(Technically a request from misericordista, but semantics are semantics.)

Here you found yourself. Overboss of Nuka-World.

The lights in the park shone, having finally cleared out the power station; and restored said power. Having the Operators and the Disciples at your back, the Pack and Mason having been killed when they attempted to take over, in a coup. (Nobody really liked them, anyways). But Nisha had always favored you just a bit more than Mags. So after that, she had given you a…companion of sort.

That being Dixie. The stab-tastic sounthern-belle of the disciples. Well, she was at least good at her job. Right now you two found yourselves just outside of Bradberton, clearing out the remnants of the Pack. Taking the sniper rifle you held, and slinging it over your back, you began to loot the corpses. Meanwhile Dixie kicked one of the dead Pack members with her boot.

Dixie: “You kill ‘em a little too fast. You know that, boss?”

She took a knife off of one of them, twirling it around.

Dixie: “Gotta take it slow, make it personal. Let them bleed…y’know.”

Sounds like a Disciple, alright…