CaravanGuard.txt

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==DialogueBunkerHillGenericNPCs==
#	Dialogue topic	Form ID	Prompt 	Response
 	 	 	I saw a synth. Walking around in Diamond City. Shit, only a matter of time before they come back here and finish the job. 	
 	 	 	With the Institute unchecked... I'm looking for my one way trip out of here. 	
 	 	 	If Kessler was smart, she'd pack everything up before the Institute comes. 	
 	 	 	They say they got those Paladins in Diamond City. Sooner or later they'll be here, too. 	
 	 	 	Too bad Liberty Prime's still standing. I could make a mint in salvage. 	
 	 	 	The Brotherhood is making my route safer. Thank god for them. 	
 	 	 	The Railroad. They took out the Institute? Those synth lovers couldn't even tie their own shoes. 	
 	 	 	Synths. Institute. Prydwen. Who the hell cares? Businesses keep running either way. 	
 	 	 	So the Railroad blew up the Prydwen. The Institute sabotaged that blimp, pure and simple. 	
 	 	 	Kessler mobilized a lot of us caravan hands. We won that battle against the Institute. 	
 	 	 	Bunker Hill's finest hour was shoving that fusion reactor up the Institute's ass. 	
 	 	 	You the one who led our boys against the Institute. Shit. 	
 	 	 	I can't believe the Minutemen were able to do something useful for once. 	
 	 	 	For what they did to the Institute... Maybe those Minutemen assholes ain't too bad. 	
 	 	 	Yet again the Minutemen kicked the shit out of the Institute. They'll never let us forget that. 	
 	 	 	With the Institute gone, I almost feel safe at night. 	
 	 	 	People say the Institute's gone. But how can they be so sure? 	
 	 	 	Looks like the Institute's never going to attack us again. 	
 	 	 	Traders been trying for ages to make a deal with Vault 81 to open the door. Whoever can make that deal's going to be rich.	
 	 	 	Stay clear of Parsons, the asylum. Some nasty assholes shoot everything that comes near them. 	
 	 	 	The ghoul whale is real. Ol' Peg. Right outside the harbor. Dark and ominous things swim the deep. 	
 	 	 	I still got nightmares of those synths... materializing? 	
 	 	 	We got to do something about the Brotherhood. They're a god-damned menace. 	
 	 	 	I thought Kessler ran a good thing here, but after that firefight with the Institute... 	
 	 	 	Joe keeps trying to hire someone for some damned fool errand. 	
 	 	 	If you don't mind a hell of a lot of danger Deb's got work. 	
 	 	 	Fresh from the Vault, hey blue? Better make sure Deb doesn't rob you blind. 	
 	 	 	Jesus. You're like a walking tank. 	
 	 	 	Uh, listen I got no beef with anyone in that getup. 	
 	 	 	That Pip-Boy of yours still works? That's a serious piece of hardware there. 	
 	 	 	Fresh from the Vault, hey blue? Better make sure Deb doesn't rob you blind. 	
 	 	 	I'm just here between jobs. 	
 	 	 	You're not with my caravan, so don't bother me. 	
 	 	 	Look, I'm trying to relax. Been on the road a long time. 	
 	 	 	Almost ready to do another circuit. Only lost two men on the last one. 	
 	 	 	Hey, no offense, but you ain't caravan folk. Beat it. 	
 	 	 	Caravans ain't exactly the "get to know you" type. Less heartache that way. 	
 	 	 	That a Pip-Boy? Haven't seen one of those in forever. 	
 	 	 	Hey, smart keeping your weapon handy, but I think you're overdoing it. 	
 	 	 	Can't believe Kessler keeps this town together. Between the caravan bosses and the raiders. Yeesh. 	
 	 	 	You ever see one of our caravans on the road? It's a dice with death. Everytime. 	
 	 	 	Bunker Hill is like home away from home. Only place caravan folk have to mingle together, you know? 	
 	 	 	Not now, chief. 	
 	 	 	Busy here. 	
 	 	 	Got a problem? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, what? 	
 	 	 	 	
==ConvBunkerHillGenericNPC01==
#	Dialogue topic	Form ID	Prompt 	Response 	
 	 	 	You know my rifle, belonged to my grandpappy. Bravest son-of-a-bitch that walked the 'Wealth. That's a fact. 	 	
 	 	 	He used to make the odd cap back in the day by gathering mirelurk eggs by the beach. 	Bullshit. 	
 	 	 	No. It's good money if you're quick enough or good with a gun. And he was both. 	 	
 	 	 	But he stopped doing it for good the day he saw Ol' Peg. with his own two eyes. 	Ol' Peg? Is that supposed to mean something?	
 	 	 	You don't know of Ol' Peg? You've covered enough miles to know first-hand that radiation ravages all living things in its own way. 	 	
 	 	 	But no one wonders... about the deep blue sea. 	 	
 	 	 	So one day my grandpappy was egging. It was a foul day, fog so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. 	 	
 	 	 	He was stumbling along and then he heard a tremendous clamoring. From the ocean. Like nothing he ever heard before or since. 	 	
 	 	 	He stood still for a long time and the fog cleared for a brief moment. And that's when he saw the outline of the great behemoth. 	 	
 	 	 	Massive... bigger than anything you or I will ever see. Ol' Peg. A giant blue ghoul whale. 	A ghoul whale? 	
 	 	 	As the fog gathered, he saw that great beast submerge back into the deep. And my grandpappy fled for the first and last time in his life.	 	
 	 	 	Ask any of the old timers and they'll all agree - something ancient and terrifying haunts the sea. 	 	
==CaravanBase==
#	Dialogue topic	Form ID	Prompt 	Response
 	 	 	I saw a synth. Walking around in Diamond City. Shit, only a matter of time before they come back here and finish the job.	
 	 	 	With the Institute unchecked... I'm looking for my one way trip out of here. 	
 	 	 	Oh, I have a little bit of everything... 	
 	 	 	Got plenty to sell, if you're interested. 	
 	 	 	Head down. We got action. 	
 	 	 	Sometimes I hate this job. 	
 	 	 	Keep the cargo safe. 	
 	 	 	Time to earn my pay. 	
 	 	 	We ain't easy pickings, asshole. 	
 	 	 	Hitting my caravan is your last mistake. 	
 	 	 	No one's getting iced on my watch. 	
 	 	 	I survived everything the 'Wealth's ever thrown at me. 	
 	 	 	Don't eye the brahmin if you got any sense. 	
 	 	 	Business is good. 	
 	 	 	Let me know if you want something. 	
 	 	 	Good caps to be made protecting folk. 	
 	 	 	Too many miles on the road. At least the pay is terrible. 	
 	 	 	Make a move and I'll end you, wastelander. 	
 	 	 	The only way you get old in this job is assume everyone's out to kill you. 	
 	 	 	Hey, at least it's honest work. 	
 	 	 	Stick to the roads and you got a better chance of surviving. 	
==DialogueGeneric==
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