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Tycho chuckled and knocked back the rest of his drink. âTakes a helluva lowlife tâpull some brahminshit like that; kickinâ a girl while sheâs downâ He stood and stretched, several bones and joints popping and cracking under his armored vest. Slapping a handful of caps on the bar, he offered his massive hand to the girl âhowâs a bout ya take yer bottle anâ Iâll help ya over to thâ medic to get those wounds cleaned up at least?â He asked,feeling genuine concern for the battered stranger.
    "THAT might be the sweetest thing iâve heard in a while and THAT probably says a lot.â this WAS the commonwealth after all. and this WAS goodneighbor. LOWLIFE was just about everyoneâs middle name here. ( not that she wouldnât have been just as opportunistic herself at times. )    METAL fingers took the manâs offered hand, grinning at him past drying blood and forming bruises while righting herself. was she seeing DOUBLE? no, that was all him. "letâs NOT jump the gun here, big guy.â she waved his offer away however. âit probably looks WORSE than it is.â    âi can clean it up MYSELF later.â she reassured him, trying it with a grin. âi should have everything at my shop.â          âRYDER, by the way.â
Taking the girlâs prosthetic hand in his, he helped her off the stool and steadied her on her feet. âIâm Tycho. Pleasure tâmeetcha, miss Ryderâ He pushed the door open and helped Ryder outside. The sun had set and the lights of Goodneighbor were flickering on as the duo walked down the alley streets of the settlement. Tycho stole a quick glance at the impressive metal limb she was sporting âmust be quite a story behind that whammer, there. Iâve seen some homemade replacements but that looks pretty damn professionalâ
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Raserei let out a boisterous laugh, âYouâre damn right about that.â
The mercenary looked down at the offered hand; it took him a moment before he offered his own. He wasnât used to that sort of greeting when a deal wasnât being made. Then again most people were at least a head shorter then him and avoided getting close to him if they could.Â
âRaserei,â he said as he took the otherâs hand and shook it, âT-i-co? Am I saying that right?â
Tycho shrugged âsounded right tâme, uh, Ras...Ras-ur-ray? Anyhow, you another hired hand here or is this place home fer ya?â
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Tycho sighed and put the cap back on his scope. He had been following the deathclaw since early that morning only to watch it get cut down by a squad of not-Brotherhood soldiers. Descending the stairs of the ruined building he had set up his blind in, he made his way towards the one armored being who had stayed behind. He tried to make his approach as noisy as possible, kicking an empty can off some concrete to announce himself. âAfternoon, uh, soldier!â He called out, spreading his hands open at his side in a non-threatening gesture. âI donât sâpose youâd be willinâ tâpart with a few cuts of meat offa that beast thereâ
       The moment he seeâs a figure approach Tristan is bracing for a confrontation. Both hands clutch tightly onto the Gatling gun he totes by his side, locked and ready to open fire. âKeep your hands where I can see them.â He warns. Though quickly noting that the approacher is neither dressed like a raider nor a gunner- the two most likely hostiles in this area.
Beneath his helmet, he feels one brow slowly arch at the question presented to him.Â
          âCuts- you mean you honestly want to eat that thing?â He inquires. Glancing towards the now motionless creature that has been left in the exact spot it fell. âThat creature was antagonizing my men for an hour. If it had any sense it might have fled as soon as we opened fire- but instead, it fought. And look where it ended up?â
     With a snort, he gestures towards it. Somehow unimpressed with the sight. âWhat parts of it were you hoping to get?âÂ
Tycho paced around the carcass, looking over the massive creature, blood leaking from the various caliber holes that had punctured its armored hide. âYeah, i hear ya-blow a hole in thâ bastardâs head anâ itâll rip ya open before it realizes it diedâ He said, kneeling next to the monster. He unsheathed a wicked-looking Bowie knife from his thigh and plunged it into the deathclawâs leg. He began sawing various cuts of meat off the body, packing each up in some paper he took from his pack. âAlso too, deathclaw meat can be pretty good eatinâ so long as ya season the hell outta it.â He stood, knee joints cracking in protest of the sudden movement. âBones, horns, n teethâll fetch a neat pile of caps with most folks too but uh, if ya donât mind my askin, whoâs symbol is that ya got on yer armor? Donât look like Brotherhood tâme anâ Gunners woulda shot nâ killed me by now? Who are you guys?
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ââEy tough guy, up anâ at âemâ Samson nudged a lump under a raggedy blanket with the butt of his hunting rifle. The lump shifted and rose to a seated position. Tycho yawned and stretched, his eyes attempting to focus in the dim light. âSam, it ainât even light out yet. Whatâs another hour matter?â He groaned and thudded back down. The ghoul frowned and upended Tychoâs cot, spilling him onto the floor of the shack. Tycho untangled himself from his blanket and stood, brushing himself off. âThunderinâ hell man! Iâm up! Damn!â Samson chuckled and opened the door âoutside in five-bighorners donât hunt themselves.â Tycho grinned to himself, pulled his boots and coat on, and grabbed his pack and rifle on his way out the door. He could already smell the meat simmering over the cookfire in his head.
âEy! Go onâ git! Letâs go! Outta here! Câmon!â Tycho was shouting and waving his arms, throwing rocks at the oafish animals, slowly scaring them in the same direction and away from whoever it was that was on the ground. He rushed in to see if the person was injured. With the dust settling around him, he slowed his approach so as to not startle whoever it was. âUh, hey, you uh, you ok? I saw the stampede from up on the hill and jusâ wanted tâmake sure yer good.â The figure stood, brushing themselves off, shaking Mojave dust from their hair.Â
Pip dusted off her Knight armor and leaned her rifle on her shoulder, trying to look cool to keep her pride in tact. âOf course Iâm alright! What kind of soldier would I be if I canât recover from a tumble?â As much as she wished her loud drill Sargent attitude would keep her embarrassment to a minimum, her cheeks flared up into a light rose color.
Tycho recoiled a step-a young girl, clad in an armored bodysuit, toting a nasty-looking laser rifle stood before him. Half mad, half embarrassed, she barked a retort at him; something about being a soldier? He was only half listening, still trying to process the impressive-looking creature in front of him.Â
He scratched the back of his head âawright so imma take that as a âyesâ yer okay, so thatâs good. Uh, what are you a soldier with? NCR comes out here sometimes but uh, thatâs not their armorâŚor symbolâ
âI am a knight of the Brotherhood of Steel. I have to be going, my team will be looking for me.â She hugged and tried to stroll ahead but her knee vehemently disagreed. She yelled in pain and stumbled, gritting her teeth. Damn it! Must have twisted it on her way down.
Tycho made a move to catch the girl as she yelped but alas, she was in the dirt once more. He helped hoist her to her feet, throwing her arm over his shoulder to help take the weight off her bad leg. âYer not goinâ anywhere quick on a busted leg. I live not too far from here. We got a doctor anâ a workinâ radio. You can call yer Steel Brothers or whoever anâ that way you wonât be out in the wastes crawlinâ along on yer belly, hopinâ tâjust run into âem.â

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Pointless Fact #45Tycho is reluctant to spend âperfectâ caps-if itâs still got the logo and isnât bent, he sets it aside in an ammo can he carries belted under his pack
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Tycho reluctantly nudged the bottle of liquid within armâs reach of the wounded girl. He took a drag on his cigar and a belt of vodka then said âLissen, Iâm no doctor but, you should probably get a stimpak or some Med-X in ya. What the hell happened to ya?â
   âyou'reâ TALL,â was the first thing ryder noted; already in the process of at least sitting up and offering a grin when he complied. and was he really that big or was it the ANGLE? perhaps even the way her vision was still swimming.Â
   a swig from the bottle, the taste followed by another wince and ryder finally felt ready to address what heâd said. âactually fine on the med-x if you can believe it.â ryder spoke, trying it with a grin. âehhh, just a BIG mouth.â     "y'know, most people around here would just walk by.â she shrugged as she stumbled to her feet. "or robbed me first.â not like she had much on her. âand youâre still TALL.â
Tycho chuckled and knocked back the rest of his drink. âTakes a helluva lowlife tâpull some brahminshit like that; kickinâ a girl while sheâs downâ He stood and stretched, several bones and joints popping and cracking under his armored vest. Slapping a handful of caps on the bar, he offered his massive hand to the girl âhowâs a bout ya take yer bottle anâ Iâll help ya over to thâ medic to get those wounds cleaned up at least?â He asked,feeling genuine concern for the battered stranger.
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     "HEY, mind handing me that bottle?â a light SLUR to her wordsâ from the busted lip or the amount sheâd had to drinkâ anyoneâs guess really, as ryder lifted her arm to point into a vague direction. she winced when dropping it back; WRONG fucking arm. so, sheâd gotten her ass handed to her? shit happened, right? who didnât wake up in the GUTTER from time to time, head still fuzzy and pounding?
Tycho reluctantly nudged the bottle of liquid within armâs reach of the wounded girl. He took a drag on his cigar and a belt of vodka then said âLissen, Iâm no doctor but, you should probably get a stimpak or some Med-X in ya. What the hell happened to ya?â
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âThe target has been successfully terminated, sir.â
                âResume the mission then.â
The crunch of metal hammered across the bloodied pavement. There was not much said about the beast laying dead on the road now. For all of their advancements, the Outcasts had come to accept the creatures out here would occasionally give them far more trouble than they prepared to deal with.
It had taken more ammo than any of them wanted to use but the creature was most certainly dead now. And one less deathclaw was roaming the wastes.Â
Through the lenses of his armor, Tristan studied the beast with mild interest. Noting the size and the shape of the horns- different from what he had seen in the D.C ruins. âGo on without me. I will meet you at the salavaging point.âÂ
Tycho sighed and put the cap back on his scope. He had been following the deathclaw since early that morning only to watch it get cut down by a squad of not-Brotherhood soldiers. Descending the stairs of the ruined building he had set up his blind in, he made his way towards the one armored being who had stayed behind. He tried to make his approach as noisy as possible, kicking an empty can off some concrete to announce himself. âAfternoon, uh, soldier!â He called out, spreading his hands open at his side in a non-threatening gesture. âI donât sâpose youâd be willinâ tâpart with a few cuts of meat offa that beast thereâ
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