NOTE: This page is a bit busy, I’ll try and make individual pages for each role soon, right now I’m just putting the quest together so it’s all just splayed onto the page.

Scribe Hammond(FILLED)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWZDZ6CUgVY&

Butcher (FILLED)

Eightball – (FILLED)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7B3uzEskfRM&

Knight Sandra Casilla – (FILLED)

Scribe Jones – Lines in Red

Carver(Holotape Recordings) – Lines in Blue

Doctor Covington – Lines in Purple

Canary Sam – Lines in Bright Red

Junkie – Lines in Bluish Purple

Safehouse Guard – Lines in Turquoise

Scenes with Scribe Jones 1

Hey Jonesy, is it true you’re like a math wizard or something?

Hardly. It’s more of a parlor trick than anything. You give me any two integers to multiply, and I can produce an answer in a matter of seconds.

Wow, that’s neat. Okay, what’s sixteen times a billion?

Sixteen times a…(scoffs). Are you sure that’s the question you want to ask?

What’s the problem? I thought you said any two integers.

(fumbling) W-Well I know what I said. But your question hardly serves as an adequate example of this talent.

Ha! Talent! So you are proud of your little trick. No need to hide it Jonesy. Just own it.

Scenes with Scribe Jones 2

Stop fidgeting. Casilla cleared out the roach buggers, sprayed ’em real good.

With Tetramethrin ?

With lasers. But your idea is better.

Scenes with Scribe Jones 3

Did you know there are countless ways you can die just sitting down reading a book? Mold, bacteria, asbestos, scurvy…

Again with the death stuff. Don’t be weird. I can’t think when you’re weird.

My fascination with death is hardly morbid. It’s inevitable, and dare I say, poetic. And I don’t think it’s improper to have some control over the manner in which that poetry is written.

But if you choose how you die, it isn’t death. It’s suicide.

Scenes with Scribe Jones 4

It just dawned on me that you were the fifth from our class to become a scribe.

Was I? (counts on fingers) 1, 2, 3….hey, you’re right! I was fifth! Sweet!

You seem pleased with this revelation.

Why not? Five’s a good number, right? Yay, five! They’re like “S’s” with attitude.

Wrong, Scribe Hammond. Five is a prime number. It is a cyst suppurating on the chin of an otherwise perfect square.

But…high fives…the fifth element…Roman numeral V!

You’re a cyst, Hammond.  A blight on this land.

Hey, weren’t you the second one from our class to be a scribe?

And your point is?

Five times two is ten! Ten is like the roundest number there is! Well, other than zero, but who’s counting.
Anyways, you realize what this means right? Alone we suck, but together we make a good team!

Ugh. Please do not ruin my mathematical analogies with your hokey sentimentality.

Mathemagical, Jonesy. It’s mathemagics.

Scene with Jones 5

How are those calculations coming along?

Painstakingly. Painfully. The operative word being “pain.”

Or maybe it’s real easy, like “painting” with numbers. (jabs Jones with elbows) Huh? Huh?

Ugh. Do you have anything of substance to offer? 

Nope! Just seeing how we’re doing.

 

Scene with Jones 2

How much longer until we receive the transmission?

Patience Jonesy. It’ll come when it comes.

The Elders won’t like this. Our tasks numbered two. We were supposed to make the discovery and keep it a secret.

Well, one out of two isn’t bad! If this was baseball, we’d be in the Hall of Fame!

I do not know this “Hall of Fame.” So I have no opinion on what being inside it constitutes.
But I share no enthusiasm in joining any club that would have me as a member.

Ha! You told a joke! Groucho Marx, right? Ah Jonesy, I always knew you had it in you. 

Scenes with Knight Casilla 1

Glad you’re sticking with us, Casilla.

Of course ma’am. It’s my duty.

But do you like your duties? Maybe back in Providence you think I should’ve zagged instead of zigged, and you’re like the queen of the zaggers and totally hate me for it.

This whole city is full of mutants and apostates.  It doesn’t matter if you go left or right, the only difference is who has the sun at their backs when I eliminate them.

Scene with Casilla 2

It’ll be nice to go back home after all this time.

So long as the mission is completed.

You don’t sound too enthusiastic to leave though.

I mean no disrespect ma’am. I just like being in the trenches.
Back home, the only thing worth killing is time.

Scenes with Jones and Knight Casilla

Is it true some people use the word “knight” as a pejorative?

That’s right sir. Our enemies like to say we’re relics, trying to save the world with our code of bullshit.

And is that what you think?

No sir. It’s an honor to wear the armor and the name.

But you acknowledge there are those who disagree.
Despite our efforts, there are people out there who will call you a “knight” and then snicker at the mention of it.

That’s because sarcasm is a weapon used by weaklings and cowards, sir.
I believe if you have an objection you should speak your words with conviction.
Only then will you earn the respect of others.

You’ll get no argument from me. The world, however, may be a tougher sell.

Knight Sandra Casilla

The Scribes have their own way of doing things. It’s not my place to interfere with their research.

Move along, wastelander.

The Scribes here are under my protection.

Talk to Scribe Hammond if you want to help. Otherwise, I suggest you keep moving.

Wastelander.

 

SCRIBE JONES

There are over six million ways to die and yet we invariably choose from a collection numbering no more than twenty. We are nothing if not a predictable lot.

Radiation poisoning, dehydration and gunshot wounds are perhaps the worst offenders.
I, on the other hand, plan to die in the most unique way possible. Although I’ll settle for an uncommon one.

Math is the language of the universe. Some would think our illiteracy a shame, but the Brotherhood believes it is a language only the worthy are allowed to speak.

She calls me Jonesy. My name is Jones. It is as clear as Arial font. There is no additional consonant and sometimes vowel at the end of it.

Knight Casilla has been a welcome sherpa on this climb.  

While I can multiply any two integers, I have trouble doing the reverse – factoring numbers is almost like trying to speak backwards. 

Many have tried to reconcile Einstein’s law of relativity with quantum mechanics – to merge the infinite with the infinitesimal.
It is a noble goal. However, it remains to be seen whether this scholar found the answer when so many before have failed.

(NO EFFECT NEEDED FOR CARVER’S HOLOTAPES. FOR DOC’S RADIO MESSAGE, A HIGH PASS FILTER TECHNIQUE WILL LIKELY BE USED)

CARVER’S HOLOTAPE RECORDINGS

The Doc calls it the theory of everything. But three weeks in, and we got nothing to show for it.
Meanwhile our supplies are running low and the ghouls are at the door.
He keeps saying he’s close. Well, so are they.

Last night I caught the Doc sitting at his desk, reading a book. Not a science book, but a novel from some Rooskie.
Here we are hanging on by a thread and this guy’s got both feet on his desk, stroking his dick on some commie bullshit.
I ask him why we we’re still here when he has the journal, and he keeps on spewing this bullshit about missing pages.
He keeps pushing my buttons, and it won’t be the pages that go missing. Butcher will see to that.

The ghouls are gone, but so are half my men. Some of the gang are so pissed they want to sell the Doc to slavers.
I told the Doc to stay down in the metro, at least until Butch calms down.
Eightball though, she wants to keep the old man alive, and now that the ghouls are dealt with, all the deaths mean is a bigger cut.
Maybe she knows more than she’s letting on. It’s not like the crew I put together is high on karma.
But I can’t worry about that now. The natives are getting restless. I need to ask the Doc if he’s lined up a buyer.

It turns out the Doc fucked us. I put the revolver to his head and he confessed it all.
This theory of his ain’t worth shit to pigs. He says it’ll be years before we can even prove it, let alone make use of it.
Says that’s how science works. Well, that ain’t how the wastes work. I’m done with this job. I’m cutting the Doc loose. Pretty sure the men will agree. 

DOCTOR COVINGTON

If you’re hearing this transmission, then at the very least you have a stake in my survival. Hopefully after hearing this message, you’ll take measures to ensure it.

My name is Doctor Adlai Covington. I’m a theoretical physicist.

For years I’ve been tracking this journal – equations written by a graduate student – said to finally unite relativity with quantum mechanics.

It’s the holy grail of scientific knowledge, but when I try to explain this to Carver, he accuses me of deception.

I thought our goals were the same, but now it’s obvious we no longer see eye to eye.

You must realize that I can’t be blamed for what happened. I was so close to a breakthrough, I just needed more time! And since Carver was unwilling, I turned to his men.

In my haste to protect my research, I managed to convince them that quantum gravity was a chemical stimulant of some sort.
With the understanding that they could sell this product, they’ve allowed me to continue my research.
Yet it’s only a matter of time before my ruse falls apart.
They’ve taken me to the abandoned suburbs east of where you found this frequency. It shouldn’t be more than a few miles hike.
I can only hope this transmission finds you in time.

find Covington
What are you doing here, I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed!
Wait, you’re not one of them. Is it too much to hope you received my transmission?

That’s right. I found the frequency in an old Pre-War book.
Ah yes, the Tolstoy novel. You found it! Well done!

(if followed)
I see. It’s too bad you couldn’t also find a way to come here alone.
But, if you were going to bring one of them with you, at least you chose the one with the lowest aptitude.
If we speak fast and use plenty of syllables, it’s possible he won’t understand a word we say.

Actually, I’m just here for the journal.
As do I. Hopefully we can share this discovery and save ourselves in the process.  

Oh I don’t know about that. Why should I help you? What’s in it for me?
W-Well, you’d be helping to advance the cause of science! There is no nobler goal in all the world. 

Fair enough. Where is it?
It’s in a safe place, believe me. But that’s not our most pressing issue.

Good news! I don’t need saving. You, on the other hand…well, bad news…
Wait! At least hear me out. You’v come this far already, it certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Where are the chems? I was told you were making batches of quantum gravity.
Chems? Oh, no did you not listen to my transmission?
There are no drugs here. Quantum Gravity is a scientific theory.

So…I can’t get high off it?
Unless you’re speaking of the high of knowing how our universe operates, then unfortunately, no.

If it isn’t chems, then what good are you?
W-Well I do know a bit about theoretical physics. But I’m afraid that might not be the answer you or the people in that house are looking for.

Oh, my mistake. I guess it was too good to be true.
There’s nothing good about chems, I’m afraid. But I fear it will take more than words – or even scientific evidence – to convince my captors otherwise.

If you aren’t a dealer, then we have no issues. I’ve seen the damage chems can do. 
As have I. It’s a terrible pollutant of both the body and mind.

Let’s just get you out of here. We can exchange pleasantries later.
Wait. While I’m thankful for the rescue, I’m not sure what your motivations are. 

My only motivation is to help you.
Then in that case, let’s reason this out together.

I want to get your theory out to the world.
Good. Then our goals are one and the same.

I’m actually working on behalf of the Brotherhood.
The Brotherhood? This is a bit troubling, to be honest.

Are you aware Carver’s dead?
I surmised as much. I swear to you I never meant for things to turn out this way.
You have to understand that had I not turned to his men, I would have never acquired the missing pages of the journal!
And without those pages, there would be no theory. 

What was the theory of everything doing in an office?
Great men are often asked to do things below their station. Einstein himself was once a patent clerk.
However, the journal I uncovered was merely the framework for the theory.
We will still need time to bring it to completion.

The Brotherhood of Steel might help with your research.
I sincerely doubt it. Like all technological advances, their goal is to deprive the public of its use. 
Knowledge is worthless if minds are not allowed to apply it.
If my guess is correct and you’re here on their behalf, I’d ask that you reconsider your goals.

What would you do with this knowledge?
I would put it to the airwaves. Let it spread from station to station across the continental United States. 
After all, with a simple radio anyone has the power to broadcast knowledge, provided the listener knows the right frequency.

If you do that, then the Brotherhood will get access to this knowledge too.
Correct. In other words, if you wish to deliver the theory to the Brotherhood, all you need to do is hand them my radio frequency.
However, if I die here, then the Brotherhood will bury that knowledge along with my corpse.

So what’s your plan for escape?
I can’t leave. Not now when I’m so close. I can’t risk the travel no more than I can risk defying those mercenaries.
At least if I remain here, I have the illusion that we’re working together.
What I need is for you to do is…remove them.
I know what I ask isn’t easy, but if we lose this opportunity, this knowledge may be lost forever.

What if we didn’t defy them? Why not make the chems and do your research?
W-well I don’t know. I’m a physicist. I don’t know a thing about chemistry.
There’s also the moral implications to consider.

Lucky for you, I have no morals.
(Sigh) Truth be told, I did consider making some sort of placebo, but I worried it wouldn’t be enough.
But….we could give them a slightly irradiated soft drink. Nothing too harmful mind you, but enough to make them believe it’s working.
Take the bottle on the desk over there. It’s the one that gave me the original idea.
Hopefully the glow alone will be enough to convince them it’s real.

We feed them sugar water.
I fear that won’t be enough to sway them.

Just mix something up. Let their imagination take care of the rest.
Hm…we could give them a slightly irradiated soft drink. 

I hope you know what you’re doing.

come back 

You’re back. What happened? Did you give them the bottle? Did they believe you?

It’s done. But all you’ve bought yourself is time.
Time is all I need right now. Once the theory is tested and confirmed, I care not what happens to me.

They’ll be getting people high on sugar water for some time.
Yes. While my goal is to prove the theory, it helps knowing we may have done some good as well.

This is raider territory. Even if I clear this place, it might not be safe here.
Is anywhere safe? I’ve heard stories of Super Mutants raiding villages, and parents murdered in their sleep.
There are cities even built around atomic bombs for heaven’s sake!
No, this is the only way. I know it’s an ugly business, but it has to be done. 

I don’t have to do shit. It’s easier to find the journal and leave you here.
Do you even realize what you’re saying? This isn’t just any scientific theory!
You refuse to kill these men, and you’re setting back society by hundreds, no, thousands of years!
I beg you to do what’s right. I know it’s an ugly business, but it has to be done. 

Actually, they’re already dead.
They’re what? But how? Never mind, I don’t want to know. All that matters now is that I finish my work.

I’m so close. There are still some missing sections in the journal. Please, I beg you, do me this favor. I need more time.

You must hurry. The longer we wait the more suspicious they’ll get.

 

if player takes research

No! What are you doing! Put that back!

Make me, asshole.
I see. So you would give that journal to Brotherhood, and set us all back a millennium. 

I’m sorry, but I made a promise.
I am sorry as well. You know not what your actions mean.

Sure. I just need to borrow it for a bit. You understand.
We both know that if you walk out that door, I will never see that journal again.

Whoops. Didn’t think you saw that. Awkward…
I would never let that journal out of my sight. Unfortunately, I can do little else but serve witness to this folly.

On second thought, here. Take it. I didn’t really want it anyway.
Thank you. I realize this was a difficult decision. But in the end, you made the right one.

I won’t try to stop you. But your actions today will change the course of human civilization. And I’m afraid it’s for the worse.

Please. You’ve made your decision. Leave me.
You’ve set mankind’s progress back by centuries. And worse yet, I feel I may have had a hand in its demise.

if mercs killed

You’re back. Have you done as I’ve asked?

All the mercenaries are dead.
Really? All of them? Then it’s finally over.
I thank you friend. You’ve completed your part of the bargain. Now it’s time I complete mine.

Let’s just say they won’t be a problem anymore.
I’m not sure what you mean, but if you’ve bought me even a moment’s worth of time, then I am in your debt. 

 

Tell whoever sent you that the theory of quantum gravity will be broadcast on my frequency as soon as I can verify it in the field.

I don’t know if this will satisfy your handlers, but it will have to do. 

Hellos

I believe you have a delivery to make.
Ah, it’s you. Don’t worry, the raiders have been keeping their distance.
Some of the raider gangs believe this house is haunted. I admit, you make for a frightening ghost.
I’m currently cross-checking the data from the equations with experiments in the real world. So far the two are compatible.
Yes?
I’m close. Very, very close. I just need more time.
A chalkboard would’ve been nice. Something to write on.

Goodbyes
Yes, I think it’s best you leave.
Take care.
Good luck.

Scene if Butch is present

Hey Doc, what’s this?

It’s nothing. You needn’t concern yourself with it.

“Prelimmuna-rary research on quan-tum gravity.” Hey, is this what I think it is? Is this your cookbook for the chems?

(fearful) Of course not! I don’t know what you’re talking about!

Sorry Doc, but the way I see it, if we got the recipe for quantum, then we sure as hell don’t need you.

butcher killed

Oh my! You…you killed him! I didn’t expect so much…so much blood!
But now’s not the time to lose our heads.
I’d wager his friends outside heard you fighting. I’ll wait here while you finish them off.

doc killed

Ha, what a dumb fuck, writing all this shit down. Now all we got to do is find someone who can cook it.

Find Carver’s safehouse, see a junkie outside, forcegreet

JUNKIE

Hey, you! Come here!

You hear about this place too?

Yeah, you got that look. You need a fix.

I bet you’re here to score some Quantum G, right? Think you can get me some? I’m totally good for it.

Young man, judging by the looks of you, I don’t think you’re good for anything.
Aw, don’t say that! I may not be able to get you caps, but I can get other stuff….
I mean come on, just a taste, I’m not greedy!

Quantum G?
You mean you haven’t heard? Man, it’s like, the grooviest high you’ll ever have.
One sip, and you’ll be touching planets and seeing atoms. It’s literally out of this world!
That’s why you gotta help me out. (Lying to player) I used to uh…be a slave, yeah, so I ain’t much for caps.

Yes, I am here to score this thing you refer to.
I knew it! Well, you’ve come to the right place cousin. This isn’t just the river where the quantum flows. It’s the source.
I was gonna get some too, but then my uh…grandma got this nasty scorpion bite and like, I had to buy a stimpak instead.

I’m just passing through. Excuse me.
Oh, I hear ya. Just going to get yourself a drink, right? 
I was too, but then I got robbed, yeah, robbed, and now I don’t have enough caps to get the good stuff!

Hellos
So you gonna help me score or what?
Seriously, I just need a taste.
Did you get me anything? You got me something, right? Tell me you got something!

How can you be sure Quantum Gravity even exists?
How can it not? It’s all anyone’s been talking about for the past three weeks!
My buddy down in Rivet City said he basically swore off Jet and Psycho once he got a taste.

How did you hear about his place?
Word’s out all over the Wastes. Big Town, Megaton, any trader east of the Mississippi will tell you all about Quantum G.

What’s it like inside?
Lot of beef, which makes sense cause they gotta protect their product, you know?
Guy in the kitchen is selling the weak stuff. You know, psycho, jet. But you want the quantum, you gotta talk to the boss I think.

What’s in the garage?
Ah, now we’re talking. I’m thinking that’s the main supply. Not that it matters. It’s locked tighter than a black hole.
But thing is, around midnight, one of the guards goes down and checks on the chef.
Problem is, it’s too dark to see where he’s going.
My guess though? You follow the guard, you find the key.

I have to go.
All right, but remember, sharing is caring, and the karma will do you good.

(optional objective, steal key)

post quest

Do you feel it? Because I totally do…

Whoa…are those stars real?

Quantum gravity man…I told you this stuff is legit.

Enter Carver’s safehouse, greeted by two raiders, Butcher and Eightball 

CANARY SAM

A new client, huh? Go upstairs. Can’t sell you so much as a candy bar until you talk to the boss.

Hellos
What can I get you?
Looking for a fix? 
Got everything but the quantum. You’ll have to ask the boss about that. But I wouldn’t recommend it.

So, you’re still alive. That’s the second one today. Boss must be in a good mood.

Why do they call you Canary Sam?
You know how miners use canaries in coal mines?
Well, we plan on moving around a bit, so Eightball keeps me around because I’m radiation sensitive.
If I get sick or drop dead, that’s how they know a place is too hot. 

Why would you agree to that?
Well for one, I’m addicted to RadAway. And the chill doesn’t amount to much if you’re aren’t burning up.

The chill?
It’s the high you get from the meds. It’s kind of like iced tea. You gotta boil it up before you kick it down. 

Did you know Carver?
For all of ten minutes before the boss gutted him. Not much for words, you know. More of a screamer, if you catch my drift.

What brought you here?
Eightball was looking for someone to deal the quantum once the chef finished cooking.
She knew me from back when I sold chems to her old raider crew.

How did you meet Eightball?
Yeah. She used to be muscle for one of the raider gangs that ran the metro.
But truth is, I hadn’t seen her around in a while. Word is she did something batshit and got her ass locked up by her own people.

Why did the raiders lock Eightball up?
Don’t know. Can’t say I’m not curious, though.
Fuck, I’ve seen raiders kill their own brother and eat the corpse, and no one so much as bats an eye.
So for Eightball to get locked up by one of her own, sheeit, I can’t even imagine what kind of fucked up shit she did.

A lot of the mercs Carver hired seem suspect.
Ha, you get what you pay for, right? Yeah, personally I think he was charity case, but who knows.

Let’s trade.
What you see is what I got.
All right.
I got something that’ll fix you up real good.
Later.
See ya.

If you don’t have caps we can trade quantum for Psycho and Jet. Then when everything flips we’ll sell it for twice as much.

This is the only place in all of D.C. where you can get your hand on quantum gravity. 

What’s in quantum gravity?
To tell you the truth, it’s a cocktail of mud water, sugar, and drain cleaner. 
You can try and warn the fiends, but I doubt they’d listen. Too much brain damage.

Goodbye
Adios.
Later.

SAFEHOUSE GUARD

New customer? Go on in to talk to the boss.
No funny business, all right?
I’m watching you.

All right, we’re closing up shop! Any of you junkies still here by the time I count to ten is getting a face full of lead!
One…Two…Three…
Ha, didn’t make it past three this time. Man, look at those fuckers run.

Hellos

Scram!

Didn’t you hear what I said? Get out of here!

In one option, the player can watch this guard retrieve the key to the garage. If he/she is caught, however, the guard goes hostile with this dialogue.

What the fuck? Die asshole! (starts shooting)

player successfully sneaks

Okay, boss said the key should be taped under the swing.
(Sigh) Today under the swing, tomorrow, under the fucking highway.
Don’t know why she’s gotta keep changing it up.

Alternate Scene with Butcher as escort

Need a hand Butch?

No. Get back to your posts. And tell these monkeys to get lost.

All right, you heard the man! Scram you junkies! We’re all out of quantum for the day! Fucking no good addicts…