Nisha here.

Bandit hunting.

Thanks. And your icon isn’t wearing one, so maybe you should have staked that claim a little more thoroughly. 

The fun is that they’re going to shoot at me, and then I’m going to shoot at them, and then they’ll be on the ground.

And, yeah. It was on the moon, and there wasn’t much to see, but, eh. At least I got a story out of it. Vault hunting isn’t my main trade, anyway.

Sure is. Why, you looking for fashion tips?

You were the first to follow who isn’t either a) showing off their weird alien features in their profile picture, or b) already hittin’ that. Hey.

Name of the planet I live on. Real fucked up, violent place. Pretty infamous, actually, can’t imagine what kind of backwater galaxy you must be from.

Vaults are these big caches that are rumored to be in various places on the planet. Dunno if they’d have them in whatever galaxy you’re from. But a lot of people think there’s fame, riches, and unimaginable technology waiting inside. Most people who go looking for one just end up getting killed, though. Dangerous work.

Runs around committing crimes, doesn’t shower regularly, that kind of thing. Real scum of the Pandora types. You can get out a coherent sentence, so you’ve already got an upper hand.

Hi, I’m Nisha. Lawbringer. If you aren’t a bandit I’m sure we’ll get along, have some fun. And if you are a bandit, well, that’ll be fun for me in a different way.

Okay, you three have these matching orange head growths in your icons, so I’m quarantining you to this post and I’ll make another one to say hi to the normal people. I’m Nisha. Been to a Vault and lived to tell the tale, ask me anything.

Either I gotta get a lot more drunk right now, or you gotta get a lot less with the “baby” and the “girl.” Another problem with you being up in the artificial gravity ivory tower: no one there willing to smack more sense into you.