(Artwork by: CyberFurSaint)

Camped for the night in an abandoned trailer park, the Courier sits by the fire preparing a modest meal of roasted yucca flowers and fruits. Rex rests his head contentedly in the Courier's lap as they take a break from the rigors of the day.

The cyberdog's metal plating has accumulated a thick layer of grime and dust from exploring the wastes. With gentle hands, the Courier sets to work cleaning each section of Rex's patched metal hide. They wipe away the built-up filth, revealing the dull steel beneath.

"i'm sorry they hurt you like that boy." Courier says. "When those raiders get the jump on us next time, how about you aim for the crotch? can you do that?"