Wicker/Dialogue

==XPD_Pitt01_Mission==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Somehow there's never enough steel to go around in the Steel City. 	
 	 	 	Back to work, Wick, no more loafing around. 	
 	 	 	Maybe I should get an apprentice or something. 	
 	 	 	Damn if they don't work me to the bone in here. 	
 	 	 	What happened to keeping us all safe? 	
 	 	 	Those things... (shudders) 	
 	 	 	Man, I didn't sign up for this shit. 	
 	 	 	Hey. Name's Wicker. You look like a new face to me. What can I do for you, New Face? 	
 	 	 	Got a job for me? Or just want to talk? 	
 	 	 	Come back to chat? 	
 	 	 	Any pure steel ingots in that bag for me? Hm? 	
 	 	 	Hey, got those ingots for me yet? 	
 	 	 	Hey, uh... What can I do for you? 	Shocked by recent Trog attack
 	 	 	You still want to talk, huh? After what just happened? 	Shocked by recent Trog attack
 	 	 	I bet that's all of the ingots lying around outside. Maybe there are more inside the Foundry? 	
 	 	 	That should be plenty of ingots. I can't wait to get my hands on those... Bring them to me when you get back! 	
 	 	 	I think you've wrung the Foundry dry of ingots, but there may be more outside. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, if you're up for it. 	
 	 	 	I could always use more pure cast steel ingots. We've also had a supply cache stolen by the Fanatics. Taking that back would be huge. 	
 	 	 	Later. I hope. 	
 	 	 	Well, as long as you're asking... Grab me some steel ingots from around the Foundry if you can. And pick up any stolen supplies you may run across inside. 	
 	 	 	Not at all. Shoot. 	
 	 	 	More steel for the cause? Thanks! 	
 	 	 	You still here? 	
 	 	 	Hey, you got time to help me out here? 	
 	 	 	A new face? Huh! That's rare. 	
 	 	 	You, uh, found me some ingots yet, New Face? 	
 	 	 	Good luck out there. You'll need it. 	
 	 	 	Thanks again. I'll put this steel to good use. 	
 	 	 	Thanks. You've been a big help. 	
 	 	 	Can't wait to put these ingots to use. 	
 	 	 	Hey, New Face is back! What's hangin', New Face? 	
 	 	 	Thank you. You didn't have to go through with this after... what happened. I appreciate it. 	
 	 	 	You are NOT taking me today! 	
 	 	 	Oh no, oh no no no... 	
 	 	 	This is not supposed to be my job! 	
 	 	 	Holy -- ah, that stings... 	
 	 	 	Gah! Dammit, that hurts! 	
 	 	 	Urgh... 	
 	 	 	Oh no no no no... 	
 	 	 	Please... Please, no... 	
 	 	 	Urgh... Uff... 	
 	 	 	Gaaah! 	
 	 	 	This wasn't what I wanted... 	
 	 	 	Anything for you, New Face. 	
 	 	 	Look, no offense, but Appalachia steel isn't Steel City steel, right? 	
 	 	 	The steel we cast here in Pittsburgh before the War is Grade A quality, no impurities. We need that quality to stand up to the Pitt. 	
 	 	 	Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I'm "mister odd job" to the crew. Lately I've been hunting for useful materials. When no Fanatics are around, that is.	
 	 	 	Yup. 	
 	 	 	Whoa, whoa, whoa... Where did you learn your manners? You never ask a man about his name. It just isn't done... 	
 	 	 	Bring me pure cast steel ingots. There should be plenty laying around the Industrial District and Foundry -- inside and out. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics are keeping supplies they stole from us inside the Foundry. Recover those if you can. 	
 	 	 	Bring me steel ingots -- they're laying around the area -- and recover our stolen supplies from inside the Foundry. Thanks in advance. 	
 	 	 	Really? That's incredible. Thank you! 	
 	 	 	I'll be here, toiling away. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics are always looking for ways to make our lives hell. Stealing our stuff is a favorite tactic. 	
 	 	 	They have control over most of the city now, so none of our caravans or storehouses are truly safe. 	
 	 	 	That means we lose supplies to their daily raids all the time. 	
 	 	 	One of our storehouses got hit recently. We know the raiders are keeping what they stole inside the Foundry, but we don't have the means to recover them. 	
 	 	 	If you could get those supplies back for us, it would mean a lot. 	
 	 	 	This here is the Steel City. Or used to be, anyway. 	
 	 	 	Steel is one thing that's everywhere, but we're racing the Fanatics to get our hands on the good stuff. 	
 	 	 	See, pure cast pre-war steel, with no impurities, is worth its weight in gold to us. And it's just lying around out there, waiting to be picked up. 	
 	 	 	Bring me some of that steel, and you'll have my gratitude, and the rest of the Union's. 	
 	 	 	It'll keep us alive another day. Thank you. Sincerely. 	
Category:Expeditions: The Pitt dialogue files