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The gutsy class robot hovered out of the RobCo facility. Something it hadn't done on over 200 years. It didn't know why it did, or why it's didn't care about its orders. It just left.

Now first order of business.

Damn plasma caster's damaged, gotta fix that.

The gutsy class robot hovered round the external of the facility, only finding an offline mister handy robot scorched black.

Poor basted. Never stood a chance with those weapons.

The robot continued around the facility, locating a dead brotherhood of steel paladin. It recognised the T-45b power armor as American military.

Damn commie bastards! Don't worry soldier, I'll find the bastard that did this to you. But for now I need to borrow that weapon.

After 20 minuets of welding sparks, the robot had successfully repaired it's plasma caster, using components from the paladins plasma rifle, it improving its efficiency by over 200%. With its now working plasma caster, the robot set off across the wasteland, determined to return the holotags of the brotherhood paladin and kill whatever had killed his fellow soldier.

After half an hour of hovering through the wasteland the robots sensors picked up a new radio frequency.

"People of the Capital Wasteland! It is I, Three Dog, your ruler! Hear me, and, obey! Oh, sorry, that's that, OTHER, radio station.

It's been some time since those plucky Paladins in Power Armor first stormed the Jefferson Memorial, and gave The Enclave their walking papers. But the fight, dear children, did not end there. The Brotherhood has been pursuing President Eden's little minions throughout the wasteland. Y'know... some laser beams here, a few exploded corpses there. Let's just hope this mop-up operation ends ASAP. The Enclave has been responsible for enough death, and destruction, we need to get back to normal. Y'know...like fighting Raiders, and Super Mutants

Until next time, this is Three Dog, OWWWWWWWWW! And you're listening to Galaxy News Radio! Bringing you the truth, no matter how bad it hurts."

Other radio station? He doesn't mean those American military wannabes? Bunch of idiots being lead around by a robot president. Sounds communist to me.

Now brotherhood of steel, that's an American name if ever I heard one.

The robot continued on through the wasteland, until its audio sensors picked up a blood curdling scream.

Its advanced optical sensors quickly picked up the cause of the scream, finding it to be a girl no older than 17 years of age, and she was being chased by an approximately 25 year old male Caucasian, wearing apparently scrap iron. Even the robot could see the man had lust in his eyes.

The robot activated its combat system immediately, shooting the raider dead. The raider made a nice little green pile of goo.

The girl tripped and fell knocking herself unconscious for a couple of minuets. By the time she had regained consciousness, the gutsy class robot was hovering over her looking down with one of its optical sensors. She looked up at the menacing robot fearfully.

"Theirs no need to be afraid miss, unless you're a Chinese spy that is" the robot explained, attempting to tone down the drill Sargent voice.

"Um... Thanks, I guess." the girl replied, after which she let out a high pinched wail of pain as she attempted to stand. The robot swung around another of its optical sensors and using its infrared vision, was able to determine a fracture in the bone.

"You appear to have a fracture in your left leg miss. I am not equipped to treat such injuries. Can you instruct me to where I could locate a physician, as I am more than capable of transporting you their." the robot blurted out immediately.

Gritting her teeth to bare the pain she replied to the robot

"Tenpenny towers would be the closest, but I doubt they'd even let me in because I'm a friend of those 'eyesores'. The next closest place would be megaton I guess."

Curious, the robot enquired "Eyesores? What do you mean?"

"Really? You don't know what I mean? I'm talking about the ghouls. You know most of them are like 200 years old. Covered in radiation burns" the girl explained.

"Eyesores! Those are our fellow compatriots. Doesn't he know those are the men and women that fought died for out country. He sounds COMMUNIST to me!" the robot exclaimed, exploding into patriotic rage.

"Calm down robot!" the girl shouted, then winced in pain.

With that the robot using two of its three arms hoisted up the girl an propelled itself across the wasteland at a great deal of knots toward megaton.

It didn't take long for the robot to arrive at megaton. Upon entering the robot was stopped by the towns sheriff Lucas Simms

"What the hell!" the sheriff exclaimed, seeing the robot carrying a girl. The robot immediately raised its plasma caster and said

"Put your gun down and tell me where to find a doctor, before I put a big green hole in you."

The sheriff didn't budge, quietly murmuring "Dumb robot".

"Don't patronise me human, I am in fact an extremely intelligent" the robot shouted, but before he could shoot the sheriff, the girl regained consciousness once again, causing the robot to cease. She quickly realised what had happened muttering "for god sake robot, can you cut the psycho rage for a minuet".

The robot complied lowering its plasma caster. The girl then proceeded to say

"you'll have to forgive my friend here , he's kinda a robot killing machine."

The sheriff then directed the robot to the megaton clinic. Doc Church went to work setting the girls leg while the robot wandered around the clinic. Eventually the robot came across a broken terminal, he immediately removed the terminals casings and set to work repairing it. In the robots more than capable hands the terminal was restored to working order within minuets. The robot the noticed a discarded holotape. The robot quickly scanned through the tape, committing each letter to memory (not that he has any choice in the matter, he's a robot).