The following is based on information from Fallout Shelter or Fallout Shelter Online. |
Spy on Raiders! is an overseer daily quest in Fallout Shelter.
Quick walkthrough[]
Daily quest: Spy on Raiders! | |||||
Travel to the raider outpost. | |||||
Talk to the first group of raiders. | |||||
Talk to the second group of raiders. | |||||
Talk to the raider boss. | |||||
Reward: Nuka-Cola Quantums Random theme, weapon or outfit recipes Rare junk, rare weapon, medical supplies or caps | |||||
Detailed walkthrough[]
Once the player's dwellers have acquired raider outfits they can put them to use and infiltrate a raider base for information and loot.
Upon reaching the base the dwellers will find a few raiders are perceptive enough to see through the disguises, and will be hostile. The dwellers may also encounter radroaches.
Other than the scripted raider characters, enemies encountered here can include additional raiders, as well as mole rats with broodmothers. Once the raider leader's room is reached, there is a choice of a reward, as well as two junk items whose rarity depends on the level requirement, as well as one or more Nuka-Cola Quantum.
Dialogue[]
The gang occupying the outpost is picked among the five following gangs: the Bone Breakers, the Screeching Falcons, the Spiked Spikes, the Burning Bullets and the Pencil Pushers. Each gang has its own dialogue.
Question | Possible answers | Replies | |
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A | |||
What do we have here? Looking to join the Bone Breakers? What makes you think you're tough enough for us? |
We really like bones. And, um, breaking them... We guess... | You guess? What kind of Raider talks like that? Get 'em! | |
We're the baddest Raiders in these Wastes! Out of our way! | Whoa. I'm feeling that rage. All right, head in! | ||
Actually, we're Vault Dwellers in disguise. Here to spy on you! | Yeah, right. Wait, seriously? You're dead! | ||
The new recruits. I'll tell you a secret. You should get out while you can. Breaking bones is all fun at first, but sooner or later one of these psychos is gonna turn on you. |
Sounds like you want to get out of Raiding yourself. | You know, what? Yeah. It's time. I'm out of here first chance I get. | |
You're just weak! We'll be breaking bones forever! | Who are you calling weak? I can still break bones with the best of them! | ||
Could you say that again? We have to write it down because we're spying on you. | Wait. What? You're spies? Get 'em! | ||
You know, what? We're just going to kill you. | You what? Traitors! Kill 'em! | ||
You stand before Cracking Knuckles, leader of the Bone Breakers! I suppose you're here for your share of our last Raid? |
That's right, and we'd love some new weapons! | Good. Now go and cause mayhem! | |
We need medical supplies, Boss! | Very well. Here. Take this and go! | ||
How about some Junk? We're feeling crafty. | I suppose the Bone Breakers can spare some supplies. Now go! | ||
Die Raider scum! | What treachery is this!? | ||
What do we have here? Looking to join our gang? We're called the Screeching Falcons. Big scary bird, you got it? |
That's the dumbest thing we've ever heard of. | You calling me dumb? You're dead! | |
KA-KAW! | That's the spirit! Go on ahead. | ||
Actually, we're Vault Dwellers in disguise. Here to spy on you! | Yeah, right. Wait, seriously? You're dead! | ||
KA-KAW! Welcome to the Screeching Falcons, fledglings! You seem like nice kids. I hope this Raider life doesn't chew you up like it did for me. |
It's never too late to turn your life around. | Hey, you know, you're right! Time to live for me! | |
KA-KAW! | Uh, yeah. Good kaw there kids. Why don't you just get going? | ||
Could you say that again? We have to write it down because we're spying on you. | Wait. What? You're spies? Get 'em! | ||
You know, what? We're just going to kill you. | You what? Traitors! Kill 'em! | ||
You stand before Beaks, leader of the Screeching Falcons! I suppose you're here for your share of our last Raid? |
That's right, and we'd love some new weapons! | Good. Now go and cause mayhem! | |
We need medical supplies, Boss! | Very well. Here. Take this and go! | ||
How about some Junk? We're feeling crafty. | I suppose the Bone Breakers can spare some supplies. Now go! | ||
Die Raider scum! | What treachery is this!? | ||
C | |||
What do we have here? Looking to join our gang? We're the Spiked Spikes. We're so bad our spikes have spikes. |
That's the stupidest thing we've ever heard. | What did you say? Kill them! | |
Only the best Raiders would have that many spikes! | Ha ha. That's right! You guys go on ahead. | ||
Actually, we're Vault Dwellers in disguise. Here to spy on you! | Yeah, right. Wait, seriously? You're dead! | ||
New to the Spiked Spikes? Who came up with that name, huh? I've raided the Wasteland for a long time, and this is by far the dumbest group I've run with. |
You should leave. There's gotta be a better life out there for you. | Hey, you know, you're right! Time to live for me! | |
Spikes are the best! We should call ourselves the Spiked Spiked Spikes! | Oh boy. Fine. Do whatever you want. | ||
Could you say that again? We have to write it down because we're spying on you. | Wait. What? You're spies? Get 'em! | ||
You know, what? We're just going to kill you. | You what? Traitors! Kill 'em! | ||
I am Spike, leader of the Spiked Spikes! I suppose you're here for your share of our last Raid? |
That's right, and we'd love some new weapons! | Good. Now go and cause mayhem! | |
We need medical supplies, Boss! | Very well. Here. Take this and go! | ||
How about some Junk? We're feeling crafty. | I suppose the Bone Breakers can spare some supplies. Now go! | ||
Die Raider scum! | What treachery is this!? | ||
What do we have here? Looking to join our gang? We're the Burning Bullets. We shoot people, then set them on fire. |
Totally. We, um, love both of those things. Honest. | You're lying, and you're dead! | |
Bullets AND fire? Sign us up! | That's what we like to hear. Go on ahead. | ||
Actually, we're Vault Dwellers in disguise. Here to spy on you! | Yeah, right. Wait, seriously? You're dead! | ||
Hey, I didn't know the Burning Bullets had any new members. Gotta be honest. I'm kind of done with the smell of gunpowder and burning things. |
You have to do what's right for you. | Yeah, I've made up my mind. Time to leave these jokers behind. | |
Are you going to shoot and burn the flowers? | No. I'm not. Never mind. Just get outta here. | ||
Could you say that again? We have to write it down because we're spying on you. | Wait. What? You're spies? Get 'em! | ||
You know, what? We're just going to kill you. | You what? Traitors! Kill 'em! | ||
You're speaking to Inferno, leader of the Burning Bullets. I suppose you're here for your share of our last Raid? |
That's right, and we'd love some new weapons! | Good. Now go and cause mayhem! | |
We need medical supplies, Boss! | Very well. Here. Take this and go! | ||
How about some Junk? We're feeling crafty. | I suppose the Bone Breakers can spare some supplies. Now go! | ||
Die Raider scum! | What treachery is this!? | ||
E | |||
What do we have here? Looking to join our gang? We're the Pencil Pushers. We push pencils through people. |
We prefer pens, to be honest. | That's it. You're dead! | |
Finally! People who understand that writing is the deadliest art. | That's what we like to hear. Go on ahead. | ||
Actually, we're Vault Dwellers in disguise. Here to spy on you! | Yeah, right. Wait, seriously? You're dead! | ||
Who are you? New to the Pencil Pushers? I've been with this group since the beginning. I wanted us to be called the Erasers. |
You should start your own gang. Leave this place behind. | You know, what? You're right! Time to start over somewhere new! | |
You'll never top this gang. Pencil pushing is the best! | Yeah, I guess. Hey, I gotta get going. | ||
Could you say that again? We have to write it down because we're spying on you. | Wait. What? You're spies? Get 'em! | ||
You know, what? We're just going to kill you. | You what? Traitors! Kill 'em! | ||
You stand before Sharp Point, leader of the Pencil Pushers! I suppose you're here for your share of our last Raid? |
That's right, and we'd love some new weapons! | Good. Now go and cause mayhem! | |
We need medical supplies, Boss! | Very well. Here. Take this and go! | ||
How about some Junk? We're feeling crafty. | I suppose the Bone Breakers can spare some supplies. Now go! | ||
Die Raider scum! | What treachery is this!? |