#janey thread;

@misfits-of-zaun Cooper & Janey

Now, Janey hated many things. Some of them she could share out loud: Vault Tec, the Enclave, cowards, her many enemies, radiation sickness, roach meat, and more. She also hated things she could not say out loud, not because her raiders would ditch her for it, they were ready to die for her regardless, but because she didn't want to admit it to herself: unfair fights, the way people treated ghouls and synths before even talking to them, punishments that in her opinion went too far. Putting someone in a fucking grave for decades was a punishment that went too far. It was also something Dom Pedro had done, and he was someone she'd share her hate for.

One of the many reasons, besides wanting to get a hold of the scientist to make sure he'd get to Moldaver, why she had Roy and Pat dig the ghoul out that night; she was stronger than the both of them, but she had to keep some distance in case he jumped out of there as a feral one and needed someone to end his misery. Her minigun was hanging from a strap around her shoulder as always, but her hand was close to the gun to do a cleaner job.

@atomiqueen getting some Janey!

🛑 - for janey! [send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours.] @radiaking

With yet another radaway working to detox her, this time the slow but more effective IV-way, she couldn't do much but wait and regret everything. She had saved Cowboy's ass and for what? He was a ghoul, chances he'd get shot right in the brain weren't that many, yet she had still gotten in the way to make real sure he'd survive. Because of him. He reminded her of her dad, with the hat and the voice, even if the accent was wrong. Hell, maybe his voice was wrong too, her holotapes had broken years ago and her memories had gotten messed up by all the lies she had been told.

@walkswastes asked for more Janey

@pipboygenius

@protectxthem asked for a Janey starter (writing it for the Ghoul)

It was a trap like any other, on a shitty day like any other. Janey, now Coop, had let herself get captured so that her raiders could, well, raid the bounty hunter's home and get back what she wanted, and she was playing compliant, pretending that all the blood in her clothes was hers while he bragged about getting the leader of the group. She leaned against the counter of the shady bar where most of the transaction - collecting bounties, selling slaves - happened, trying to look defeated instead of bored like she was, eyes scanning the room for dangers. The only noteworthy person was a Ghoul who had clearly seen battle, the others could be taken out with one of the near jugs.

@misfits-of-zaun for Lachlan

Janey had let her men convince her to join them for a drink at the pub of the place with the promise that they often had clear water, something she was longing for. There were about fifteen of them, and since the people working at the counter were all female, it took one look from her to make sure they'd be on their best behavior. Just one night of drinking and being non-violently stupid, maybe some of them could find somebody who would take them upstairs for a cheap amount of caps too, and there was even a singer to cheer up the place. She went to sit at one of the empty seats, her regular sour expression leaving space for a temporary softer one at the sight of a dog resting, and the dog must have smelled hers because it looked right at her; satisfied, she took off the strap of her submachine gun so she could relax more, had Roy order her the glass of water and something with sugar, and took a moment to flash her blank expression at one of her newest raiders, who had just yelled: "Sing another one, woman!" to the singer. He saw Janey's face and quickly added: "Please. Ma'am." Janey stared at him for a couple of more seconds and then let it go. It was a thin line, allowing her raiders to be menacing but not letting them believe they could take too many liberties with women - for her own good but also because she would not stand for it.

Still, soon enough she was thinking of the dog again, and of the treats in her dufflebag, and finally she addressed what seemed to be the owner. "Hey you," she called out, which made the dog look as well, "That your dog? Can he eat these?" She showed the BlamCo Dog-Treats box, "Or she, whatever."

@okiedokiegoosey - from Janey

If there was one category of people besides Vault Tec that pissed Janey off, it was slavers. Stuck in the back of a truck with another woman they had knocked out, she had awakened first, checked whether the other captive was breathing, unable to see much into the darkness that was only brightened by the moonlight coming from the passengers' window, and then she had started kicking the doors. She was strong enough to have a good chance, and once she got her hands on her stuff back she'd make sure no one else would survive. Well, except for the other woman. "Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty," Janey intoned sarcastically when she started waking up, and gave two other kicks at the door. The stranger was wearing a jumpsuit, that much she could see, but couldn't be a Vaultie; the closest one was 4 and none of them would ever venture in that territory, so the poor idiot must have bought it at the market, like others before her, thinking it stopped radiation. "We got a door to kick open. Any chance you know how to fight? Slavers got us. For now."