Chapter 423 - Dreams VS Reality...

Cass gives him an annoyed look for ignoring her but repeats herself regardless, "I needed your help on something Glados asked me, she wants me to make a caravan and head to California with it, but we lack man-power and the Brahmin needed to carry it all. I'm pretty sure we could sell any tech we make here and make a fortune, but that's not the purpose of the caravan, so..." she shrugs, "Any ideas?"

"Huh, didn't think Glados would ask you. I figured if she wanted an information network on other countries she'd just use robots or launch a satellite or something. Er, do you need to use Brahmin or could we just give you a vehicle?" he asks, wondering if there was a way to reverse mutations on Brahmin and return cows to the world.​​

Cass shakes he head, "That'd catch too much attention... Usually only the NCR military or the Brotherhood have vehicles... Not regular traders."

Afton nods, "Alright, Brahmin it is... As for goods? Seeing as Glados probably doesn't care if you make a profit or not, we could sell water?"

Again, Cass shakes her head, "Water's too heavy for the distance I'm going to have to travel. Not cost efficient enough, plus, there are plenty of places in California you can get water." she explains.

Afton crosses his arms, "Hmm... Ah! I got it... Clothing! Not just wasteland leathers, but proper, pre-war clothing. Who in this age makes suits after all?"

Cass shrugs, "The Ultra-Lux?"

Afton huffs, "Yeah, but I doubt they do mail order shipping. Besides, whatever we could make here would be substantially better to whatever others can produce..."

Cass nods, "I guess it could work? It might help me with meeting with the higher echelons of California if I'm selling those kinds of clothes I guess? But, that doesn't fix my issue of lacking people, Glados forbids me from even thinking about taking the others girls here."

"They can't leave because I don't trust them not to reveal this places location... By the end of the week we'd have the armies of the NCR and Brotherhood up our collective asses. Anyway, Just take some Protectrons and Cyberdogs with you, a couple Cyberdogs could take care of a Deathclaw no problem, so unless you go wandering into a nest you'll be fine." he explains.

Cass nods, "That'll be fine then, I think... I'll go wandering around the crater to see if any brahmin herds are around. Keep me updated on the progress." she says before leaving.

Afton looks to the drone floating next to him, "Glados. Start production in high-quality prewar suits, also, have Klein and Mobius see if it's possible to create a non-metallic listening device small enough to not be detected. I'm hoping these suits'll find their way into high society, if we can listen in then we'll be much better informed."

"Production on Deathclaw leather will temporarily come to a halt if we begin production on suits." the AI says, as if asking if that's what he intends.

"That's fine, we have enough dusters for now." he says as he finally heads up to the Sink. Once he gets there his Intelligence in increased by the lighting, which is helpful as he heads straight to the Laboratory he'd had added to the complex.

The new room itself looked like a mechanics dream... Though it was a bit messy. He could have some spiderbots clean the place, but he'd probably just get mad about loosing a screw somewhere or something. Being messy was ok if it was your mess and you generally knew what was where.

Anyway, he walks straight up to the work bench which had scattered pieces of scrap metal atop it... he'd been working on a project for a couple days now, but it was still in it's infancy. He'd not had a [Eureka!] moment yet which had increased the amount of time this project would take...

From under the workbench he pulls out what looks like a metal bar with a handle. The handle itself was filled with microfusion cells to power it. As of right now it didn't work, but once he created a viable prototype, the Mojave, Nay!, the WORLD would tremble before it!...

Ok, he might be a bit over dramatic, but considering what he was making he thought he had the right to be. The name of the project is... The Ultra Chainsword.

Unoriginal? Slightly... But is was different enough from the Warhammer version that he felt he could patent it differently... Probably.

He intended to have an Proton blade like his Proton axes, but he wished to make that a revolved blade like a chainsaw... Imagine the cutting power of a lightsabre, combined with a chainsaw! It was making him hard just thinking about it!

Some might say it was pointless since the Proton axes could cut through most things, but he'd disagree. It only seemed like that because Afton was using it, against unarmed and light armoured targets it cuts fine, but unless Afton was using it, that's were it stopped.

Sure, if you held it against metal long enough you might melt through it, but that wasn't all that helpful in a fight... So, if he wanted his companions to be able to cut through anything the Ultra Chainsword would be needed... Plus, it was pretty fucking cool!

Regardless, the project was still in its early stages, not even 10% completed. The problem was making the energy blade actually revolve without cutting out... The energy projectors themselves weren't meant to move, making it incredibly unstable and causing it to cut out at random.

Yeah, he'd made no progress... But, all that meant was he was overlooking an obvious answer.. One he'd find eventually. His dreams of having an army of Power armour, Ultra Chainsword wielding badasses would not be stifled!