Either giving them 'tributes' or your livelihood reduced to ashes. I mean, we may don't get the same level of training and education like they did, but that ain't no reason to leave us hanging our asses in the wind." Garcia "Why don't you just tell them to leave?" Man "Are you kidding me? We won't dare to raise our voice against brutes in power armor. Meanwhile we deserved to be squeezed for being a bunch of 'uneducated wastelanders'. Instead, they were too busy collecting pre-war junks that might help them be the major power in the wasteland once again. You never see them work for shit, not even trying to do good by the people even with their hi-tech weapons and armors.
They feel like we owe them our technologies, hardworking crops, and medicine because they're 'protecting us from ourselves'. If the NCR would just be more competent and finish off these bastards to the last man, we wouldn't be having any of these problems.", Garcia "What problems?" Man "Oh, the usual. They've been paying a visit to the village for several times now. Used to be a big deal in the West Coast, but the NCR kicked their sorry ass after declaring war on them for being butthurt." Man "Ever since the NCR humiliated them, they've been going around salvaging technologies and shit. Complete with their chivalry bullshit about preventing another Great War." Garcia "My dad used to tell me a lot about them. Some kind of military type dudes walking around in their shiny power armor and energy weapons.
It's those guys again." Garcia "Who?" Man "The Brotherhood of Steel. Besides, I liked traveling to new places." (Garcia turns left and saw people with Power Armor.) Garcia "Hmm?" (The Man turns around as well.), Man "Oh, goddamnit. Still, pretty admirable for Couriers like you to do their job despite knowing the risk." Garcia "Hey, someone's gotta eat. You just can't go anywhere without learning how to defend yourself. It's mandatory if you wanna stay alive in such shit post-apocalyptic world." Man "Yeah, tell me about it. Been training how to survive and how to handle myself out there. It must've been really dangerous, working as a Courier in post-apocalyptic wasteland crawling with monsters and raiders.", Garcia "Heh, it's all walk in the park for me. You need fair compensation for your troubles. Also explains how Garcia comes to dislike the Brotherhood.), Man “Alright, here are your caps.” Garcia "Thanks." Man "No need to thank me. Without Honor and Glory(A few months ago, before the events of New Vegas.
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