The Libertalia terminal entries are a series of entries found on one novice locked terminal at Libertalia in Fallout 4. Initially, Wire's terminal will be present. However, upon starting the quest Synth Retention, it will be replaced with Gabriel's terminal.
Wire's terminal[]
Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
Property of Wire, James
May - 2282[]
So here we are. Our new home. Only casualty was one of Anderson's less useful toes. Otherwise I'd say cleaning the mirelurks out of these old hulks went pretty well.
Now we just have to figure out what to do next. Been a long time since any of us knew life outside the Minutemen. But General Becker was the only thing holding those folks together. Now that he's dead, it's just a matter of time until the militias start turning on each other. Not worth sticking around for that.
But we can make something of this place. I know it. We're going to have to.
November - 2282[]
We're running through food a lot faster than we'd planned. People are starting to get hungry. We're rationing, but the scouts need to turn up something soon or we're in trouble.
December - 2282[]
I had Anderson and Williams hanged today. Not pleased about executing the best guns we still had, but it needed to be done.
End of last month, they started finding big caches of food and supplies. We were starving, so I didn't ask where it came from. Then today we get a visit from the Bunker Hill guards. Turns out my boys had been hitting caravans, feeding us the spoils.
I gave the guards my word those boys would see justice. And I keep my word.
But justice doesn't put food in my people's mouths.
February - 2283[]
No fucking more. Another caravan stiffed my boys. This mercenary shit we've been driven to isn't worth it when the bastards don't pay.
I tried to get the merchants at Bunker Hill to cut us some slack, to give us something, anything, to eat, but they wouldn't deal. They're in on it, too. I guarantee.
No. This ends now. Today me and the boys make an example.
April - 2283[]
Four new recruits today. Said they heard about all the caps the Raiders in the bay have been pulling in.
Raiders.
That's what they called us. And they're not wrong. We're making money hand over fist. Bunker Hill, the caravans. They pay us to do nothing. To leave them alone. This is the best shape we've been in since leaving the Minutemen.
General Becker would be sick if he saw us now. But he's dead. And we're alive.
I don't feel like writing anymore.
Gabriel's terminal[]
GABRIEL'S TERMINAL
COMMAND PROMPT LOG[]
run://update -User "Gabriel"
LOG: COMPLETE. PREVIOUS USER FILES ARCHIVED.
run://delete -old files
LOG: PARAMETER "old files" UNKNOWN.
run://delete -all files
LOG: PARAMETER "all files" UNKNOWN.
run://help "How to delete old files"
LOG: COMMAND "help" UNKNOWN.
run://help "How to fix piece of shit terminal"
LOG: COMMAND "help" UNKNOWN
ARCHIVE FOR USER: Wire, James[]
May - 2282[]
[May - 2282]
So here we are. Our new home. Only casualty was one of Anderson's less useful toes. Otherwise I'd say cleaning the Mirelurks out of these old hulks went pretty well.
Now we just have to figure out what to do next. Been a long time since any of us knew life outside the Minutemen. But General Becker was the only thing holding those folks together. Now that he's dead, it's just a matter of time until the militias start turning on each other. Not worth sticking around for that.
But we can make something of this place. I know it. We're going to have to.
November - 2282[]
[November - 2282]
We're running through food a lot faster than we'd planned. People are starting to get hungry. We're rationing, but the scouts need to turn up something soon or we're in trouble.
December - 2282[]
[December - 2282]
I had Anderson and Williams hanged today. Not pleased about executing the best guns we still had, but it needed to be done.
End of last month, they started finding big caches of food and supplies. We were starving, so I didn't ask where it came from. Then today we get a visit from the Bunker Hill guards. Turns out my boys had been hitting caravans, feeding us the spoils.
I gave the guards my word those boys would see justice. And I keep my word.
But justice doesn't put food in my people's mouths.
February - 2283[]
[February - 2283]
No fucking more. Another caravan stiffed my boys. This mercenary shit we've been driven to isn't worth it when the bastards don't pay.
I tried to get the merchants at Bunker Hill to cut us some slack, to give us something, anything, to eat, but they wouldn't deal. They're in on it, too. I guarantee.
No. This ends now. Today me and the boys make an example.
April - 2283[]
[April - 2283]
Four new recruits today. Said they heard about all the caps the Raiders in the bay have been pulling in.
Raiders.
That's what they called us. And they're not wrong. We're making money hand over fist. Bunker Hill, the caravans. They pay us to do nothing. To leave them alone. This is the best shape we've been in since leaving the Minutemen.
General Becker would be sick if he saw us now. But he's dead. And we're alive.
I don't feel like writing anymore.