After getting patched up by Doc Mitchell, Ben gets up and looks around his new surroundings. It was the interior of a small, domestic home, possibly a living room or a study he wasn't sure, but instead of furniture and bookshelves cluttering the room, it was setup like a makeshift doctors office. To his right was a counter with a chem station on it along with papers and a journal of medical practice, something he would keep in mind for later was he was cleared to go so he could ask to take it, in case he got injured again when he was too far away from another office. If there WAS another office. He keeps scanning the room, a doctors bag, a shelf with medical equipment, and another bed to his right. But what really caught his eye was a machine near the doorway that lead to the front door, the sign on the top of the machine reading "vig-o-matic".
"Hey Doc, what's that thing over there?" Ben inquires.
Doc Mitchell looks over at it and chuckles. "That right there is a machine that gives you a summary of your S.P.E.C.I.A.L attributes."
"What kind of 'special' are you referring to? Special as in one of a kind or the kind of special a mom tells her kid?"
"Well .... it's basically a skill tester, shows how good you are in the categories that make up S.P.E.C.I.A.L attributes. There's Strength, how strong you are and how hard you can hit someone. Perception, how well you perceive your surrounds and how far away you know an enemy is, where they are, and even if there IS an enemy or stranger nearby. Endurance, how much you can you can get hit before you go down and how far you can run and last before needing food, water, and rest. Charisma, how well you can talk with people and barter, and maybe even get a special someone in your life~~?" Doc Mitchell chuckles, but Ben huffs slightly. "Alright ... then .... uhm ..... oh, I always forget the I part ....." he ponders for a moment, then snaps his fingers as he remembers. "Oh yeah! It's Intelligence! Next is Agility, how fast you can run and how well you can dodge. And finally there's Luck. That mostly benefits you when finding stuff you need or like. But I guess it could also work in the casinos around New Vegas ...."
Ben's eyes widen. "Wait, there's casinos here??"
Doc Mitchell laughs a bit and shakes his head. "Nah, not here. There all in the city of New Vegas. But hey, if you ever make it there, I think you should give it a go. Anyways, since you mentioned the machine I take it your interest in it is peaked. Wanna give it a whirl?
Ben thinks for a moment. "Eh .... sounds superstitious .... but .... I guess I could try it for shits and giggles .... sure, why not?"
Doc Mitchell smiles and points to it. "Then go right ahead! No need for bottle caps to use it, just put your hand on that joy stick-" Ben snickers a bit when he says that word' but passes it off as a cough to clear his throat "and press the button and it'll measure your attributes!"
Ben nods as he gets up and walks to the machine. As he got closer, he looked at it and saw that it looked close to an old, broken down love testing machine he once saw on his travels. At the machine, he grabs the handle and pushes the button with his other hand and sounds start to play and lights flash on the machine, making it look like an old carnival game. It goes for a little while, causing the elderly doctor to look at it in confusion.
"Huh ... it's ... never taken this long before .... maybe the old things finally-" but before he could finish his sentence, the machine dings and the scores are listed.
S has 7, P has 8, E has 6, C has an 8 as well, I is at a 5, and A is at a 7.
Doc Mitchell smiles, but again, before he can start a sentence he notices that the L is still going, and his eyes widen.
"Uh, Doc?" Ben inquires " why isn't the L stopping?"
Doc Mitchell starts to chuckle happily and quickly walks to it, looking in disbelief while a slap-happy grin is plastered to his face.
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"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle .... that there, my boy, means that your luck is at a level that the Vig-o-matic can't even put out! Why, I'm surprised those bullets that were shot out didn't turn right back around and hide in the gun! In fact, all of your scores are pretty high! I haven't seen this for a long time!"
Ben's eyes widen a bit, but he's not exactly surprised. He knew why his scores were high, but he wasn't ready to have those memories back in his thoughts. He chuckles a bit and rubs the back of his head.
"Y-yeah .... it's pretty cool .... but .... it's- it's probably just old that it may have gotten some things wrong. Anyways, is there anything else you need from me, doc?" Ben asks, hoping to change the subject.
Doc Mitchell looks back at Ben, then realizes he still needs to complete his paperwork. "Oh! Yes, yes I do .... I just need to finish the paper work and medical release. Now, normally I'd make you look at a bunch of ink blotches and ask you questions, but thankfully I found a piece of a recent psychoanalysis sheet with your belongings done by the N.E.A, so if you'll be patient, I'll just copy down what I need and then you'll be free to go. Oh, and while I'm doing that, your stuff that was on you is in the study, it's in the next room over. I'm reckon you'll want to take it before you head back out. And I also put a few extra things in there that might be useful to you."
Ben looks in surprise. "Don't I have to pay YOU?" He chuckles.
"Well, yeah, but seeing as how you barely survived being shot in the head, I figured that you deserved something as compensation. So I put a pip-boy in there, a wrist mounted computer device. I had it when I was in vault 21' but seeing as how I don't really have a use for it anymore, I figure you could take better care of it."
Ben smiles a bit. "Thanks Doc ..... I'll be sure to put it to good use for ya." He says, a bit of a somber tone in his voice.
"Thank you. I also was going to give you a weapon, but I found out that it was broken, so I put in on a crate next to the chem station. That old revolver you had .... well .... it's seen better days. Wasn't going to throw it out though. Figured I didn't have the right in case it was an heirloom. But if you're wanting a better weapon for awhile, you can try 'n tinker with it for awhile. If you fix it, it's yours too."
Ben grins and nods. "I'll take you up on that offer then!"
He then quickly rushes over to the gun when he sees it and sits on the ground. He picks it up and inspects it. "Lets see .... nine millimeter automatic pipe barreled machine pistol ....."
He unloads the clip from the gun, takes out the bullet and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. He nods and starts to repair the gun, and not too long later he tests the trigger, causing the trigger to catch on something. He chuckles and turns the safety on the puts the clip back in. He spins the gun in his hand for a moment before stopping and putting it in a nearby holster on his waist. He then looks down at his black pants and cringes, noticing how dirty and roughed up they really were. He'd have to get new ones when he could. And while still thinking about clothes, he looks at his white undershirt, now stained yellow and brown. He'd need a new wardrobe when he had the chance.
He then walks into the study to collect his stuff. He sees the pip-boy on top and picks it up and looks at it for awhile before eventually putting it on. Once it connects, he moves his arm around to test the fit and after a few tweaks he smiles and walks back to Doc Mitchell.
"Alright, I fixed the gun, got my stuff, and put the pip boy on."
"And I finished up the paper work!" He says with a snails, handing Ben back his stuff.
As he gets it back, he looks at a note behind it that read 'INVOICE - COURIER #6'. He puts that on the top of the short pile and reads it. He quickly starts to freak out and checks his pockets and his sack.
"Everything alright, Be-"
"No! The package I was supposed to deliver isn't on me!! Did you happen to see a platinum chip on you, doc??"
Doc Mitchell thinks for a moment, but shakes his head. "Nope .... can't say I have, not on you or with your stuff .... I think the men who did this to you have it ...."
Ben growls a bit and he stuffs the papers in his pockets. "SHIT!" He grunts. He starts to pace around the room, snapping his fingers. "Do you know who brought me here? I doubt you were out looking for dead bodies to make a Frankenstein's monster."
"I can answer that. Our local sheriff and protection, Victor. I think he knows more about what happened, so I'd ask him."
Ben nods quickly. "Thanks, Doc. I'll try and make sure I don't get shot in the head again, thanks for patching me up!!" He yells as he hurries out the door, only to be blinded by the high noon sunlight. He groans a bit and blinks his eyes as he covers the, with his arm quickly.
His eyes soon adjust and he soon sees a small neighborhood with ruined houses and shops nearby, along with a sign near the house that says 'WELCOME TO GOODSPRINGS!'. Ben looks at it then back to the town and it's citizens walking around in the city, but none of them were a protectron. Until, that is, he sees a robot on one wheel going up a hill to a water tower. Ben nods, takes a few deep breaths and starts running to catch up with the robot.
