Hex (Expeditions: The Pitt)/Dialogue

==XPD_Pitt01_Mission==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I know my fighters are in there somewhere. Probably rotting away in guarded cells. 	
 	 	 	There's gotta be a warden with a key. Hunt 'em down, take the key, and use it to free those prisoners. 	
 	 	 	Oh, and they might not keep them all together, so look around, make sure you don't miss anyone. 	
 	 	 	We need to do whatever we can to trash that chem lab. I have a few ideas. 	
 	 	 	There should be plenty of Chemical Contaminant lying around to pour into the weapons stockpile. 	
 	 	 	The factory should also be storing Sealing Agent, which you can use to gum up the distribution station. 	
 	 	 	And the workers there will have Unstable Mixtures you can add to the testing vat to ruin any R&D they have going. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics are using the Foundry's crucibles to brew up toxic chems to use in their weapons. 	
 	 	 	Those weapons are aimed at us. We need to sabotage those chem vats. 	
 	 	 	Find something you can chuck in there to ruin their supply. I'm sure they have barrels of who-knows-what that will do the trick. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics have been brewing up something nasty in the Foundry. Our scouts say they've shipped in poisonous chems to use in their weapons. 	
 	 	 	That poison has our names written all over it. I need you to blast it to smithereens. 	
 	 	 	Hey, just wanted to- What the hell is that? 	
 	 	 	(monstrous groaning, commotion) 	Trogs are attacking Hex's base
 	 	 	You'd better get back here. Fast. 	
 	 	 	Get back here as soon as you can. We've got another Trog... (sigh) Right on schedule. 	
 	 	 	Hey, come straight back. We've got a Trog spotting. Gonna need every gun we can get. 	
 	 	 	Seems we can't catch a break. More Trogs coming. You need to get back here, pronto. 	
 	 	 	The Foundry Fanatics won't mess with us again any time soon. You're a hero, pal. You bought us the time we need to regroup and live another day. 	
 	 	 	Head on back to the Penn for a debrief, but don't let your guard down. Never let your guard down. 	
 	 	 	Those hunters are out of the picture? Good riddance. 	
 	 	 	Head on over to our base in the Penn and we can talk about what comes next. 	
 	 	 	Those supplies will help replace what was stolen. That's a relief. 	
 	 	 	Head back to the Penn and we can talk about hitting the Foundry next. 	
 	 	 	The saboteur is safe? That's great to hear. 	
 	 	 	Meet me back at our base in the Penn and we'll go over the next part of the battle plan. 	
 	 	 	Holy fuck! 	
 	 	 	I'm no stranger to post-War horror, but that was... Shit. Guess I've gotten too comfortable. 	
 	 	 	Good fucking riddance. 	
 	 	 	Goddamn. Hate those things. 	Referring to Trogs
 	 	 	Could go my whole life without seeing another one of those brutes. 	
 	 	 	Hope this isn't going to stay a pattern. 	
 	 	 	I don't know what that monster is, but it's sure as hell not friendly! (battle cry) 	
 	 	 	Trog incoming! Give it hell! 	
 	 	 	You're right on time. Vaporize this thing! 	
 	 	 	Best defense is a good offense. 	
 	 	 	There's Fanatics out there just waiting to have their death wish answered. 	
 	 	 	*heavy cough* 	Her health is affected by the Pitt's toxic environment
 	 	 	That's our Foundry. Ours. 	
 	 	 	No end to this fight. Heh... Least I got a good use for my fists. 	
 	 	 	New act in the freak show, huh? The Wasteland never runs out of ideas. 	
 	 	 	I won't let my guard down again. 	
 	 	 	Wonder if the Fanatics know anything about those monsters? Heh... not that it matters. 	
 	 	 	Looks like I really can count on you. 	
 	 	 	You've always got my back. Thanks again. 	
 	 	 	So you're the one Skippy sent, yeah? I'm Hex, leader of the Union's Local 42. We spoke on the radio as you flew in. 	The Local 42 is a Union freedom fighter cell in the Pitt, recalling real world unions
 	 	 	Hey, are you here to help, or...? 	
 	 	 	I'll admit, I had my doubts about getting outside help. But you really showed up out there. 	
 	 	 	Makes me feel better about sending you inside the Foundry. The place is crawling with Fanatics. 	
 	 	 	It's like a pest infestation, but worse. Pests don't kidnap our people. 	
 	 	 	You ready to head inside the Foundry, or what? 	
 	 	 	No time to dilly-dally. 	
 	 	 	You ready to roll? Or are you just messing with me? 	
 	 	 	We were taken by surprise. Damn it! This wasn't the victory toast I imagined. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for your help again. You got here in the nick of time. 	
 	 	 	Good work here. And at the Foundry. You're really pulling through for us. 	
 	 	 	Appreciate your help. Hope to see you back here again soon. 	
 	 	 	Hey, you showed them up again. Good work. Next is the Foundry. 	
 	 	 	Glad you came back in one piece. You ready for the Foundry, then? 	
 	 	 	Let me know when you're ready to take on the Foundry. 	
 	 	 	You made your preparations? We don't got all day. 	
 	 	 	You gonna say goodbye, or just walk away again? 	
 	 	 	Still need something? 	
 	 	 	Think our business is done here. 	
 	 	 	Back for more, huh? Well I'd be lying if I said I wasn't grateful. 	
 	 	 	You're just in time to help with something. 	
 	 	 	If it isn't my favorite Appalachian. Into the Pitt again? Well, we can use the help, so I won't complain. 	
 	 	 	Hey, you're back to help out again. Good timing, we've got Fanatics all over the place, as usual. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for being here. Couldn't save everyone, but... we tried. 	
 	 	 	Well, this... *sigh* Good work at the Foundry, again, anyway. That's one mission accomplished, at least. 	
 	 	 	Damn, more casualties... I... Sorry, it's not your fault. 	
 	 	 	Thought you'd never ask. 	
 	 	 	Before you head out, you might want to talk to our guy Wicker. Heard he needed help with some things that he can't see to himself. 	
 	 	 	The Penn? It's a Union base. A temporary one, at least. By now the Fanatics hold most of the better secured areas in the Pitt. 	
 	 	 	You and I do our jobs well, then someday we can move next door, into the Foundry. Don't let us down, yeah? 	
 	 	 	Watch yourself in there. We'll hold the fort and make sure no surprises head your way. Good luck. 	
 	 	 	They're rounding up anyone who can't defend themselves, forcing them to do manual labor. 	
 	 	 	If I had it my way, I'd give them all a molten-hot taste of their own... 	
 	 	 	Sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away. 	
 	 	 	The Foundry used to be ours, you know. The old hands hid caches around the place with all their important schematics and planning docs. 	
 	 	 	We still have tracking signals we can use to hunt them down. Going to need you to do that next. 	
 	 	 	We have some people on the inside telling us the Fanatics are planning something big. 	
 	 	 	If we can steal their detailed plans, that will be a big help in the coming fight. 	
 	 	 	Get inside and find their safes. Crack 'em open and snatch those plans for me. 	
 	 	 	What's that supposed to mean? 	
 	 	 	I don't know what kind of utopia you think you came from, but from what I've heard, Appalachia's got plenty of problems of its own. 	
 	 	 	Nukes all over, monsters with green crystals growing out of their skin... This place may have thick air and rads out the ass, but it's home. 	
 	 	 	And once we beat the Fanatics, we're gonna make it better than it ever was. That much I can promise. 	
 	 	 	Hate's not a strong enough word. Those jagoffs have their minds set on making this place a living hell for everyone outside their little cabal. 	
 	 	 	We have to take it back. No hesitation, no mercy. Not for them. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics think they own this place, and everyone in it. 	
 	 	 	They're raiders, tyrants, and more. Used to be just a bunch of small gangs who couldn't do any real damage by themselves. 	
 	 	 	Until some "great leader" showed up and united them. Life in the Pitt's never been the same since. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics have posted assassins all over town. They're out targeting me and our other leaders. 	
 	 	 	Hunt them down and take them out. That should let us move freely again. 	
 	 	 	The depot is just down the road. The supply shipment should be inside, but it's heavily guarded. 	
 	 	 	If you can secure it and send a signal to our scavenger team, they can come in to retrieve the cargo after you've cleared out the guards. 	
 	 	 	The saboteur is waiting near the shipping yard. The code phrase is "sea lion." 	
 	 	 	Keep him alive while he carries out his mission. That reckless bastard is tough. He won't die easy, but he'll need the help. 	
 	 	 	Hey! Over here! 	
 	 	 	(whistles) Over here! 	
 	 	 	Hey! This way! 	
 	 	 	Alright, I need to get moving. Give 'em hell and show no mercy. Let's talk again when you're through. 	
 	 	 	I'm out checking in on our informants. Got a tip on some munitions stockpiles in the shipping yard up the road. 	
 	 	 	I have to keep doing the rounds, but I have a saboteur in place who's gung-ho about blowing that stockpile to smithereens. 	
 	 	 	He could use an escort so he doesn't get turned to dust himself. 	
 	 	 	You're here to help, right? Can you handle this for me? 	
 	 	 	I was meeting an informant of ours in the area, only it didn't go so hot. My spy's dead, and I nearly bit the bullet with them. 	
 	 	 	Now this place is crawling with manhunters out to get me. 	
 	 	 	Listen, I need to get to base and get patched up. 	
 	 	 	Since you're here to help, think you could take out those hunters for me? Get a little revenge? 	
 	 	 	I've been doing the rounds, meeting our informants. People on the inside, helping us stay one step ahead of the Fanatics. 	
 	 	 	Just got word that they're getting a shipment into the supply depot up ahead. The stores they have in there could feed us for a week. 	
 	 	 	I have another spy to meet elsewhere in the city, and I'm already running late. How do you feel about raiding a supply depot? 	
 	 	 	What, you come soaring in on your fancy vertibird, knock down a few goons, and expect a standing ovation? 	
 	 	 	Me and my fighters have been out here for years trying to keep this place under control. Most of us were hardly more than children when we started. 	
 	 	 	You ever wake up to your best friend's hands around your throat because rad exposure has cooked their brain? 	
 	 	 	Didn't know who they were anymore? Couldn't feel anything besides the bloodthirst? 	
 	 	 	Urgh I... I'm glad you're here to help, but I don't expect outsiders to do well here. You surprised me is all. 	
 	 	 	You ready to get this ball rolling or what? 	
 	 	 	What are you standing around for? We've got work to do. 	
 	 	 	Keep it moving. If you're not helping, you're in the way. 	
 	 	 	These knuckles look like something to gawk at? 	
 	 	 	You still here? 	
 	 	 	Vertibird's not gonna wait forever. Least, I wouldn't. 	
 	 	 	I'll see you next time. If there is a next time. 	
 	 	 	Thanks again. The Fanatics didn't know what hit them. 	
 	 	 	Around here we've learned to always watch our backs. To always assume the worst will happen when we're not home. 	
 	 	 	'Least I was here to fight, and will be next time. I could have gone down myself in that battle. 	
 	 	 	We don't say stuff like that around here. 'Least I don't. To pretend that losing people isn't just a fact of life... it'd only make things worse. 	
 	 	 	Wendigos? You mean those things that eat people? I don't think so. Aren't those just a legend? 	
 	 	 	The old hands did used to talk about things like them. Boogeymen that crawled around the Foundry, taking people in the dark. 	
 	 	 	They had a name, but I don't remember it. Whatever they are, they die. And that means we can fight them. Not that I'm looking forward to more of that. 	
 	 	 	Right... Hey, you did a lot for us today. 	
 	 	 	Your raid on the Foundry saved us, big time. The Fanatics would have hit us soon, in the worst way, but you bought us time to regroup. 	
 	 	 	Some day we'll have the muscle to retake our home. I really believe that. Maybe you'll even be there to see it. 	
 	 	 	Until then, we'll keep fighting, and we'll always welcome your help. Fly safe. 	
 	 	 	Right... Hey, nice work today. Appalachia must have something good going, for you to come out of there. 	
 	 	 	Fly safe and don't bring any of those things back with ya. 	
 	 	 	You got business back in Appalachia, yeah? 	
 	 	 	They've got Union fighters locked up in cages. They'll be shipped off to the Sanctum for hard labor, if the Fanatics have their way. 	
 	 	 	Find out where they're being held, and get my people out. I'll radio with more instructions after that. 	
 	 	 	The Fanatics have no idea how to really work the Foundry. Instead of steel, they're pumping out chemical weapons from a makeshift lab in the hopper room.	
 	 	 	We need to melt down what they've already got, and make sure they can't produce any more. 	
 	 	 	Even if they do manage to keep the Foundry today, halting production would strike a huge blow. 	
 	 	 	Get in there and find a way to wreck that equipment. I'll radio with more instructions. 	
 	 	 	You need to get your hands on our spies' dead drops before the Fanatics dig them up. Tune into our signal and track them down. 	
 	 	 	Yinz want some o' this? 	
 	 	 	Hey asshole, over here! 	
 	 	 	Eat lead, jagoff! 	
 	 	 	Pay your dues and meet your maker! 	
 	 	 	You think I ain't done this my whole damn life? 	
 	 	 	Get back here, freak, I'm not done with you yet! 	
 	 	 	Sick of getting your ass kicked? 	
 	 	 	Ah! Damn! That stings! 	
 	 	 	Erk, ugh, hsss... 	
 	 	 	Uff! Gah! 	
 	 	 	Shit! 	
 	 	 	Grah! That's gonna leave a scar... 	
 	 	 	Bah! You bastard! 	
 	 	 	I can't... go... yet... 	
 	 	 	Graah! No! Ugh... 	
 	 	 	Grr, damn... things... 	
 	 	 	So the Pitt finally... took me... 	
 	 	 	Wasn't supposed to go like this... 	
 	 	 	That's because we're still fighting for it. 	
 	 	 	If we fight long enough, we'll make a difference. I know we will. 	
 	 	 	This thing on? Hey, I'm Hex, leader of the Local 42, a Union cell in the area. Skippy said that you're coming to help. 	
 	 	 	Maybe with you here, we can finally pull off a raid on the Fanatics occupying our Foundry. Though first... 	
 	 	 	Well, meet me on the ground and I'll fill you in. 	
 	 	 	Hey, it's Hex. Thanks for your help last time... I mean it. 	
 	 	 	Not trying to butter you up or anything, just... Well, meet me in the Pitt and we'll go from there. 	
 	 	 	Yo, it's Hex. Glad to hear you're coming back. 	
 	 	 	We could use your firepower again. Let's meet up when you land. 	
 	 	 	Hey, it's Hex. Skippy said you're coming back? 	
 	 	 	That's good news. We could use you down here. Let's meet up when you're Pitt-side. 	
 	 	 	There you are. Come on in. 	
 	 	 	Let 'em through, they're with me. 	
 	 	 	Well how about that? You're still in one piece. Guards, let 'em through. 	
 	 	 	We have some people on the inside telling us the Fanatics are planning something big. 	
 	 	 	If we can steal their detailed plans, that will be a big help in the coming battles. 	
 	 	 	Take a look for safes. Crack 'em open and snatch those plans for me. 	
 	 	 	Those coolant canisters look like they'd freeze up anything being mixed in the chem vats. Chuck 'em in and ruin their supply. 	
 	 	 	They've got that noxious poison sitting all over the place, right? Get rid of it. Hell, just blasting the barrels apart should work just fine. 	
 	 	 	Couldn't have done it without you. I owe you... well, more than just one, that's for sure. Thank you. Seriously. 	
 	 	 	At least we didn't lose anyone. That's... incredible, really. Anyway, I guess you're heading out now, huh? 	
 	 	 	We lost some good people to those things... 	Referring to Trogs
 	 	 	Er... look, I hope you don't feel responsible. This happened on my watch, it's on me. 	
 	 	 	I... suppose you're leaving now, aren'tcha? 	
 	 	 	Thanks for doing this for us. Your raid will give us some time to collect ourselves, get back on our feet. 	
 	 	 	The Foundry is -- was -- what it sounds like. A metal foundry. Before the War it made steel products. 	
 	 	 	After the War, it became a Union base. The home of the Local 42. That is, until Bloody Thursday, when we lost it to the Fanatics. 	The Local 42 is Hex's Union cell, recalling real world unions
 	 	 	Now it's a Fanatic base, a fortress they're using to wipe us out, bit by bit. 	
 	 	 	Well that's the funny thing. We know they have one -- at least they say they do. 	
 	 	 	But we have no idea who they really are. Nobody does. I'm not even sure the people at the top know who really runs the show. 	
 	 	 	I have to admit, it's savvy of them. You'd better believe we'd be hunting their leaders down if we knew who the hell they were. They'd do the same to me.	
 	 	 	He's just passionate about blowing Fanatics to hell, and I don't blame him for that. The guy is reckless, though, that's for sure. 	
 	 	 	That's right... The hardest job a Unioner can do, but one of the most important. 	
 	 	 	My informants help keep us a step ahead of the enemy, but they risk their lives -- and humanity -- every single day. 	
 	 	 	Yeah. A Fanatic hit squad. They're some of the fiercest fighters those raiders have. They send them out to pick off high value targets -- like me. 	
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