	 	I don't know if I'm sick, or I'm dying, but my body has changed. 	
 	 	 	I've sought help, but people laugh at my appearance or turn me away. 	
 	 	 	I'm what people are calling a "ghoul," a name that sickens me to my stomach. 	
 	 	 	I've been chased out of my own home, and now I'm running from place to place hiding like a criminal. 	
 	 	 	A week ago, I was begging for food and was almost shot by someone who didn't want me near them. Well, I've had enough. 	
 	 	 	I found a note from someone named Lucy Harwick. She claims to run a place where people like me can go to live their life without being afraid. 	
 	 	 	I'm going to head out to Valley Galleria to see if it's true. I hope to god that it is, because I don't know how much more of this I can take. 	
 	 	 	As my study of Hopewell Cave continues, I'm struck by the atypical nature of this Adena-based burial complex. 	Adena = ah-dee-nah
 	 	 	The Adena culture generally buried their dead in large mounds and similar hill-shaped earthworks. 	
 	 	 	Due to the primitive nature of the tools from 1000 to 200 BC, stone carving was not yet a part of their society. 	
 	 	 	However, archeologists who investigated this "skull cave" site removed remains and artifacts belonging to the Adena culture. 	
 	 	 	I wonder if it's possible that the remains of the Adena people were moved to this location well after their society ceased to exist? 	self-pondering a question
 	 	 	For one culture to treat another's with such reverence is unusual at best. I will continue my research to discover more. 	
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