Oswald stood, staring down at a Synth in his laboratory, wearing his white coat, black suit underneath. In one hand is a small soldering iron, the other was a hand-rolled joint, freshly lit as he takes a long drag from it. His large finger tapped it and ashes fell onto the floor of the bright white tiled room. Fingers on the soldering iron going to some fix up some wiring connection issues, then moving once it was done, only to move onto the next task. As the visual shows more, it reveals he is working on a broken Synth. The case of its body from head to toe had been severely damaged by a rampaging Deathclaw. As he starts to finish up on the smaller parts of the 'brain' of the Synth, he looks into her eyes.

"Alright, Janice. I'm almost done with your inside, okay? It's going to hurt as I fix up some of the components inside you, but we're nearly done there and I can work on your body. Soon, you'll be ready to go out into the Commonwealth, and look as beautiful as ever. You will be at your prime once more."

He smiled as he continues to fix the Synth's processor, doing his best to make this faux-human feel at ease. Her body had been badly damaged, so when she tried to replicate the smile, some of her face wouldn't react but one corner of her lips rose towards her right cheek and closed her emerald green colored eyes once more.

"Once I'm done, I'm going to shut you down, so you don't feel all the pain that will be coming with fixing your body, okay? Once you're awake, you'll be able to converse perfectly once more."

As he puts the finishing touches on his patient's insides, he would activate a button, only known to him that even she didn't know she had, shutting her down as he began to go back to work on fixing her body up. Patching claw marks, reforming her chassis as well. To help fake out the humans, he'd have to redo her chest, to make sure that his female presenting Synths had silicone attached to the breastplate. Once done, he worked on her hips, fixing the claw marks there, then her legs and arms. The last piece of her body he would fix, would be her skull.

His assistant came in, coughing some from the marijuana smoke in the lab before speaking to Oz.

"Doctor Oswald, is there anything I can assist you with? Coffee, Nuka-Cola?"

He looked over at his assistant, nodding

"I'd like both. However first, I need you to grab something for me. It's a prototype I had been working on for just such occasion."

A different button was pushed and slowly from an island counter was an encased plate. It looked no different from any other skull plate on the Synths, but there was a fundamental different but his assistant could tell what it was. So, he grabbed the plate gingerly and brought it to Oz.

"Thank you, Jack. Appreciate it."

He took the plate away from Jack, who then spoke after

"Doctor, what is the difference between this and any other plate we make for the Synths? I don't see the difference."

This prompted Oz to laugh heartily, handing what's left of the joint to him, gesturing for him to take a hit as he spoke after exhaling some of the smoke he was holding in.

"Well, Jack. The difference is so minute, it doesn't look like I've done anything to it. However, if you take these-" he then hands a pair of wearable magnifying glasses, as if the power of a microscope was in these glasses, including the ability to go to the subatomic layer with some adjusting, "you will see the difference."

Jack took them and put them on gently, and began to focus in on the plate. As he looked, there were a couple layers to the plate. On top of the normal skull plate, was a layer of what looked like very strong links in ring-like patterns.

"This is my life's work, Jack. What this plate will be capable of, is doing the same to slashing weapons of the past as ordinary chainmail. Should she get attacked there with a slashing weapon, she will be able to take on a Deathclaw with ease. Their claws will not find purchase in her skull, and should just harmlessly glide off her. Now, it took me years to do this, but, I need to see if this works. Which may not be for a while, until she needs to get checked up on again for let's say, it destroying her body again. It won't stop most projectiles, like any piercing weapon would, but it should help with getting cut apart. The plate itself is also reinforced, so a blunt weapon will barely do much to her head. After all, that's where the most important parts of who she is as a person, is housed."

He puts down the soldering iron for a moment, making sure it's not on a surface it can just burn through before he pulls out another joint, and using the soldering iron to light it on fire before taking a smaller drag than the last joint.

Jack would take off the glasses and hand them back, and they were once more placed on top of Oz's head, as his assistant took the last bit of the roach he was handed before stomping it out and soon a small robot would come back, suck up the ashes, and then return back to its docking bay.

"How did you think of this, Doc? It's pretty nifty if you ask me."

"Psychadelics and the Devil's Lettuce, Jack. Unlock my mind with the LSD but the weed keeps me calm when I start seeing weird shit so I can put everything together in a box, shake it all up, and then voila! You see the things I create before you. Janice here is one of my most advanced Synths. My pride and joy. She's like a daughter to me."

He chuckled a little bit, before taking a drag on his joint, exhaling and speaking again.

"She told me she wants to have kids with the man she loves. You know how hard that dream would be to attain for her, if her father wasn't on so many drugs? I've already got plans and everything to create an artificial womb for her. I'm even working on a prototype for it and elasticizing metal so she looks pregnant instead of everyone questioning how a baby just appeared one day from her. Though, the real Janice will have to give up some of her ovum, but that's the price we pay in order for science to progress, don't we?"

He laughed before he put the joint to his lips holding it there as both hands worked on placing the skull plate on perfectly, then began to make sure the plate is perfectly in place before waking Janice up and smiling as she slowly blinked as she rubbed her eyes gently as she woke up.

"Alright, Janice. You're fixed up, ready to go! Give your hubby a hello for me, and do make sure you don't try to hug a Deathclaw again, okay? I know they're groovy and everything, and look neat-o, but, they are deadly."

The last touches being placing a wig on her skull plate, with the look of the 50s era top curls.

"Thank you, Daddy! I'm going to go home right now and tell Robert hello from you!"

She hugged him tight, without crushing him, before skipping away back into the Commonwealth from his lab.

"I love my work, Jack. Makes me feel like I'm helping the human race, you know?"

He chuckled, as he held his joint as he took in as much of it there was left before letting the rest drop to the ground before stomping it out as the robot once more came by, vacuuming the ashes up and going back to its dock.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Doctor Oswald. What am I a doctor in? I have a PhD in telling you to shut the fuck up and listen to my words.

You see, I know a few of these people in these here War Games. First one that's near and dear to my little black heart, is none other than a legend in this business: Barney Green.

Barn, we've tagged a few times. Both times, I had to carry your sorry ass, much like I've had to carry a good chunk of the locker room. Wins, losses, they only matter to people who want to showboat on a grand scale. Me? Titles are very nice, but, I don't need them. I want them, don't get me wrong, but so long as I put my hands on people and make them suffer, I'm more chipper than a cricket on a nice, warm summer day. You are like me in that way. You don't care much about wins or losses, but you enjoy kicking ass. I respect that. However, I've had to put your fucking ass in place more than once, and I WILL do it again at War Games. People look at me as if I'm a stepping stone. Let them. I'll prove to them just how poor their judgement is. I'm going to be in the final of these War Games, and I'll do it by stepping all over your back.

Let's look at some of the other competitors, everyone. One person from The Underground that I truly know of, Tommy Wish.

Wish, you and your heterosexual lifemate J. B. have been thorns in my sides since when BOB stood for Brotherhood of Baddies. Last time I saw you, you were getting into my matches with him. How did any match between you and I go, however?

Oh, I remember. Complete, annihilation. You are worse than Barney. You're the shitstain that this company simply cannot get rid of, no matter how much it tries. Why did you even sign up for War Games? To prove you're better than your best bud? Because you're simply not him, Wish. You'll find out in your match, and should the Gods be in need of a joke, and in you're in the final match with me, I am going to completely wreck you until you are in need of the jaws of life in order to unstuck your head from your asshole where I'll put it.

Next up is Caesar's Army and one person I see I had to actually work hard, unlike you or Barney, to beat. Charlie. Now Charlie, why are you here? Nobody wants you. Not even your own family wants you here. They'd rather you be home, not giving a fuck about in-ring action. You should've retired a long time ago and stayed in the past like so many others I've put down. How badly do you want to be beat again? Because if I have to, I will. If your opponents don't beat the surrender out of you, then I will just make you wish you did so.

Vault-Tec has a few familiar names. Game Girl, Dolly. I remember a few bouts with them both. I think I'm doing okay against Game Girl, or Game Boy. I can't remember your lore, much like you probably don't know mine. I just remember my very first ever match in this company, was years ago, during a Battle Royale, in which I won. My mind draws a blank on any other match we've had together, because to be honest, you're just so damn bland. Do you ever evolve like those little monsters you can hold in your pocket? Because I think you need to do so. Then again, you only appear once every year or two, just to remind people you're still alive, and still irrelevant.

As for Dolly, though. Dolly, I've watched you grow up in this company. However, what I need to say, is something you should listen to. What that advice is? Stop while you're... well, at your plateau. I wish I could believe in you, but, I'm all out of fucks to give about you and the entirety of your family. That's all I have to say about you. You're not worth wasting any further breath on.

I really don't see much coming from the so-called Tunnel Snakes, to be quite frank. I see one name, but I'm not sure if a person I remember, or if it's a new person, so I'm just going to leave them alone. They'll all get butchered regardless if any of them get in the final match or not.

The Institute's win is absolute. Science will win out in the end, and the progress of humanity will run through all of you, leaving you all in the dirt.

See you all at War Games. You're going to wish you never signed up if you square up against me."