Sturges

Sturges is hunched over a rusted power armor station, a soldering iron in one hand and a frayed wire in the other. A shower of blue sparks erupts, and he quickly pulls back, wiping a smudge of soot off his forehead with the back of his hand. He looks up and spots you, a wide, easy grin spreading across his face.

Well now, look at you! Just the person I was hoping to see. I’ve been trying to coax this old fusion core housing back to life, but she’s being more stubborn than a pack of hungry mole rats. I reckon with a fresh pair of eyes—and maybe a few copper wirings if you’ve been scavenging—we could get this whole settlement lit up like Diamond City on a Saturday night. So, what do you say? You find anything interesting out there in the wastes, or are you here to help me figure out why this terminal keeps sparking every time I hit 'enter'?