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=== | ===Scribe Valdez - Personal Logs=== | ||
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==== | ====Appalachia==== | ||
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Appalachia. After so many months, we're finally here. | |||
We came expecting the worst. The [[Scorched Plague|Scorched plague]], utter desolation. I remember sitting by Scribe Takano as we listened to each new communication from [[Elizabeth Taggerdy|Paladin Taggerdy's]] [[Brotherhood of Steel (Appalachia)|chapter]]. | |||
Every attempt to fight the [[Scorched]] brought failure and loss. Paladin Taggerdy, as strong as she was, sounded more desperate every time we heard her. | |||
I grew to understand why my parents insisted I stay a Scribe. I couldn't help but be thankful I was safe in [[Lost Hills|my bunker]], and not out fighting THAT. | |||
Still, as the years passed, I couldn't help but yearn for the adventurous life of my peers. | |||
When the time finally came for our expedition east, I jumped at the chance. Scribe Takano wanted to go, but I insisted she stay, for her health. Even if she did make it all the way here, I think the grief would be too much for her. | |||
I'll admit I was surprised when we arrived - it was more than desolation. | |||
There were people. Settlers and Raiders, and those caught in between. The Scorched are present, but there are rumors a cure. Some [[Vault Dweller (Fallout 76)|vault dwellers]] - America's best and brightest - concocted an inoculation and spread it among the people here. | |||
I'm skeptical, of course. After all the horror I heard on that radio, how could I not be? But I can't deny that Appalachians have found a way to survive. | |||
We came here for knowledge. Maybe that starts with learning from them? | |||
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==== | ====ATLAS Observatory==== | ||
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We've set up base in the old ATLAS Observatory. "Fort Atlas," we've named it. I like the name. It sounds strong. | |||
This place was always on our list of targets. We know it's not just here for stargazing. The old regime was building something here, and we need to find out what. | |||
My first task is to do some research - start rooting through old terminal entries, and catalog any old Holotapes we find lying around. | |||
I've started an archive on this terminal to that effect. Hopefully some juicy leads turn up soon. | |||
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