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[Out of Milliways: The Republic of Dave.]

Ellen stomps through the door in her dark green fatigues, Dogmeat at her heels. An overwhelming smell of Brahmin and fertilizer- so, more Brahmin, really- is cut off as she closes the door behind her. "I really hope Elder Lyons knows what he's doing," she mutters. "Bar? Could I please get a bottle of Nuka-Cola and something that Bill Guarnere would approve of to eat? It's been kind of a long day."

Bar obliges with... well, Ellen's not sure what's going on, but there's noodles and there's what appear to be lumps of ground meat and there's.... okay, the red sauce is a little outside her experience. As is the white stuff dusted over the top. Smells good, though.

Once she figures out what she's supposed to do with her first dish of spaghetti and meatballs she'll probably notice that the Bar's also given her a small, heavy object wrapped in a note saying 'a gift from Corazon'. That, however, can wait. Food first.

She's botherable, so go right ahead and laugh at her total inability to handle spaghetti. These things happen.

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"Maybe I can help. I mean it ain't America but it's Dickens."

"Well-" Ellen hesitates. "It was, you know... a lot of the stuff when he talked about food. We never had half those things. I don't think I've ever seen a real goose. Or about places that aren't in our history texts. Or when he was talking about money, how much was involved- things like that. At least I found out what snow was like here- I'd never seen it outside a vid in my life until I came here."

"That ain't too bad. Snow can get awful when you're not expectin' it."

"It got inside my boots," Ellen says indignantly. "And it stuck to everything. And then melted and I couldn't get it off me fast enough."

William smiles and tries not to grin,

"Yeah, that's now. You get cold in places you never expected."

"It gets in your face, too," Ellen says, "and it stings like the dickens when the wind is blowing and the snow is very small. Even simulated snow does that."

And that was with the winterized combat armor the Anchorage sim issued her, which had face coverings and eye protection and everything.

"Sand's the same but sand won't make you cold though they'll both leave your face red."

"Oh, I've seen what Wasteland dust storms are like," Ellen says. "I'll believe it. At least snow melts eventually, but if you get sand in your eyes you have a real problem."

"Yeah, bandannas are useful for sand but they can only do so much."

"It's been better ever since I got a full set of power armor," Ellen says. "The helmet covers your whole head, so if there's a sandstorm you just wait for it to pass and then wipe the lenses clean. Before that I had to find glasses or something to protect my eyes instead, and there aren't many of those left with intact lenses."

"Glad you found somethin'."

Ellen nods and starts to say something, but before she forms the sentence, her hand bumps up against something on the Bar. "Oh," she says as she catches sight of the note. "I didn't .... see...."

She'd meant to just take off the note and read it, but let's face it. Any note wrapped around an object like this is probably not gonna be high on Ellen's list of priorities for a while. It's staring time.

William whistles because he's never seen that much gold in one place before.

"That's what she got out of the Sierra Madre?" Ellen exclaims. "I had no idea.... wow. Just... wow."

"The Sierra Madre a ship?"

"It's a casino," Ellen says. "An old gambling house from before the War. A very sophisticated one with all kinds of technology in it and a poison gas cloud over the whole place that kept people out for centuries. She- she was kidnapped and dragged there to try and break in and steal from them, because there were legends about the treasure of the Sierra Madre casino..."

"Oh, guess she found the treasure."

"She did, all right," says Ellen. "In a vault under the Casino, with all kinds of traps and guards. And she tricked the person who kidnapped her into going down there and then locked him up in it. The only way to unlock that door is from outside and I think the only person who ever knew how died in the War, so Father Elijah won't be hurting anyone ever again."

"Hell, I'll remember not to mess with her."

"She's a little taller than me," Ellen says, "and Mexican, and she has short dark hair. And a flying robot that follows her around, usually. She's a really nice person, but Father Elijah was a horrible excuse for a human being and he got a lot of his own men killed and didn't even care, so he kind of had it coming to him."

"Ellen, you've got too many horrible people in your world."

"I know," Ellen says, and rubs at her face with both hands. "I know. It's why I hav eto keep doing what I do. Otherwise it won't get any better."

"Yeah, that's why I want to be a lawman and see if I can save any families from goin' through what we have."

Ellen nods. "It's a good goal," she says. "Sheriff Simms, back home, would appreciate it if he heard about it. What do you have to do to become a lawman, where you come from?"

"I don't quite know yet. I haven't had time to find out as there's always other stuff that needs doin'."

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