Chapter 121: The Silo_New Vegas: Sheason's Story

Chapter 121: The Silo

 "Well..." I said, stepping out of my Corvega and staring at the collection of scrap before me. "I guess this must be the ce."

 "The location does indeed match the coordinates, Friend_Courier."

 I was standing at what should have been the entrance to a narrow canyon. I say ''should'' because the only level part leading deeper into the mountain range ahead of me waspletely blocked off by arge wall of twisted metal, rusty cars and wreckage. Like ED-E said, this ce matched the coordinates, all right. But I had other reasons for thinking that this was the ce: graffiti. Most of it was just words and phrases, scrawled in various different colors of spray paint (but mostly red).

 Lonesome Road

 YOU CAN GO HOME, COURIER

 the Divide

 All of those and more were scrawled on the various bits of wreckage. But thergest was a question written along the side of the charred hulk of a bus, painted in yellow and ck, and underlined several times for good measure:

 COURIER SIX?

 "The decorations adorning refid:CanyonWreckage seem slightly unnecessary," ED-E buzzed around as I approached the bus. He kept talking, spouting off something that I didn''t quite hear. I wasn''t really paying attention because I suddenly became aware of onest piece of graffiti: scrawled in white on the door of the bus was the same g symbol I''d seen in the Big Empty.

 White... the red symbols meant danger. I''d worked that much out. But blue and white... I didn''t know. Not for certain. That is, if it actually meant anything at all... I reached out cautiously, to push open the door.

 There was a hiss of released gas, a shudder and grind of metal against metal, and the bus door opened, disturbing arge cloud of sand and grit as it moved.

 "That was needlessly over dramatic, Friend_Courier," ED-E said directly behind me; I practically jumped out of my skin. I hadn''t realized he''d floated down yet.

 "Hey, don''t me me," I said, shaking it off and heading back to my car. "I didn''t set all this up..." I popped open the trunk, and started collecting my weapons. Bring all you can carry. The words echoed in my head. I wasn''t going to bring everything. I wouldn''t be able to move if I did that, and move was the one thing I was sure I definitely needed to be able to do.

 I had most of my pistols on me, if nothing else. Roscoe, That Gun, the Ranger Sequoia, the Pulse Gun on a holster sewn into the inside of the duster, the Sonic Emitter on the other side. The sawed off shotgun was on my hip, and I had at least five knives along with my brass knuckles. How effective the brass knuckles would be was marginal, considering I had an arm that could punch through steel doors, but hey.

 I definitely wasn''t going to bring the MP5, though, because... I don''t think I''d ever be able to use that particr gun again. Maybe it was just my mind ying tricks on me, but it still smelled like that... that night. I did, however, have my G36 slung across my back, along with several magazines worth of armor piercing ammo.

 As I debated with myself about whether or not I should bring some grenades, a faint glimmer caught my eye. I reached into the trunk, and held out the pistol so I could see it in the sunlight: the alien ster. Even now - even after everything else that''s happened since - I was still having a hard time actually believing that what Cass and I had seen that afternoon was really real. If it wasn''t for this pistol (because, of course I kept it), then I might just have written it off as a hallucination. A figment of my imagination, brought on by spending too long in the desert heat.

 Should I bring this with me, too? It felt... odd in my hands. Way too light for something that size and shape. Not to mention, I didn''t really know exactly what it did - would it disintegrate people, or turn them into goo? Or maybe something even stranger. I mean, it was alien, after all. Plus, I had no idea how much ammo I had. There was only the one... energy cell? I mean, it wasn''t like the battery packs for normal energy weapons. It just had a small, glowing tube that fit into the side of the gun. Really, I was just assuming that''s what fed it ammo.

 After a few minutes, I shook my head and put it back in the trunk. Not today. Today isn''t a day for gambling. I need reliability. Something that I know will work. Because once I get into the Divide... all bets are off.

 "Are you ready to proceed, Friend_Courier?" ED-E asked. I nodded, mming the trunk shut. I grabbed the Riot Gear helmet from the inside of my car and buckled it in ce. I''d definitely need the air filter and the goggles.

 "Yeah, let''s..." I didn''t finish, because at that moment I got a very unwee sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. I looked around behind me, my hand reaching for Roscoe out of habit. I couldn''t see anything except desert. There was a thin strip of tarmac - the Long 15 - and to my left was the faint smudge of Primm, far, far in the distance, almost like a mirage. But other than that...

 "Friend_Courier?" ED-E buzzed along next to me. "Are you all right?"

 "Yeah..." I finally managed to grunt out, trying to shake my head clear. "Yeah, it''s... it''s nothing." But my head didn''t clear. I made my way back to the door that led into The Divide, and I couldn''t shake the feeling that I was being watched.

 She was out there. I couldn''t know. Not for certain. But I had that feeling. Maybe I was just being overly paranoid...

 "C''mon, let''s go, pal," I muttered, more to myself than ED-E. The eyebot nodded in ce, and sped off above the pile of wreckage.

 "I do not believe I will be able to fit in the wreckage tunnel. I shall take to the skies, and see you on the other side." I nodded, and walked into the bus - and, as I did, the door shut behind me. I halted in my tracks, my braintching onto something unusual ED-E had said:

 "Wait, tunnel?"

 He wasn''t kidding. When I first saw the pile of wreckage, I just thought it was a simple wall. But no - there was a whole hell of a lot more than just one bus. I must have been walking through a twisting, turning corridor of rusty steel and corrugated metal for... fuck, I don''t even know how long. After what felt like six years, I finally got the faintest hint that I was getting close to the other side.

 Had he built all this? How the hell had he found this much scrap, and why the fuck did he even take the time and effort to make it? And was this the only way into The Divide... or just the way he wanted me to take?

 When I finally made it to the end, there wasn''t an automatic door like at the entrance. Just a thin sheet of metal, propped up against the exit. Orange light filtered in through the cracks, and it rattled against the wind. I gave it a single shove, and it fell without ceremony. I stepped out into the open air, and even protected as I was from head to toe in armor, I could feel the howling wind, not to mention all the sand, grit, and dirt carried by the wind, pelting me all over. ED-E was already waiting for me at the edge of a cliff ahead of me, and I walked over to him, getting my first look at The Divide... from this direction, at least.

 Before me was a sinkhole several miles across, surrounded by mountains and sheer cliff faces, and filled with churning, swirling sandstorms. The storms were so thick, it almost looked like brown soup,pping against the side of the mountain-bowl, unable to escape except in the smallest sshes of sand. The vast amount of sand swirling around even had a noticeable effect on the sky; everything was bathed in a harsh orange light. It was like the sun trying to filter through smoke clouds during a wildfire.

 Inside the basin was a giant fissure in the earth - a vast, yawning chasm, as if thend itself had been rent asunder by the axe of an angry, ancient god. The skeletal frames of skyscrapers and broken, ruined highways jutted out at odd angles all along the fissure. It was like looking at someone whose chest had exploded from the inside, sending pieces of their ribcage flying in every direction. Several antenna towers were also sticking up out of the ground, all along the fissure; their red lights cut through the sandstorms all around them, slowly pulsing in time with one another like a heartbeat.

 I stepped to the edge of the cliff, and held onto the side of a nearby pipe to keep myself from falling in; the pipe was sheared in half, and definitely didn''t belong. It almost looked like the winds had thrown it up here, along with the rest of the wreckage. I just... stood there for a few seconds. The devastation was... it was so absolute. I''d never seen anything quite like it, and definitely not from this high a vantage point.

 "Friend_Courier," ED-E buzzed from somewhere off to my right. "I believe I may have found a way." Carefully, I stepped away from the cliff''s edge, and followed the robot. He was flying near the edge of the cliff, and (though it took some rather careful footwork) I managed to find what he was talking about: the entrance to a concrete bunker. The entrance itself seemed to be... slightly askew. Like the mountain itself wasn''t at quite the right angle.

 I took onest look around as I approached the entrance to the bunker, and one thing did catch my eye: a ruined billboard, hanging by a thread off the side of the cliff. Most of it was ckened and charred, but I was able to make out a few words:

 "Building the American Dream..." I said aloud, tilting my head to try and get a better view. "...on solid ground." I let out a single grimugh. I should probably expect to see a lot of bitter irony like that, here. I turned back to the bunker entrance and approached the door. Like the bus, I saw one of his g symbols painted on the door. Must be the right way.

 The wide metal door to the bunker slid down into the ground, revealing a metal tform - a freight elevator of some kind. When the door opened, the small light above it flickered slightly. I was about to step inside, when I noticed that ED-E was floating over the edge of the cliff, gazing out at the brokenndscape below us.

 "ED-E?" I asked, holding the door open. "You alright?" He didn''t say anything at first. He just kept staring... as much as a robot without eyes can stare, anyway.

 "This ce..." ED-E started, his steady hovering buffeted by the winds around us slightly. "Friend_Courier. Do you know what it is that happened here?"

 "No," I said honestly. "I mean, I can guess. You ask me, I''d say that the world happened to this ce. It''ll get us all in the end, and I doubt many of us will end up half as pretty as this ce..." I shook my head, looking away from the scene of devastation sprawled out below me. "But I don''t... I don''t know for sure what happened. Why?" ED-E backed up, until he finally came to a stop a few feet away from me, and spun in ce. For a few seconds, he didn''t say anything - and then, he shook back and forth several times.

 "I am sorry, Friend_Courier. There is... something familiar. I do not understand..." I reached out, and patted him on the chassis, motioning with my head into the elevator. "Yes. You are right, Friend_Courier. We should continue moving forward." He flew into the door, and I followed right behind him.

 YOU CAN GO HOME, COURIER

 That message was sprayed along the wall again. After a rather perilous trip on the freight elevator thatsted entirely too long, it dumped us into a tunnel that was tilted at a very rming angle. This was an actual tunnel, too - built out of concrete. And that just made the angle all that more rming.

 "I suggest we vacate immediately, Friend_Courier," ED-E said, dodging a sparking wire hanging out of the ceiling that came to life just as he flew past. "I could be mistaken, but I do not believe this structure is entirely stable."

 I was about to say something snarky, but Sue - surprisingly enough - beat me to it.

 "You''re the one who suggested wee down here in the first ce!" She squealed. "And now you''ve got cold feet because of a little sparkly wire?"

 "I do not possess any feet at all, Stealth_Sue," ED-E replied.

 "You know what she means, pal," I said, opening the bulkhead at the end of the tunnel. "If you think it''s so dangerous, why''d you suggest we go this way?"

 "Because you do not possess any means of scaling sheer surfaces, Friend_Courier," ED-E said, orbiting around my head as we walked into the next room. "My anti-gravity repulsor coils allow me to circumvent difficult terrain, but your humanoid bipedal lotion severely limits your options. If I may make a suggestion, it might be pertinent to invest in a grappling hook and some sturdy climbing rope."

 "Why not just go the whole nine yards, and try and convince me to get some hover-shoes, or maybe a jetpack?" I asked with a chuckle. Of course, now that I was thinking about it... a jetpack would be pretty awesome. It would be like living in the future!

 "Jetpacks are highly dangerous and needlessly impractical, Friend_Courier," ED-E responded, poking a rather sharp needle into my hopes and dreams. I shook my head and tried my best to move on.

 "Alright, where the fuck are we?" I asked, looking around. The room the tunnel had dumped us into was ratherrge, mostly square, and very dark. Only one light in the ceiling was still intact, and it waspletely dead. At the far end of the room was a giant armored bulkhead, but because it was behind arge pane of (surprisingly unmarred) ss... it didn''t look like it was the sort you were supposed to walk through. In front of the ss was arge console.

 What really caught my eye was the emblem on the floor: a circr seal, and mostly faded and worn. In the center was a shield that looked a little like the bottom of a clothes iron, decorated with the colors of the stars and stripes. In front of the shield was a sword, and a blue circle on top of that. It had 13 white stars ringing the edge, and arge star in the center; on either side of the sword was a gold string of leaves.

 "Ballistic Defense Division..." I said aloud, reading the words once I switched my eyes to nightvision. A lot of the letters were worn away, but it was still pretty legible. Mostly. "Commonwealth Defense Administration." I looked closer, and realized that under the shield was a ribbon, and more writing: "Exitus Acta... Probat? The fuck does that mean? Is that..." Sue answered my question before I could finish my thought.

 "It''s Latin," She said simply. "The phase first entered the American lexicon with George Washington - that was the slogan on his family coat of arms. The simplest trantion would probably be ''The oue justifies the deed''."

 "How... how do you know that?" I asked, switching my eyes back to normal.

 "All Big Mountain synthetic personalities are equipped with a standardnguage package, which contains a trantion matrix for 50 of the mostmon spokennguages in 2065, as well as 10 deadnguages," Sue exined happily. "Latin is one of them. I can also trante ancient Greek and Sanskrit!"

 "Well, shit," I chuckled. "Maybe next time Sasha starts barking at me in Russian, you can exin what he''s talking about."

 "," Sue said with a girlish giggle.

 "Hey, ED-E, do you-" I looked up, and realized that the eyebot was hovering directly over the console in front of me,pletely still as a statue. "ED-E?" I was getting a bit concerned. This was the second time in fifteen minutes that he''d been transfixed by something here.

 "I... this is... familiar..." ED-E said, without turning to look at me. Suddenly, there was a very familiar beeping sound that came from his chassis... and then a voice peppered with static echoed out of ED-E''s speaker grill.

 "Experiment log 369248/B - Eyebot Duraframe universal interface override system. This is Dr. Whitley presiding. We''ve boosted signal gain and erged the overflow buffer system. That should ensure 100% connectivity and control. ED-E, whenever you''re ready."

 There was a strange electric sound on the recording - and then there was a burst of lightning that shot out of the dish on top of ED-E''s chassis, and sted a small dish-shaped receiver on the console. The recording kept going, but everything in the room... everything started to shake. There was a buzz, and the one functioning light in the room flickered to life. A few rotating yellow lights around the bulkhead lit up and started spinning,plete with a xon over the speakers.

 "Yes! Sess! Uh..." Whitley coughed, trying topose himself. "Reporting full sess on 369248/B. ED-E was able to interface with and override the test panel in under three seconds. Great job, team! Now, let''s start on the proposal for the full rollout." ED-E floated away from the console, wobbling and vibrating in midair slightly, and I rushed over to him to see if he was alright. Behind me, the bulkhead finally started to grind open.

 "ED-E? You alright, buddy?" I rested a hand on his chassis, and he immediately stopped vibrating.

 "Yes... I- I think so..." ED-E gave onest shake. "Yes, thank you, Friend_Courier. I am..." He trailed off, his speaker grill pointed behind me at the bulkhead. Was he looking at something?

 "What are yo-" I turned around, and instantly, my eyes went as wide as pie tes and my blood turned to ice. It was unmistakable where we were, now that I could see what was just beyond the ss:

 That was a nuke.

 It was unquestionably an intercontinental ballistic missile of some sort. The same sort of weapon that ended the world. The words "UNITED STATES" were printed vertically on the side, alongside a picture of an American g. We were inside a missile silo, mere feet away from one of the most destructive objects ever built in history. And that just made the tilt of this entire structure even more rming.

 Right, that''s not an emergency, it''s just... time to... empty your bowels. Fuck.

 "What... what is that?" Sue asked softly. ED-E floated up to the ss, and started speaking.

 "That is a Titan-II LGM-25C ICBM, fitted with a W-53 nuclear warhead in a Mark 6 re-entry vehicle. Effective range: 15,000 kilometers. Yield: 9 megatons." As he rattled off the statistics, I followed him, and noticed something else strange: there were eyebots floating around the inside of the silo, orbiting the missile.

 "ED-E, I''m sorry for questioning you," I said, unable to pull my gaze away from the missile. "Let''s get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible."

 If ED-E was right, the only way out was through the silo itself. So, I steeled myself, clenched my ass as tight as I could manage, and followed him as he led me through the twisting maze of treacherous hallways surrounding the missile. I had to do something to get my mind off the instrument of death leaning perilously against the silo walls next to me.

 "So, ED-E... that was the voice of your creator on that recording from earlier, right? Whitley?"

 "Yes. Doctor Whitley Stiggs," ED-E hovered over a set of mostly copsed stairs. I grumbled under my breath, trying my best to monkey my way up a pile of rubble and follow him.

 "Do you know what happened to him?" I asked (in between grunts). I looked up when I finally set foot on the intact part of the stairs, and saw that he was staring at the missile. Okay, yeah, this is starting to get seriously worrying now. There was another beep, and yet another burst of static. Another recording began ying:

 "Dr. Grant?" Whitley''s voice was faint, but got a bit louder, apanied by the sounds of footsteps. "What the hell do you think you''re doing?"

 "Ah, Whitley," said another voice. This was a female voice, and I could just... you know how sometimes you can tell someone is an asshole immediately? This voice gave me that feeling. "There you are. Orders from Colonel Autumn. He feels the Eyebot Duraframe project isn''t advancing quickly enough. I''m to-" There was a muffled sound, almost like some kind of scuffle.

 "You didn''t even disengage his damage-avoidance protocols!" Whitley yelled frantically. "You''re hurting him!"

 "Don''t be ridiculous," the bitch spoke up again. "It''s just a machine. Robots can''t feel pain. See here? I''ve already increased the navigation system''s efficiency by 65%" There was a sound of some kind of metal banging against something, followed swiftly by Whitley bellowing at the top of his lungs:

 "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

 "Fine," the bitch said with augh, her voice getting fainter. "It''s yourb... at least until I tell the Colonel about this." ED-E beeped, and the static of the recording faded away.

 "Another recording, huh?" I asked, resting a hand on his chassis. "Sounds like this Whitley guy really cared about you..." ED-E bobbed in the air into my hand.

 "Yes..." ED-E said. "He... he was always trying to keep me safe from the evil clutches of General Winters."

 "Wait, who?" I asked, a bit surprised. "Who''s General Winters? I thought that recording talked about a Colonel Autumn."

 "I... I am not sure. There are filesing online within my databanks marked with tag:RALPHIE that are... something is... I do not understand." Neither did I, if I was honest.

 "Wait, Ralphie?" I asked aloud. "I feel like I''ve heard that name before..." I racked my brain, trying to draw a connection. It definitely sounded familiar. But I couldn''t ce it.

 "Sheason?" Sue spoke up, surprising me. "There''s something I''ve just noticed that I think you should know."

 "Yeah?" I raised an eyebrow, looking down at my armored chest.

 "The eyebots in the silo here... they look like ED-E," Sue said; ED-E wobbled away from my hand, looking around. I looked around as well, and couldn''t see what was so important.

 "So?" I asked. "They''re eyebots, aren''t they? I mean, why wouldn''t they look -"

 "No, I mean, they look exactly like ED-E! Exactly!" Sue interrupted me. "Try and get a closer look at one, you''ll see what I mean." I looked down at my chest curiously, shrugged, and looked back up. As it happened, one of the eyebots buzzed around just above my head; I jumped up, grabbed it by one of the antenna, and brought it down to eye level.

 "wOAh!" the eyebot in my hands eximed. Its voice wasn''t quite like ED-E. It was heavily synthesized, and seemed to stress all the wrong sybles. I also couldn''t quite tell - did it sound like a boy or a girl? It was an androgynous sound, whatever it was. "whAt Is gOIng On?"

 "What the hell?" I asked, keeping a firm grip on the robot as I turned it around in my hands; the antenna wiggled uselessly. "You''re right... I mean, there''s even... There''s even a license te on the side." I was honestly a little bit baffled. I thought the license te on ED-E''s chassis was a homemade repair of some sort, but this spherical robot in my hands had an Illinois license te in exactly the same spot, and it looked exactly the same. It even said "2ED-E59," just like ED-E''s.

 "plEAsE pUt mE dOwn!" The eyebot in my hands said in a strange sort of sing-song, wiggling against my grip. "I''m AfrAId Of hEIghts!" I coughed nervously, letting the bot go.

 "Sorry, I just... sorry." I said with a nod. "There you go." The eyebot wobbled in ce, and floated back up, around the missile.

 "I dOn''t blAmE yOU..." it said. Both ED-E and I stared up at the other eyebot as it floated away.

 "I am terribly confused, Friend_Courier..." ED-E said.

 "You and me both, little buddy."

 "So, this is the only way forward, isn''t it?" I said, as quietly as I could manage.

 "Unfortunately, Friend_Courier, yes. It is." ED-E said, just as quietly. We were both huddled below arge window, just a few feet away from the top of the missile. On the other side of the window, however...

 Sentry bots. At least three of the robotic tanks with the vaguely humanoid torsos and the weapons at the end of each arm were patrolling the area beyond the ss. There were also severalser turrets mounted behind several sandbag barricades... and, just to hammer home that everything was lethal, and - more than that - everything was active, there were several bodies littering the area.

 "Alright, so what do you think?" I whispered, reaching into my duster. I pulled out both the pulse gun and the sonic emitter, holding up one in each hand. "Try and zap them into submission with EMP sts?"

 "We could try sneaking past them..." Sue offered. "All of us can turn invisible, you know."

 Silence.

 "ED-E?" I asked, looking around. He''d floated off somewhere, and it took me a minute to find him: he was next to a wall-mounted terminal, sting a small dish shaped receiver on a panel next to the terminal with a jolt of electricity.

 "HOSTILE TARGET DETECTED!" One of the sentry bots bellowed loud enough that I could hear it clearly, even behind the armored ss window. "TARGET LOCK STATUS: GREEN!"

 The next minute or so was incredibly entertaining to watch. The sentry bots and theser turrets turned on each other, and the air beyond the ss was filled withsers, rockets, tracer fire, explosions... Even when I stood up to get a better view, the robots and turrets didn''t seem to notice me. They were too busy shooting each other.

 "So," I said, opening the door and stepping into the chamber when the noise and violence finally died down. "Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but what the fuck just happened?"

 "And can we do it again?" Sue asked, practically squealing with joy. "That was awesome!" ED-E bobbed along ahead of me, looking around at the wrecked pieces of robots and sentry turrets.

 "I hacked into the Silo securitywork, and switched the IFF tags for the patrolling sentry bots from ''Friend'' to ''Foe,'' Friend_Courier," ED-E said proudly. "I calcted a 98.7% chance that the firepower of both parties would cancel each other out, and clear the way for us to proceed safely." I whistled loudly, looking around at the carnage as he spoke.

 "I gotta hand it to you, little buddy," I said, kneeling down to get a look at one of the bodies lying against a nearby desk. "That''s some serious outside-the-box thinking right there. Great... work..."

 I trailed off as I inspected the body. He was lying face down, but there was something... odd. I pushed it over onto its back, and... oh holy fuck. Had this guy been... it looked like he''d been skinned. And I don''t mean like how a ghoul doesn''t have skin. With ghouls, their skin looks almost rotten - but this guy, the skin was justpletely gone. Like someone had taken a knife, and carved off the skin until nothing was left but dried, dark red muscle and tendons. Like skinning a bighorner, or another animal that you wanted to cook. The eyes were little more than shriveled spheres, staring up nkly out of the sunken eye sockets.

 The really crazy thing though... this guy had clearly been skinned... but whoever skinned him had put his clothes back on. Why would they...

 "What the fuck?" I said aloud, moving from body to body. It wasn''t just that one. Every single human body here had been skinned in exactly the same way, and whoever had done this had put the clothes back on each body after skinning them.

 That didn''t make sense. Of course, I didn''t have much time to dwell on it, because I heard a grinding, mechanical sound, and metal scraping against concrete.

 "ST-STATUS REPO-O-ORT: YELLOW." A still functioning sentry bot said from somewhere behind a nearby corner. Immediately, I pulled out the pulse gun again. "PRI-I-IMARY SYSTEMS HAVE SUSTAINED SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE. REINFO-O-ORCEMENT RECOMMENDED." When it finally came into view, it was a pitiable sight. There were several gashes in the chassis, leaking some kind of viscous, oil-like fluid and sparking badly. The back leg looked exploded, and was dragging along uselessly behind it. It was such a sad sight, that I actually almost had a bit of trouble bringing myself to shoot it.

 (No I didn''t.)

 There was an electric sh from the end of the pulse gun, and ED-E fired off a trio ofser sts from his spot in the air next to me. Lightning arced all along the outside of the chassis, and the robot convulsed violently. The red eye slits in the armored head shed brightly, and then exploded from the inside with a puff of smoke. That was thest straw, and it fell onto its back with a heavy crash of twisting metal.

 For a minute or two, nobody said anything while the dead sentry bot continued smoking away silently. I put the pulse gun away...

 And then ED-E yed his triumphant marching music. That just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

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Chapter 121: The Silo