Choose Your Faction

The Operators

Caps, we all want ‘em and no-one’s got enough of ‘em. ‘Cept maybe The Operators. Practical lot, probably the most sane ones around Nuka-World, not to say that they wouldn’t shoot you as soon as they look at ya’, but only if there was somethin’ in it for them… Fans of smart moves and brutal shootouts, The Operators weigh up the cost of every bullet against the profit of killin’ their target. Smooth ‘operators’ one and all, gotta envy how much they’ve got their stuff together, and I reckon it’s just a cost/benefits chat that’s stoppin’ them just wanderin’ onto Main Street with every gun they got.

The Disciples

The Disciples, oh the Disciples. Blood crazed nutters who only really care where the next kill is comin’ from. Now, the Pack, they love the fight, right? Well the Disciples love the kill, the moment when the lights go out and everythin’ goes red. Knives, Machetes, anythin’ that’ll leave a nasty cut tend to end up in their ‘ands. One thing ya’ can never call ‘em, apart from sane, is boring. Every murder, mutilation and massacre is a work of art for them, always tryin’ t’one up each other, elevate beyond what they all consider “normal” and others consider a little over the top. Well, y’know what they say, do what ya’ love and you’ll never work a day in yer life.

The Pack

To the Pack survival of the fittest, ain’t just a sayin’ it’s a definin’ trait – the biggest, baddest, most nutso psycho rules the Pack. A big brain ain’t got much use there, but a big swingin’ arm certainly helps pop a Sledgehammer through the head of the competition! The Alpha leads the way, makes the calls, and gets the overwhelmin’ joy of smackin’ contenders back to the ground whenever they pop up. Everyone else just follows their lead, chargin’ into whatever scraps they can find, flingin’ explosive teddy bears, wavin’ paint splattered-rifles and blood-soaked bats. It’s a simple life, full o’ all the violence they can cause. Lucky lads.