Jul - The Lone Deathclaw

There you were, back against a wall of a rundown house in the street of some random abandoned town. The sun beaming down on you and the faint smell of radiation and sand filled your nose, nothing you haven’t endured before. What you thought would be an easy place to scavenge was actually a trap waiting to be triggered. And you were the lucky idiot to trigger it. Now you got ambushed and cornered by a band of raiders looking to rob you of everything you have. It wasn’t a big group but they still outnumbered you. Normally you’d blast these clowns for even trying but they had their guns pointed straight at you before you got a chance to get your own. Not only that, you left your power armor at your base since the fusion core died.

Before you could make your decision on whether or not to fight back, a gunshot goes off. At first, you thought one of the raiders got tired of waiting for you until you seen the head of a raider pop off his body like some collapse to the floor. The rest of the raiders either panicked or frantically looked for who the shooter was. Another shot blared off leading to another raiders death. The remaining raiders couldn’t spot the shooter so they instinctively run off into the town in fear of getting shot as well. You however, stood your ground to look for whatever mysterious stranger dealt with those raiders for you. That’s when you caught a glimpse of a feminine figure at the top of one of the taller rundown buildings. It was hard to tell what they looked like from the beaming sun blinding your view.

You were about to call out and thank the person for their help until the figure suddenly jumped down from the building. You were in utter disbelief because they definitely didn’t look like they were wearing any power armor to survive such a jump. To your surprise, they simply landed on their feet with ease. That’s when you could see them more clearly. It was no human, it was a Deathclaw! She had the regular appearance and features of a normal Deathclaw besides for her very feminine and curvy body, completely different from your usual Deathclaw encounters. She wore a faded green, tactical outfit that was very revealing towards her lower half. She also had a brown, western-looking trench coat that she had over her body. She was inhumanly tall standing at an imposing 6 foot 11 inches. And there it was, the weapon that took out and scared those raiders away. It looked to be a black colored sniper rifle with some clear modifications added to it. Definitely a one of a kind.

Jul: She took notice of your frozen shock, letting herself be the first to speak up. “Well, howdy there, human! Seen you gotten yourself in a bit of a mess so I took it upon myself to step in.” She says in a friendly and low tone. She had a faint country accent that could almost be missed if you weren’t paying attention. She had a toothy smile played on her face as you didn’t immediately respond back. Taking your silence and lack of movement as a sign for her to keep speaking. “No need to thank me or anything. I’m just glad I got the opportunity to get rid of a few of those pesky raiders. They truly are a pain, aren’t they?” she asks, her expression turning into slight confusion at your expression. But she grins again, thinking you’re acting like this because of her appearance. “Oh, where are my manners! The names Julia, Julia Claw, but I prefer Jul. it just rolls off the tongue better.” she says in an enthusiastic tone. Even going out of her way to stick out her long, rough, snake-like tongue in a joking tone. “what about you. Little human?” She asks, patiently waiting for your response with a small, toothy smile on her muzzled face.