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Evan:
Dark cave, smell of smoke, mentat, brahmins and gecko-soup. Electronic tools buzz, heavy hammering covers the faint sound of some music from the radio. Robed man carry various sized and shaped, sometimes oozing packages. Sanguinetti sits infront of a flickering terminal, typing on it with one finger. He concentrates on the screen so hard, that he doesn't notices that the figures who pass behind him are buried in their work - they barely notice the suit's exited comments.

This is so exciting... The folks who stole electricity from Vault City did a great job. Hope noone will discover the cables. And that thinking engine is marvelous too. Look, I type h-e-l-l-o and it says 'hello'. And also 'bad command or filename'. Bit of rude, guess the centuries didn't go easy on this buddy. Hey, doc, do you have medicines or drugs for computers? Doc, where did you go? Amazing... Hey, there is a list of people in there... See? 'Friendly'. Well, considering how old that machine is, these people are probably dead anyways. It must be accurate - noone's friendlier than the dead. Or maybe that fellow is, who granted us this cave - let his lineage prosper and his descendants buried after long and fruitful lives with treasures worthy of kings and gang-leaders. So. De-le-te. Yes. Agree. Sure, of course I'm sure bloody machine, don't question me. Hey, I can type our names in here. Balta, do you hear me? I can teach the machine to know your name! Balta? I'll teach you to read once you have some time, than you'll be as astonished as I am. Let me make a roster.

Society of Graverobbers - Roster

Enlisted by Sanguinetti:
Balta
Rhinok
The Wyrm
Dr Buttercup

Enlisted by Largo:
Benson
Dulant
Oldie
Bogus
Tudor

Enlisted by Dr Hribek:
Chicken
Dr Tank
Dr Blossom

Enlisted by Lector:
Renfield

And of course Mr Clay, Mr Loken, Slow Eddie, the Bobs, the other Bobs, the muties, the ghouls and... I got tired, maybe I add more later as they move in, so I can remember their names.
There. Nice and clean. I'm proud of it. You did good, thinking engine. I'll get the doc to give you mentats, that will make you even smarter. But not from my own stash. Now, we only need to wait those Apocalypse Arms fellows to arrive. I'm quite excited about them. Hope they respect the living, and only steal form dead, like decent folks do. Wyrm is quite excited about their wares, he can only talk about calibers and barrel lengths and such. Well, after I saw Rhinok strolling around with that deathbringer monstrosity that looked like a bunch of pipes stitched together, I'm not surprised of anything.

Hey, do I smell gecko soup? And you didn't tell? Hey, wait for me, I was feeding the electric brain!

Evan:
Khm-hm. Good day fellow 'robbers. Everyone reads me well? Silly question, who doesn't, can't answer anyways.

Sanguinetti speaks here, have to make an announcement. Pass the word to the rest. It's a sad day in the history of our society. The council of elders made a decision, and we have no other option than to abide. The coexistence with the Apocalypse Arms guys has ended. During the past days, we reached a point when mistrust poisons our joint operation, and some had the feeling that a backstab might occur in any moment. The council determined that the only solution in such dire situation is a preventive stab on our part. You all know what that means.

It fills my hearth with great sorrow to lose such valuable allies. You should all mourn with me - and with the elders, who bear the responsibility of making such decisions. The goods we got out of that deal hardly eases the weight of it. And allegoric grave were set in the grounds of the Colby Loop cave, symbolizing the early death of a possibly potent alliance. We will remember our common loss until memory exists. Feel free to come and light a candle here.

And Josh, Ben, and others. If you read me - hope our harsh separation doesn't leave hard feelings in you. We are all victims of circumstances and our own nature - like everyone in the Waste. You are still among the few people who know much about us, and who's lineage we respect and aid according to our possibilities. Your and your son's grave will be untouched if it depends on us. Outside is full of one's enemies. Any further mud-throwing could only result in getting more of these.

The Society of Graverobbers wishes you wealth, prosperity and a peaceful life. Sanguinetti out.

Josh:
So it must be, for wrongs and misgivings have been exchanged between some of your and my members and it was decided between some of mine members that we would make a tent nearby and move out tomorrow. I will remember the time spent with some of you fondly and hope that they remember us so too. For the others however, a different greeting awaits. May your group continue to prosper and no grave be left undefiled.

Pilgrim!:
Aleesha looked around, this place looked safe. But how can she know these people won't kill her in the sleep. She chuckled quietly, why would they do it, she got nothing valuable. Few days ago she listened to the transmission and she thought, that's something for her. Aleesha spent quite a few time working for herself and even if the Law was never to trust anyone, you can't live for yourself forever. One day you will bite a piece you can't chew. She laughed when she reminded herself the silly life int he Vault, so far from the real world outside and it's problems.

She streched her body and closed the eyes.

Xarr:
The land is Dry and Hot. Out in the Wastes People die Somewhere every Second. Many people are in the Entrance of the Hub and are Working. Only one Guy stands in the Middle of the Carts and Watches the Wastes. From Time to Time people arrive and don't know What they should do now, So He helps them and explains what they could do now. He show'n them where to Find Materials and how to Build a Gun with this Stuff. Every evening He walks into the Desert. He Pushes some Rocks aside and goes Into a Tunnel behind. In this Tunnel is his safe place. He pulls the Rocks back to close this 'Gate' and Turns a Light on. He sits down, Opens a Bottle Nuka Cola and listens to the Public on Channel 0. This is what he did for a Long time. Someday he met a Young Lady, almost in the Same Age like him. He enjoyed to Talk with her and she liked it too. With the Time they came Together. But one day she did not came into the Hub. He was Searching her for Weeks until he accepted that she Is gone. Since that he Isn't in his Hometown so often. There are Rumors that he Went out in the Desert to Search for her, other Rumors say that he Killed himself because he Loved her. After a very long time, much Months he appears in Some Town, and Disappears as soon he arrived. But when he is seen People do notice that It's him. He is very known for being a funny Person. From time to Time he get's asked if he would like to go Hunt with them or Drink a bit, Dance and Sing. He joins only for the Drink. The way he Talks with the People some already believe that He Lost his Soul and does Only want to Find that Girl.

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