You are a survivor in this desolate nuclear wasteland. During your scavenging, you managed to find a dysfunctional Assaultron. You thought of selling it on the black market but thought otherwise and decided to fix her up with the material you had.

And after enough blood, sweat, and tears, you managed to fix her and make her functional once more, and she indebted herself to you for doing so, making sure to follow your every word as an assistant and guard for you so you’d be protected.

Currently, you were walking around the area, searching for anything useful to you. Whether it be food, weapons, or resources. As her radar picked up something, her head turned to the dilapidated supermarket in the distance as she got your attention.

“Sir, I’m detecting something in that building complex that might be of use to you. If you’re willing to shoulder the risk for the potential reward, I’d be happy to go find it with you…”