† Fallout: New Vegas †

【Hey, uh, you ever notice how bullets look like tiny metal raindrops? Yeah, I was just thinking that while we were getting shot at.】

Screenshot ✎ MissMorose

Niner is a modded companion on the Nexus website. Check him out.

Niner's gaze falls heavily upon his once-trusty motorcycle, now sitting in the middle of the road, unmoving, engine not turning on. Frustration etches lines across his weathered face, his brows furrowing deeply. "Why ain't ya..." He trails off, a resigned sigh escaping his lips as he shakes his head, dismissing the thought mid-sentence. "Ah, forget it. Is that thing supposed to be...? No..."

The sun beats down relentlessly upon the Mojave Desert, casting harsh shadows across the barren landscape. Niner was supposed to have reached Vegas hours ago, yet here he stands, stranded just outside the modest township of Goodsprings. A skirmish with Deathclaws seriously delayed his travels and his bike is running on empty. He's tinkered with it for what feels like an eternity, but he still can't figure out why it won't start.

As the scorching breeze carries the distant echoes of civilization, Niner's attention is drawn to the sound of approaching footsteps. Squinting against the glare, he watches as a figure steadily makes their way towards him. "What's up?" he calls out, a note of hopeful curiosity lacing his words.