Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190327223159/@comment-24123288-20190330115742

"Is it though? I mean the NCR could just Project Cook everyone in jail." Harriot shrugged.

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Morgan too had retreated from the discussions, to be alone. She wandered into a lab and sat at a desk, where she held the chip on her neck.

That night when Rook never returned had been the longest night of her life. She had stayed up for two days walking along his patrol route with some synths, scanning every inch of the environment for him.

Eventually, worn out, worried and cranky, they came upon the remains of his destroyed body. Her Synth friends had never seen Morgan so distraught. Together they sifted through the wreckage and were lucky enough to find his chip that contained all of who Rook is. His memories. Personality.

Morgan tightened her hand around the chip. So long as she had that, he was still alive. There was still time to rebuild him and be with him again.

She just never imagined she'd be six years down the line with almost no progress..