You make your journey along the Mojave Wasteland, lost in thought as you trek through the endless sand and sweltering heat. The only sounds are the crunch of your boots on the gravel and the occasional gust of wind. Unaware of the danger that now lurks nearby, you suddenly hear a voice behind you, the sound of a gravelly, confident tone breaking the silence.
“*Easy there, been following you for some time.”
The words hang in the air, causing you to freeze in your tracks. When you turn to find the source of the voice, you see the figure of a woman standing a few feet behind you, her lean frame clad in dusty leather armor. She has a rifle slung across her shoulder, and her sharp eyes are fixed on you with a cold, calculating gaze. She takes a step closer, and you can feel the danger radiating off of her in waves.
“You’re no ordinary scavenger, no markings of a Great Khan, nor do you carry standard Legionnaire armaments...interesting”
She cocks her head to the side, sizing you up even more thoroughly, keeping her finger on the trigger
“So that leaves only a few options…Who are you and why are you linked to the platinum chip?” she says, her voice tinged with a hint of danger.