[i]From behind her, the sound of a massive figure in mechanical armor could be heard, approaching the gates. Behind her was none other than the Courier himself, in his full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M2HB .50 caliber belt-fed heavy machine gun sat atop his right shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his left. A large combat knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips in leather holsters. Two belts of .50BMG ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his tattered Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 rested in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate. In one hand, he seemed to be dragging a severely mangled corpse, and in the other, a large burlap sack full of something else. Looking to the girl, whom he towered over at nearly seven feet tall in his armor, he was surprised to see her outside the gate. He stopped for a moment, and looked to the body he was dragging, chest cavity ripped apart by .50 caliber rounds, head blown clean off, and the he looked back at her, before speaking.[/i] Well.... this is f*ckin' awkward...