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// Journal 11 
// Story: The Courier's Journal 
// by RF and AG 
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	A Broken Land - Day 3


I think Ulysses is getting mad at me for not hurrying up quicker, though it only shows in little flecks in his voice. He’s more like the NCR then he likes to believe, or at least more like the symbol on the flag. Two headed bear, one symbolizing one thing and the other symbolizing the other. He says they represent the old world and the new world. Perhaps, but when applied to him they represent his desire to end this, and his desire to meet me. If he truly wanted only the first thing, then I wouldn’t need to be walking this far. 

By the way, new tip. Stay the fuck out of tunnels when not in the Mojave or the west coast. I’m going to call them Tunnelers, might as well. Also, that will be the last time I mention them. Tore a Deathclaw to shreds in a group of three. Lucky for me, I’m far more agile than a Deathclaw. 

When I finally broke the surface again, Ulysses seemed rather glad to actually be able to contact me. Despite his misanthropic philosophies, I think he might actually have redeemable qualities … maybe. He had enough humanity in him to break free from Caesar's poisonous grip, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the second former Legion member I didn’t kill on sight. 

Did I mention I like bridges? No joke, I think they are cool in their ability and how they were designed. Even if this bridge contained enough Scorched Men to make up the NCR outpost leading west. Sounded fun, and dangerous, mind you. 

Picked off the only one carrying a rocket launcher with my sniper before diving behind the cover of a completely blown up car. Can’t trust the ones that still had an engine in them. Either way, it was a tense minute or so where I was literally waiting for the fuckers to finish pumping round after round on the car. It seemed whatever happened to them dulled their minds a little. The fact none of them charged me in between suppressing fire left me open to take out the machine gunners in two small bursts. 

From there, it was as simple as walking forward and emptying clips. Twenty more down, in quick work, though admittedly that sniper in the dual collapsed buildings spanning the bridge was annoying. Fucker could actually shoot …  at least till I put a round through the top of his head at maybe a thousand meters. 

I scrounged the bodies before scaling that building. Glad I did too, was able to pick up something worthwhile. First off was a fifty cal sniper, only good for three shots but did it ever mess up that small pack of Deathclaws. The second item was a nice suit of what looked like NCR Ranger armor, only better. I saw the Ranger armor back when I ‘worked’ with the NCR in McCarran and it looked nice, but was shoddy for protection. This one though … it was modified. Additional plating of a lighter flavour but looked stronger. Whoever made this was a genius, took oval shaped metal disks and overlapped them with some sort of compound that looked far superior to WonderGlue. Either way it was mine now, I didn’t really care about the blood stains. 

Kept moving down the massive bridge after that, nothing interfering with me and it made it  rather lonely, yet I liked it more than most walks I’ve taken. Sure, walks with Boone were quiet, but with this ruined land laid in front of me, it made me question some things. Nothing that needs to be written here, but needed nevertheless. 

Ended up walking through another silo, though this one wasn’t as abandoned, not that it matters to me. Cleared it and set up camp on the other side, with my goal of reaching Ulysses tomorrow. 

I think that’s ...

Wait … it occurred to me that I never mentioned ED-E. You see, I found this floating mechanical ball back in the Mojave and it wandered with me as a spotter and a way to boost my Pipboy’s signal. I guess I had traveled with the one from the Mojave so long that I never thought to mention that I found another one here. This ED-E, and yes, I am calling it by the same name, provided the exact same functions except Ulysses was using it to talk to me and receive my responses.

Odd how killing things and watching the horror I unleashed on a settlement took my mind off of everything else. So yeah … floating metal ball companion. Fun, fun, fun in the land of death and horror. 

When I save the Mojave … when I give my last orders to Yes Man … I’m done. Done with this place. Maybe I’ll go north and find out what happened to that country above us. Canada, was it? Something like that.