Atomica #5 (Part 1)

ISSUE 5: RIVETING CONVERSATIONS (Part 1)

The whole city was a warzone. Supermutants, Centaurs, Raiders, Talon... By the time she realized she was lost, her knuckles were bleeding.

This used to be the Jefferson Memorial. What have they done to it?

She signed heavily as the now-familiar war cry of Supermutants arrived shortly before more automatic weapons fire. By the time she had dispatched them all, her suit was practically crying.

OPERATIONAL CAPACITY TWELVE PERCENT.

RECOMMEND DORMANT CYCLE.

“Convert to Urban mode and power down.”

Atomica was now completely exposed and unarmed.

Well, I suppose I could use some of these assault rifles in a pinch. Seems kinda Iron Age, though.

Fortunately, the fog rolled out, and she could see Rivet City across the river. She had passed right by it in the dense weather.

After a welcome similar to the one she had received in Megaton, she went inside and did some research on the history of the town. No one knew much of anything substantial or believable, until she heard about the broken bow of the once mighty vessel. Atomica would be slipping out to see about getting in to Pinkerton's old lab once the suit was up to it.

CRITICAL COMPATABLE COMPONENTS DETECTED.

With the suit projecting its want list into her glasses, Allison traded her salvage from the trip to Rivet City with Flak for the pieces she needed. Making her way to the workbench during the sparsely populated lunch period, she paid the rental fee to use it. Pretending to busy herself repairing the guns and ammo she had purchased, she actually stripped and reconfigured them for the suit to use.

PRIMARY DEFENSIVE FUNCTIONALITY RESTORED.

SECONDARY NANOSWARM AUGMENTATION FUNCTIONALITY RESTORED.

TERTIARY FUNCTIONALITY OFFLINE.

REQUIRE WEAPON MATRIX REBOOT.

How do I reboot it?

REQUIRE ORIGINAL SOURCE CODE.

Great. More punchy punchy. It'll have to do til I can figure out the code.

She went around asking about the Broken Bow. Everyone said they should know more in the Science Lab, but the ladies there were busy arguing with some traveller over a business matter. She would ask them later.

Fortunately, the Chief of Security, Harkness, pointed her in the right direction.

“But you really don't want to go over there. Its infested with Mirelurks. And its a swim in irradiated water at the every least. Besides, everyone knows there's nothing of value left over there.”

“Thanks, Captain Jack!”

“I hate those old shows.”