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Wind whistles forlornly across the wasteland. Paladin Stone shifts in her power armor looking back, her HUD markers spinning to keep up with each member of her small patrol. Her helmet’s voice amplifier crackles out a low sigh. Quinn straggles behind the pack, bringing up the rear of the formation, and leaving their flank exposed. Again. “That runt. I told her to stay up front with me.” The Paladin mutters grouchily in her comms to cope with the pang of worry in her chest. Quinn had a lot of spunk, but foolhardy instincts and a poor predisposition to the harshness of the wasteland. It seemed one Geiger click of rads left her wet and falling behind the others. It hadn’t always been that way. It must have been the chems. “Initiate!” Paladin Stone sounds-off, barking her displeasure. Watching the girl stepping-to the best she can makes Stone think back to when that little maggot was first pulled from the wastes. - Stone had found Quinn babbling aimlessly in a tech warehouse, drooling nonsense with an unsightly stain darkening her pants. The Paladin had thought her a feral ghoul, and aimed down her laser rifle to put her out of her misery. It was going to play out that way until Stone aligned her gunsights for a headshot, and didn’t see a single fleck of peeling skin, nose was still there... She nearly squeezed the trigger when the energy pistol grasped loosely in the ambling woman’s grip clattered to the deck. It drew Stone’s attention to the dozens of spent energy cartridges and jet inhalers littering the floor. Turns out, this completely goo-goo eyed mess of a wastelander had tripped herself out on some stupid, but admittedly brilliant mix of jet and psycho to allow her to take out an entire horde of radioactive ferals. They lie strewn about in bits and pieces and little vaporized mounds leaving a metaphorical gold mine of tech free for the taking. Mission accomplished; except for the after effects. Stone approached the shambling wastelander cautiously. She easily kicked the woman’s empty weapon aside before tipping her into her arms, cradling her, wet pants and all, back to the veritbird for evac with the rest of her team. Back aboard the Prydwen, the floating hub of all the Brotherhood of Steel’s forward operations, Stone checked the dazed girl immediately into Sickbay to get her cleaned up. She knew the urgency of an overdose, the doc had to start flushing the chems, a long and unglamorous process that was far from being over with. Quinn still had to wear protective...measures to help her. When the first treatment began, Stone was walking back from racking her armor and rifle kit to a scene between the no-nonsense Chief Medical Officer Decker, and Stone’s very own stray wasteland scavenger. Raised voices slung heated words between the two with CMO Decker holding up what appeared to be a soft padded rag while pushing back on a surly and arguing Quinn naked from the waist down. “What’s all this about?” Stone put power behind her words for order as she rounded the corner. “It’s a necessary precaution for this procedure!” The Brotherhood medic explains, firmly pressing against Quinn’s chest trying to force her to lie back on the examination bed. Stone surveyed the scene, a white plastic bottle, glinting safety pins; large ones, and a panty-shaped piece of translucent plastic lie atop a tray next to the bed. The unfortunate pieces fell in place. “Let me deal with her...” Stone replied monotone. The doctor broke away from Quinn with a huff stuffing what was now recognized as an adult cloth diaper into the Paladin’s chest as she walked to exit her ‘own damn sickbay.’ ”Care to explain yourself?” The Paladin asked her new patient while still holding the thick diaper in the doorway.