Now that all my companions are found and/or killed, Father E tells me it’s time to start breaking into the Vault. I can’t remember why I wasn’t just trying to break into the vault this whole time, honestly. Why did I bother finding all these people again? Why not go right for the goal? Why all this getting jerked around? Oh I remember, this is my hell.
I go back to the lobby and do some stuff to a computer and then head back up to Vera’s suite. I guess she’s the “KEY” to the Vault or something? And Christine’s new voice is actually Vera’s voice so uuuugh let’s go open the Vault or whatever. She calls up an elevator and down I go.
Into the next level of hell.
I walk into a hallway and can see a vault surrounded by walkways and some toxic cloud and forcefields blocking my way into it. Awesome. Let me guess, I gotta do some elaborate shit to get in there. I walk down a hallway and my collar start beeping. I back up. NNNNNNooooooooo.
I run down the hall, look around, run back. Run in again, look around, run back to safety. Fuuuuuck. Finally I run in, spot the speaker, shoot it and…oh god, my collar is still beeping. I back off again and it stops. There must be ANOTHER ONE. I start going up some stairs and find a small safe spot where I spy another speaker far across the room. I shoot it, and oh god run run run fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
I make it to a terminal and shut off the alarms which I guess were also making my collar beep. WHAT THE HELL.
In the next room are a bunch of security holograms. Jesus fucking chr…
I try to sneak past the holograms…SEVERAL times, only to be spotted and have to dart out of room. I need to get to a console in a small room on the other side of the room to shut off the forcefield to get to the next area. Finally, I say to myself, FUCK IT. I hit a Med X and just RUN PAST ALL OF THE HOLOGRAMS.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
OH GOD I MADE IT. HIDE. SHUT OFF THE FORCEFIELD.
Catch my breath.
I wait there for a minute. The holograms become less angry at me, because thankfully they are DUMB.
Then after a bit, I get up again and run past them screaming into the next room. HOLY GOD.
That was probably not how I was intended to get past that. But intentions are not intended for me. Or…something. Look, I MADE IT.
After like another room or two of ordeals I look and oh hey, I’m back at the vault! There’s the door I came in! Sweet!
I run over and open the door.
And inside
are
gold
bars.
OH MAN.
Each gold bar is worth 10,000ish caps and weighs 35 pounds each. Fuck. I can’t…carry them all. How the fuck am I going…
I start dropping everything I have. All my guns (save for one), my food, my clothes, everything. I drink 14 bottles of whiskey at once. (I uh…I can’t DROP those, I mean c’mon.) I manage to pick up 7 gold bars without being overencumbered. I check around the room for other stuff I can carry that doesn’t weigh anything, and check again to see if there’s anything else I can drop. I am 3 pounds under my max with alcohol and a buffout boosting me.
GODDAMMIT DEAN.
I WOULD’VE LET YOU HELP ME CARRY ALL THIS GOLD OUT.
I go over to a terminal and look around. I find the LONGEST LETTER EVER from the builder of the casino to Vera. Jesus christ dude, shut up. She’s dead!
As I leave the terminal, Father E is suddenly on a screen again. All talking to me. Ho lord. Look dude, I’m here. Get down here and look around or whatever you want. He says he’s not gonna and I make some threats and some mother-y insults and he says he’ll be right down then.
AND tells me not go in the vault? And not to touch anything.
Uuuuh. Heh heh heh. Um. That’s gonna…I already…eeeeeh….
I go to the door and wait for him to show up. As he approaches, I hear him outside getting mad at me? What the…He starts shooting at the door, so I open it.
AND THERE HE IS.
The bastard that put me through this goddamn ordeal.
Okay sure, it’s not exactly what I wanted. All I got is this goddamn assault rifle. But I do have 7 gold bars, and he’s gonna die, right as he was about to get what he wanted. I wanted to kill him with snipey or Maria or any of my nicer guns.
Or
god, I would love to just…just CHOKE HIM SLOWLY. MAYBE BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH ONE OF THESE GOLD BRICKS.
Honestly just shooting him with my gun? It…it was nice, but it wasn’t nearly torturous enough. It was far too swift for the crimes that guy committed against my person.
After murdering him, I take a moment to celebr–GOD. FUCKING. DAMMIT. MY COLLAR IS BEEPING!
AND THOSE FUCKING FORCE FIELDS ARE BACK.
I need to hurry back to the elevator, and I need to take the fucking long way. I start running through the winding hallways as fast as I can back through all the holograms, toxic clouds, and whatever else was trying to get me, until finally, and just BARELY making it to the elevator. OH THANK GOD.
I end up outside the casino again near the fountain. I take the briefest of seconds to stare angrily at the gate to the Sierra Madre before hurrying to the gate back to the Wasteland as fast as I can.
YES GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
Back in the Brotherhood bunker where I was originally abducted, I take a moment to enjoy just being somewhere without ghosts or any other horribly things ready to kill me. And then I climbed a ladder back outside, and suddenly the other ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE POUNDS of stuff I was carrying were returned to me. It took almost five whole minutes. And now I can barely move.
I am currently dragging my ass to Novac, where the nearest Mojave Express mailbox is.
I’m going to spend all of this gold on booze.