|The following is based on Fallout Shelter and some details might contradict canon.|
At Three Dog's advice, we spread the word that a dozen suits of Power Armor were hidden in a particular cave. The Pests took the bait and are currently inside, searching for the suits. It's time to head in there and find out what we can about Pestilence and the Pests!”
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|Opening dialogue||Dweller response||Character response|
|Welcome! Are you here for the blessing of Pestilence, or to join the Pests?|
To be a Pest is to be unworthy of his radiation, so we serve in other ways.
|The blessing would be nice. Where is Pestilence?||Roaming the Wasteland, unfortunately. For now, you can help us find Power Armor down here.|
|“Glowing”? What is Pestilence, exactly?||A true believer would already know, heathen!|
|Pestilence's blessing is radiation? Doesn't that harm his followers?||Harm?! How dare you insult Pestilence, you heretic!|
|What about “all glowing and earthy”?||That works! And it's even true. He's always covered in bits of earth. Thank you!|
|You there! Are you new converts?|
I hope the Pests down here didn't give you too much trouble.
|No luck either. Remind me, why are we looking for these suits?||So no one can avoid Pestilence's blessing, of course! But a real follower would know that...|
|Oh good, you're not Pests! I'm an undercover reporter with the Weekly Exposition.|
We have people undercover with the three active Horsemen. No word yet on Death, if there is one.
|So what's all this talk about being unworthy?||Cult logic, I guess. Just don't try telling them Pestilence's “blessing” would kill them.|
|But doesn't Pestilence attack them?||No, I don't know why but it leaves the Pests alone while they're in fully enclosed outfits.|
|What makes this Glowing Radscorpion so special?||Nothing. As far as I can tell, it's just a regular beast. Beats me why they worship it.|
|Why call themselves Pests? The Unworthy would have been much better.||You're preaching to the choir, but they aren't exactly the sharpest tools in the shed.|