No f*ckin' way.... [i]A voice, mechanical, and filtered. From behind, the newcomer could hear footsteps, someone large and quite powerful, metal on sediment. Behind him stood none other than the Courier, standing in a full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M134D-H sat atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his right. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of 7.62x51mm NATO ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, a Marlin 336LC rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate. Looking to the man before him, he smiled beneath his helmet, quite amazed to see what he believed was his old friend.[/i] Jesus H. Christ, you ain't lookin' near as bad*ss as you were back in the day... guessin' you're from a different timeline, then. In that case, then to hell with it you ain't gonna know me.