More like Kellogg just tiring Cait out by just dodging all while having something bundled beneathe his jacket. “Oh but everyone else will notice the stain that balding head will leave on the counter!”Ī brawl breaks out. I’ll finish my Nuka-Cola and be on my way. Until the infamous Kellogg took a seat at the other end. She’d drink from the top shelf in between jobs with her own space. She can be found in Goodneighbor at the Third Rail where she’s claimed the counter for herself. She’d go after a raider boss with nothing but a bat and rage fueled by the poison. Cait would take the most dangerous jobs not just for the hazard pay, but to have an excuse to need psycho.
Tommy sadly sighs at how Cait doesn’t realize she’s beating herself to death.Įventually Cait made herself a name as yet another Commonwealth merc, one that even the Gunners stay clear of in fear of getting their head smashed in. “Your loss Tommy! I’ll just put these guns to work somewhere they’ll be appreciated!” Tossed out of the Combat Zone, Cait never thought that putting on a good show and gouging out a raider’s eyes would get her tossed out. “Get outta here you junkie! Don’t show your face ‘round here til you get that psycho out of your system!” “Finally” the exasperated merc exhales as he looks down on his napping son. That’s because you gotta be Kellogg to pull something like that. You ever hear a robot get their head ripped off without a sound? No. Now that we’re on our way, I’d like to tell you all that I can do for you-“ “ALRIGHT! I’ll take care of this Mechanist for you. I can even create a nursing subroutine and care for your son.” I’m well equiped for scavenging and building. “I could be of much assistance to you and your son. She’d follow this man until he’d take her with him. That would be enough to go on at the moment since Ada has nothing. Surely that must mean this man must have some shred of compassion. Didn’t want to help in the first place”īut he did. All 3 desires are satisfied with this grizzled man and his son. Handy in Sanctuary, now this.”Īda had no one left and sought to avenge her family. But with enough whining and teary eyes from his adopted son, Kellogg came in charging to save a lone automatron that looks like a mess of parts.
Years of experience and overall distrust of any sentient machine due to his experience with 2nd gen synths have led to a preference Kellogg wishes to satisfy in any situation: NO DROIDS.īe it a synth or Protectron (after a certain unpleasant experience with one back in the Mojave), Kellogg prefers to work with those who haven’t been programmed to think the way they do. Are these people potential allies, or just obstacles to his new found family? On his journey to escape the Institute and find a new home for him and his new son, he stumbles upon a unique cast. Rediscovering his paternal instincts and discovering a chance of redemption, Kellogg dispatches the scientists with him and decides to protect the boy and raise him as his own. Sent to retrieve an asset for the Institute from Vault 111, Kellogg discovers that the package that’s been under ice for almost 200 years is really just a baby still fussing in the arms of his already dead parent.
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