QuickDraw of the Mojave - The story of Benjamin Castor

Courier Six Part 1

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.