Killian Darkwater - Fallout - Voices (PC - Computer) Edit

A Lars heads up the guards here. He's a good guy, pretty trustworthy.

Ah no, you got stupid now get outta here.

Alright, fine. Let's see if a knight in the locker will cool you off.

Alright. I owe you. Here's the bug in the wiretap. You let me know when it's done. And good luck.

An honest thief. Hmm. Well, I'm still going to have to take you in. Come along quietly and you won't get hurt.

Anymore questions?

Are you hearing OK? I said.

But you obviously have me confused with someone who has to take your lip. Why don't you come back when your Mama teaches you some manners?

By a dam site.

Can I help you?

Don't feel bad, ain't the worst story I've been told. So. What can I do for you?

Fowl. The Cons are a bunch of bullies who live outside to the east. They've been trying to take over Junk Town for as long as I can remember, but they never make it past the gates.

From outside, we've had the occasional to do with the cons, but they've been pretty quiet lately. Inside Troubles Bin from the Skulls and I hear some strange things happening down by the Hub, but t...

Gizmo owns the casino, named it after himself. Be very careful around him.

Gizmos is the casino by the entrance. I'm surprised you didn't notice it on your way in. You can usually smell the place for miles. But hey, it brings in the tourists.

Go dollars at the guard station Hill fill you in. And listen. This town owes you a lot.

Go talk to Lars. He'll tell you more.

Good enough. Go see Lars. He'll give you the details.

Good luck in your travels. Now if you'll excuse me. I have a fat ass to move.

Great place to get a cheap room. Not too dirty either, but don't mess with the owner, Marcellus. She'll pull your arms out if you smart off to her.

Great. Let me make sure it's working.

Hello darling. What can I get you?

I already told you.

I already told you.

I'll tell you what, anything in the store, even the most expensive, it's yours. No charge. If it's a gun. I'll give you all the ammo you can carry. Does that sound fair?

I'm not going to lie to you. It will be dangerous. But I'll owe you one, and Killian Dark Water always pays his debts.

If I get proof, the people of Junk Town will kick him out. Where I figure it need to either plant a bug at his place or wear a wire and get him to confess to you. Can you handle it?

It'll work best if it's you. Gizmo doesn't know you, so he might trust you, or at least he'll have a hard time blaming me. Either way, you are the best person for the job.

It's obvious your Mama didn't teach you manners. Am I gonna have to?

Let's hear.

Like I said.

Listen, I've already told you that numerous times.

Listen, thanks for saving my life. It's a mighty brave thing to do. And it looks like we've got ourselves a situation here. I know Gizmo's behind this, but I need proof you interested in helping.

Listen, that's all I'm offering. Thanks for getting the evidence, but I'm not going to beg for your services.

Look, if you don't remember, that's tough.

Loud and clear. We're gonna get him. In the meantime, we've got some business.

No clue.

Nope, never heard anything like that.

Not much to say. Doc morbids Pretty pissed because their prices are lower for medical stuff. They're on the West side.

Not much up that way. Sub desert and shady sands. You from there?

Now that's our resident bar. The food's OK, but the beer is great. The owner kneel takes no lip, not even from some of the Raiders it come in.

Now the hubs, the main place for trade. Anything you don't find here, you'll probably find in the hub. Not sure how safe it is nowadays with all those strange things going on.

Now there are two kinds, the cons and the Vipers. We usually don't get trouble from the Vipers, and a few of them actually pass through town. The cons, though there are mean bunch. They think they ...

Now there's some rumors coming up from the Hub. Caravans disappear and people being butchered. Even some talk of big green monsters who eat human flesh. All sorts of weird stuff.

Now what the Uncle Sam hell do you think you're doing here?

O Did you get the evidence?

Ohh, we got tons to do. The scum pits on the east side by the entrance. Great drinking place. Gizmos is near there and if you're hurt and dark morbids your man.

Ohh, we got tons to do. The scum pits on the east side by the entrance. Great drinking place. Gizmos is near there. Marcello's Crash house is right below this shop. And if you're hurting Doc Morbid...

Ohh, yeah, sure you do. And when you were a baby, your crib was a safe.

Ohh. I really couldn't tell you.

See you around town, then. Be careful not to get into too much trouble.

Shady sands. That's a little place up to the north. Like to do more trading with them?

That city's death. Sent 2 patrols down there and neither one of them returned.

That's my store. You need it? I got it.

That's the first time I've been happy to hear his voice. Thanks friend. Now time for you and me to take care of the other business.

The death claw. Now that's a bedtime story. Drinks blood and howls at the full moon. Yeah, right.

The names? Killian. Killian, Dark Water. I'm the mayor of this fine town. And who might you be?

The skulls are a bunch of punks who work for Gizmo. They don't cause that much trouble, but me and Lars keep an eye on him.

The Vipers are a crazy bunch from up north. They worship snakes or something.

This is not something I take as a joke. Now pay up.

Unless you're going to pay for that, you better put it down.

Welcome to Junk Town stranger. What can I help you with?

Well, congratulations, You just earned yourself a night in the cell. Boys.

Well, damn, that's too bad. You know I'm gonna have to lock you up until this thing is done. I can't risk gizmo finding out. Sorry.

Well, Doc owns a little place in the middle of town. Does a nice patch job if you need it. Fairly reasonable prices.

Well, he's not going to come here and confess. You shouldn't even be seen with me until this is done and go.

Well, howdy, what can I do for you today?

Well, I can pay you the standard rate for mercenary work. 500 caps.

Well, if we're too fast for you, just pass on by, pal. It is pal, ain't it?

Well, junk towns, not much, but it's home. Mostly we trade with people or let them forget their troubles for a bit. Of course we have our share of problems.

Well, thanks again. Well, listen, I'm going to take the guards and run Gizmo and his cronies out of town. I could use another gun. You have for it. Might be good for a laugh.

Well, that's a damn fine coincidence. That's what this store is here for. We got about everything you can need. Let me show you some things over here.

Well, that's me. Where have you been?

Well, travelers tell me there's a bunch of crazies up north called the Vipers. Another group of yahoos out east called the Cons. Neither one of them likely to invite you to supper is anything but t...

Well, Vinny, he's one of the problem children. He leads a group of punks called the Skulls. Still, they pay the rent and they haven't bothered anyone too much.

Well, why not? Ask away, friend.

Well, you got the hub southwest. Don't go South, though. That'd be Necropolis. The uh. Climb. It's bad there, rain or shine, if you understand what I'm saying.

Well, you're not too bright, are you? Boys.

What do you want?

Where have you been for the last 100 years? In a closet? My father used to tell me stories about the war. His father was a soldier before starting Junk Town.

Which bug or tape?

Yeah, if you say so. Tell what you need.

Yeah, OK. But make it quick. I got work to do.

Yeah, you sound like you're hoping. I'll fill in some gaps for you.

You again? What do you want now?

You bet. May not be as big as some in the hub, but people usually find what they're looking for. Take a look around.

You have to wear a recorder and tape gizmo confession or plant this wiretap in his office. Either way, and we got him.

You leaving so soon? Better pay first.

You want to buy something, friend?

You're damn straight. This is my place. Now get the hell out before I make your head a wall decoration.