Lance is like… the unexpected ride or die friend. He’s the guy you call when your car breaks down in the middle of the night but only afteryou’ve already tried ten other people. And when he picks up you don’t really have high hopes because you two aren’t really that close, but apparently he didn’t get the memo because he’s immediately like “oh shit yeah sure gimme a sec to get some clothes on and get in my car and also do you want coffee or anything? because I think I’m gonna stop and get some so I don’t crash my car on the way lol. no? you sure? okay hang tight for a few mins be right there”
In Goodsprings I organized locals to protect an innocent man and fight off Powder Gangers, insuring that the town stays free from the escaped criminals. But do they call me Hero of the Downtrodden? No.
At Big MT I re-invigorated the stagnated science to bring technology to Mojave and insure there’s a potential in the future. With me at the helm, Science became a beacon for the future. There was Old World Blues, and New World Hope. But do they call me Keeper of Hope? No.
At Hoover Dam, I ended a decade-long conflict that was tearing Mojave apart, after careful preparations and navigation in volatile political crises between the Legion, NCR and Mr. House. I defined the future of Mojave for years to come. And do they call me Bringer of Peace? No!