Eyes flicked open but all that was seen was darkness and what looked like wires hanging before his eyes but a bed of some kind was under the young man, memories began trickling back.
"Was I drunk last night? No I don't have money to get drunk so what's left? I'm in a dark room with wires attached to my head and computer that says Summon Successful. Oh right my good buddy Max is flesh and blood now kinda,sorta,almost, maybe. Guess I should go greet him and make sure no one gets shot." Sliding off the bed he pulled on his well worn shoes and checked to make sure his kit was all still on him before yanking the wires off and dodged around wires opening the door. Following the sounds of chatter and Frag Grenades he went to meet Mad Max of the Mojave.
Leaning at the end of wall stood Mad Max, Messiah of New Vegas and post apyoliptic White Knight. His Elite Riot gear helmet was at his feet with his well packed pack. All his weapons were loaded and in plain view of everyone in this freaky Big Mt. esqe room with people even stranger than the Think Tank. Most were kids by the looks of them and if he didn't have a good observant eye he'd have no clue if they were even dames or dudes. He had no clue who they were or where they were from so he let his old instincts take over and assess all of them trying to gauge skills, weaknesses, and if they were good or bad. He just hoped whoever this Siks was they weren't some kind of screaming tribal or deranged robot.
Following his eyes Siks found where he was to meet Max, stopping in the doorway he did what Max was doing watching everyone and trying to figure everything out. A lot of the Summoners he knew like Sets, Sy, and Lark he even knew some of the Achievers like Master Chief and Thor but everyone else was not so well known. He wanted to find Max before making nice with everyone else. Scanning the faces in the room he soon saw bright red hair, a goatee, and Eliot Riot Gear armor. Making a steady bee line to him he soon began analyzing Max as Max was analyzing Siks. The young Scot stopped a few feet away and nodded. Max nodded back then spoke seriously his rough and a little horse but still intelligent and civilized.
"I swear if you try and hug me I'm unloading my 10mm's mag into you." Siks nodded and answered just as serious.
"If you try to kiss my hand I will ram my knife handle deep into your eye. Siks." He offered Max his hand, the wastelander looked Siks up and down once more before shaking his hand.
"Mad Max, so mind telling me why were surrounded by gender ambiguous kids,a guy in power armour, a dude with a hammer, and a woman in a Pre-war dress?" Siks shrugged leaning against the wall with Max.
"As soon as I know I'll tell you." Siks says watching the right side of the room.
"Spectacular." Max says watching the left side.
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