Super

Afton makes sure to deliver some breakfast to Josie once he's back, afterwards immediately heading to the teleportation area where his 'guests' had just arrived. Marcus and a huge group of Supermutants and Nightkin had just arrived, all of which were looking very eager to fight. Which wasn't surprising considering their race's usual violent preferences.

He steps forwards and gives Marcus a firm handshake, "You guys ready for this? I doubt it'll be easy." Afton cautions, not wanting them to charge into something they weren't expecting.

Marcus just nods, "We are ready. This is as much for us as it is for you.. They are experimenting on our brothers, even without the debt we owe you, we'd have accepted this fight regardless."

"Good, good." Afton mutters genially before gesturing the group to follow him, "Come on, you guy's armour is ready, along with a selection of weaponry you can choose from... I'll warn you though, some people in Bulwark aren't all that receptive to mutants yet."

"It's alright, Afton. We are all used to discrimination. As long as no one attacks us, we will be as civil as any human." Marcus states.

Afton nods and continues to lead the group towards the building that'd be fitted with the Supermutants gear... Why did he not take them to the actual armoury? Well, as much as he trusted Marcus, the Nightkin following him have a tendency to act erratically due to their schizophrenia... The last thing he needed was a violent group of Nightkin taking over the most dangerous armoury Earth currently had to offer.

The group pass by many Bulwark residents, and while most either ignore them or give friendly smiles, the former Brotherhood members look on with mild shock and indignation. For some, Ghouls were the most they could tolerate, but now actual Supermutants, the creatures created to supersede mankind were offered a red carpet, armour, and weaponry? Had they not already been warned of this and the consequences for acting out by Glados, a fight might've broken out there and then.

Eventually, they reach the armoury after passing by a few of the many farms in place. The building is larger than average to accommodate the Supermutant's larger size, and the front had a larger than average garage door, that Afton opens with a switch, revealing the armoury to the grinning mutant army.

Now, as fun as equipping the Supemutants with Power armour sounded, there simply wasn't enough time or Saturnite to do such a thing. Most of the Saturnite had been used when plating the Ultimo-Bot army that invaded Hoover Dam, so they'd need to synthesize more if he wanted to do any more large scale projects.

Thus, the Supermutants armour lacked the complete bodily coverage that most Bulwark armour provided. Though, the small amounts of Saturnite lefts from the army had been used to create chainmail-like armour that covered the chest, stomach, and crotch, with Deathclaw leather protecting the arms and legs. Of course, the chainmail also had a layer of Deathclaw leather covering it, primarily to stop it from overheating too quickly.

This was far more armour than even the highest rank Supermutants would be able to get however, their bodies alone were resistant to bullets, so the additional protection would go a long way... This is also why Afton chose to focus more on the Supermutant's helmets, as a surefire way to put one down was a clean shot to the eye, or a powerful shot to the head.

The helmets themselves held more saturnite than the rest of the armour combined, it covered the entire head except for the face, where a shield would take its place in a similar fashion to Afton's power armour visor.

The Supermutants watched in silent awe as Afton helped Marcus into his own armour, all of them jumping slightly as the armour automatically adjusted its size to suit Marcus, along with the face-shield activating.

"OOOooooo?!"

Marcus gives the shield a tentative touch and watches the ripples occur in the shield, "This is strange... Will it hold up?"

Afton nods, "Yeah, as long as the electronics in the helmet aren't damaged, it'll block basically everything." he states, deciding not to mention that he's the one person that possesses the specific frequency that can disable such forcefields.

"Alright, we'll see to the rest of you getting fitted, but first let me show you the weapons!" he announces, receiving approving grunts from the crowd.

He presents the various weapons he'd set out to the mutants, miniguns, grenade launchers, Proton Axes, and rifles. Of course, everything he'd provided to the mutants had an inbuilt self-destruct system. If any were captured and deconstructed, they'd explode and destroy any technology that'd prove potentially harmful to Bulwark. Particularly the Proton-Axes... They were some fo the only weapons that the NCR or Brotherhood might be able to recreate that would be effective against Bulwark.

Their ability to cut through and damage Power armour, in particular, was something to watch out for.

"You guys should be careful with the axes, by the way, they might not look all that much right now, but I doubt you'll say the same once they'd cut off an arm or a finger accidentally... Watch." Afton states as he lightly swings the axe at the wall, cutting a few inches into the metal and leaving behind a scorched red wound.

He turns back around and grins towards the surprised-looking group, "Okay, now imagine the metal wall is your arm... Yeah, not pretty." he states before deactivating the weapon and tossing it to Marcus. "Alright! Suit up and pick your weapons, we leave in around half an hour to an hour! I'll give you a debrief and then we'll teleport right next to the NCR's base." Afton shouts as he steps outside, allowing Marcus to help his men suit up and get ready.