The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

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[HEADING=2]It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time...[/HEADING]​

In the Kentucky wastelands, there is a well-known gang of Raiders known as 'The Heads'. They were called this for their unusual capacity to USE their heads instead of their asses. Not a common Raider trait. Here was the great and wonderful plan: It was gonna be Road Warrior 2: The Humongus Strikes It Big. All this time, there's been this fort, see. It's stacked with alot of automated defense turrets that work even today, keeping out the riff-raff. But to a well-organized crowd with a little know-how, plus LOTS of missles and sniper action, it was almost too easy. After all, the world's gone to shit! Who's watching Fort Knox now? Nobody! Who's gotten in since pre-war days? Nobody but the Heads. And that's how it goes. A number of rigged cars, trucks, and cycles pull into the place, having neutralized its perimeter. This place was once a brilliant military base famous for its huge gold deposits. Now, it was just a dead place of old memories...and still yet the gold.

The group is large, like three-dozen men ready to haul ingots out of there. This takes time, care, and precision...on account of this vault being harder than stuff from Vault-Tec. But as the Heads are using their heads...it eventually comes open and swings free into that lovely room filled with oodles of gold! They lie nestled together behind additional bars - bars that they can handle, easy - and fail to notice the sensors that they just set off, expertly-hidden ones kept in a room that has not changed in probably YEARS. The floor is tiled with big square tiles. To the average observer, it seems almost normal, except...that one of the guys stops as the others get to work on the bars. He shrugs it off, they bust in, and get gold loaded on a wagon to be pulled out by a few of the guys. Same guy who stopped before stops again, same place.

"Hey, I think there's something hollow under here."

"Under the gold? Don't be ridiculous. If that were true, they'd have TAKEN the gold."

He insisted, though, and took a crowbar to reveal...a hidden stepway hatch, the kind you press a button to activate. They saw this and stopped working. He opened it, went on down, and...was met with the glowing eyes of power-armor down a dark hallway, shortly before a plasma rifle went off! The Raider was burned through and then gooified before he made it back up the steps, and then there were similar hatchway sounds from two other spots as a pair of black powersuits BURST through more tiling to pull out Super Sledges and start swinging! Instant madhouse! The two Enclave soldiers made every Raider go for his or her gun, many of which were not that helpful in this situation as a whole mess of troops exited the middle steps with a command unit giving orders.

Commander: Operation Clean Sweep! GO GO GO!!

Despite the fact that some missle launchers and grenades had been brought in, most of the soldiers remained intact, especially since the sledge-users leapt right out to take hits! WHAT?! A few of the other Raiders who figured it was time to cut and run just went and DID. They headed on outside, where it was their intention to go back, tell the rest of the gang what happened, and come in bigtime to handle this Enclave parade without mercy. That would have been brilliant if there weren't smoldering craters where quite a few vehicles had once been, gold bars scattered everywhere and SOME remnant of the men who brought that stuff out here. These last few men then heard something rumble-shudder from the left as what looked like an old building brought to ruin with abuse uhhh...fell apart. They looked up...quite shocked under the circumstances.

[HEADING=3]Ka-Chunk! Ka-Chunk! Ka-Chunk! Ka-Chunk![/HEADING]

The last thing they saw was the barrels spinning, and the last sound [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqMoFrCinTY]...was self-explanatory. The soldiers came out soon after, taking note of the damage done both by the Raiders and by...IT. The Commander got on comms, then...

"What is the situation, #31?"

#31: Under control, Number One. Intruders eliminated 100%. However...

"However?"

#31: Fort defenses are kaput, all auto-turrets ruined with the gold vault broken into. I can salvage the door, but...someone's gonna notice eventually.

"I'm inclined to agree. Very well. We make our move. Utilize field camp defenses to bolster the Fort Knox perimeter, including OUR turrets. Move forces upstairs, but keep the sub-station well-stocked. Oh, and get the doors ready. The Enclave is officially open for business."

#31: Yes, sir!


[HEADING=2]FalloutJack Presents:[/HEADING]​

Several explosions raised dust all over the base area, revealing heavy-armored bulkhead doors which either slid or were raised open. From out of them came a few tank-like hovercraft, troop-carriers or load-haulers, as well as vertibirds [http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m315/MagnusReaper/Vertibird_Composite.png] and...a strange helicopter design that was like the marriage of a Jigabachi [http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m315/MagnusReaper/jigabachi.jpg] and Warhawk [http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m315/MagnusReaper/tmb_warhawk04.jpg].

[HEADING=2]Something We Like To Call...[/HEADING]​

"Soon, my greatest experiment will be completed! HAH HAH HAH! Mad, they called me! MAD!"

"BUT YOU IS MAD, DOC. CRAZY LIKE A HORSE."

"Very true, BUT I DID NOT ASK FOR YOUR INPUT! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha haaa!!!"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"I...was once a man... ONCE...a man!"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Yes, master. Yes, master. Yes, a'master! Yes, a'master! YES, A'MASTAH!!"

[HEADING=2]The REALLY Wild Wasteland.[/HEADING]​
 

FalloutJack

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CURRENT CHARACTERS>>>>>

NAME: Shifty Thomas McGee
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
RACE: Caucasian
APPEARANCE:
Tall, Slender and Pale. Those would be the primary adjectives that would describe Shifty McGee if you were one of those person of few words type of characters.

For those of you, like he is, given to the gift of gab, Shifty would be best described as a tree among men, with arms and legs that stretched out like a vines and has skin the color of Brahmin Milk.

Being proud of his rather pale skin and given the condition of the Wastes, Shifty keeps it covered in a rather ole timey undertaker's outfit complete with top hat.

Underneath that hat and those glasses that he wears are brown eyes and amusingly, a mohawk of black hair, a throw back to his childhood choice of hair styles.

PERSONALITY:
Talkative. He'll talk your ear off if you let him. He'll talk night and day as if the only way he is sure that he's alive is the sound of his own voice hitting his eardrums.

His parents were both in the rather unpopular business of undertakers. When you live in the wastes, however, there's never a shortage of business for a good undertaker. He's got this rather nasty habit of taking a measuring tape to people when he first meets them. Don't be offended. He just wants to make sure that you're properly cared for in the event of your untimely demise.

When he's not out riding from town to town in search of new business, you can find him at the local saloon, tavern, bar or Pub. His job doesn't make him very popular with the ladies but his bottle caps help when dealing with the occasional waitress looking for a little work on the side. Ahh to be 24 again...

WEAPONS:
While usually using his profession as a means to keep people from messing with him, when push comes to shove, he's got a nice 357 Magnum in his jacket. For the upclose and personal stuff, he's got a Combat Knife and a Short Sword

ITEMS:
A few bottles of Purified Water, a tape measure and a few spare parts for his bicycle. He also has bag containing a few days worth of Brahmin Jerky, a medkit, a few doses of Rad-X and Rad Away.

PERKS/TRAITS/SKILLS:
Enhanced Stamina If you spend all day riding around the wastes on a bicycle. It helps to have enhanced stamina.

Undertaker's Aura The last thing you want to see coming over that hill when you're setting up an ambush is an undertaker. It gets you wondering if you're his next client. Most people will hesitate to attack someone who's so intimate with death

Luck isn't a Lady Yeah... ladies don't like Shifty for the most part... until they see the guy beneath the suit

TRANSPORTATION:
A bicycle.

Name: Sylph (No Familial name known)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race Human
Appearance: Sylph trudged through the cracked streets of Arlington, or should I say happily trudged through the cracked streets of Arlington, for no one could have mistaken the happy little tune that she hummed to be anything but reflective of someone who was eternally happy. The fact that the blue haired waif of a girl, just barely Five foot Six Inches, was wearing a red dress with a red ribbons that kept her otherwise unkempt hair in two evenly placed ponytails, made it obvious to the Chinese Remnant Captain in Mama Dolce's that this American girl was one that could be easily dispatched; like the many other American Dogs that they had sent to Hell. Besides that, the gem on the choker that he spotted around her neck through his cracked binoculars looked to be valuable, something that he could trade for valuable supplies that he and his team were running low on.

While he did note the rifle that the girl had strapped to her brown leather knapsack, strangely enough, he missed the combat boots that the girl was wearing, something that should have tipped him off that something wasn't right about her. His greed and perhaps, something else had inflamed him.

Personality: Sylph smiled and waved at the ghoul in the strange uniform that approached her. Aside from the Brotherhood of Steel, this was the first time she had met anyone wearing a uniform before. She decided that if it wasn't for the fact that he was a ghoul, that the Chinese Remnant Captain might have been considered dashing.

"Hi mister! How ya doin'?" Sylph said as she continued to wave at the man and smile, her blue eyes reflecting her enthusiasm to see someone out on the road after all those weeks of drudgery and trudgery, someone in a position of Authority and perhaps someone that could help her out.

Of course, we all know that with the Chinese Remnant, this is never the case, as demonstrated by the straight up brutal backhand that sent the girl flying to the ground.

"Ow Ow Ow! Was it something I said?!?" She screamed, her voice filled with confusion, though it lost none of the sing song tone that it had moments ago when she was greeting her soon to be wanna be violator.

"I. I. I. I don't understand what you're saying! Maybe you could say it in English, please?" The blue-haired-girl continued to say as she was beat upside the head with another backhand.

The Chinese Remnant Officer had to admit that this was going to be one of the easiest heists he had committed in a very long time. Ah, but how very wrong we was as he grabbed the choker that was around the girl's neck; it came off with a quick and easy snap.

That wasn't the only snap to come however as the Girl's demeanor instantly changed. The first snap was the Ghoul's wrist as the girl expertly twisted it until it was naught but bone dust inside of skin. The second snap that was heard was the snapping of the Officer's knee joint. The third snap was more of a thud as the officer hit the ground and found the girl instantly on top of him, smiling a rather creepy and sadistic smile, the smile of someone who not only enjoyed the beating that he had just dished out, but the pain she was about to administer.

If you thought that the wrist and knee breaks were painful, you thought wrong compared to the thumbs she was slowly pushing into the ghoul's eye sockets.

"Thanks for this. I really needed some time away from that *****. I mean, you met her right? Always so happy and positive." The formerly friendly girl said, her voice devoid of the blissfulness that had saturated it not too moments ago. If there were any other words that she said, they were eventually drowned out by the screams of the Chinese Remnant officer.

Weapon: All good things have to come to and end however and in the end a simple twist of her wrist ended things for the Captain as the spring blade mounted on her right forearm entered the Captain's brain pan.

You would think at this point that Sylph would have been overwhelmed by other Chinese Remnant Soldiers by this point and that might have been the case were it not for the rather brutal method in which the biggest and burliest of them had just been killed. A few well placed .22 Caliber bullets from the girl's .22 Rifle, previously strapped to Sylph's Knapsack, entered the Ghouls junk and exited through the trunk, causing major hemorrhaging issues.

Items: Looking through the bodies of the now dead Chinese Remnant Captain, Sylph added the ghoul's few caps to her meager cap stash (202). It didn't take too long to tear through the rest of the Ghoul's inventory either. Extra .22 Ammo to add to her ammo supply, a combat knife, a few spare hairpins, A medical pack, a few Radaway and Rad-X.

Placing the choker back on her neck, Sylph continued to search what was left of the Captain's inventory.

"Ooooo, Rad Scorpion Meat!" The Girl exclaimed, quite happily in fact, as she bit into the crab like meat, ingesting a few rad in exchange for the mouthful of yum.

Seeing that there was nothing else of worth, she sighed gleefully as she felt gnawed on more of the touch Rad Scorpion Meat and continued on towards the her destination, a tear at the back of her dress fluttering open to reveal a crisscrossed network of scars.

Perks/Traits/Skills:
- Gratingly Charismatic: Cheerful as she might be, others might find it grating after a time. So much so that she's been known to have been left on the side of the road after a few minutes of travel. =(
- Dual Survivalist: Sure she's chipper, happy, charming, a darling, a bit naive and such but mind you, there's always a flip side to the coin. With a single flip of the switch that little survivalist's smile will be the last thing you see.
- Ditsy Luck: Sometimes lady luck isn't fickle, she's just a ditz.

Transportation: Sylph looked down at her combat boots and looked at Frank's feet and decided that they were much too small for him to wear and that she would be safe from any random boot jackings for a while.

NAME: Lucy Black

AGE: 22 - turning 23 very soon

GENDER: Female

RACE: Human (Caucasian)

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APPEARANCE: Asymmetrically cut black hair tied into one very long but loose pigtail hanging over her shoulder - a stylistic choice and a reminder of her childhood.

Standing below average height, the petite female made her presence known with a striking blue eye. Yep, you read that right - due her most recent patch of dangerous encounters, she wore a black eye-patch over her recovering left eye.

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PERSONALITY/HISTORY:

A few years ago: Life seemed fine, living with her Father, Isaac Black. Growing up, her father's presence was scarce due to the nature of his work.

He would often return from trading excursions to bring home various trinkets, perhaps even a broken weapon that the two could repair and sell later. You see, the father and daughter bonded over their fascination with energy weapons. It was natural for the two of them to practice with the repaired energy weapons.

One day, her father's prized possession arrived at their home, a Gauss Rifle. A small supply of ammo was bought over time, while the rifle itself was kept hidden in a secret compartment under the floor...-it was too late to realize just how valuable that accursed weapon had become.

Springvale, their neighborhood and home, was attacked fairly soon after the arrival of the accursed weapon. By an organized and highly-skilled group: The Enclave, no less.

Lucy had suffered through the horror of her Father's public murder, the destruction of her home and the torture that soon followed. She was left for dead, or so she had thought. It was unclear as to how she survived. Her weakness at the time of the attack had infuriated her and was just the very beginning of her motivation to find the answers to the many questions that were left unanswered...

Currently: Having infiltrated The Enclave under the disguise of an "Asset", Lucy had fundamentally changed from the idealist she was once before. Having grown slightly detached and more fierce in her interactions, Lucy still possessed a passionate and fierce nature when her temper was struck, (un)fortunately.

She was not above the use of manipulation or betrayal towards her perceived enemies, with the odds stacked against her, she had to fight dirty. Having learned the truth and being lead to the heart of the Enclave, Lucy was preparing to strike.

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WEAPONS: A Gauss Rifle that belonged to her Father, now known as a bitter keepsake and treasure. It's become Lucy's favored ranged weapon.

ITEMS: Slim-fit reinforced leather-armor, (Modified) Gauss Rifle* and a small backpack brimming with ammunition. A few stimpacks were kept on her person in case of medical emergencies.

PERKS: Rapid Reload, Comprehension, Ferocious Loyalty
TRAITS: Small Frame, Trigger Discipline

Notes: Dexterous and an excellent shot with her Gauss rifle makes Lucy somewhat of a force to be reckoned with at range.

Anything closing that range would soon discover just how vulnerable that left her. Her hair-trigger emotions would often make her exceedingly reckless in a combat situation.

Studying human behaviour from her bookworm days had lead to Lucy ideally fighting her battles with that of a silver-tongue, the successfulness of this act would often depend entirely on her emotional state.

TRANSPORTATION: In good physical condition, Lucy tends to travel by foot.

*The rifle was capable of charging up a single devastating and penetrative round. Via the voice command of the owner, the rifle would release it's mechanical restraints, expend a great amount of heat and the moving parts would essentially bond itself to the user's wrist painfully. Each shot requires a full one minute cool-down, leaving her completely exposed. Accuracy was thrown out of the window for sheer damage while in "Beast Mode".

NAME: Abraham Stein (Or Abe)

AGE: 26

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human

APPEARANCE: Abe stands around 5'6, has a lean body type and is unfit (Really doesn't work out all that much). Without his mask, he has a very youngish looking face cover in some scars. His left upper side of his face, around his eye, looks burnt due to his profession. While his right side as a scar slashes in an angel from his cheekbone down towards his chin.

If anyone ever sounds his body without his clothing, they would see more scars here and there which he feels a bit self-conscious about. When he does wear clothes, he has on a black t-shirt that is a bit rip in areas. A dark green long overcoat that hangs just a bit off the ground, which he keeps unzipped most of the time. A gas mask that covers the front part of his face and an Aviator helmet that 'helps' protect his ears and hair from his chemicals. He wears dark black pants, thick socks, dark brown gloves, and heavy work boots.

PERSONALITY: Abe is an introvert type person. He really hates large crowds, prefers to work alone and away from everyone else. His goal is to one day have enough money to build a house on a far away island and never have to interact with anyone every again in this fuck up wasteland.

To start with Abe story, he was the son of chem addict family. His parents did merger jobs and then waste most of it on chems to get high at night. Abe didn't really remember much about his childhood. Just knowing his parents let the grandfather watch over him while he was young. Which was perfectly fine to the young Abe. He didn't really like anyone in his family and his grandfather was too old to really watch him so he was free to go anywhere to be by himself and away from his sad excuse of a family.

That was until his parents had a bright, stupid idea to have Abe learn how to make chems from the local chem maker. Abe was placed in his care to be trained to be the next chem maker. While at first Abe thought this was going to be horrible, he soon realizes that hardly anyone bothers him at all while working. Abe was quick to take up the mantle of chem producer. Though within three weeks at his new 'job' he accidently blew up his batch of the week and burn the left side of his face a bit.

His teacher was going to punish him for wasting supplies but seeing how badly he was in pain from the burns, let him be. With this, Abe started to wear layers of clothing and mask to protect his face. Within a few years, Abe was actually starting to outpace the Chem teacher. Which had upset the teacher and he almost murder Abe in his sleep. On the run, Abe thought about returning back home but went against the idea. If his druggy parents ever found out how well he was making drugs, he would never hear the end of it. Packing what he can and stealing a few caps from the bums of the town, Abe sent off to find his own place to call home.

That didn't last long as, within two weeks of traveling by foot, Abe nearly died of starvation and dehydration. It was only a miracle that a passing caravan saved him and nurse him back to a somewhat decent health. He travels with the caravan as he helped them out with their wares. Even making a few chems to sell on the side whenever they stop at a town and he finds supplies he could use.

That too, change when a raider group chases after them during their travels. The group of raiders ending up killing his companies and capturing him after he told them he could make drugs for them. With their own chem maker, Abe was soon put in a cell within the Raiders settlement.

A few weeks go by and Abe was going crazy from all the fumes from the chemicals and poor living conditions. So he works out a small deal with the Raider leader. He would make twice the product if he was given his own little piece of land in the wasteland. Now every two weeks, the raiders come by to trade with Abe. Giving him food, water, and supplies for the chems and Abe would give them their chems they so desired.

Abe finally got his own place to call his home within the wasteland. Working daily to make quota for the raiders. While at the same time exploring his new found area. He never wonders to far away from his home and he always brought protection with him in cases he ran into anything worst then a rad roach. Though his shooting skills aren't the best.

During on his travels around the area. He came upon a junkyard, believing he found a score of old loot he began his search. After a few hours of digging around, he found something he believed to be worthwhile, an old Securitron. It took hours to haul that thing back, but Abe was able to get the big robot back to his little shop of chems. If he could get one of the raiders to fix it, he wouldn't need to worry about anything attacking him.

Abe kept the robot in a corner of his home until a raider or someone else could fix it up. It wasn't until morning until Abe found out that the Securitron wasn't fully broken. It was just in standby mode, waiting for his old master to return. Though since it's been years (The Securitron had no idea how long it has been as it was told not to keep count.) Abe offer to be his new master. Which the Securitron eagerly agreed.

Turns out, Abe would regret this as he soon found out why the Securitron was abandon. It was like a child almost. Always asking questions and always seeming amazed by anything new. Though Abe wasn't going to give it up that easily, oh no sir. If it couldn't be a great attack dog (or bot.) It can at least look like a scary mother fucker.

So now Abe works away in his little house. Spending time with his new found companion and trying to live his life peacefully within the waste.

WEAPONS: Abe has a few different weapons with his home. Though he either can't use them or doesn't know how too. The only weapons he keeps on him at all times is a 9mm pistol and a baseball bat. He keeps any weapons he finds in his stockpile room where he trades them off whenever he see a passing caravan or trades them to the raiders who come back every now and then.

ITEMS: Abe is a bit of a hoarder within his home. Keeping things he believes will be valuable one day. So at the moment, his home is filled with either goodies or just pure trash. What he keeps on his self is a few medkits, 9mm ammo, and some cheese.

PERKS:

Ohhh, look what I found!: You are masterful at finding useful(Or trash depending to SOOOME people) items to help gain your own goals, keeping you alive or at least getting more supplies to make those psycho raiders happy. its a win/semi-win situation!

Holy shit! Aren't you lucky!: You surive so much within the waste, I'm wondering if you have a guardian angel watching over you, or perhaps god just laughs at your misery like a bad comdey show. Have a high amount of luck, good or bad you have a lot of it.

TRAITS:

Hey, are these drugs legit?: Being a master of chem making, you are able to tell which drugs are good, bad, and have been temper with. Good if you have friends and they got chems, bad that your friends are ditching you and getting another chem dealer. Assholes.

SKILLS:
Chem Maker: Abe is a master at making chems and is willing to sell all kinds to make a living. Hell, he would even make some new drugs up if he got the chance, and wasn't worrying about blowing up the place.

TRANSPORTATION: On foot or by his trusty robot companion.


NAME: PW035, She however knows her name as: Trixie Jane Franko (first middle last)

AGE: 7, physically seems to be mid 20s

GENDER: Female

RACE: Android (Caucasian)

APPEARANCE: She has rather pale white skin, yet it can tan and burn artificially. She stands at 5ft 8inch, with a slender build. She wears either Leather Armor with a Shady Hat and Shades or in formal occasions she has a Pre War Bonnet and Pre War Dress. Her hair is black and hangs down in a reasonably sized ponytail.

PERSONALITY: She does not know she is an android, and very much believes herself to be a normal human female.
She is capable of emotion as most androids, but she is quite cold in that regard, finding it difficult to become emotionally attached to others or even show remorse or pity. In conversation she does not speak a great amount, only really talking when need be. Being a traveling tradesman does mean she is quite good at closing a deal however.

BACKSTORY: One of the large amount of androids to escape the commonwealth after hearing the story of another escaped android, she too received facial reconstruction and a memory wipe, now living as a roaming caravan trader. As all escaped androids however, she is still being hunted, she does not know this however due to her memory wipe, so to her she is a normal human lady born in the capital wasteland. Her phrase of activation is: The silent cow goes moo at the dawning of the black sun falling to the north.

WEAPONS: To her left side she has a Large Kitchen Knife, her right holster holds a .44 Magnum, and on her back is a standard Assault Rifle.

ITEMS: (Armor posted on Appearance), Repair tools around her belt such as spanners etc, a few mines she sets up when resting, medical basics such as stims, bandages, and radaway. A low inventory of various ammunition, weapons, and armor on her pack Brahim before she meets the group.

PERKS/TRAITS/SKILLS: She has been built to excel in Science, Repair, Small Guns, and Barter. She also is trained in basic Medicine.

TRANSPORTATION: Pack Brahim (Jesse).

NAME: Rath

AGE: Depends on how one would measure it. Since his creation? Old. Since he woke up? Fifteen years...roughly.

GENDER: Male

RACE: Deathclaw (With an F.E.V. mixer of 'human')

APPEARANCE: A Deathclaw...everyone in the wasteland knows of them, every sane (and most insane) people fear them; and with good reason. Only somebody who is familiar with Deathclaws, and who is not currently part of one's lower G.I. tract, would notice anything physically different between Rath and another of his so called 'kin'. While he shares the same mottled grey/brown skin tones as many other Deathclaws, his body is a bit 'off'. Compared to others he is for lack of a better term 'stocky'; a shorter, thicker body with corresponding shorter and thicker limbs and head.

Though his body may only be slightly different, there is a much bigger indicator that he differs from other Deathclaws; he wears clothes...in so far as an old tarp fashioned into a hooded cloak can be called 'clothing'. Aside from that he carries a pair of large bags, one to carry food, and the other to hold interesting things he finds along the way, as well as an old portable holotape player and his ever expanding collection of tapes.

PERSONALITY/HISTORY:
Things began with noise, cold and confusion. He awoke on the floor of a bunker to the sound of alarm klaxons and flashing lights, so cold it was hard to think straight; but as he began to warm up, his head began to clear and he looked about.

That lead to his first big shocker, was that he knew the names of things, door, chair, table etc., but nothing of himself. Staggering down corridors too small for his frame, he went looking for answers...and maybe away to shut off that blasted alarm, but all he found were long dead bodies. His first surprise came almost immediately as he reached for a door handle and saw his hand; brown scaly skin covering thick claw tipped fingers...a hand obviously not designed to easily use the various fittings around the facility he was in. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to open the door and set off to continue his investigations.

Eventual exploration took him to a series of offices, and their associated computer terminals; unfortunately many of them had ceased to function, but eventually he found one that was still working and set to work trying to figure out just what was happening. Typing was more than a little frustrating but eventually he gained access to the system, learn a bit about the facility, his creation and most importantly, turn the bloody alarms off.

He learned he was an attempt to make a US Army close combat experiment more controllable, apparently with the heavy use of human D.N.A. and something called the Forced Evolutionary Virus, and that this facility was buried somewhere in a government facility called Fort Detrick. There was more information to be found, but he was rapidly growing agitated at the close confines and more than a little hungry. A bit more probing of the old computers lead him to locating the exit, and with that he made his out of the concrete and steel hole in the ground, and out into the world...or what was left of it. He'd surmised something must not be right on the surface, given the decayed bodies and dilapidated conditions he found, but this was worse than he'd thought. Setting off into this new, fractured, world, he went to first find a meal, and then maybe piece together what had gone on.
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For several years he stayed pretty close by, sleeping in the remains of a library, reading what books were left, and returning to the base from time to time to investigate the computers. There were no 'real' humans in the immediate area, though at times he did encounter groups of them that reeked of decay and seemed to attack anything they saw with a suicidal fury. While they posed no real threat, they were a nuisance and tasted awful, so he avoided them when he could. Mostly he ate strange looking deer, cattle and the occasional bear or dog. From time to time in his farther ranging explorations he'd encounter other humans; though his first time went rather poorly.

He'd caught scent of a small group of them, two males, three females and one of the two-headed cows, while he was exploring North of his usual 'home' and decided he should make contact. He was down wind, so tracking them was not too difficult and he stepped out on to the roadway well ahead of them, as to not startle them, but that didn't seem to help. All five seemed to panic at once, and actually opened fire on him with crude firearms; this confused him greatly. Part of him did want to attack them, it'd been awhile since he'd eaten, and he was hungry, but he dismissed that as just an instinctual reaction; their bullets where only slightly more damaging than the bare hands of the rotten feral humans, so they posed no real threat to him. Confused and disheartened he turned away too look for his next meal.

Similar things happened the next few times he tried to interact with bands of humans that he encountered, until he eventually gave up and settled on just getting as close as he could unnoticed so he could listen to and observe them. Some groups were family units, some were just individuals grouped together for safety, and some...some were predatory and almost feral themselves. He grew to dislike the last kind, they stank of chemicals and old blood, and seemed to enjoy death and slaughter for no reason. They rarely ate the humans they killed, and bafflingly they sometimes tried to mate with females they had captured after they killed them. Confused as he was, by both these 'near' ferals and the other humans, with the help of what he'd read, and what he overheard, he was able to piece together the world around him.

The world had been broken by a nuclear war between two great powers, this rubble was what remained of a country once called 'America', the bad tasting feral humans were called 'Feral Ghouls', the 'near feral' humans were generally referred to as 'Raiders' and that he was something called a 'Deathclaw', a beast that any even marginally sane individual feared. This information both explained the previous interaction he'd had with humans, and saddened him; it would be hard to get to know people if they all thought he would eat them as soon as he saw them.
---
Returning to his solitude, he spent more years alone exploring his 'home' range and expanding his knowledge whenever possible. During one of these explorations he found a working holotape player and a small collection of 'tapes. A couple were personal log entries, which while interesting, were of little use. The ones that really got his attention where a couple of music 'tapes and a spoken recitation of a book called 'The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde'; the duality of the Jekyll/Hyde character speaking to him. With the acquisition of the 'tape player, he began gathering up all the 'tapes he'd previously passed by, some were of little use, but others were fascinating; more music, other stories or snippets of pre-war life, the recorded voices made him feel a little less alone.
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Not too much later came the most significant encounter of his life. While out exploring and hunting, he caught wind of Raiders ahead of him, so stepping into cover he waited to avoid confrontation. After a while the band of four males came into view, but immediately he noticed something was off about their behaviour; most travelers he'd observed would poke and inspect various things as they travelled, but these four were methodical, like they were hunting something.

As that thought occurred to him, the wind shifted slightly and he caught another scent. A male and a female, both young and between himself and the Raiders, not far from where he was standing. He was wondering about what was going on when one of the men entered what was left of a house and shouted, which set the other three running to the same place. At the same time the air was filled with terrified screams, a sound he knew well, and the thumping and banging of a fight. Moments later all four men emerged, one carrying a small boy and the other carrying a slightly older girl. The children fought against their captors, but the men were far too strong.

Watching the scene before him, he felt his libs begin to curl, and a hand that had been resting against the ruins of a house began to flex, his claws carving furrows in the old wood; he knew what these men would do, he had seen it often enough, and while some of their words were unknown to him, he could understand the threat they were making to their young captives. Part of him said that interacting with humans was always more trouble than benefit, and his more primitive side, like always, just wanted to kill something, but his conscious mind told him he couldn't let what he knew would happen, happen.

With a roar, he lunged out of hiding and towards the group, all six reacting exactly as he thought they would. One Raider went for a weapon, but as he did so he stopped, and that just meant he died first; a quick slash and he fell to the dirt with his entire front torn open. The second hadn't gotten very far, and he easily caught him with a short jump, ramming his claws through the man's back before casting him aside. The third, in his panic, had tripped over some broken road and was still struggling to his feet when he caught him. He simply brought his foot down hard and carried on. The last one he saw scramble under the rusted remains of a car, and on top of the usual odors was emanating a distinct smell of urine and feces; crouching down he stuck an arm under the wreck and began feeling about. The Raider began opening fire with his crude weapon, but it was of little consequence and once he felt his claws touch something soft, he grabbed hold and dragged the screaming Raider out by his leg, before slamming him into the ground a few times.

With the problems dealt with, he turned back to where they had dropped the children, expecting them both to have run off in the confusion. Instead the girl was still lying face down on the road, while the boy tugged at her and cried for her to move. He'd seen other humans react in similar fashion when one of their own ceased living, though as he got close he couldn't smell any of the distinctive human death smells. At this point the boy noticed him, and was frozen in fear, but that was something that could wait. Hunching down, he sniffed the girl and then cocked his head slightly to listen; though it was nearly overpowered by the boy's rapid heartbeat, he could hear the girl's slow and even. Leaning back, he pondered what to do, more Raiders could come looking for the others, and human young where particularly vulnerable. After another moment or two of thought, he tried something he'd always wanted to, but never had the chance, he spoke'or at least tried to.

When he opened his mouth all he managed was a rasping hiss. This was all he managed for the next few attempts, until in absolute frustration he focused on the most basic break down of the words he could imagine. [
Code:
C-An Y-ou H-Ear Me!?
] To his surprise the boy blinked and looked around briefly before focusing back on him. 'Y-y-yes' I...umm think so..M-Mist-t-er D-Deathclaw.' He let out a sigh of relief that left the boy coughing. [
Code:
Girl okay. Just sleep. Hit head in fall.
] He went on slowly. The boy relaxed, a tiny bit. [
Code:
Where adult humans? Not safe for young alone.
] At this point the boy began to sob. 'T-the Raiders caught us a week ago. I-I think they killed Mom and Dad...it's only me and sis now.' He said looking at the girl. 'A-are you going to eat us?' [
Code:
No. You safe. Need you off street. Good house that way.
] He said, pointing off to his left. 'I can't move her.' The boy said softly, still crying a bit. 'I'm not very strong, and she's heavy.' [
Code:
I help then.
] Carefully scooping the girl up so he didn't cut her with his claws he carried her to a mostly intact house while the boy nervously followed. He was too big to fit inside, but the boy was able to drag her on to an old couch. 'P-p-please stay? She'll never believe me?'
---
The trio ended up staying together for close to a year. The boy and girl, a brother and sister named Roger and Samantha, named him 'Rath' after the sound he made when he yawn, and told him as much as they could about the world that they knew, as well as helping him explore places and buildings he couldn't fit into. Rath protected the children, hunted for them while they grieved, and actually taught them to read a little bit with the materials he had gathered; but as content as he was, and they seemed to be, he knew they belonged with their own kind. Early on Sam had said they had been going to a place called 'Megaton' where her mom had said she had a sister, so eventually Rath proposed that they continue the journey.

After much thought and with some obvious sadness, the children agreed, so long as Rath would come with them as far as he could. He readily agreed to that, and they set about getting ready; Sam found an old tarp, that with a little modification, Rath could throw over himself to make his exact appearance less obvious, and Roger found a pair of pre-war bags so he could bring his collection with him, as well as a length of chain for a rather brilliant idea. Looping the chain into a loose collar, it could be tucked out of Rath's way most of the time, but if necessary Rath could shed his cloak and they could use the chain as a 'lead' to fool possible threats. Roger assumed, rather correctly, that no sane person would want to mess with children who had a 'pet' Deathclaw.

So equipped, they set off towards Megaton, though it was a bit slow going as Rath would have to hang back while one or the other talked to other travelers to get directions, but all in all they made decent time. After an uneventful, for the Capital Wasteland, trip, the entered the ruins of a small town called Springvale, and from the shelter of a surprisingly intact house they could see a sign pointing the way to Megaton, and the tops of its wall sticking up over a low rise. After a few tearful 'goodbyes' on the children's part, Sam and Roger pulled the chain free from Rath's neck and set out towards the town by themselves. Rath was sad to see them go, but there was no question that they were going to be better off. Still, he waited behind the building for close to an hour, just in case, but once he was sure that everything was fine, he set off way from the town.

WEAPONS: Claws, teeth, brains and phenomenally bad breath.

ITEMS: Meat of various types, because sometimes hunting is a pain in the ass.

PERKS:
Nightmare Presence: You are a God. Damned. DEATHCLAW! Anything with two functioning brain cells wants to put as much distance between you and them as quickly as possible.

You're going to eat that!?: As long as it's meat, its food. That said, some types are preferred more than others.

Smarter than your average Deathclaw (or Wastelander for that matter): Between some F.E.V. induced modifications, a pile of neurological imprinting and a whole library to yourself, you're a well-rounded individual with an education surpassing any wasteland 'school'.

Oh God, it won't stop...: Though they're a bit shorter than most, your claws can still rend soft tissue with the best; and while they look like smooth knife blades on the end of each finger, the claws are actually serrated, meaning if the victim somehow survives that initial swipe, they're now bleeding pretty badly.

Fist full of can openers: Your shorter claws backed by your considerable strength means nothing short of power armour, or high strength building materials, can resist them.

TRAITS:
Can you hear me? You can hear me!?: The Deathclaw's vocal cords are rather unsuited for human-type speech, but thanks to an F.E.V. related side-effect (intentional or otherwise), you now have a limited from of telepathy. Unfortunately you can't read minds, and it's pretty short ranged, but assuming you can find someone who doesn't flee in terror right away, you can actually talk to them.

Tougher and Slower: The F.E.V. mutations have made your hide tougher beyond the most frenzied nightmares of the average Wastlander, but the trade-off is speed; a fit individual with good stamina, or a good supply of Jet, could out pace you.

Do you think it saw us? YES, YES IT SAW US!: While typical Deathclaws are known to have rather poor eyesight, more of the F.E.V. tampering seems to have solved that. It's not perfect, but it beats trying to find glasses that fit.

SKILLS:
Technical Lizardry: With increased intelligence, and nothing better to do, interacting successfully with an old classified computer system has made you rather adept at dealing with those machines (Even if typing can be a bit of a pain).

TRANSPORTATION: Walking. Tried riding a Brahmin once, was too terrified to be steered... got hungry.
 

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NAME: Kristin Blamco (Blamco being the family name. BlamCo would refer to the actual products/business)

AGE: 25

GENDER: Female

RACE: Human (Caucasian)

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APPEARANCE: Kristin has unnaturally long, wavy, silver hair which is parted down the middle and worn loose over her shoulders.

Blessed with the traditional kind green eyes, a habit of perpetual smiling and a healthy complexion lends credence to a disposition of unmatched sincerity.

(Some might question her silver hair.)
(- Some have never taste-tested one of the many experimental Blamco products that never reached stores.)

Standing just above average height, Kristin carries herself with immense pride and bold enthusiasm.

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HISTORY:

"Feel not sympathy for the lactose intolerant. They live in a godless world without cheese." - M.F. Blamco III

Born and raised in New Vegas, Kristin did her part to keep the family business alive and well. Working as a cook by day and determined to revive the Blamco name, Kristin tested her experimental dairy creations by feeding them to the impoverished community with varying degrees of success. Successful new recipes often inspired a sharp increase in business, meanwhile the failed experiments very rarely left any survivors. To her delusional mind, her experimental meals must have been so overwhelmingly good to have resulted in death.

The New Vegas BlamCo branch developed a curious balance of notoriety among the impoverished and heaped appraisal from the mid-to-upper class citizens who received only the highest quality products.

Blamco family tradition stipulates a strong ethical and spiritual code:

1) Praise the Gods of Dairy, for they will provide you with strength.
2) Respect the cheesy properties that hold this world together.
3) Spread the gospel of Blamcoism to the ignorant; they do not know the warmth of milky bosoms just yet.
4) The abominations of this world are clearly not tolerant of the milky sugar. Show them mercy through death.

When there is not any food to be made or people to enlighten. The Blamco's took to month-long mutant-hunting excursions. Primarily to pay their respects to the milky world by the way of purifying the perceived impure, the Blamco family regarded themselves as holy warriors, normal folk regarded them as highly-efficient and overly-preachy "pest control".

Upon Kristin's 25th birthday, tragedy struck as her father was killed in the rare celebratory Super Mutant Behemoth hunt. The New Vegas Blamco branch fell apart due to Kristin's vast inexperience with the managerial aspects of the business.

Death was but an irritation for the proud Blamco family! Condemning New Vegas as unfit to further be blessed by her milky products, she took her inheritance and travelled to the East Coast in hopes of reviving the Blamco Empire elsewhere.

Kristin Blamco, heiress to the illustrious Blamco family fortune, of "BlamCo's Mac & Cheese" fame has arrived in the East Coast of the United States. The Capital Wasteland or so it is called.

BlamCoism is upon you.

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PERSONALITY:

Whether it was the influence of her family or the myriad of experimental "food" that Kristin has eaten/tested in her lifetime, there is no doubt that her delusions of Dairy Gods are very much real to her.

Provided that Kristin has fulfilled her daily dairy diet, she is eccentric at best...and delusional at worst.

Kristin is a proud and enthusiastic woman, known to delve into the preaching of dairy products while she cooks. With a passion to entertain and an honest joy for cooking, she will often offer a complimentary meal cobbled together with the nearest ingredients to new company in hopes of spreading the teachings of Blamcoism and creating goodwill for her family's name.

Kristin is also no stranger to combat, having earned her first brutal Super Mutant kill in melee combat at the tender age of 17. With joyous and passionate declarations of pure nonsense/divine fury from an alleged "holy warrior", Kristin laughed at the notion of "fear" and upheld utter recklessness as a badge of honour.

Keeping with tradition, Kristin makes herself available as a hunter of mutants and abominations to get by financially.

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WEAPONS:
- Modified and reinforced Bumper Sword.


The Bumper Sword claimed from her first Super Mutant kill, the weapon's "blade" has been layered, sharpened and a proper grip was integrated into the sword. Whether it bludgeons or slices, the results are never pretty. It's also covered in Limited Edition Blamco stickers, cat stickers and smiley face stickers. Holstered across her back outside of combat.

- Cleaver

Every cook has a favoured utensil. Holstered in a thigh-pouch.

EQUIPMENT:

- (Dyed Silver to match her hair.) Basic leather armour with plate armour reinforcements; steel vambraces, pauldrons and greaves. Boots included.

- Courier bag worn over one shoulder containing:

1) Limited Edition BlamCo Mini-Microwave! (Energy Cells not included)
2) A range of spices, ingredients and "Emergency ingredients" (Chems).
3) Limited Edition BlamCo Utensils
4) The one-and-only Grand BlamCo recipe book.
5) Flasks of purified water.
6) 250 caps.

PERKS: Super Slam! [http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Super_Slam], Presence [ http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Presence], Ferocious Loyalty [ http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Ferocious_Loyalty].
TRAITS: Heavy Handed [ http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Heavy_Handed], Kamikaze [ http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Kamikaze].
TAG SKILLS: Melee Weapons, Survival, Speech.

Notes: Despite the ridiculous nature of Kristin's speeches during combat, certain individuals might find themselves oddly inspired and gain a boost to morale.

Kristin's Dairy God delusions will worsen if she is deprived of a BlamCo meal for too long. She won't necessarily become hostile, but you might find her preparing meals from rust-shavings and dirty spiced water with absolute glee. On the flipside, a fulfilled Kristin will provide you with heavenly meals.

Highly skilled with her heavy Bumper Sword, she can carry the weapon with ease and deliver extremely punishing attacks. This is offset by her lack of formal training, which limits her defensive capabilities.

Kristin possesses very limited to no knowledge regarding computers, conventional firearms, energy weapons, explosives, sneaking and medicine.

TRANSPORTATION: In good physical condition, Kristin tends to travel by foot.


NAME: Arizona (Formerly Sergeant Amanda Butcher)

AGE: Older Than You (Pre-War Ghoul, Age 24 when the bombs fell)

GENDER: Female

RACE: Ghoul (Formerly Caucasian)

APPEARANCE: Arizona is a rather wiry Ghoul of average height with the kind of build that speaks of endurance more than strength, and like all Ghouls, her skin is noticeably peeled and patchy, with what's left being leathery and off-colored. Her face, once sharply defined, looks more rough now with it's missing nose, patchy skin, and her missing left eye. Her remaining eye is narrow and a clear spring green, while her scalp still has long tufts of red hair. Her left eye isn't the only thing she lost however, with the ring and little fingers of her left hand being missing as well, due to a bad experience with explosives back before the bombs fell.

Her clothes are reminiscent of her time in the military, consisting of a loose black t-shirt, brown fatigues and a pair of durable, black army boots. She also tends to wear a red bandana around her head, tilted to one side so that it covers her bad eye, and another, blue bandana wrapped around her right forearm.

PERSONALIT: Arizona is defined by her jaded, seen-it-all outlook on the world, her biting sarcasm, and her philosophy to look out for number one. She's also loudmouthed and highly opinionated, particularly after she's been drinking, which she tends to do off-and-on throughout any given day along with smoking. This means that she prefers to be something of a loner, though she usually won't mind being around others if it means she'll have a better chance to survive or get a larger paycheck.

It's because of that mindset that some people think of her as nothing more than a raider-for-hire, but she prefers to think of herself as a woman with 'moral flexibility' and mercenary sensibilities. As such, if it involves her using a gun, there isn't much she won't do for the right amount of caps, though even her 'moral flexibility' draws the line at rape and slavery. However, she isn't above thieving and smuggling, though she finds most chems, and the addicts that take them, to be distasteful, preferring old-fashioned alcohol and nicotine.

Arizona takes some measure of pride in her marksmanship and the fact that she's handy with a blade, though she's hardly a crack-shot. She's also surprisingly good at playing a harmonica, a skill she took up after the bombs fell, unlike her skills with weapons and with an armorer's kit. In fact, whenever given a free moment in a bar, she'll often play her harmonica between drinks, usually getting a few caps for the entertainment.

HISTORY: Amanda Butcher, born in Arizona, was the daughter of a single father, with her mother having died in childbirth. A problem child practically from the beginning, Amanda was fiercely independent and felt the need to do things her way even at a young age. She seemed to coast through school up until her high school graduation without too much trouble, but after her graduation she had gotten into a parking lot brawl defending a friend. In the process, she ended up maiming several of her attackers with a handy pipe, and was arrested shortly after.

The hearing resulted in the Judge giving her a choice: Either a prison sentence for multiple counts of Assault with a Deadly Weapon, or Military service. She chose the Military, and didn't regret it. Enlisting into the Army, she found that she fit right in, enjoying her time with firearms of all kinds, especially tinkering with them. Explosives were another thing entirely however, since she managed to lose part of her left hand thanks to an incident with a grenade. She was eventually trained to be an armorer, maintaining the weapons of her fellow soldiers as they fought against the Red Menace.

Unfortunately, when the war with China had come to a head, both sides launched nukes at one another. Thankfully, Amanda had had enough forewarning to manage to escape the immediate blast radius of the nearest nuke, stealing supplies from her own armory in the process. She wasn't lucky enough to get out of range of the fallout however. Heavily irradiated, the meager radiation meds that she had stolen weren't enough. As she wandered the wastes that the U.S. had become, she was sickly and weak as her skin began to peel and her hair slowly fell out.

The process was slow, and despite how debilitating it was she managed to survive, defending herself from the first raiders that popped up, losing her eye in the first encounter. But she wandered, drifting from place to place until she joined a roving raider band that was recruiting survivors to bolster their numbers. Knowing that there was a better chance of her living another day as a raider, she joined them. By the time she was fully transformed into a Ghoul, the raider band she had joined flourished into a small nomadic tribe, and she abandoned her given name in favor of calling herself Arizona, after the state she was born in.

She stayed with the raider tribe for a few years before she took to drifting across what was left of the country. She would occasionally join other raiders, and even hired herself out to protect a few of the towns that grew after the worst of the fallout settled. While her travels took her throughout the remains of the United States, they eventually led her to Rivet City in the Capital Wasteland, where she looked for an easy way to make some extra caps.

WEAPONS: After the bombs fell, Arizona didn't waste time raiding the weapon stores of the fort she was stationed at, and managed to get away with it.

-Light Machine Gun, modified to have larger (200 Round) magazines. Jokingly nicknamed "Lester".

-Bowie Knife, well cared for and sharpened. Named "Jackie".

ITEMS: Besides, her weapons, Arizona always keeps a few things in her duffel bag, namely:
-A spare change of clothes.

-Three packs of cigarettes and her old First Cavalry Zippo lighter.

-A bottle of Scotch and some Bighorner Jerky.

-An incomplete set of basic armorers tools.

-Spare magazines for her Light Machine Gun, including the single magazine full of the last of her Armor-Piercing Rounds.

-Her slightly beat-up harmonica and a deck of cards.

-Three Stimpaks and a single Med-X.

-Almost 800 Caps.

PERKS/TRAITS: Traits:
Old Enough To Know Better - "Almost two centuries of wandering the wastes has made you wily! You detect most hidden traps nearby and can usually avoid them."

Booze Hound - "You sure know how to hold your liquor, drinking alcohol not only has no negative effects, but your drink of choice can make you feel that much tougher."

Perks:
Grunt - "You're an Army girl through-and-through. Prior service makes you particularly adept with service rifles, light machine guns, and combat knives, so long as they used to be the standard issue."

Walking Armory - "Maintaining arms and armor is old hat to you! Even on the move, the weapons and armor of you and your companions degrade slower, and are easier to repair."

Positively Rad! - "Love the nuke, baby! Anytime you're being actively irradiated, your health regenerates and you get none of the drawbacks those smoothskins do!"

[bSPECIAL/SKILLS:[/b]
Strength: 6
Perception: 6
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 8
Luck: 2

'Tagged' Skills: Guns, Repair, Melee
'Secondary' Skills: Survival, Barter

Name: Fiona Callahan
Title: The Deathclaw Whisperer
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: Vault 127 (now Claw City, located within Maryland.)
Appearance:
http://i.imgur.com/oaXY8Rx.jpg (this picture is a very good reference.)

Long and luxurious, silky red hair frames a face that seems almost fey in nature, with green eyes that seem to almost glow and take in one's soul, this woman could pass as an elf if she had pointed ears, tho she is human.

Her body is curvacious and very well endowed, curving and filled out in all the right places, she bloomed early, her figure means that she would not look out of place in somewhere like Gommorah, she tends to turn heads because she is a genuinely beautiful young woman in the wasteland, and that is a rare sight indeed.

Her attire is designed for traveling, shirt, skirt, with survivalist gear around her waist on a belt, traveling cowboy boots with raised heels, stockings, leather gauntlets. Her attire is designed for ease of movement and to allow stealthy movement when it counts, various pouches exsist both on her belt, and around her shirt and back.

Personality: Fiona was born in Vault 127, the second child of the Overseer (after her brother, Wallace). The two of them were very close, but of the two Fiona was more focused and driven. Her father had designs to make her next Overseer, yet it was a kind and generous nature within her that steered her more towards medicine. She studied this and biology along with the Big Book of Science to excell towards becoming a rank physician, which - while she was well-loved around the Vault - began to strain her relationship with her father. You see, Wallace had no desire to become a leader, nor her, in fact, so that left their father with nothing but anger while their mother supported them from then on.

It wasn't as though her position as a doctor didn't carry its own responsibilities, though. The medical unit was important in Vault 127, a Vault whose social experiment was to determine how an isolated group fairs in a long-term desperate struggle for survival against an unstoppable force. Her studies were important to her because Vault 127's cave was filled with Deathclaws, an entire colony which has not moved the entire time. Every now and then, the Vault Door - whose mechanisms are sealed from tampering and automatic - malfunctions and opens wide, allowing deathclaws - should any be in that part of the cave - to come inside. During one attack, Wallace was killed. She never even got the chance to TRY and save him.

It had always been Fiona's opinion that Deathclaws were intelligent, at least a little. Maybe enough to understand that they were being talked to. When her brother was killed, she fell into a huge depression, unable to move on from the loss. It was at that time that she decided there was nothing else for her to lose and she strode out into the cave when it next opened. The curious thing was...rather than running into any hostiles...what she found was a monstrous wail leading to a chamber where the Matriarch sat hunched over one its babies. The young Deathclaw was barely hanging on, looking like it'd been struck by a powerful weapon. The marks reminded her of a tape on Gauss weapons, but she couldn't be wholly certain. Without even thinking, she came into the room and pulled out her gear. Fiona's life was one of kindness. Even when they killed her brother, she couldn't bring herself to hate them.

Once the youngling was stabilized, she fully expected to die on the spot and just sat there, waiting for it. What she didn't expect was for the Alpha and the Matriarch to bunt her affectionately! From there on, she began to use her research and what she hoped was a bond forming to open up channels with the Deathclaw colony. It was hard at first. In order to keep the things from wandering in, she had to go out and occupy them somehow. What she did was begin to teach them things, get them to retain knowledge and use it, and ultimately become more accepting of her and to leave the people of Vault 127 in peace. They wouldn't exactly leave, of course, but Deathclaws wandered at times. And since the Vault Dwellers had to come out sometime, they established Claw City, Maryland...though their Deathclaw Whisperer was going to live out her brother's dream, which was to see the world and what it had become.


Weapons:
-Salvaged Chinese Assault Rifle, modified with a scope for better accuracy and less recoil.

-Ripper: Usually used as a bone saw, sometimes used in melee.

Items:

-Deathclaw Scent Markers: Designed by Fiona to help her communicate with her deathclaws, changes the scent mark to signify her mood and if she is in danger, also used in other methods of communication. These range from bullets specifically designed to mark a target with a scent, to vials of pheromones that tell them to ignore an area.

-Pipboy 3000: Pristine Pipboy 3000 used by Vault Dwellers. Acquired from her time in Vault 127. Has a picture of a kitten on the screen.

-Spare change of clothes incase she needs em.

-Vault Doctor's Kit, includes various things such as tubing, syringes, various doctor's tools including medical sutures and surgical cutting tools.

-Survivalist Kit, includes foods, stimpacks, med and rad-xs, radaway, and also various herbal remedies and anti-venom.

-Pure Water, bottles of pure water straight from Vault 127.

-Spare Ammo for her assault rifle.

PERKS/TRAITS

Traits:

Deathclaw Whisperer: "You can talk to and befriend one of the most feared predators on the wasteland, convincing them to follow and aid you. Many people fear you for this."

Good Natured: "You are a kind-hearted soul who is happiest when she is helping people, but at the same time, you are not very good at combat."

Perks:

Vault Doctor: You bring the knowledge of pre-war medical capabilities and tools to the wasteland, because of this, any companions that follow you get more use out of Stimpaks and other medical chems, as well as a chance of fatal wounds being taken care of due to the advanced medical knowledge from the vault, companions are also more resistant to venom due to advanced medical knowledge.

Educated: "You are highly educated, having been taught inside of a Vault most of your life, You tend to learn faster especially in skill-related area."

Hypnotic Beauty: "You are one beautiful young woman, which give you an advantage in speech checks and barter checks, allowing you to charm your way into what you need."
Note: Cannot actually hypnotize, this is just a charisma check.

SPECIALS:

Strength: 2
Perception: 7
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 3
Luck: 5

'Tagged' Skills: Medicine, Survival, Speech.
'Secondary' Skills: Science, Barter

Transport: Totally badass looking motorcycle, also carries a storage thing on the back end that she uses for various stuff.

Note: Fiona is very much not designed for heavy combat, she lets her deathclaws do much of the fighting for her, while she tends to help them with medicine and whatnot.

Note 2: The Deathclaws that Fiona utilizes, behave more intelligently, (much like in fallout 4, yes, this even means they move side to side like roller skaters and dodge bullets.), they are not invincible, and they are there for her defense, not to ravage the countryside.

Note 3: Here is a good image of her Deathclaws. http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/b/bb/Deathclaw_fo4.png/revision/latest?cb=20160101191326

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Deathclaw Number: 3

NAME: Dr. Jenna Sorenson

AGE: 25

GENDER: Female

RACE: Human

APPEARANCE: To most, Dr. Sorenson's appearance is simply that of her All-purpose Science Suit: A white Radiation Jumpsuit fitted with various black hoses and a small black device below the collar, with an orange domed helmet and the symbol of the Followers of the Apocalypse emblazoned on the left breast, and a red medic's armband, complete with white cross, wrapped around her upper right arm. She also, strangely enough, has a beat-up Pip-Boy 3000 on her left arm, painted a matte black with the screen tint modified to be red.

The black device below her Science Suit's helmet is a jury-rigged holographic projector, set to emit holographic expressions just in front of her helmet. Each expression is clearly feminine and looks like a simple cartoonish version of a frown, smile, etc., in red light, and is linked to her Pip-Boy. However, due to her Pip-Boy being salvaged and tampered with, occasionally her "Expression Generator", will malfunction and flip through several expressions at once or flicker at odd moments.

Beyond that, her real appearance is a complete mystery, though it is easy to tell that she is a tall woman standing just over six feet with an average build, if rather buxom.

PERSONALITY: Dr. Sorenson could easily be described as a very cheerful, very perky Doctor, determined to find the silver lining in almost any misfortune. While some find her "Look on the bright side!" outlook to be grating, her patients tend to find it both encouraging and endearing, but even Jenna's stubborn optimism can wane. Though she does what she can to hide it from the public, particularly any patients of hers, she's nervous in crowds and just a little shy. Due to the fact that it helps her cope with said nerves, she rarely ever leaves the confines of her Science Suit unless she absolutely has to. Since no one can see her facial expressions behind the helmet, she tends to trace simple frowns or smiles along the helmet with her finger to get some emotions across.

Having been a Follower of the Apocalypse practically since birth, she believes in their ideals wholeheartedly and is a generally compassionate woman, ready and willing to help anyone who is in need, though she will draw the line at helping someone who will promptly go on to hurt innocents. She is also an intensely curious woman, and whenever she encounters any new and unfamiliar technology she immediately regards it with a sense of wonder and fascination. More than once has that caused her to take apart something that she shouldn't.

While intelligent, dexterous, and generally well-educated, especially in the Wastes, Jenna is anything but graceful, and has almost no stamina regarding physical activities, making her poorly suited for being a survivalist. Her place is ultimately in a lab or clinic and she knows it, but the allure of the field, with untapped caches of lost tech and the needs of those who have to live in the wastes are too hard for her to resist or deny.

HISTORY: Jenna Sorenson was born and raised in the Angel's Boneyard in the New California Republic, her mother being a member of the Followers of the Apocalypse with her father was a local prospector, picking over the few abandoned buildings left in the area of hope of something valuable that was passed over. Throughout most of her childhood, she spent most of her time with her mother, often left to read in the Boneyard Library while her mother saw to patients, with her father abroad searching for fortune in the rubble. As a young girl, Jenna turned out to be immensely curious, and thought that perusing the books on offer at the library was always a new adventure, something her mother actively encouraged.

By the time she had turned 10, she was already becoming a voracious reader, and had started to make noises about following her mother's footsteps as a Follower of the Apocalypse. It was around that same time that her father, off looking for lost treasures and salvage, had failed to come back from his latest expedition like he normally would. Despite the worry, the two simply put it off as him taking longer than usual to return.

When it came time for proper schooling, ostensibly as preparation for becoming a proper Follower of the Apocalypse, Jenna and her mother had all but given up on her father's return, as several years had passed with no word. And by that point, one of Jenna's other quirks had come into play: Her uneasiness in crowds, specifically the other students. Despite her natural hunger for knowledge, her studies suffered from her actively trying to avoid being around too many people at once, often spending most of her time in a quiet corner away from the rest of the others.

Over time, she managed to push through her nerves and simply focus on learning, which she took to with vigor after she shut out the world around her, often for long stretches of time. When the time came for graduation, Jenna was easily at the top of her class, showing quite the aptitude regarding advanced technologies, handling Energy-based arms, and was a competent medical physician.

Earning her place among the Followers, she launched into helping with relief efforts abroad, making her away across the West Coast into what was left of the Central U.S., with particular focus on finding and restoring lost tech that would help rebuild civilization. Along the way, she had stopped off at the Old Mormon Fort in Freeside and collaborated with a fellow Follower, a charming man by the name of Arcade Gannon, who helped make a holographic projector to give her a "face" while in her Science Suit. What came as a shock to her was hearing about Caesar's Legion, a massive tribal nation from the East, founded by a Follower of the Apocalypse bent on power and conquest, absorbing every tribe they could into the fold on their journey West.

Learning about the Legion from trading caravans, she made a point to avoid them as much as possible, though thanks to the NCR, as well as reports of walking corpses, cyberized by the Enclave, the trading routes East were largely free-and-clear of the Legion. But those trading caravans that were coming from the East Coast had given her another piece of very valuable information: News that in what used to be Washington D.C., there was a massive water purifier being used to clean up the entire Potomac River of filth and radiation, with the East Coast Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel actually distributing the water to the public.

The very idea of a water purifier being made on that scale and working was astonishing, and Jenna couldn't help but wonder at how much it could improve the quality of life in the Wastes, if only it could be reproduced elsewhere. And the other applications were potentially groundbreaking for the Followers: RadAway was all well and dandy when it came to removing radiation from the body, or when added to irradiated food, but if one could somehow remove radiation from soil? Or even groundwater?

Making up her mind, she immediately began her journey Eastward into the Capital Wasteland, making her way to the first stop that the caravan had recommended to her: Megaton.

WEAPONS: Despite the fact that, as a Follower of the Apocalypse, Dr. Sorenson is generally pacifistic, the Wasteland is a dangerous place. Trained with Energy Weapons, she took to modifying them as well.

-The "AER9.6" Laser Rifle, modified with a high-intensity focusing lens and an electronic scope. The body is painted a matte black, like her Pip-Boy

-Ripper, usually used as an automatic bone saw, only used in the most dire of situations with no other options at hand.

ITEMS: Besides the Doctor Variant All-purpose Science Suit and "AER9.6" Laser Rifle that she carries with her, her Follower's Pack includes:

-A spare change of clothes, likely never worn.

-A salvaged Pip-Boy 3000, modified specifically to aid in Scientific and Medical pursuits. A little glitchy and prone to malfunction.

-An "Expression Generator" holographic projector, jury rigged by a fellow Follower and herself, linked to her Pip-Boy. As such, is also prone to glitches.

-A Follower's Doctor's Bag, including a Ripper that doubles as a Bone Saw, Surgical Tubing, Syringes, etc.

-A Follower's Tool Kit, meant for maintaining and interfacing with abandoned and derelict tech.

-A small supply of Stimpaks, Med-X, Rad-X, RadAway and a Blood Bag.

-A Caravan Lunch and several bottles of Aqua Pura.

-Spare Microfusion Cells

PERKS/TRAITS
Traits:
Trust Me, I'm A Doctor - "You're a Doctor, you're there to help and everyone can just tell. You get a boost to Speech and Barter whenever it relates to your humanitarian efforts."

Very Model of an Apocalyptic Scientist - "If you know how it ticks, you can fix it better than ever! You can patch up people and fix broken tech more effectively, so long as you learned about them beforehand or handled it personally."

Perks:
Set Lasers to Fun! - "Energy Weapons are just better, Lasers specifically! Any Laser Weapon you use get's an automatic tune-up, making it fire more intense, more accurate beams."

Wasteland Healthcare - "As a medical professional, you care about your patients. Any companions that travel with you benefit from having any medical chems (Such as Med-X and Stimpaks) being more effective with you around, as well as being harder to cripple."

Vigilant Recycler - "Don't let those spent Energy Cells go to waste! You know all of the tricks to recharging and recycling spent ammunition for Energy Weapons, as well as knowing how to optimize the basic variants."

SPECIAL/SKILLS:
Strength: 3
Perception: 10
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 3
Luck: 5

'Tagged' Skills: Science, Medicine, Repair
'Secondary' Skills: Energy Weapons, Speech
 

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NAME: Charlie Cannon

AGE: 19

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human (Caucasian)

APPEARANCE:
Standing at around 6'1, Charlie is a slender fellow. He is leanly muscled with no fat on his frame at all.

He has wide blue eyes and keeps his light brown hair cut short. His face is very youthful and heavily freckled from working long days outdoors. He has grown some patchy stubble in an attempt to make himself look older (unsuccessfully). Small burns cover his calloused hands, with the left missing both ring and pinkie fingers.

His standard attire consists of grey trousers, a light tan shirt and a brahmin leather jacket. Usually seen wearing a red baseball cap and tough work boots.

PERSONALITY:
Generally very friendly and easy going. Always willing to lend a hand to someone in trouble, which has resulted in him being taken advantage of more than once. Despite his honest nature he struggles with conversation, especially with females.

He won't back down from a fight and will often rush into one if he feels that someone is being threatened. He has very strong moral views and doesn't react well to bullying and violence. He's assisted in defending his home numerous times from bandits and raiders.

Explosives are fascinating to him and he loves to tinker with them and make his own. The burns and missing fingers are testament to this dangerous hobby. His dream is to one day own a workshop where he can make his own explosive weaponry. Energy weapons also interest him greatly yet he has never succeeded in acquiring one.

HISTORY:
Growing up on a brahmin ranch in the Capital Wasteland, Charlie always dreamed of travelling the wastes. His father's tales of the Brotherhood of Steel with their mighty energy weapons and power armour in particular caught his attention, and he longed more than anything to find and join them. He had always loved tinkering with and creating explosives and he imagined energy weapons would be even more enjoyable. His father made the Brotherhood sound wonderful too; according to him they would lead the world into a bright new future with their miraculous technology.

Charlie knew he couldn't leave until his younger brothers and sisters could help their parents run the ranch without his help though. It was an agonizing wait for several years, until finally he felt that he wouldn't be leaving the family in jeopardy without him. That night he stuffed enough food and water to last him several days into his rucksack, along with a large quantity of his homemade explosives and supplies to make more. Grabbing his trusty machete and leaving his goodbye note on the table, he stepped out into the dark wasteland and set off on his journey.

WEAPONS:
- Sack of homemade dynamite
- Weathered machete

ITEMS:
- Several days worth of brahmin jerky and purified water
- Battered old Zippo lighter and spare fluid
- Various bits and pieces used in his explosives (duct tape, cans etc.)

PERKS: Mad Bomber, Demolition Expert, Animal Friend
TRAITS: Hoarder
SKILLS:
Very fit and agile, can run for miles. This makes him a surprisingly quick melee combatant, although his technique is a little clumsy. Fairly intelligent and lucky (otherwise he would have blown himself up by now). Has terrible charisma though and gets nervous around females (especially attractive ones). Prone to getting conned and paying more for things than what they're worth.

TRANSPORTATION: A set of good work boots

Name: Constance Sorrowfeld
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human-ish

Appearance: said:
Standing at Five Foot Seven Inches tall, Constance Sorrowfeld is actually only Five Foot Five Inches tall if you exclude the two inch tall shiny and metallic cat ears that have been surgically implanted amid her black with blue streaked head of hair, worn short. This is not to say that they make Constance Sorrowfeld looks like some sort of anime humanoid cat, it's her long catlike vestigial tail that makes that particular illusion complete. Also, it should be noted that she does not have cat eyes. Her brown eyes look a bit hazy, like she is blind, which she is.

And what, pray tell, does one wear when one has a tail sticking out of one's rear? Well it does not matter when one is a member of the American Enclave Scouts of America. You wear what everyone else wears. The all black female uniform consisting of a black heavy wool jacket, black badge sash and black skirt. Let us not forget the standard issue matching black knee and elbow pads that offer what little comfort they can whilst a member of the American Enclave Scouts of America is crawling about on one of the training courses, earning which ever flavor of badge is available that day.

This does not mean that they are not allowed a small amount of liberty with their uniforms. An American Enclave Scout of America is allowed to customize their pack as a means of cultivating their own individuality, though it is more for psychological evaluation than anything else. In Constance Sorrowfeld's case, she has opted for a pack that looks like a large teddy bear hugging her from behind.
Personality said:
Cool, Calm, Professional. Those are the words that Constance would use to describe herself though her Scout Master would use other not so nice words to describe her. Extremist Fan-Girl would be the first phrase the Scout Master would most likely use since he made the mistake of having Natsuki Manriki address the Scout Master's Troop. Ever since that day, Constance has been doing everything that she would to be like Natsuki, or at least what her idea of Natsuki is and at times has become almost a Natsuki stalker. Rumor is that Constance made a shrine to Natsuki and FalloutJack somewhere on the outskirts of the American Enclave Scouts of America Troop Barracks (This is true).

When she is not acting like a Natsuki wannabe, Trooper Sorrowfeld is looking for ways to further the Enclave's mission of bringing order and love into the Wastelands. She spends much of her free time preaching the Word in various towns. This has resulted in many people sitting long sharp objects into their ear canals just to get Constance to be quite (Lies!). This is all in the hopes that some day when she is old enough, she will be posted in the same unit as her idol, Natsuki.
Weapons said:
12 Gauge Pump Action Shotgun: It packs quite the kick for a girl Constance's size but the fact that she can hit the side of a barn with just one shot suits her just fine. Plus it comes with various ammunition types from Slugs to Buckshot to Explosive to Utility.

Short Sword: Mostly for chopping things.

Deathclaw Gauntlet: Back in the troop, she heard the rhythmic charge of an oncoming Deathclaw first and alerted the others, wherein they all proceeded to blast at it until dead. For this, the scoutmaster converted the beast's right hand into a weapon as reward for the act. NOTE: Jack added this.
Items said:
Teddy Bear Backpack: It is a backpack that looks like a Teddy Bear.
Purified Wafer: Colorless, odorless, tasteless. Good old water
Enclave Issued MRE: Just like mother used to make, at least it would be if Constance remembered her mother at all.
Medical Kit: In case of boo boos.
Rad-X and Rad Away: The last thing anyone wants is a second tail.
Perks said:
Sonar Vision: The cat like ears grafted the the top of Constance's head are not just for show. They are, in fact, millimeter wave radar dishes that allow Constance to see the world around her. They are far superior to normal sight in almost every way save one. They do not allow Constance to see in color, making the girl legally color blind: A disability that would prohibit Trooper Sorrowfeld from joining the military branch of the Enclave - a fact that no one has had the heart to tell her.

Amateur Shotgun Surgeon: With superior sight come superior aim, so much so that Constance has been known to perform ad hoc amputations with her shotgun.

Super-Balanced: The Tail is not just for show either. While no one has tried to drop her off the side of a cliff to see if she would land on her feet, she does manage to stay on a balance beam for quite a while.
Transportation: said:
A Short Black Bus: Typically used to transport a Troop of American Enclave Scouts of America, Constance was able to convince the Troop Master to let her borrow the Bus for her upcoming secret mission:

NAME: Dudley Sullivan

AGE: 26 and a half.

GENDER: Male, last time he checked.

RACE: Human

APPEARANCE: Mountain of a man, at around 6'7 and 350lbs, he's about half muscle and half fat. Normally wears a Merc Troublemaker kind of outfit, with long, combed back dark blond hair and a rather large beard as well. Has dark blue eyes and is missing a tooth on the side, thanks to that one girl in a bar he insulted. (he can't remember which one.)

PERSONALITY: He's pretty cool-headed, and always one to try and crack a joke, especially when drunk. But he can get violent fast if something pisses him off. Also one to try to hit on ladies, especially older ones and those who are quite different than him. He had a ghoul for a sweetheart back in his hometown. Living with 13 brothers and sisters would make anyone nuts, but he was actually one of the least troublemaking of all, but still ran afoul of the local sheriff once or twice thanks to his mouth.

WEAPONS: Normally carries around an old avenger minigun he picked up from a merchant who said he came from the West Coast, and had bought it from a salesman in San Fran himself. He would've bought a Vindicator, but he didn't have the kind of cash on him. Aside from that, he normally carries around a fireaxe with the handle snapped in half, and a bowie knife in his boot.

ITEMS: Has a bunch of tools in a pack that he keeps his food in, normally used for fixing up his transportation and other things for money, when he can't get merc or guard jobs. Aside from a deck of cards to mess around with when he's bored, he travels light.

PERKS/TRAITS/SKILLS: He can sing and play a guitar, which seems like it's a rare thing in the wastelands nowadays. He also believes he's skilled in the fine art of verbal persuasion (otherwise known as BS), and is quite strong and sturdy. Aside from that, he can't really move all that fast, and prefers to stay in one spot and spray bullets at whatever's his target, but if he has to he'll hit it and hard with whatever object seems to be nearby. Also quite mechanically inclined, judging by how well his vehicle has held up and the fact he gets some pretty good mechanical jobs.

TRANSPORTATION: Jury rigged a form of a three-wheeled motorcycle from the parts of two abandoned motorcycles and a Corvega, and also using the motors from a couple of old rippers. He keeps it running with microfusion and energy cells, the same thing that keeps Rippers running.

NAME: William Knight.

AGE: 25

GENDER: Male

RACE: Caucasian, Anglo-Saxon

APPEARANCE: Height of 5'8 and weight of around 9 stone. This gives him a slim build. Short-ish black hair and green eyes. Mostly clean shaven but when there isn't time, a stubbly beard develops. Has a posh, if cold accent that would be closest to British. Tries to keep a mostly clean and presentable look (as much as possible in the wasteland anyway) so wears a shirt, tie and waistcoat scavenged from a clothes shop, wearing dark blue jeans with a few scratches on the right knee. Would be considered handsome, if his face wasn't normally fixed in a glare.

PERSONALITY: Used to be rather upbeat and cheerful, talkative and persuasive, it was William's job to be an ambassador for his community to other tribes and towns, organising trade and friendly relations. However, after slavers attacked his community, murdering, raping, pillaging and taking their prizes, William has become much colder. Being part of a 16 person group that fled the community shattered William's previous naive nature as a nightmarish journey ensued. With the slavers in hot pursuit, the group had to scavenge and steal most of their supplies. But with such a large group, no amount of scavenging could sustain them. William became more desensitised to death as the group was ravaged by starvation, disease and predators. The group was reduced to ten haggard wanderers without a purpose, unsure if the slavers were still pursuing. With no true goal, infighting and petty disputes stretched the group to breaking point. When three of the groups most able members were killed by a grenade bouquet trap the fragile peace shattered. Words were spoken, punches thrown and guns drawn, then William talked them down and in the morning each went their separate ways realising how much they hated each other after their ordeal. William kept walking, wandering, until he found another settlement where he stayed for a while, yet could not settle. He eventually left the town for pastures new, even though he doubted he would find anything better.

WEAPONS: William uses a Katana replica which he "relieved" from a shop. The blade is still very sharp and could certainly do lethal damage. He also uses a 45. pistol, but he is not that accurate with it and mainly uses it for threatening people. He carries 23 rounds for it.

ITEMS: 87 caps, Anver Ambassador's Outfit, a 'lucky' dice and a backpack to store his gear in containing two bottles of purified water and enough food for a few days. 2 Fission Batteries. It also contains a gift given to him by on of the Anver residents, but he shows the gift to nobody.

PERKS/TRAITS/SKILLS: Has the Good Natured trait to represent his slant towards speech. Has the 'Terrifying Presence' perk and the 'Light Touch' perk. Very good at resolving problems with words and if the situation demands it, can fight well with his Katana. Is not bad with his pistol but certainly not a famed marksman. Tag skills would be Speech, Barter and Melee Weapons with a reasonable Guns skill.

TRANSPORTATION: Since wandering the wastes, has acquired a motorbike that has been modified to run on Fission Batteries, yet often needs repairing and since William is no mechanic, needs help with.

NAME: Tracy the Chem Fiend

AGE: 27

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human, Caucasian

APPEARANCE: Tracy is a tall young man with the slight emaciation that's standard for any barely-nourished Wasteland junkie. Even if he wasn't addicted to every chem under the sun, he would still have a skinny build with little to no real muscle tone. His skin is lightly tanned but otherwise fair, while his hair is a golden blonde, but had clearly seen better days with patches of long locks on an otherwise barely-fuzzy scalp. Tracy's face could almost be considered sculpted and classically handsome with a strong chin, high cheeks and pointed nose, heavy-lidded and dreamy blue eyes under well-shaped eyebrows, and full, if chapped, lips. The only blemishes on his face are the dark circles under his eyes, gaunt cheeks, and a very prominent scar between his eyes. However, those blemishes, while covered with white face-paint depicting a skull, make him appear more devilishly handsome, befitting an alluring bad boy.

His clothes and armor consist of a brown leather harness and leather pants, with scrap-metal armor plating on his left arm, wrapped with bright red neon tubing connected to a power-pack on his hip, a spiked tire pauldron on his right shoulder, worn down bikers boots and spiked knee-pads, and lastly a prominent and polished metal cod-piece with a yellow smiley face painted on it.

PERSONALITY: Tracy is first and foremost a hedonist, usually concerned with nothing more than his next high, his next lay, or his next profit. He is selfish and narcissistic, which only gets worse when hopped up on chems to the point that he feels like an invincible warrior and a genius. As such, he rarely ever considers the people he tends to run roughshod over as anything more than momentary distractions at best, or in his way at worst.

After an encounter with a one-eyed Ghoul wielding a light machine gun, however, his brain was lightly scrambled with a bit of lead that resides in his skull to this day. As a side-effect of that not-quite-fatal bullet, he has become, in his own words, "moody", which is to say that his own disposition can vary widely depending on the chems he takes. While before, he wasn't swayed so much by the high, his tenuous grasp of reality and sense has been thoroughly shaken to the point that he may as well be a completely different person when he happens to be on Psycho, or Mentats, while Jet seems to make him resemble his old self the most. He has even become prone to hallucinations when not on some kind of drug.

Another side-effect of that encounter, however, was a sudden violent hatred toward anyone and anything that isn't a untainted human. Even those with a sixth toe will set Tracy off. This hatred towards mutants has focused itself to a far more palpable urge to seek revenge on the one responsible for his cranial lead-poisoning: The Ghoul named Arizona.

HISTORY: Growing up in The Neon, a Raider City built from the "ruins" of Detroit in Michigan, Tracy was the son of a now-nameless junkie whore that worked in the bazaar district of The Neon called Heaven's Marketplace, and some unknown customer of hers. While for the first few years of his life, he was taken care of by his mother who meant well but had the maternal instincts of a radroach, he was eventually given to one of the local chem dealers of Heaven's Marketplace as a way to settle her ever-increasing debts, as well as relieve an ultimately unwanted burden from her.

The man who had effectively adopted him wasn't much better, being a mid-level dealer who had no interest in a brat of his own. Still, he resigned himself to taking care of the boy, whom he named Tracy. Which meant educating him on the chem trade when he grew older. Math involved profit margins, while English meant reading warning labels and mixing instructions, while Chemistry was the most fun. That was when he got treats in the form of Jet, cigarettes, and beer. And while it was clear from the start that young Tracy wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he had a knack for chemistry.

He used that knack to split away from his foster father not long before the man was killed on the streets by a desperate repeat customer, and started his own business, one that had just begun to flourish. And it would have been truly successful if it hadn't been for the competition: A mangy little ***** named Sweet Sue and her own personal crew of enforcers, cooks, and dealers. What little turf he had, he was being muscled out of by Sweet Sue, to the point that he had to hire an outsider to solve his problem: A female Ghoul carrying a big machine gun.

And she did the job too, Sweet Sue and her crew all lay dead in their chem lab, some of them in mangled, bloody chunks. But when the outsider returned to take her pay, she turned on him the moment the caps were handed over. She put a single bullet in his head, but before she could plug another round into his skull, his own crew proved to be far more pressing. He woke up half-an-hour later with a bullet in his brain, his entire operation destroyed, and the person responsible gone.

It took him months to fully recover, patching himself up and liberally self-medicating, but he was never truly the same again. He began to see Super Mutants and Ghouls as disgusting things, less than the mud and shit he had to step on in The Neon, and he wanted payback on that Ghoul *****. Only he had no idea where she went, and the Wastes were huge.

It took him the better part of eight years to finally find her trail and stick to it. He asked everyone he encountered if they saw her, knew where she went. Bartenders, local drunks and junkies, traveling caravans and whores. Then he found a rather gnarly dude who said he was from some Undertaker's Union who seemed to immediately clue in on who he was talking about. The man said to look in the Capital Wasteland, and even handed him some caps for his trouble, which Tracy was more than happy to take off his hands.

His first stop? Rivet City.

WEAPONS: Hailing from The Neon in Michigan, Tracy is armed with a motley assortment of weapons that speak of how he was a big-shot chem cook back home.

-Syringer Rifle modified with a Precision Recon Scope, named "The Good Shit". Loaded with either Pax, Lock-Joint or Bloatfly Larva syringes.

-Rusted Makeshift Machete called "The Point. Does not actually have a pointed end.

-10mm Pistol, crudely painted black and red and modified with a custom comfort grip branded with a bright red Devil, appropriately named "Lil Devil".

ITEMS: Being surprisingly unused to surviving in the roughest parts of the wastes, Tracy travels light with only what he considers the essentials in his bag.

-A Vault-Tec Junior Chemists Science Set, complete with just enough supplies to make one or two batches of various chems.

-10mm Ammunition and his weaponized Syringes.

-Various chems including: 13 inhalers of Jet, 2 syringes of Med-X, 10 tablets of Mentats (6 regular, 2 Berry, 1 Grape, 1 Party Time) , 5 pills of Buffout, 7 doses of Psycho, 2 inhalers of Steady, 2 inhalers of Ultrajet, 1 inhaler of Rocket, 1 syringe of Daddy-O, 3 tablets of Day Tripper, two bottles of Absinthe and one bottle of Tequila.

-Various used-up inhalers, syringes and empty bottles.

-Three packs of hand-rolled cigarettes laced with Daddy-O and a cheap throwaway lighter.

PERKS/TRAITS: Traits:
Fear and Loathing in the Wastes - "If it's a chem you can drink, snort, inject, inhale or even shove up an orifice, you're addicted to it. In fact, you have so many addictions, even your body can't keep them all straight. When affected by any chem, you can avoid any forms of withdrawal you otherwise would suffer from, but when you aren't, you suffer all of them at once."

Make the Wastelands Great Again - "You know what's putting the Wastes in the shitter? Those filthy muties. You despise Super Mutants and Ghouls of all stripes, and they despise you in turn, giving you a permanent Speech penalty in exchange for doing even more damage against them."

Perks:
Handsome Devil - "You've got a bad reputation, but folks are suckers for the 'Bad Boy'. You have obviously negative karma and are disliked by reputation, but you get a bonus to both Speech and Charisma checks, and you might get lucky with the right man or woman."

Too High to Die - "When you're high as a kite, it'd be shame to let it go to waste with an untimely death. When under the effects of any chem, you find it easier to ignore all but truly debilitating wounds."

Idiot Savant - "You know that it's better to be lucky than smart. Your uncanny luck and outside-of-the-box thinking make you the perfect candidate to come up with some ideas or discoveries that no one else could, because they weren't dumb enough to think of it."

S.P.E.C.I.A.L./SKILLS:
Strength: 3
Perception: 5
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 3
Agility: 5
Luck: 8

'Tagged' Skills: Medicine, Speech, Melee Weapons
'Secondary' Skills: Guns, Barter

THE THREE NPCS>>>>>

Name: Morgan Bloom.
Race: Ghoul (Formerly Caucasian)
Age: Pre-war ghoul, but he won't give an exact number.
Apperance: Ghoulified, but very well dressed. (Top hat, monocle, walking cane, the whole shebang)

Weapons: Fighting is for the people he pays to do it for him. Do hired mercs count as a weapon?
Items: A sizable supply of caps, pre-war money, and whatever supplies are valuable at the time.
Transportation: A refurbished and armored limo that runs on microfusion cells, because walking is for peasants.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L. 4, 8, 4, 10, 8, 5, 9.
Tag skills: Barter, Speech, Leadership (Homebrew stat increases the effectiveness of followers)

Traits: Ghoul. Motivated buyer. (Each follower in your party improves prices you get through intimidation)
Perks: Ferocious Loyalty, Fortune Finder, Master Trader.

Bio: An old-money industrialist before the war, Morgan knew the nuclear war was coming and decided that hiding in a vault was not befitting of a man of his stature. Instead he planned to rule the wasteland through financial control. He reinforced his house so he could survive the initial exposure and stockpiled anything that would be valuable.
Flash forward to now.
Even if raiders cannot be bought off, the people who can shoot them can.

Name: Liberty Minor.
Race: Robot.
Age: 2.
Appearance: A miniaturized (Man-sized) Liberty Prime.
Weapons: Scaled-down Liberty Laser, Back mounted mini-nukes.
Other items: None at the moment.

Bio: After the destruction of the original LP, the Brotherhood decided rebuilding it would be too much trouble, and instead decided to copy its software into a scaled down prototype for mass production. During testing however, it ran off in search of "Communists".

NAME: Isaac Black

AGE: Indeterminate adult age

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human, but...

APPEARANCE: Isaac is a Caucasian dark-haired male with deep-brown eyes, minor scarring due to some of his...interesting times. Nothing that marrs his good looks, overall. The hair is short and generally smoothed back. His physique is that of a soldier, tried-and-true in most times of action. His body is...a little odd right now, which he is lately finding out since...he has been recently brought back to life in a weird radioactive coffin. Until he finds something decent, his clothes are scavenged from whatever dumbass attempts to kill him, which will be VERY hard to do.

PERSONALITY: On the surface, Isaac Black is a decent man, dedicated family man, and a decent trader. Below the surface...he is STILL a decent man, but one who has first come from a secret organization that ISN'T so decent and second had dealings in the dark to deal with that because of the way that he is. Isaac is a man of careful precision combined with a reasonable amount of guts to do what must be done and risk his life for the sake of others. He has done so already on a number of occasions. He is also a caring individual who will not be wasting his newfound life.

FAVORED WEAPONS: Unknown

FAVORED ITEMS: Unknown

BIO: FalloutIsaac...

The sooner you get your head around that, the better. He was once a member of the Fallout Sector within the Enclave. That is his true origin. Mentor to FalloutJack, he is skilled in many fields and forms of attack. It was, however, his act against the Enclave - the theft of the weapon that would prove they were back - that began the terrible story for one Lucy Black, his daughter. Isaac was out to stop them from nflicting hell upon the wastes. He knew that Number One and the weapons development vault would spring them back into power. He tried to get the local powers of the Capital Wasteland and everywhere else the proof, so they could be put to rest for good, but he was too late. They found out, they followed him, they killed him, and they only allowed Lucy to go so that she could do their work on some capacity. Lucy was left alone in the world. The Brotherhood of Steel recovered the body, kept it safe, and used an opportunity to trick some strange ghouls into enacting their radioactive rite on him instead of Frank Rose. Now, Isaac is back...

[HEADING=2]How Did It All Come To This?[/HEADING]​

It all started when there was a sudden break-in at GNR by several vertibirds. Three guesses who was behind it. A number of black armored troops led by a particularly-strong Tesla Soldier of the Enclave stormed into GNR in the middle of a Three Dog broadcast, where he forced the man to get off to make his own broadcast. The soldier identified himself as FalloutGreg and that a new regime in the Enclave had passed, one that wanted people in the public to be a part of it. This was to be their one and only transmission on an open frequency and the apparent member of the 'Fallout Sector' left soon after delivering his message...having gone through a load of Brotherhood of Steel Paladins to do it. The Enclave appeared to be up to something, publically up to something, and not fearing the retribution. You could see their vehicles moving openly sometimes, and while there is no official word on their combat maneuvers, they've been dropping these "ENCLAVE WANTS YOU" posters all over the place, urging people to join up. You can guess what open opposition meant, and ever worse what wearing any BoS material made you. And that isn't all. There's something funny going on with some of the super mutants, AND the ghouls. Hell, there's even some question of trouble with some of the Nuka Cola. But enough about my schtick. Tell me something.

[HEADING=2]WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT...NOW?[/HEADING]
 

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EDITOR'S REPORT -

Since last interview, Abe has resolved to set out for the nearest sign of human settlement, after complaining of "Abe's ol' poor leg givin' me the jip again." Although he currently is lacking enough bottle caps for a Follower-certified full treatment and redressing, he hopes to, in his words, "find me some uh dem magic pills that make it feel no heavier'n the Rocky Mountain breeze."
It's entirely possible that he means painkillers, it is unknown whether Abe, like many other inhabitants of the wasteland, has a taste for Great Khan 'chems'; but given his apparent reliance on his 'Special Reserve' liquor, this reporter believes that it's more than likely.

-UPDATE- Apparently unable to bear any sort of load, Abe has tasked me with ferrying an apple crate of bottled moonshine (I have not seen the still, as is Abe's tradition, it's no doubt already in parts and buried, but the batch is most likely a recent one) along with him, likely in the interest of trading; although if reports are anything to go by Abe is historically untroubled by the concept of wealth. In addition, the identity or even the description of the individual that carried the 'shine to his current (no doubt temporary) residence is unknown; Abe continues to evade questioning, although 'evade' is an odd word to use, considering his wandering tongue.

Although this reporter is unused to a role as a pack animal, his journalistic integrity will hold fast in the interest of documenting such an...interesting...specimen of post-war civilisation.
 

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The metro tunnel was dark. Extremely so. Most had an occasional working light or a caved in ceiling that allowed sunlight in. But not this one. Radraoches could be heard scurrying about and there was an incessant dripping that was hoepfully water and not something worse. Silent as a whisper Fishspear crept through the darkness, quite a feat considering the pack on his back. He always made sure everything was secure to minimise rattling. He looked around, peering into the darkness ahead. His eyes were accustomed to the dark and could pick out surprising detail. This metro looked a lot like every other one, disused and ruined. A railcar was wrecked ahead, collapsing the tunnel. Another dead end.

What a waste of time this had been. This tunnel didn't appear to be connected to any others and he couldn't find any exists bar the one he'd used to get in. Even better, it had been picked clean. Not a single peice of food and no hats. At least there weren't any ghouls down here either. Fishspear sighed and made his way back to the surface, taking significantly less caution seeing as how he'd scouted every square inch of this place.

He left through the metro entrance gates, taking care to make as little sound as possible. The sun was high in the sky, it was around midday. D.C. was much the same as it always was, broken and eerie. But it was home. Footsteps. Fishspear ducked down and pressed himself against a wall, listening. No doubt about it, something was walking around up there. It didn't seem to be moving very fast whatever it was. He couldn't quite place the sound though. It was familiar but...it was too light to be a super mutant, there wasn't any growling which meant it wasn't a feral ghoul, it didn't sound like a quadruped...Fishspear removed his .223 pistol from it's holster and waited, praying that whatever it was would walk the other way...
 

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Somewhere in the wastes of Virginia, a little ways east from the Kentucky border, Marlon van Graff was halfway through a bottle of whisky in a little town's drinking hole.

It was a nowhere little town, the sort you see all over the place in the wastes. The kind with more buildings than people, just another pitstop along the road. For now though, he'd set himself up in an abandoned garage while combing the surrounding area for good finds to bring back home, or potential future customers. He'd had to drive off a few pests, but the locals had stopped trying to poke around after a live demonstration of Lasers vs. Some-Chump-Trying-To-Pick-The-Locks-On-The-Car. He grinned at the recollection. It'd been good publicity and some entertainment all at once.

Either way, the garage and car were locked up tighter than a paladin's asshole and none of the other locals had been daft enough to try and get in a second time. Hard to say for sure how long it'd be before he moved on again though and had to find a new temporary base of operations. So far there'd been pretty slim pickings around these parts, though from what he'd heard, there was a lot of old tech out east, but on the other hand, plenty of the Brotherhood's goons as well...

...But that was a problem for tomorrow. Right now, he had whisky and music from a jukebox. That was good enough for today.
 

Time Travelling Toaster

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She was small, that was how she hid from the black metal men. They came in the night as her cousins wandered around their base. They hate us all! she thought to herself, pulling a hole in the closest pile of rubble and dragging herself inside.

It had been days since the voom of the metal men's guns had stopped but that didn't mean they were gone, until yesterday voices still drifted throughout the compound. She didn't understand what they meant but she listened anyway, hoping they had left someone else alive, but like all of Vikki's hopes, it turned to ash in her hands.

After another day of total silence, Vikki removed the rubble from herself, stretching out her muscles and checking her weapons were still in working order, a habit she'd picked up from her cousins in the past few months, after finding both items in working order she set about searching for her cousins, hoping to at least say sorry and farewell to them before leaving. But nothing remained bar green goo lying in strange piles in one corner of the compound. Weeping blood, Vikki wished them a peaceful rest and turned her back on the compound, amazed that her bike was still in one working piece.

With one final look at her home, she kicked the bike into life and gunned her way towards the roads, she'd always heard that the museum in this town was a ghoul refugee, something called the Underworld, hopefully it was still safe there.
 

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-EDITOR'S REPORT- Our first encounter since setting out!

By using surviving local landmarks and roadsigns, this reporter places our trail along pre-war Interstate 95, heading north, although the identity of the area from which we set out is currently unknown.

The clink of Abe's 'Shine in the crate rings up with each heavy trudge, and doctors our pace maddeningly; somehow Abe has, up until now at least, maintained a cheerful disposition, commenting in a rambling tongue on the odd roadside jetsam as if he remembers more than any man could possibly forget. As if.

However, his lame leg saw to anything but a forced march, and, after much cajoling, we took our rest at an empty truckstop.

Although water is scarce, I continue to politely refuse to drink the 'Shine, although Abe continues to preach its virtues, "good fer th' humours, great fer the hands, y'can have one on ol' Abe, he don't mind none."; another thing of note is that Abe doesn't drink the stuff himself, only from his flask, which never seems to run dry.
Could it be possible that Abe's secretive supply of 'Special Liquor' is more widespread than reports show? This reporter deems the idea of anything remaining hidden unlikely, but will continue to investigate.

At late afternoon, judging by the sun hanging low, lazy and red, as if the atomic fire had never come; Abe suddenly became excited upon sighting a dust cloud to the south, following our tracks north on I-95, and hobbled out into the middle of the highway, rambling loudly about 'tubes'.

The vehicle passed at pre-war illegal speeds, and the cloud enveloped the hunched figure out on the highway; clearing to reveal a felled Abe, wide-eyed lying next to his thrown crutch, "A motorcycle! Vincent Black Lightnin' 1952! A motorcycle! TUBES! oh what a man couldn't do wi' so many TUBES!" I helped him up and his excitement turned to silence and resignment almost immediately; he hobbled back to the truckstop, slumped against the door and continues to stare into space, periodically drinking from his flask.

The motorcycle had missed him by a hair; it seems Abe hasn't much of a sense of self-preservation.
 

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The door looked rotten and so did the rest of the building, still this was where he was supposed to go. Brandon checked the lock to see a very good lock if a bit rusty, He smiled they would need more then that to keep him out. He made his tool appear and he shoved it into the lock, after a few seconds a soft sound could be heard as the door unlocked. He stood up and opened the door with his left hand he held his pistol in his right hand. The interior looked even worse then he had excepted, the room he entered was quite big and he saw all kinds of rotten wooden things. They had lost their shape so it was hard to tell what they had once been. Brandon heard an cracking noise he pointed at it with his gun, to see an confused looking raider looking at him. The raider acted quick as he charged at Brandon with the knife that he had been holding. Brandon didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger, the bullet ripped right through the raiders skull leaving an big hole in its head. Brandon was silent for a few moments too listen for any other activity, but after about 10 seconds he decided that this was the only raider that was here. He didn't have anything valuable on him and the knife looked ready to snap if it was used one more time. Brandon closed the door behind him as he walked deeper into the now presumed deserted house.

He walked upstairs to look around for any sign of live, before he would search for the clue that was hidden in the house. As he passed one of the smaller rooms he heard an war cry, and someone charged at him holding a knife. He grabbed the arm of the person that was attacking him, and he dropped his gun to block the mans punch with his other hand. He was forced back towards the ledge he was only 1 step away from falling down. The man looked like your average crazy drug user, the problem was he had just used psycho and Brandon was feeling how much stronger that made him. But it also made him crazed and lose his mind. Brandon hit the man with his knee in his gut and he felt him weaken for a moment. He quickly released the hand holding the mans fist, as he placed it on his back pulling him forward. The man was pulled forward and Brandon quickly side stepped out of his way, he shoved the man with his 2 hands and the man fell over the ledge. A loud scream could be heard followed by an sickening creaking noise. Brandon looked down to see that the man had split his head open on the ground below, he looked very dead. Brandon searched the rest of the house to find nothing of value and no other living people or animals.

But when he opened the final door he found an computer. He quickly grabbed a nearby chair as he tried to look what was inside the computer, it was locked but the lock proved to be no match for Brandon?s hacking skills. There was only 1 file on the computer it was an audio file. He hoped that it was the clue he had been looking for he opened the file. He heard an strange song that he didn?t recognize. That was all that was in the audio file, Brandon was unhappy to find nothing else but he still downloaded it into his device. After that was done he deleted the audio file and he left the home, spotting 40 caps that he had missed earlier, he grabbed them from the table. Must have been stolen from a couple of travelers. He walked outside to see a town in the distance. He decided that he would go there to try and find out what the song really meant. Brandon holstered his pistol which he had picked up after the fight, and he began to walk the town. The town wasn't that far he would probably reach it in 20 minutes tops. Brandon missed the 2 red eyes looking at him from inside the building. Seems like I finally found you Brandon.
 

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Michael had awoken from another one of his blackouts; the doctor in the last town he had visited had told him that they happened when there was too much stress on his fragile mind. They happened so frequently during his travels in the wasteland he had gotten used to it. The remains of raiders littered the ground around him, he must of been fighting them we he blacked out. He searched them for anything useful: some ammo, a few stimpacks and bobby pins.

He got back onto his brahmin and resumed his journey at the usual pace. He thought that the best way to find the Brotherhood of Steel was to go from town to town asking the locals if they had seen anything. However the only information he got was about the damned Enclave. How they were recruiting member from the public and acting more openly, attacking raiders, super-mutants and ghouls. To tell the truth it brought some peace to the wastes, but that wasn't the half of it-they had been attacking non-feral ghouls as well. He made a mental note to check on the ghoul city Underworld if his travels brought him near it.

Any good citizen of the wastes, well any not-so-bad citizen of the wastes knew that the Enclave was against anyone who wasn't pure bred human, but they were offering a good deal, food, shelter and some armour for a lifetime of service. The Brotherhood of Steel had offered the same things, to anyone who was sane, but a lot of people he encountered thought that they were jerks only interested in fighting the Enclave. It was hard to say otherwise really, he hadn't seen a fellow brother since his accident, he would have to tell them that they needed to place more patrols around the more exposed settlements.

He pressed his brahmin on, he hadn?t thought of a name for it yet. Maybe with his memories his imagination had also left him, he felt guilty though, everything deserved a name. He only knew his because the dogs tags that were on his neck told him, without them he would be as nameless as his brahmin. He looked around him to try and conjure some inspiration, but nothing. Then a thought came to him, I know what your name's gonna be, it?s gonna be Brahmin.
 

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The man lay face down in the middle of the road, tattered clothing stained red by blood. One arm outstretched, almost grasping a pistol, the other had been blown off at the elbow and lay several feet away, blood trailing from the former limb to the stump.

William stopped the motorcycle, dismounted and drew his blade. He gripped it tightly, the familiar feeling of the handle comforted him. He surveyed the scene and his mind came up with one answer: 'Ambush' This man was all alone, shot dead in the middle of nowhere. He had tried to go for his weapon, so he knew his assailants intention immediately. The blood, it came from the stump, but the stain went over half the width of the road. The body had been dragged into clear view so nobody would miss it.

William tensed, crouching behind a ruined car. He edged round the car until he could see the body from a different angle. The man's face was ruined, giving him the appearance of a ghoul. His body was draped over something, a large metal disc, a fragmentation mine. This poor soul had been claimed by the wasteland, yet his corpse was a trap ready to claim another.

William sheathed his blade and drew his pistol, making sure it was loaded. He backed off, making certain the blast would not reach him, then fired.

The mine exploded, ravaging the corpse and flinging it up into the air. William sighed with relief, then felt something press against the back of his head.

"Drop your gun and put 'em up!" William had no choice but to comply, "Ok, now turn around, I want you to look at me when I kill you."

"This really isn't necessary, it's a waste of a bullet." William tried to sound calm and collected, his dignified tone might put the raider on the back foot.

"Not wasting my bullet, I'll waste you with yours! Now back up, slowly does it." Said the raider, who began to crouch and reach for William's pistol.

William stepped forward and looked at the raider with his coldest glare, "I bet your gun isn't even loaded. Otherwise you would have just shot me." The raider took two steps back and gulped. William drew his sword, "Now drop your gear and run away or I'll hack you limb from bloody limb." he spoke in a quiet, threatening tone. The raider immediately dropped his gun as if it was a radscorpion, then let his pack fall from his shoulders. The raiders next words came out in a torrent.

"This is all I have, I'm telling the truth! Please don't hurt me....." he wailed.

"You heard me, run away and don't come back." whispered William. The raider turned tail and fled.

William smiled, as he took the raiders ill-gotten gains and returned to his motorcycle.
 

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THE MECHANIST'S LOG #283.
Canterbury Commons has been quiet, too quiet. Little of note has happened here since the defeat of the AntAgonist some years back. Together with my faithful Protectrons I have vigilantly guarded the town from any whom would dare bring CHAOS to our peaceful home.

Daily we patrol the outskirts of our fair town to keep both the innocent citizens and travellers safe from the vile raiders that plague these lands. Yet there have been no sightings of these nefarious criminals for several days now. It is likely that I have finally been able to put the fear of justice into the hearts of the scum and lowlife, but I must remain ever watchful.

An alternative theory however must be mentioned, a week or so ago Three Dog's broadcast was interrupted by the Enclave. Whilst the journalistic integrity of Three Dog is very much in doubt, he has made little mention of my continued efforts to secure the wasteland, I am duty-bound to remain open to any and all sources of information that could aid me in my fight against evil.

The decline in raider activity after this message may have been more than merely coincidental as another clue presents itself. Whilst doing maintenance work on my Robobrain I found a curious note stuck in his propulsion systems, an Enclave trooper in power armour and the words "The Enclave wants you".

In order to ensure that the peace and prosperity I've brought to Canterbury Commons and the rest of the wasteland persists I feel I have little choice but to investigate further. I have determined that GNR, where Three Dog resides, shall be the first thread of this web of mystery to be unravelled.

Web... Spiders... Insects... Ants... Could it be? Could she have returned? I must depart at ONCE!

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The Mechanist kept a keen eye on his surroundings as his Mech-Mobile sped through the wasteland at a speed that would make a crippled Brahmin nervous. Having left his Protectrons and Robobrain behind in Canterbury Commons to protect the town in his absence he had only a single Mr. Gutsy strapped into his back-seat in addition to his trustworthy laser pistol.

The ruins of Washington DC loomed ever closer and the Mechanist gripped his steering wheel tighter. What amazing adventures, precarious perils and vile villains would be lying in wait for him on the road ahead?
 

lacktheknack

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The flies were back.

*****-Breath growled angrily as they spewed that awful stuff on Master. Just because Master was dead doesn't mean they can do this to his corpse! *****-Breath waited for one of the bloated flies to come closer to Master, and then he sprang. His powerful jaws sank deeply into the fly, killing it nigh-instantly. The other flies fled a short distance, clearly waiting for the dog to sleep.

*****-breath devoured the dead fly hungrily. His master had done that as well, but he had always used a weird bag of liquid afterwards. "Cleans Rads", Master had said. *****-Breath had never used it.

They ran out of the liquid three weeks ago.

Just over two weeks later, Master was dead.

*****-Breath looked at the partly eaten, bloated corpse of master, and knew he couldn't stay anymore. He had to go. His pack was light, and Master had stuffed things into it with no command before he had died. Maybe he was supposed to deliver it? Maybe he was supposed to find a new Master?

With great difficulty, *****-Breath turned and padded slowly away from his post of the last four days. He wasn't *****-Breath any more, now he was just a dog. A dog with no master. A dog with no direction. A dog that, hopefully, no one would shoot at.
 

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Brandon walked along the road he had found . It was old and dusty still it was better then the wilds where he would encounter god knows what. He had luck with animals they liked him for some reason, still he didn't want to try his luck with an death claw again. The last time had been horrible that thing just didn't want to stay down. He kept walking as he saw an dog walking along the road, the dog looked to be unhurt and sad.

He was surprised and confused he saw no people nearby, he figured that he might as well try to interact with it. Maybe it was lost? He could help him find his owner if he was lost. Brandon grabbed a small piece of meat out of his bag as he called out to the dog. He slowly moved closer making clear he intended no harm and he offered him the piece of meat. He was crouching, as he had learned from previous times dog seemed to think people that were crouching were less threatening.
 

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It was a rare sight, nice and humbling.
The murky clouds above DC opened up for a few moments the stars to shine through.
It was nice but not important.
Small flames licked across Sully's tired face as he dragged his eyes down to the new and thriving land beneath him. Spotted lights appeared in the huge cradle of ruins beneath his camp on the side of mount Rainier. The dregs of the city named Washington spluttered in and out of life before him. Although he'd never admit it, he was excited. Excited to move excited to fight, excited to eat something other than the bloatflies he'd found a day ago. More importantly it was something new. As tired as old legs came to be in the wastes there needed to be a damn good reason to keep Sully from moving. Those reasons included guns, death claws, repurposed bear traps, mine fields and a litany of other insane scenarios one expects from a world that was gone mad. Far more concerning was the fact that his already staggering list had recently recruited a new enthusiastic addition... The Voices. He could never quite hear them, not that he expected to like what he heard if ever he managed to listen, instead they seemed to wait along his peripherals leaping in with hidden intentions at the oddest times. A recent example was the large shaped rock on the other side of the peak. He would usually never concerned himself with history and less still with the found less patriotism that seemed to ooze from some of the people he'd ran into in the west once but something about the plaque attached to the stone had him riveted. Approaching cautiously he peered at the aging bronze from over the hand rail that surrounded it, 'This plaque-
'Was! ...its the! tur-' the words became mixed in his head as the tiny chorus added a new verse to its latest song, from its latest holodisc, to the already seam-busting repertoire that was Sully's subconscious.
Shaken by the memory Sully looked back at the dying embers in the small camp fire beside him. 'Best not to dwell' he muttered aloud to no-one at all and with one final look at the curiously lively ruins below him he kicked the fire out and went to sleep
 

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The Dog No-Longer-Named-*****-Breath plodded for a few hours, meeting nothing and seeing just as much. Just desert.

As he was about to lay down for a bit, he saw a figure not too far off. The dog's ears perked up, then went down again. The figure had the armor. The dog didn't know what the armor meant, but Master had always avoided people wearing it. "Goddamned faction wars", whatever he meant by that. The dog knew that "Goddamned meant anger and disgust, and that "war" meant fighting of some kind, but faction? He assumed "faction" meant "armor", so master must have been disgusted with the fighting of the armored ones.

He was mentally rambling. He instinctually knew that dogs aren't supposed to do that.

The dog knew one thing very clearly, he wasn't about to turn around. Maybe he could walk by the armored figure and it wouldn't do anything.

Putting his head down, he turned course to avoid the figure, planning to follow the road after circling around, but then the man in armor called.

"Hey! Dog!"

The dog looked directly at him. He was crouching, and holding something. A smell of fresh meat wafted by. The dog decided to risk it, and walked slowly towards the man.

He stayed crouching, a sign of non-aggression. When the dog was close enough to see the man's face, he liked him instantly. He wasn't sure why, but he did.

When the dog came within arms reach, he grabbed the meat and bounced back, waiting for the man to respond.
 

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MWWAAAARRRR!

The walrus cried out in frustration. Having lost his previous companions only a few days before due to a raider strike, the endless barren of the wastes was starting to get to him again. He had no food and had been resorting to eating sand and dirt just to stave off the hunger.
There must be some village somewhere, maybe even a travelling trader perhaps? Anything besides this nothingness. He felt a sudden jolt as the platform he sat on started to shake. He reached forward and slowly stroked Udders on one of the heads. His gruff, slurred voice sounded out.
"Easy girl, I know it's been a long time, but we'll find someplace to stay." The brahmin started to calm again, coming to a stop. The walrus slowly slid off his companion, landing with a flop. He gave a loud sniff, surveying the ground for anything. A few meters away he saw a small puddle. Not much, but maybe enough to quench Udders thirst.
Slowly leading the brahmin to the puddle, the brahmin reached forward and started lapping at the water. While she seemed content at the moment, Crawver knew it wouldn't last long.
"I envy you sometimes Udders. I sometimes wish I could have the burden of knowledge lifted from my shoulders. You probably think I'll find something to eat any second now." One of the heads looked up and stared into the doctors eyes, while the other continued to lap up the water. She almost seemed to smile, as if to say 'don't give up'. Crawver knew that she couldn't understand what he was saying, but couldn't help but reply.
"I wish I had your optimism." The cow just gave him a soft moo as he turned around to look at the horizon as the sun was rising. He withdrew the gold pendant from his labcoat and let it lay flat on his flipper.
"Something as beautiful as you doesn't belong in a world as damaged as this. Why do I feel compelled to hold onto you? What secrets do you hold?" The pendant remained silent and motionless.

The walrus quickly stuffed it back into his coat pocket, huffing lightly. His ears picked up as he heard an unusual noise, as if something was beating the air with a bat repeatedly. He turned around, looking up to see a strange black machine flying overhead. He gave out a call, but it went unanswered as the thing just kept flying onwards.
"Well, looks like my luck might be improving after all." He turned back to his Brahmin, climbing back up on top of the custom built platform on Udders. He gave her side a light slap.
"Come on girl, forwards. Wherever that thing is going, there must be people. With luck we might make it before nightfall." Both Udders heads moo'd as she started to plod forwards.

"Might even find a home this time."
 

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Brandon was crouching and the dog slowly walked closer. Brandon made sure not to move to avoid scaring the dog. The dog was quite close now and he looked up at Brandon, he then licked Brandon's face. Brandon was surprised and the dog grabbed the meat and jumped back, it looked like he was waiting for an response. Brandon smiled brightly as he slowly did a step forward towards the dog which name he didn't know. Brandon as slowly extended his hand he then began petting the dog behind his ear. Something which most dogs seemed to like for some reason, he hoped that this dog also liked this. This dog was different he just felt it something about the dog just made him feel strange. A gust of wind made a note fall out of the bag of the unamed dog. Brandon picked it up.

Dear whoever finds this dog:

I'm dying of radiation exposure. Please take care of my baby. He's brilliant and will be able to help you out immeasurably. Take the water and food as a dowry of sor


The note stopped there, whoever wote this must have cared for the dog deeply that he used his last moments alive to write this. Brandon looked at the dog, he then began petting the dog with 2 hands. "So you are all alone just like me... Well If you want I can take care of you." Brandon was smiling brightly, the last 10 years had been lonely. Even if he preferred to be alone there was nothing wrong with some company. He smiled at the dog hoping he would agree to travel together. He somehow knew that the dog understood what he said.
 

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"...you...alone...me...take care...you"

The dog quickly ran through his internal dictionary. Was this man offering to be a new Master? The dog could overlook the armor, if it meant there was someone to be with.

The dog barked happily and jumped to lick the man's face again.
 

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Somewhere in what had once been eastern Kentucky, Tom Nevets sat down and took a drink of water. He had left Lexington a few weeks ago and had been traveling southeast since. He had stumbled upon several small towns on his way, many of them deserted. This was one of those deserted towns, its existence made redundant by the larger town to the north. Now all that remained was a bunch of decaying buildings.

For the last few days, Tom had been searching those buildings to no avail. He had found a handful of caps and ammo, but beyond that the town was empty. Tomorrow, he and Bucky would have to move on. He briefly considered going towards Charleston, but decided he would find civilization faster if he went south into Virginia. His goal set, Tom put the cap back on is canteen, stowed it in his backpack, and went to hunt down his dinner.
 

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Brandon question was answered by an happily barking dog that licked his face. Brandon laughed as he began to pet the dog, Brandon was very happy that the dog seemed to like his idea. Brandon grabbed some more meat as he also offered that to the dog. "You must be hungry here eat up." He then realized he didn't know his name. "So what is your name?" Brandon asked the dog curious to what he was named. Brandon wanted to see if this dog was really this smart. He drew BRANDON in the sand looking back at the dog. "My name is Brandon now you." He smiled. The 10 years seemed to have had some effect on Brandon, as he failed to understand that most dogs can't read.
 

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-EDITOR'S REPORT-

Abe is excited yet again, as I write, he is recounting another sighting (it has been 3 days since the incident with the motorcycle). It appears that Abe, despite the physical toll of our march along the shattered I-95, managed to to leave the truckstop without my noticing; he seems to have refilled his flask, I have no doubts as to why he left, and I haven't left it outside of reasoning that Abe is secretive, perhaps protective of his Reserve.

He's currently stretching out his arms in either direction, rambling and tripping over words, abandoning sentences and words mid-syllable, as is to be expected; but he has already a few times returned to the phrase, "This big, only bigger, n' then bigger 'n that! Most humungorous [sic] Catfish I ever did see! an' a steer! ridin' a steer!"

Later:

Abe has calmed down, and presently sleeps fitfully, his mind no doubt poking and groping at his sensory centres; Abe has decided that his leg is, to quote directly, "lighter now, but that's what happen, it gets light, then it gets heavy, then it gets light again, but then it gets awful, pow'rful heavy."
 

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"You... hungry... eat..." said the new Master, giving the dog more meat. The dog ate it hungrily.

"...your name?"

The dog cocked his head, confused. The word "name" seemed very familiar, somehow. Very long ago, Old Master had used it when he started referring to the dog as "*****-Breath".

Ergo, "name" = "*****-Breath".

If only he could say it!

The man suddenly bent over and began drawing lines in the sand. They came together to make something that looked like the things Old Master wrote on papers. "BRANDON". The dog had no idea what that sounded like.

"My name... Brandon... you."

Master must have been known by others as... "Brandon". Maybe that's what the sand symbols said.

Brandon was looking at him expectantly. The dog sat, confused. He had no idea what Brandon expected of him next. Realizing this, he lowered his head, somewhat shamed.

<spoiler=OOC>Sorry for the gap there, my interwebz died.
 

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The dog lowered his head it seemed to understand him and seemed to be ashamed? Brandon smiled as he petted the dog. "How about I learn you how to write?" He looked at the dog. It then hit him how dumb he was acting. He quickly shacked his head trying to forget that he had just tried to ask an dog for his name. And tell it that he would learn it how to write, he looked at the dog. "How about I call you Rex from now on?" Brandon smiled as he was petting his new companion. He wondered how he had been called before though. Still Rex seemed like an good name for an dog.
 

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The man gently ran his fingers through the dog's fur, wicking away the shame the dog felt at misunderstanding a command. He looked up and panted happily.

"...I... you...?"

What?

The man suddenly shook his head and looked rather displeased... not with the dog, though. The dog cocked his head again, well and truly befuddled.

"...I... you Rex... now...?"

You... Rex?

Was the master giving him a new name?

The dog rather liked it.

The dog - no, REX - looked up at the man and barked happily.
 

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Brandon saw that Rex seemed to like his new name. He smiled as he petted the dog again, he now looked at the bags that the dog was carrying. he began grabbing the things out of his bag, he was happy to see the food and water. He looked at them all then put them bag in the bag. "Well I think it it about time for dinner." Brandon had seen an empty trailer a few meters back he signaled Rex to follow him, as he stood up and began walking to the trailer.

2 broken chairs where inside the trailer he grabbed them both and broke them apart. Laying the wood outside carefully he made an fire, and he sat down by the fire. He smiled as he pointed next to him. He grabbed a can of beans and a few pieces of meat and hang them above the fire. He looked if Rex had joined him, he had grown really very of the dog in the short time that he knew him.
 

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Barry sprinted toward a massive insectoid creature. Its gaping maw tried to pull him in, but he jumped and drove both legs into the lovecraftian horror's head crushing it in. Green blood went everywhere and soaked his boots. "WHILE YOU HAVE DESTROYED SEVERAL OF MY CREATURES YOU CAN NEVER HOPE TO STOP ME! FIRST NORFOLK THEN THE WORLD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAH! THE ROACH KING SHALL BE THE RULER OF ALL!!!"
The filthy mad scientist screamed as he shot his laser cannon at Barry. The Flash ducked behind a barrel sheltering himself from the Roach King.
"Give it up now Roach King. Turn over a new leaf and I will pretend like this never happened?" Barry said Honestly.
"NEVER!" The man shouted back. The Flash jumped through the air dodging the lasers and drove his fist into the deranged scientist who fell to the ground unconsious.
(What really happened: Flash stepped on a Radroach and decapitated a raider, who happened to have a mostly broken laser pistol, with his bladed gauntlet.)
Flash continued steadily down the road at a jogging pace. Before seeing a man mugging another in an alley way. "Stop Evil doer!" he said triumphantly. The man looked at him confused then pointed his switchblade at him. "If thats how it is going to be!" Barry shouted thinking the man shouted "NO!" The man stood there swingly wildly completely shocked by what he was seeing. Flash crammed his blade into the man's heart. He then fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. The man who on the recieving end of the mugging sprinted away in fear. Flash saw something hanging out of the corpse's pocket. He pulled it out and unfolded it. "THE ENCLAVE WANTS YOU" was scrawled across it in large lettering. "Is this some kind of new superhero group? Well while they could have picked a better name I have been getting pretty lonely. But where do I sign up?" He said to himself examining it. "I'll have to tell them about this oversight when I join up. So...that leaves only one question. Which way to run?" He stepped out of the alley and took a moment to look in every direction. He noticed that the north had the smallest amount of debris. He then took off sprinting north hoping to find some companionship. But knowing his luck he will probably be killed by a meteor strike by then.
 

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"C'mon ya piece of shit..." Dudley cursed under his breath, attempting to kick start his bike after a few hours of drinking and visiting his favorite girl in the DC area (the Ninth Circle to be exact). His bike chugged and sputtered, almost refusing to start at all, forcing him to sigh and plant himself on the hard concrete. As much hassle as it gave him at times, he sure as shit didn't think he'd be better off without it.

After awhile of tinkering with different parts and making sure everything was in as good a shape he could manage...he realized that the damn battery was low. "************..." he cursed, before running back down and asking his favorite gal Tulip if she could float him one. After that, he plugged in the Microfusion Cell, started up his bike, and went on his way.

Awhile down the road, he started seeing "The Enclave wants YOU!" signs all over the place. "Huh...I heard of those guys..."
 

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Sitting astride his motorcycle, William examined his new possessions, 'Junk, junk, junk, scrap, worthless, broken, junk, junk, sentimental token.' Thought William, his hand going to the lucky dice in his pocket, that one he'd found in a derelict ruin. Everything else in the building was charred and ruined, but underneath a ruined table there was a single dice, perfect and undamaged.

He looked over at the mangled corpse on the road, bullet wounds and a point blank mine detonation had done nothing for his appearance. Yet not long ago he had been a living, breathing person and the token had meant something to him. Perhaps as some sort of kindness or last respect, William tossed the token to the corpse, where it bounced off what remained of the torso and settled itself in a pool of blood. William went back to searching the raiders pack.
 

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The Mechanist stood atop a large pile of rubble, his Mech-mobile parked some distance behind him inside a house with a convenient hole in it's wall. He'd be walking from here on out, too many collapsed buildings and other obstacles for his Mech-mobile. Looking at the Mr. Gutsy floating next to him he wondered if he could upgrade his ride to fly, to rain death from above on the enemies of justice and freedom.

But for now that would have to wait, something was afoot in the wastelands. Something big. He'd seen strange flying contraptions on the horizon as he travelled south to Washington D.C.; More signs that strange things were happening. Luckily the wasteland had it's silent guardian, it's loyal protector, to ensure that whatever was going on would be put back to rights.

And now he stood on the edge of this once great city, this beacon of democracy. He briefly adjusted his helmet and pulled his laser pistol as he descended into the maze of broken concrete that lay before him. His Mr. Gutsy companion floating behind him, the brave robot ready to lay down it's life at a moments notice to defend the innocent. Such were the virtues of man's greatest invention and defender, robots.
 

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"Almost there now girl."

Having lost sight of the flying metal thing hours ago, Dr Crawver was beginning to lose faith in his journey again. Why did he have to roll onto that young girl? She wasn't even that badly hurt...just a few broken bones, nothing he couldn't fix. Still, it was enough to get the townsfolk to get their pitchforks and chase him out. No-where ever seemed to want him, even with the benefits that a skilled doctor would bring. Even his last human companions were nervous around him, worried that he'd eat their skin or some such nonsense. Only Udders seemed to be happy to have him around.

Still, things were starting to look up for the moment. Well, sort of. He had heard the occasional gunshots in the distance. While he had no intention of getting caught in any firefight, it did at least mean there were people somewhere.

He had passed a few old world signs, saying that a place called 'D.C' was up ahead. The name rang a bell to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. That or he didn't want to remember. He couldn't be sure, given how the name gave him a really...empty feeling. Regardless, hunger trumps all else, and he needed food soon.

Hours passed, and the sky started to darken, but there in the distance he could make out a settlement. No, too big to be a settlement, more like a ruined city. Judging by the distance, it would take him at least another day to make it after they make camp. He decided that wasn't an option.
"Large ruins normally have smaller settlements scattered around. I won't make it to D.C at this rate..."

The walrus squinted his beady eyes. His eyesight was not his strong point, and he cursed his short vision. He turned his head, looking for any blur that might be a settlement or town. Anything that would have food.

To his relief he saw what he searched for. Off to the north-west, what could well be a small town...or a raider hideout. Didn't really matter anymore, the doctor was too hungry now to think with reason, and even if it was a raider hideout, he might be able to be sneaky and steal some food.

Crossing his flipper for luck, he began to steer Udders towards the blur.
 

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In the dark night of the Wasteland the small dying embers of a fire burn lowly. A mostly eaten roasted molerat corpse lies next to a lone sleeping figure. The figure stirs hearing the noise caused by some small animal. Then he wakes abruptly hearing a noise much to large for any normal or semi-normal animal. Gig jumps up quickly and looks around. "Shit" he curses quietly seeing that the creature that had woken him up was a Yaoi Guai. The animal seemed to notice him as it turns in his direction. Gig knows he can't outrun a bear so he quickly draws a flash bang out of his belt and gets ready to toss it. Then out of nowhere a burst of gunfire hit the Yaoi Guai. Two men who appear to be scavengers holding hunting rifles walk towards him. "You alright there?" One of the men asks. "Yes thanks for saving me, but what are you doing here?" Gig asks suspicious of two men. "We heard there was an abandoned vault around here so we decided to find out if there was anything of value in it." The taller of the two replied. "I know where that is but it is still a ways off so feel free to rest here for the night" Gig offered. The men decided there was no reason why he would lie after they saved him and decided to take him up on his offer. After they fell asleep Gig crept over to where they were sleeping pulled out his knife and jammed it in the first mans throat. His gurgling woke the other man up but Gig shot him with his revolver. "Idiots" Gig muttered while pillaging from their corpses. "May as well see if I can find this vault those idiots spoke of" He said to himself as he walked away.
 

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Fishspear waited, listening. The noise got louder. It was getting closer. It'd pass by the wall he was hiding behind any moment now. He aimed his pistol towards where it would be in a moment...

A man sitting on a brahmin came into view. Fishspear relaxed somewhat and lowered his weapon. He didn't look much like a raider and the rarely rode on brahmin. Besides the man was alone. Raiders didn't travel alone.

Normally, Fishspear would be perfectly willing to let random passerbys just wander on past him but unfortunately the man turned his head and saw him. This could get difficult. Fishspear stood up and waved a bit, still holding his pistol but pointing it towards the ground. He just hoped the man wouldn't pull out a gun and shoot him.
 

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"It's not like I'm here to rob you!" Lucy cursed at a trader near Wilhelm's Wharf "Look, if it weren't for me showing up in the nick of time, threatening that raider with my Gauss Rifle, you'd be dead right now!"..."What makes you any better than that raider,huh?" the trader replied. "Ok, first I'm not here to kill you, second I just saved your ass and third I'm just asking for a few of those caravan lunches you've got".

The trader contemplated what Lucy said for a few moments and said "but it's all I've got to eat...". Sighing with frustration, Lucy restrained herself from punching the guy, instead opting to glare at him "You've got 5 meals there, how long do you think it will take before those get a little too spoiled for you too eat? Ya like the taste of radiation in the morning?!...Look, if it weren't for me, a lowlife raider would be snacking on those right now, better me instead of him right? Give me 2 of those meals and I'll be out of your hair."

The trader didn't hesitate this time and thrust two of the caravan meals into my hands, I slipped them into my backpack and told him to stay safe, to which he replied "And just leave me alone ya hear!"

Whatever, at least she had a few meals to keep her going. Peering out as far as she could see, the D.C. Ruins looked oddly inviting. She knew it was plenty dangerous, but dad told her about how she should stick to the outskirts and not head down into the subway station unless she has a death wish. Dad also mentioned there being a few small civilisations to retreat too, like the "The museum of history" home to non-hostile ghouls apparently. Maybe she'll find some small settlements or something. "I need a proper place to sleep for once."

Heading to the beginning of the bridge to D.C. Ruins, Lucy climbed under it and decided to find a small cliff overhang in order to get some rest. In a few hours, she would set out over the bridge and find another place to to temporarily set down. Checking that her Gauss Rifle was armed and in easy reach, she curled up in a corner for shelter and gave her body some much needed rest.
 

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Another morning. Marlon pulled himself up and made himself something vaguely resembling breakfast.

There hadn't been that many good leads in this area. A few supples, a couple of promising candidates for a future workforce and/or customers in the form of a couple of local raider tribes that weren't drugged halfway crazy. And of course the locals too, cos when the raiders beef up their firepower, you need to beef up your protection. Conflicts are good for business.

That said, there wasn't much more to keep him here. Loading his supplies back into the car, Marlon raised the roller door and set off. Pausing only to stock up on basic supplies at the trading post and swerving off course just a tad to crush a radroach for amusement, the grey car headed east, towards where all the action was supposed to be.

"Time to hit the road." Marlon lit a cigerette as he went. "One of these days I gotta get me a radio for this thing.."
 

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The thudding of multiple heavy footsteps above Lucy woke her up. It took a few moments to orient herself as to where exactly the sounds were coming from.

"All clear sir, should we sweep the area?"

Soldiers, Lucy concluded, they were very close judging by their voices.

"Negative, our orders were to patrol along the perimeter and proceed over the bridge. Move out"

Who were these guys? Lucy waited for a few good minutes before gathering up her things,climbed up the slope and poked her head out over the top of the bridge.

Black Armour? What looked like a patrol of heavily armoured soldiers with plasma weapons were walking in the distance. Something about them seemed wrong, they reminded Lucy of the Brotherhood of Steel, but she never remember them having black armour.

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"NO! DADDY! PLEASE WAKE UP!!!"
"I'll KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY DADDY!"

"Do as you see fit with any survivors, soldier. Critical Objectives have already been completed"

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Struggling to catch her breath, Lucy chased the memories from her mind. There can't possibly be a link...

Lucy figured that going over the bridge would be out of the question since she didn't want to tangle with those guys.

Might as well walk and eat. Anything to keep her mind from wondering. Deciding against the traders wishes she met before, she decided to go ask him if he knew anything about the soldiers in black. Not exactly in the mood to play games, she wouldn't mind taking a limb off with her rifle if he didn't co-operate.

"I need to calm down" she thought out loud

Wasn't long before she arrived at Wilhelm's Wharf, only to discover the corpse of the trader she met only a few hours ago, melted from the waist down into green goop. The stench was awful, but the sight was even worse. Lucy toughened up and walked over to take a closer look at what happened. Looks like plasma damage, Lucy recalled watching a radscorpion melt before her eyes a few years ago.

His injuries were only a minor concern of hers at this point, because on the man's chest lay a poster with the words "The Enclave Wants You" written on it...
 

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Rex watched Brandon break up the chairs quizzically, but realized what he was doing when the fire began. As Brandon nursed the fire into a good blaze, Rex looked around the recently abandoned trailer for "useful things". Old Master had hammered the four "Useful Things" into him over the last four years, Guns, Bottles of Water, Bullets, and Meds. Rex found many of them under the mattress. After pulling the mattress onto the floor, he surveyed the goods. He could just get Brandon's attention, but Rex wanted to show his new master what a good help he could be. He remembered a trick that Old Master taught him, and searched for a small box.

There was one under the bed. Rex pulled it onto the bloodstained mattress beside the bed.

Bloodstained? It looked like the owner of the bed had spontaneously bled from every pore in his body. As if he had melted.

Rex quickly decided that there was no sense whatsoever in what he saw, so he decided to ignore it. People don't melt in their sleep!

Whimpering with the effort of coordination, Rex slowly yanked the contents of the bed into the box. There were two Guns, six boxes of Bullets, and two bottles of Meds. Rex hated the things - he had swallowed some as a pup and they made him sick. They seemed to do other things to humans, though.

There was a crinkling as the items fell into the box. Curious, Rex looked in to see what made the sound.

A faded poster was partly folded into the corner of the box. There was a metal hand on a metal background under those odd symbols he'd seen Old Master write.

"WANTS YOU"

Rex ignored it and pulled the rest of the items into the box, and dragged it out of the trailer to where Brandon was sitting.
 

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The sun had rose. It was time to get moving.
The lights gave him something to think about while pulling the last strap on his bulging over shoulder duffel bag. Finally ready to move he started his descent taking one last look up the consuming mountain, glad that he had decided to set up camps lower along the slope this expedition.
As time passed and he started to gain some momentum through the boggy groves of dead trees and decided it was time to think about how to tackle DC. Pulling out a small post card adorned with a merchant's hurried scrawling. Beneath those, of course, was an old picture of DC from over head with the text 'Don't you wish you were here' printed beneath. Looking at the map he realized (if the lights were any indication) that the Northern and Western parts of greater DC were much less populated. Wary from experience, he wondered if it wasn't a much better idea to make contact with one of these straggler settlements first, just for saftey's sake.
As he began the final gentle slope that would take him to ground level his eyes caught something. Two small grey-black machines were making their way across the sky.
"I wonder if those are vertibirds, like Tom had mentioned" he mumbled remembering the over talkative NCR scout from many years ago.
Intrigued he went on, maybe these people weren't as tribal they looked, working pre-war tech is a pretty impressive feat, or it could be... what it didn't mean was that he was going to walk non chalantly into any settlement let alone the city. He couldn't remember the Brotherhood using air craft before but he wasn't going to risk dying in a puddle of radioactive ash because someone thought he was packing pre-war tech.

After a very long day's march he found himself looking a small run down compound. It was surrounded by a tall, flimsy but maintained wire fence. From beneath the shadows of the clouds that claimed the evening sky he could see two small children and a woman moving around between the shed's they seemed to live in. Hesitant to approach Sully took a final look at the post card in his hand staring at the small black letters naming this area 'Idiots house'.
 

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Cassie approached the run down building with an ire of caution about her. The target would most certainly be alone, but he would have time to have his defences up. Cassie creaked open the door to the building's only entrance and looked around from the outide. There a a staircase leading to the second and third floors, both of which had balconies that could observe anyone coming in. This wasn't going to be easy.

She stepped in slowly with a magnum in her left hand, surveying every doorway. She was in the center of the room before a sniper bullet graced past her leather shoe.

"He's here. Get ready boys!"

Cassie ducked behind the front desk and scanned the second story balcony.

Likes like Macavoy got him some protection. This outta be fun.

In a flash, Cassie vaulted out of cover and put a slug in the sniper's shoulder blade. She took the few moments where the poor sap was nursing his wound to line up a shoot right into his chest and blew him back.

I'm coming for ya Mac...
 

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Toms blue hair blew in the wind as Bucky, the mole rat who served as his mount and companion, trotted down a shattered and dusty highway. The barren wasteland stretched out in every direction, like a sea of irradiated dirt. As dangerous as it was now, that wasteland would become a whole lot worse at night, and with the sun slowly creeping under the horizon, Tom didn't think he would make it to any town before dark. He would have to find a spot to make camp.

Distracted by these thoughts, Tom didn't notice the man standing in the middle of the road at first. He stood next to a motorcycle by a ruined car, and he looked like he was going through a bag of some kind. Bringing Bucky to a halt, Tom dismounted and waved to the man. "Hey!" he said, trying to project his voice as best he could. He kept a hand on his pistol, but tried to have the rest of his body communicate that he wasn't a threat.
 

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Brandon had seen that Rex had walked into the trailer followed by a few sounds. He had been waiting for Rex to return interested in what he was doing. The fire was going nicely and the food was beginning to look good. Still it wasn't done yet, He spotted a few hungry looking coyote walking a few meters away. He smiled at them as he threw a small piece of meat over to them. They grabbed it and ran away as fast as possible. Brandon might be good with animals but he wasn't about to risk getting attacked if he could avoid it like this.

He then heard an dragging noise coming out of the trailer. Brandon looked up to see that Rex was dragging a box, Brandon was surprised but also interested what was inside the box. He stood up and walked over to Rex, Rex had been dragging quite fast so he only needed to take 2 steps to reach the box. He looked inside to find an 9 mm pistol and a hunting revolver. Along with 4 boxes 9mm ammo and 2 boxes of 45-70 Gov't, and with 2 stinpacks. Brandon was dumbstruck he looked inside the box again and he then looked at Rex. Who was waiting for an reaction, Brandon smiled brightly as he petted Rex head and said. "Rex you are a good dog, a very good dog." Brandon said with an very happy sounding voice. He grabbed the items from inside the box and put then into his own bag, except for the 9 mm he put that inside Rex bag taking some of the food out the keep his bag the same weight.

If they were to disarm them Rex might be able to surprise them by giving him a gun when they were distracted. Still they could be anyone really he hadn't chosen an side, and since he was wearing reinforced combat armor most people saw him as dangerous and stayed away. He petted Rex once again taking him over to the fire where he grabbed 2 plates out of his bag. He had grabbed some silverware and a few plates and such things when he had been inside the rotten villa earlier. He placed Rex meal on one and his own on 1 too. He placed the plate before Rex he pointed at it. "That is your plate." He pointed at Rex and his plate. He then grabbed a spoon and took the first bite of his beans. They were surprisingly tasty, he looked at Rex to see if he was enjoying his meal of meat.
 

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"I had made it."

Crawvers' stomach was tearing itself apart now, having thrown up all the muck he'd eating in a vain attempt to feed himself. He had traveled all night, shielding his eyes from the morning glare. He felt weak and dizzy, but the buildings of a town were now only a couple of hundred meters away. Just needed to find some food.

As he approached the town, a robot trundled forwards towards him. It scanned him for a few seconds, before declaring "Trader. Threat level minimal. Welcome to Canterbury Commons." A robot eh? Must be a pretty well off settlement if they could afford those sorts of luxuries, and it wouldn't be raiders. Something to be grateful for.

As he rode into town, people stopped and stared at him. This he was used to, he couldn't remember the last time people didn't stare, but he still made sure not to make any sudden movements in-case he caused any trouble. A little bit down the road he saw a diner. Perfect. He guided Udders towards it, Coming to a stop just before the door.

Sliding off the Brahmin, he waddled into the store and met the eyes of what looked like the owner. He began to speak as slowly and carefully as he could, just hoping he could be understood.

"Good day sir. I am in desperate need of food for myself and my brahmin. What do you sell?"

The owner just stared at him. Even with his best attempts, it was clear that the shopkeep hadn't understood. At least he hadn't pulled out a gun or anything.

"I have no idea what you are, or what you want, but I only sell food. Go bother someone else." Time to speak the universal language, as they say.

The Doctor pulled out a few caps and tossed them onto the counter. He pointed at them and nodded.

"Yes. Food. Please." This time the trader seemed to understand. After making a few nervous sounds, he pulled out a few items onto the counter, ranging from the mundane common foodstuff, to more esoteric items that he must've cooked himself. Crawver pointed at a few of them. He spoke even slower this time.

"How much?" This time the shop owner seemed to understand.

"What? Oh, erm...52 caps..." Crawver scooped up the caps he had on the counter, counting them. He then fished into his pockets, clawing out the appropriate number to make 52. Handing them to the owner, he raked his purchased goods towards himself. He instantly threw the box of sugarbombs into his mouth, cardboard and all. He needed the energy. He waddled outside to Udders, placing some of his food underneath her. She began snacking away at it. Crawver then climbed back up onto her, sitting comfortably upon her.

"Well, about time something went my way."
 

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Right at the bottom of the raiders pack there was a crumpled poster. Unfurling it, William saw the threatening helmet of an Enclave soldier staring back at him and the poster read: THE ENCLAVE WANTS YOU. 'I am very sure the Enclave wants me. But whatever it wants me for is probably going to be unpleasant.'

William remembered the stories of Project Purity, word gets around when Power Armoured soldiers arrive at major settlements with crates of water. Yet after the initial surprise, the darker rumours of Project Purity had surfaced. Some said the water was poisoned, others that there was some secret Brotherhood mind control plan that involved Aqua Pura. Then came the rumours of the Enclave, how they had been involved with the project before they had fled the Wasteland. Most sources agreed that Project Purity had not belonged to the Enclave, despite the broadcasts that had claimed otherwise on their radio station. Some said that the original owners of Project Purity had been killed because the Enclave wanted them gone.

"HEY!" The shout snapped William out of his musings. There was a man standing on the road shouting and waving his arms at William. 'No raiders or slavers introduce themselves, he looks alone, except for that mole rat, but they can be domesticated. Armed, armoured, not attacking. Most likely a wanderer or mercenary.' William's mind was going a mile a minute taking in every detail he could see in the waving man.

William set the pack down, and walked towards the man, trying to look like his hand was only casually holding his sheathed sword.

William said, "I've never met a raider that introduced himself before, so who might you be?"
 

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Vikki picked her way through the wastes, humming a non existent tune to herself as the bike chugged away unhappily. It had never worked fully but it ran and didn't break down very much so it was good for Vikki.

After a few hours of driving around in circles a thought finally popped up in Vikki's head, she had seen this place before, the ruined bridge. She was lost1

"Crap, crap, crap, I need to find someone!" she whines to herself as the bike chugs along, deciding it would be in her best interest to stick to the river in the off chance some of her cousins are still alive or some humans that didn't want to kill her first.

After a further few hours flying past a small shack rose into view. A young woman with black hair stood in front of the shack, leather armour covering her body and a strange looking rifle in her hands. She was standing over half a corpse, I should be careful, Vikki thought to herself, killing the engine and leaning the bike against a low wall, I don't want to scare her, but I need help.

Debating with herself for a few minutes, she decided to announce herself now and offer to leave the woman alone if she was aggressive.

"Hello! Can you help me?!" she shouts down to the woman, raising both her hands to show she wasn't armed.
 

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Two and a half days out from the truckstop, we've finally broken off from I-95, Abe seems to be following tracks; I certainly haven't noticed any, it hasn't rained for weeks, there are no tracks, but I can't find any useful consequence in attempting to dishearten him.

One thing to note: the Wasteland is empty. Quiet. Tranquil. This can't be right.

Full report to follow.

Later: Abe is talking in snatches about 'the Catfish n' the Steer' again, is that what we're following?
 

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"This can't be right..." Lucy muttered under her breath.

The trader here was kind of an ass, but can you blame him? He was just looking out for himself, just like everyone else in the wasteland.
He didn't deserve to die like this...

Lucy spotted those two caravan lunches he still had. And the door to his shack is closed. Doesn't seem to have been looted.

Giving the man a moment's silence, hoping he didn't die slowly. Lucy may get aggressive sometimes, but she hates watching people get hurt when they doesn't deserve it.

"Hello! Can you help me?!"

Startled, Lucy jumped slightly...Someone was behind her and not too far off, judging by the voice. Whoever it was must have seen her startled movement "how embarrassing" she thought momentarily.

Though this was no time for games, spinning around and lowering herself into a crouched position, instinctively aiming her Gauss Rifle towards the probable source of the voice.

Lucy's aim faltered slightly at the sight she saw. A yellow...ghoul? No, the skin wasn't mottled enough and the voice wasn't exactly raspy. Black eyes and perched against a wall behind the figure was a bike. She looked like a smaller yellow version of a super mutant.

"You don't look like a raider! And most raiders don't shout for help!"

Lucy wondered what she should do for a moment, this yellow...person wasn't threatening her, she even had her hands up to show the universal sign of "I'm not going to hurt you".

Lucy lowered her rifle, stood up and raised one hand up to show she wasn't hostile. Beckoning the figure to come closer.

"I'm not going to hurt you! Are you injured or hungry?"

Lucy silently hoped she hadn't fallen into a trap.
Though on the positive side, company may be nice...
 

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Vikki flinches slightly as the woman raised her gun, waiting for the inevitable blast from the rifle. But the pain never came, instead she shouted back to her.

I'm not going to hurt you! Are you injured or hungry? came the voice.

'I'm safe!' Vikki thinks to herself, dropping her hands and climbing down from the rubble she was on top of previously.

"No, I'm...I'm lost" she mumbles, embarrassed that she could get lost so easily on the roads, "I'm Vikki, what's your name?" she asks the female, "how long have you been out here?"

'She seems nice," Vikki thinks to herself, looking at the woman, thinking of how she is the first proper human to regard her fairly and not immediately shoot at the sight of yellow skin.
 

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Resisting the urge to turn back and find some other place to stay, I mean how bad can a spot marked 'deadly raider stronghold' be anyway, he strode out into the light pouring from the compound making his way toward the safely locked
gate.
'Hey! Who are you!' came a light voice.
Looking closer he noticed a young girl, perhaps five or six years old, distancing herself cautiously beyond the arms reach of the fence. Not waiting for a response she started hollering 'President Daddy!' in a voice that first seemed like fear to Sully but was oddly restrained, routine perhaps? It occurred to him that a place ran by someone named 'President Daddy' sounded exactly like kind of place you would expect to find weird rules and traditions for outsiders. The thought reminding him of his own caution as he stepped back making sure to note whether anyone tried to approach around the side of the compound unexpectedly.
After a time you see a small group of people emerged from the cluster of sheds. A bored looking man stood at the fore of the group, apparently neither happy nor surprised to see him.
Sully stood silently, left arm resting on the duffel that he had now pulled over to rest at his hip, waiting to be addressed.
'Hello outsider... I am Dave' he made particularly sure to let the air of wonder and intelligence seep through his voice, inciting not adoration but resignation in Sully. This was not going to be an early night.
After the very formal and polite introductions with the group Dave was kind enough to let Sully ask the ruler of the republic any questions he liked. Lacking any Sully sat silently as Dave, unconcerned, went on about politics and the affairs of the great republic.
While Dave droned on Sully's eye lids that had been struggling desperately for the past few hours to scramble back up his face finally succumbed and sat in exhausted purple bags above his cheeks while he fought the sensation that his brain had been replaced with the innards of an egg which seemed to have seeped in through his scalp. Just as sleep was finally taking over Dave finished his conceited speech and escorted him to the 'guest rooms'. Turning on the small light generator on the shelf Dave left Sully rustling through his duffel after his roll out mattress. The roll had never quite been long enough and far too thin for a comfortable bed but on the flat floor of what seemed, if the desk and board were any indication, to be some sort of school house it didn't seem to matter. Drifting off now he hardly questioned the strange displays of Brahmin skulls and carriages littered on the other side of the room
 

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The stranger descended from the pile of rubble she was perched upon.

"No, I'm...I'm lost" came the reply of her newly found yellow acquaintance. Barely audible, but Lucy could tell she was sheepishly embarrassed. Makes two of us, Lucy thought, nearly scared me to death.

"I'm Vikki, what's your name?" she inquires
"How long have you been out here?"

Lucy heaves a big sigh, feeling relieved and cracks a small smile.

"I'm Lucy. Lucy Black...", Lucy pauses and notes her own black hair grown long but tied into ludicrous twintails and notes Vikki's eye colour.

"That wasn't a pun or anything, don't get me wrong" Lucy uttered quickly, kicking herself mentally, but can't help but give a small chuckle.

"I've been in this area since yesterday, camped out under the bridge to DC Ruins when it hit nightfall, of course a few hours ago, this guy was still alive." gesturing towards the traders corpse.

"Maybe if I had shown up later and left him to the bandit, he wouldn't have died this horribly" an audible sadness present in Lucy's voice.

Lucy decided to perk up a little "It's a welcome change to come across someone friendly for once, so it's a pleasure to meet you Vikki."

"You're lost and I need someplace to go, seems we're in the same boat, where were you planning on heading?"

Even though she's unusual in appearance, it's nothing too out of the ordinary, this is the wasteland after all...deathclaws, ghouls, boatfly's, etc.

Besides, I don't want to inquire about it since it could be a sensitive topic. She seems friendly and nice, and in the wasteland, that's worth more caps than 3 nuka-cola factories combined.
 

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Michael had decided to try and find his way to the ghoul city Underworld now the Enclave was moving more openly, they hated anything not human and ghouls were on the top of their list - even if they were the non feral ones. He was so worried about the mass slaughter that might happen, that instead of making his usual inquiries about the Brotherhood when he reached the next small town, he asked for the directions towards Underworld and quickly left.

The journey had been a hard one, Underworld was located inside the D.C ruins in the Natural History Museum. To get there he had to go through a number of derelict subway tunnels, it was apparent that they weren't made for brahmin to travel in, getting Brahmin down the steps had been tricky to say the least. The place was also infested with a number of feral ghouls, luckily he didn't have to fight any Reavers.

He excited the subway having some trouble getting Brahmin up the steps. On his way to the subway he would have t go through, he saw a thin pale man waving at him. He didn't look like a raider and his gun was pointing downwards. If he did fire from this distance he would probably miss his head and his combat armour would give him some protection.

He approached him smiling and said "Hello there, is this the right way to Underworld? Oh, and any chance do you know where I can find the Brotherhood of steel?"
 

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"Rex, you... good dog. ...good dog."

Rex barked happily. He had pleased Brandon!

Brandon placed a plate of roasted meat in front of him. Rex smelled it deeply. The smell was heavenly. He devoured it greedily. He then sat, smelling the air. It smelled of meat, beans, oil... oil? It seemed to be coming from Brandon. Using deduction, Rex decided that oil-smell was different from normal human smells, and armor was different from normal human clothing, so oil was directly connected to armor. Rex didn't care much for the smell, but he'd live with it.

Smells of dust, smells of ever-present fire... smells of blood...

STRONG smells of blood.

There was always a blood smell in the wastes, and there was a stronger one near the trailer, probably because of the blood soaked mattress. But the smell was stronger... it was coming from the box.

Rex stood up and trotted over to the box. He whimpered as he pawed it, confused. As he did so, the folded "WANTS YOU" poster slid out and unfolded.

The top half had a helmet, symbols in the formation of "THE ENCLAVE", and lots of blood. Ludicrous amounts, even. As if the man who melted in bed had dripped onto it.

Rex barked. Brandon got up and came over, picking up the poster and looking at it.

As he did, Rex ran into the trailer and sat by the mattress, trying to understand. After a minute, he gave up and barked, hoping Brandon could figure out what happened.
 

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Whilst Lucy spoke, Vikki examined the half melted corpse of the trader. Shaking her head as the thoughts of her cousins appeared again, piles of goo in a corner, dumped unceremoniously.

Upon Lucy perking up, Vikki turned to her new friend, "it's a pleasure to meet you to Lucy!" she beamed. "Where am I heading?" she ponders a moment, the name of the place slipping her mind since she set out for it.

"Ooh! The underworld? That place where ghouls live?" she smiles sadly, "I hope some of my cousins are there, but ghouls don't like us too much, they think we're all evil," she sighs before looking up again.

"They should like us though! We're both nice!" she grins again before a realisation crosses her mind, "do you know where it is? And how to get to it?" she asks sheepishly.
 

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Evening on the third day : Following his 'tracks', Abe and I have finally encountered a safe settlement; the rustle of human - people's - activity puts me at ease, even the echoing footstep of a lone sentry among husks of garages and offices leaves less to the cynic's imagination than silence, ever the silence. Even if we had been caught and strung up by raiders, something ugly in the back of my mind suggests that the intrusion of humans - people, sadists and criminals or not - would have caused excitement and joy to spring from the deepest springs of my mind, at least for a fleeting moment. It is miraculous that we have been left alone, Abe doesn't outwardly seem to offer much, but the extent of those who take in the Wasteland; I suppose that'd be everyone left, it makes no sense to give; doesn't encompass only possessions.

Later - Bad news. We haven't managed to procure treatment or painkillers for Abe; we traded three of the moonshine bottles for a decent portion of squirrel stew, it seems a steep price, but Abe seems to prefer bartering to a monetary exchange, maybe that's how he always went about his business.

Abe refuses to eat, "ol' Abe's gotta wait for his sweetheart, she's be pow'rful sore if he starts without her heh heh heh"; I manage to slip some down his throat while he sleeps; can't stand to watch an old man starve for want of his mind.

Although his frames of reference, his terms of phrase, simply everything is so...extravagantly distant from even the post-war norms, he manages to barter successfully, even well. As long as he can keep the traders' attention until he pulls out the 'shine, their eyes just light up and you'd think it was pieces of the true cross. If a man like Abe can cross nowhere to Canterbury Commons, from nowhere, then word has no restrictions, and travels with the wind. Or maybe people tire of the pre-war tipples quickly.

Presently, we have found a place to bed down without charge, as for our next journey, I'll leave that to Abe,"Th' big catfish was here, an' now we're here, an' the catfish ain't here, but ah can smell, cuz daddy shown me how t'track, n' I'll catch 'im yet; ah reckon he swum up north, to the crick, that's what them fishies like."
 

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"The Underworld? Isn't that place some kind of safe haven for ghouls?" Lucy muttered, thinking out loud.

"Oh! It's in the Museum of History, my Dad is goi- he was going to take me there one day" Lucy's voice dropped with sadness and her eyes glazed over with a brief sense of tranquil fury.

Lucy forces herself to perk up again "Now I don't believe in the whole fate/karma thing, but I had originally intended on going there in the first place."

"Not only that, but you're in luck! I remember the route my dad told me, unfortunately it's one hell of a root on foot and it's the only one I know" Lucy frowned as she tried to put together all the logistics involved for such a journey.

"Alright, first we make our way to Anchorage Memorial, we cross over to the other side of the water. We can hop the stones in order to avoid the water. We then make our way all along the coast until we reach Rivet City. Next to it is Anacostia Crossing. We make our way through the subway, come out the exit and the Museum of History is right there" Lucy beamed with joy over remembering all that.

"I hope we find some of your cousins there and don't worry. My dad is- was a well-known trader at the Underworld. I'm sure a lot of people there would accept us easier, knowing that the daughter of Isaac Black is there."

"And if reputation fails us, we always have charm...and a Gauss Rifle" Lucy smiled mischievously.

Lucy looked hopefully at her new found friend "It's not a journey one can take alone"

Lucy hasn't trusted anyone since her dad was murdered, closing her eyes, she bit her lip and thought to herself "You can't keep everyone at arms length...Vikki may just help you change all that"

Lucy straightened her emotions and looked at Vikki directly "I get the feeling we could both use a friend, wherever our journey takes us" Lucy gave a small smile once more.
 

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"Oh son of a *****!"

Dudley had just gotten to the top of the metro ramp on the edge of Rivet City, only for the Microfusion Cell that he had powering his bike to run out. The Marketplace was closed for one reason or another, and there was no way in hell he was abandoning his bike. So he sat there, either waiting for the Market to open or by luck to see Lucky Harrith or one of the other traveling merchants go by.

"...Wish I had my guitar..." He thought aloud, boredom setting in. After a bit, he began singing under his breath, leaning on the seat of his vehicle and staring at the sky.
 

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Brandon was happy to see that Rex enjoyed the meat, the beans weren't bad either. Brandon finished his beans as Rex began to whimper, while he was unfolding an poster. Brandon walked over to Rex he grabbed up the poster and looked at it. Typical Enclave things to make such an poster. While Brandon hadn't sided with either one of the sides, he still preferred if the brotherhood would win. The only time he had ever met an Enclave soldier was when he started firing at him for no good reason. Their armor was good though, shame it broke so easily he would have preferred to be still wearing that. But on the other hand the the amount of raider attacks was an good reason not to wear it.

Looking at the poster again it seemed very bloody, like someone had been shot while holding this poster. Was that what made Rex so on the edge? Brandon heard barking and he walked into the trailer. The bloody mattress said enough he had to get out of here now. Brandon looked worried as he crouched and softly grabbed Rex's head looking him into his eyes. "We have to go now. Follow me." Brandon stood up grabbing his new hunting revolver. He walked outside and then began to walk away from the trailer. He began to walk quite fast as he put more and more distance between himself and the trailer. While blood and murder where everywhere in this world he didn't want to be a part of it. And the bloody mattress told the story of what had happened there.

After walking for about 15 minutes Brandon found an cave. After an quick inspection it seemed to be uninhabited. Brandon looked relieved as he walked inside and he took place against the wall of the cave, he looked up to look how Rex was doing.
 

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Tom saw the man put his hand on his sword. Smart of him. Tom thought No one survives out here long without a little caution. "The name's Tom Nevets, and this is my faithful stead, Bucky the mole rat." he said, indicating the animal beside him. "You got a name?" Tom then noticed the poster in the others hand. "And whatcha got their?"
 

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"We... go now. Follow me."

Brandon seemed to know what happened, and it wasn't good. Rex immediately stood and followed Brandon out of the trailer. Brandon equipped himself with the pistol and began walking... fast.

Rex trotted along just behind, feeling anxious and on edge. They arrived at a cave, and Brandon went inside. Rex followed, still anxious.

Brandon quickly looked inside, walked around it, then relaxed. Rex relaxed as well, and started sniffing.

He smelled mold, and... yao guai? No, ROTTED yao guai. The yao guai must have died violently, and then been dragged out of the cave, leaving the blood to rot and weather away. There were only two things that could do this, a human and a deathclaw.

There were no smells of either. They must have abandoned the cave.

Feeling tired, Rex lay down as the sun set. He'd sleep lightly, though. Missing yao guais aren't anything to ignore.
 

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"You got a name?"

"William Knight ......... friend. Wait, what was that about the mole rat?" This Tom Nevets had a curious way of getting around, 'Not as curious as a walrus riding a brahmin, though the trader who had told him was a jet addict and hadn't gotten close.' Then William remembered the Enclave poster in the raiders pack.

The Enclave were bad news, years ago, they had been a harmless curiosity. Enclave radio station played jolly, if over patriotic songs but it had been President Eden's speeches that had interested William. When he was starting his job as Anver's ambassador, holotapes of Eden's speeches helped William sound the part. The lines about working to improve peoples lives were easy to copy and make relevant for each settlement leader he spoke with.

Then the broadcasts began to change, Eden wasn't speaking about lofty goals and recapturing America, he became much more specific, describing the Enclave's actions. Then came the military slant, Eden warned his listeners to leave Enclave troops alone and let them work, Enclave officers were speaking on the radio station, a man named Colonel Autumn appeared to be the Enclave's military commander. William could tell from the change in broadcasts, the Enclave was getting aggressive and expanding. More than once a Vertibird had been seen flying over the wastes, Anver scouts had found traces of heavy duty equipment used. The Enclave had changed and they meant trouble.

Then the Enclave had stopped broadcasting and nobody had seen much of them since then. But now they were back, that meant trouble.

"Now then Tom, what do you know about the Enclave?" William said, hoping this traveller knew something about their recent activity.
 

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Cassie marched slowly up the stairs, pointing her revolver at every corner a merc could pop out of. A spray of buckshot flew past her the second she tried to pass by a door, and she dropped to the ground to lay three shots into the offender.

Another merc charged toward her, firing off a 10 mil. Cass lifted off the ground and place a slug between his eyes before ducking into a room to take cover. She slid the chamber open. Each shell hitting the ground sounded like the stroke of a piano key. She swiftly chambered 6 more rounds and ran out the room, making her way to the stairs for the final floor.

"Get out there! What do I even pay you people for?!"

Cassie was met with a hail of bullets, leaving her only enough time to get a single shot off before taking one to the arm and having to duck down again.

"I'm taking the repairs to my suit out of your ass Macavoy!"

Cassie reached into her schatchel and pulled out a grenade. She pulled the pin and tossed it up to where the shot were being fired. There was only a single scream before the exsplosion. Cassie vaulted up immediately to end the poor sap trying to limp away.

"You boys are so damn sloppy," She said as she fired into his skull. The only guy left was A man in leather armor, cowering in front of a large window.

"Now come on man. We can discuss this."

Cass fired a shot into the glass behind him, smiling sweetly.

"I dont see what's there to talk about.I got hired to do something, so I'm going to collect"

"B-b-but. I have caps. I can pay you whatever you want"

She fired another 3 shoots at the glass as she edged closer to the man.

"Dead men don't need caps anyway"

She pressed the gun into his neck and twisted it around as she looked over his apparel. Her eyes locked on the emerald ring on his finger.

"This."

"What? You w-want the ring? It's yours. Take it"

Cassie gave him a devilish smirk and put the gun on his hand.

"Thank you kindly" When she pulled the trigger, the finger blew off from the rest of the hand, and Cassie slammed her elbow into Mac's chest, forcing him through the window. She watched as he plumeted down to the bottom, still holding the finger. "Nice doing business with you Mac."

She put the proof of the kill in her pocket and sat down to remove the bullets from her arm.
 

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"Now then Tom, what do you know about the Enclave?"
Then Tom wasn't the only one who was curious about their recent activity. "I know something's goin' down." he said. "In the past months I've been hiking around northern Kentucky, and they're starting to show their teeth a whole lot more. I've heard reports of their troops targeting mutant villages and armored cars bearing their symbol patrolling the highways. Hell, when I was in Lexington, there were squads of them just walking down the streets. They're not afraid to show them self's any more." Tom took a swig of water before continuing. "Some people think their mobilizing, but against what is anybodies guess." Finished, Tom realized he hadn't let William speak. "What do think of it all?"
 

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'Kentucky? Lexington? Attacking mutant villages sounds like them though.' Thought William, pondering this new information.

"I think the Enclave back and here to stay, they're casting their net wider, but sticking to the same principles. I think they have had a chance to recover and replenish their strength to be able to do all of this. I think that because they are able to patrol the wastes with confidence, they know exactly what they're doing. I think the Enclave are going to strike again, somewhere more important this time. A military target." William considered what it might be. Then spoke up again.

"GNR was a military target of sorts, last time I saw it the place was a Brotherhood of Steel fortress. GNR is vital to their DC operations, without a permanent base in the northern DC ruins, the Brotherhood risks losing half of DC, or half its fighting force trying to hold it. GNR was also one of the Brotherhoods biggest allies, if it looks like they can't protect their closest friend, what will others do? The Brotherhood has had a string of victories against the Enclave and some in the Capital Wasteland see them as invincible guardians. That image is important too, if you can't protect yourself, you sit next to someone who can protect you. The Brotherhood are seen as a safe option, but if they look weak everyone will find another guardian, their name will no longer command respect, those that once fled when they saw so much as a scrap of power armour will resurface and challenge the Brotherhoods dominance." William realised how much he was saying, he decided to stop talking so much and made a mental note to be more reserved.

"That's just what I think but here is the truth of the wasteland: If you look strong you are a predator, if you look weak you are prey, given the choice, who would you stand with? Predator or prey?"
 

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Brandon was happy to see that Rex seemed relaxed. He petted the dog as he grabbed an sleeping bag from his backpack. He was unsure of how Rex wanted to sleep. so he grabbed an blanket from his bag and offered it to Rex. After sorting out how Rex wanted to sleep, Brandon laid down trying to fall asleep. Sleep came easy to the exhausted Brandon. His nightmares made sure he was never fully recovered when he woke up.

He woke up inside an white room he was lying on a table, he felt strange he was drugged. He couldn't move his head and when he tried to move his limbs there was no response. Suddenly footsteps could be heard slowly drawing closer. The shoes sounded like the fancy old world type of shoes Brandon was unsure how he knew that. Then the face of an old man appeared his cloches and crazy look, made Brandon suspect he was some kind of insane doctor. He tried to scream but the doctor quickly blocked his mouth. He then grabbed some crazy device with an giant drill, he brought it closer to his left eye. The drill went into his eye and blood spew from the wound, Brandon screamed even though his mouth was being kept shut.

Brandon woke up and sat up straight covered in sweat, he brought his hand to his forehead he was breathing heavily. Another cursed dream... He looked to his new companion to see if he had awoken him, with his screaming and sudden movement.
 

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David Markus traveled down the road at about twenty miles per hour in an attempt to conserve energy cells. His motor home was the only reason he has been able to live so well in the last six and half months. He didn't have to kill anybody or get too roughed up since he got it. Then as he went from a side street to the main road a man covered in red sprinted out in front of him. He slammed his foot on the break but he was too late. He slammed into the poor guy. "Crap! Im not killing anyone. Especially not like this," he said frustrated. He stepped down out of the Motor Home. "What the heck is he wearing? Eh, screw it. Come on buddy," he continued as he dragged him up into the home. The blade on the man's arm catches his eye. David pulls it of and lays it in the passenger seat. "Guess you are coming with me to D.C. Hope you are ready for a road trip, my strange friend." He speeds up now that hes on a main road. He had conserved enough. If he had moved a little bit faster he would have made it without any trouble. After about two hours the man woke up. "Where am I?" Barry said looking at himself. He was cover in cuts and bruises, plus he was pretty darn sure his ribs were broken. "You ran infront of my Motor Home, buddy. Im driving to D.C. I'll let you off there," David said with his eyes never leaving the road.
"Good, I was heading up North anyway," Barry replied.
"Really? If you don't mind me asking, why?"
"Im trying to find the tryouts for a new superhero team."
David burst out laughing, "Wait, are you serious?"
"Yes I am," Barry replied obliviously.
"Man, I must have screwed this guy up more than i thought," he thought to himself. "Um..What is your name, son?"
"I can't disclose that, but you can call me THE FLASH!"
David noticed that he was now in the D.C area. He quickly grabbed "The Flash's" blade and tossed it outside the car. "You can go now buddy,"
"Thank you citizen," The Flash said as he stepped out of the vehicle. The moment both feet touched concrete the vehical rushed away. Flash gave it a small wave before looking around and clutching his ribs.
 

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Tom listened to Williams musing with interest. He certainly wasn't a stupid man, that much was clear. "The predator, of course. And if the Brotherhood and Enclave are going to be fighting over that title, then perhaps it would be wise to steer clear of DC for the time being." Tom had no intention of being caught in a cross fire. "As for us, the literal predators will be coming out soon, and I for one don't feel like spending my evening getting devoured by a deathclaw. I say we make camp, but away from that body." he said, pointing to the mangled corpse behind William.
 

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"GNAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Rex was on his feet before he even opened his eyes. He was standing over Brandon before he comprehended where he was and why, or who the figure in front of him was.

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The shriek made Rex leap backwards, fur standing up and terror welling up throughout his whole body. Adrenaline sloshed through his blood, ready to kill whatever was tormenting his new master.

"GAH!"

Brandon shot straight up. He was breathing as if he'd been shot, now he was gingerly touching his eye. Rex was still completely on edge, not understanding what had happened. Old Master had never done anything like this. Maybe Brandon had swallowed a spider. Maybe he had been bitten by something. Maybe he had dreamed of something bad, like that yao guai who's cave they were in. Even if it had been a bad dream, most people were comparatively calm when they woke from such dreams.

Rex very slowly plodded over to Brandon, looking to see if there were any animals he needed to kill. Nothing. Rex sat down and leaned against Brandon, who seemed to be calming down a bit. The adrenaline began to rinse from his system, and Rex felt a bit dozy again.
 

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Rex slowly walked over to Brandon and then he leaned against him. Rex seemed to calm down Brandon had scared the poor dog. He began to pet him, he was very happy that he had found an companion. Brandon stood up and flexed his muscles looking around the empty cave, he decided that they might as well have breakfast while they were traveling. Brandon began to pack up his things petting Rex in the process, he gave him his food raw meat. Brandon grabbed some food out of his bag he grabbed some corn. Brandon began to eat it as he grabbed the hunting revolver. He remembered that he had seen an hunter kill an death claw with this once. It only took him one shot too, he wondered if he would be able to do that one day. his left eye hurted a little bit.

Brandon decided that he wanted to know how much robot tech as inside him. He had heard an ghoul talk about something called an MIR machine once. That would be his best change if he didn't want to have someone cut him open. He looked at Rex he crouched and said. "Rex do you want to go to DC? The the underworld?" That was as far as Brandon knew, the best place to look for an ghoul.
 

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Frank wandered towards Wilhelm's Wharf, the spurs he had attached to the feet of his power armor clanking as he did.
Always good trade in DC, maybe he'd find something juicy.
At that moment he saw a familiar rifle being held by a young woman talking to what looked like a yellowish ghoul.
He knew she wasn't Enclave or Brotherhood, (No power armor)but a wastelander wouldn't normally have access to that level of tech, and it warranted investigation.
With his Gauss Pistol in one hand, and his Displacer Fist on the other he ran into close enough range that the rifle would be a poor choice if the woman decided to attack him.
"Where did you get that?!"
 

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The Mechanist gazed around the ruined cityscape, collapsed buildings and other rubble blocking his way in all directions but the one he came from. In front of him, his only option: the perilous subways that tunnelled beneath the capitol's surface. It seems he had little choice, there was but one way forward.

Reaching up to his helmet he turned on the in-built flash-light, illuminating the way ahead. With his loyal Mister Gutsy guarding his back the Mechanist entered the darkness. There was no telling where these twisted passageways might lead him, numerous cave-ins meant the old maps had long ago been made useless.

But the safety of the wasteland could not wait. Luckily it's saviour had no time for fear in his heart and his suit's in-built plumbing ensured there would be no signs to the contrary. The Mechanist gripped his laser pistol tighter as the entrance behind him disappeared from view, leaving only the lighting of his helmet and the glowing eyes of his Mister Gutsy.

Ahead of him the tunnel he was in intersected with another and the Mechanist's keen awareness ensured he did not miss the sounds of various creatures rummaging around. Turning off his helmet's light he slowly moved ahead, as stealthily as a Nightkin but without the stealth boy. Knocking over a minimum of cans and only stubbing his toes twice the Mechanist arrived, naturally completely undetected, at the intersection.

Peeking his head around the corner he made quick use of his extensive training to identify any possible dangers. Feral ghouls! Devoid of sanity and a grave danger to the innocents that lived above ground, it would be his sworn duty to rid the world of these evil creatures! Three of them would be no match for the Mechanist! Pausing only to briefly cou... Four of them would be no match for the Mechanist!

Levelling his laser pistol he took careful aim at the closest ghoul. Slowly releasing his breath he squeezed the trigger, landing a perfect shot on a nearby bottle. It would, naturally, not be heroic for him shoot an enemy, even one as vile as these, in the back. Once again the Mechanist took aim, preparing to make ghoul bits litter the metro tunnels. Seeing the monstrous creatures rapidly approaching he closed his eyes, purely to avoid sudden blindness due to the bright lasers, and repeatedly pulled his trigger. Flashes of red light lit up the darkness and feral screams echoed.

Opening his eyes again the Mechanist surveyed the carnage. Two of the ghouls were still closing in fast, seeming unharmed, with a third pulling itself along the ground as it's scorched legs dragging behind. The Mechanist quickly pulled out another energy cell for his pistol, struggling to reload before the ghouls were on top of him. He almost had it, just a second more, when the foul stench of the creatures reached his nostrils. One of the creatures jumped for him, it's claws outstretched, as his suit made a whirring noise that seemed to come from somewhere around the crotch.

Suddenly the tunnels lit up, nearly bright as day, when a massive flame enveloped the ghouls. Several green bolts followed as two burning bodies and a puddle of goo fell to the floor. The Mechanist reacted immediately, taking only a few seconds, to scan his surroundings but found only his companion, the Mister Gutsy, a clear testament to the awesomeness of robots.
 

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Things were looking up for Marlon. After travelling with little incident save for a few damn fool raiders dim enough to attack a car with lasers mounted on it, he'd made his way to the Capital Wasteland and the town of Megaton. Promising little town.

He'd brought the car a little ways inside the gates. The sheriff hadn't been especially impressed by that, but he'd managed to talk him around after a while. Besides, strictly speaking he was here on trader business. Heavily armed yes, but trader business nonetheless. Either way, he'd be gone in a few days tops. This seemed satisfactory to the man with the big hat, so Marlon had since gone for a wander about town and turned his attention to business and pleasure, in that order.

On the business side of things, he'd found a few potential candidates for involvement in the business if the family decided to open a Megaton branch. Colin Moriarty seemed ideal. Reasonably cunning, more than a little mean and just ethically dubious enough to be alright with selling things that could make people disappear.

One of his patrons also, a man named Jericho. He was a possibility for some muscle. Granted a small possibility, but the guy was crazy mean. The family could use someone like that. An ex-raider too. Marlon was actually impressed. You don't see many people living long enough to retire from that line of work. If you could call it work.

The final candidate, though in Marlon's opinion, less likely than even the old ex-raider, was a mad tinkerer type named Moira Brown. While she seemed like she'd be more than decent at putting things together and maintaining merchandise, the downside was that insofar as Marlon could tell, she was simply madder than a bag of bloatflies. Maybe she'd be a customer instead though. She did seem enthusiastic about disintergration.


And finally pleasure, which was taking the form of food, booze and radio music at Moriarty's. Today was a good day!
 

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"Agreed." Said William, a corpse would attract all sorts of undesirable animals as well as give off a foul stench. Tom Nevets knew his stuff.

The campsite was small and inconspicuous. It would not easily be seen from the road and the nocturnal residents of the wasteland were unlikely to venture near. 'Is this ok? I only met the man today and now I must trust him not to kill me in the night.' But William knew he had no choice, to continue on into the night would be suicide, he would barely be able to see the road, probably crash and maybe die, besides he would be heard for miles. Also, he knew he must learn to trust again. 'After Anver.' William stared as contemplatively as one could at a water bottle, remembering the faces of those that had been lost. Finally, feeling a little glum, he spoke up, "I know what you said about staying away from the Enclave and the Brotherhood, but I think I want to know what is going on. This Enclave thing has piqued my curiosity and I don't think I can let this be. But that may be a discussion for tomorrow." William took out the one thing he had kept from the raiders pack, a bottle of Whiskey, taking a careful sip and offering the bottle to Tom Nevets, "Do you want some?"
 

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Flash looked at the ground and attempted to pick up his bladed gauntlet. The second his fingers touched it the gauntlet burst into flames. He pulled his hand back and shrugged. He looked up and noticed a raider...and another..and another...and another he span around and noticed he was surrounded by a dozen raiders in various armors holding bats, chains, and batons. "Backaway now and you will be left unharmed," Flash yelled lowering his hand from his ribs. The raiders burst into laughter and, in the case of a few of them, tears from laughing so hard.
The tallest one said, "Come on guys lets get him." They all sprinted towards him with their weapons. Barry slugged one with his right hand knocking him down. He felt a sudden sharp pain from a baseball bat cracking against his back. The armor saved him from a broken back. He turned around and slugged the other one. Then he took several simultanious strikes and crumpled to the ground. Blood leaked out of his mouth and the condition of his ribs worsened. They pulled Flash's bag of supplies off of him and walked away not bothering to avoid stepping on him. The tallest one spoke up again, "Wait, let's strap him to our brahmin as a sign not to mess with us." The other raiders nodded and dragged his body to the brahmin and threw him on top before they tied him tightly to the top of it.
 

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After having eaten his first meal in days, Crawver led Udders towards the back of the town, where they set up camp and slept, both of them completely shattered.

When he awoke again, it was morning. The townsfolk had just left him alone. It was almost a little trick of his, just sleeping in a dark corner, and he'll always be left alone. He stretched, yawning. His whiskers twitched slightly. It had been a while since he felt this good, with food in his stomach, and a good nights sleep, even if it was on the floor.

He decided it was best to let Udders sleep. It was her who had done all the work of getting here anyway. Pulling himself up, he began to waddle along the street. Whereas before no-one had the nerve to talk to him, this time someone yelled at him. The doctor swung his head to locate the unknown person.

"Hey, hey you. Hold on a sec." An aging man ran up to him. He seemed to be experienced, yet welcoming. Crawver reckoned he might be the towns leader.

"What are you? What are you doing here?" By this point in his life, the walrus had gotten so used to this question that he almost drifted off into a trance as he answered.

"I'm no threat, if that is your main concern. I'm a doctor by trade, and am just looking for a place to live. That should be all that concerns you." Unlike his normal speech, this one phrase was practiced so much that the stranger understood what he said immediately. He did however raise his eyebrow once Crawver had finished.

"Oh, really? A doctor? If you say so. You don't seem to be violent at least, so I'll take you at your word, but don't think the town will be too accepting of you. We only just got rid of one...unusual resident, I don't think we're going to be wanting another." Crawvers whiskers drooped slightly. He hadn't raised his hopes up much, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to live here. Though he would be willing to live anywhere that would accept him.

"well, thank you for telling me that at least. I won't take up any more of your time." The walrus turned began to make his way back to Udders. He felt a hand upon his shoulder.

"Look, I don't know what you are, and I'll be lying if I said that doesn't unsettle me, but you're welcome to stay around town a little, engage in some trading if you want. I'll make sure no-one bothers you, as long as you keep your nose clean."

The walrus did smile a little at this.
 

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"Oh, no thanks." Tom said, turning down the whiskey. "I don't drink." I can leave that duty to Steven. he thought glumly to himself. He hated that he didn't always have control over himself, that he had to share his own body with another person, especially someone like Steven Mots.

Snapping out of these thoughts, Tom realized how much more comfortable they'd be with a fire. "You got a lighter or anything? I have some food in my bag, but I'd hate to offer you raw potatoes and cold beans." A gust of wind blew, giving Tom goosebumps along his arms. "Besides, it's getting a bit chilly."

Tom couldn't help but notice how reserved William seemed. The man was clearly not used to trusting others. The wasteland can do that to a person, among other things. Tom thought. He didn't take it as an insult, but he would have to be sure William didn't put a knife in his back over night from simple paranoia.
 

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OOC: In no particular order...

IC>>>>>

Yes, it seemed like Dr. Crawver finally found some refuge and indeed some salvation, no troubles for the time being and no hunger to worry about for him or Udders. Yet...was he aware that he was being followed by a strange half-crippled man who proclaimed him to be a catfish? Let it be known that while the reports on Uriah Abraham St. John are very VERY hard to follow sometimes, there ain't no other Brahmin-mounting creature close to catfish than Dr. Crawver, being at least a being made from the Irradiated Walrex. Nevertheless, they would have a visitor in the night, surely. A stranger with a special and wild alcoholic concoction that does...things to people. And to walruses? We shall see.

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Barry was in a bad fix, strapped over the back of a Brahmin by a bunch off raiders. That, fellow wastelanders, is the shits. Poor man thinks he's a superhero and tries to do good, but he ends up clubbed and beaten all over. Terrible thing. Well, fortunately for our boy, Barry, his karma was about to pay off a little. Just a little. There was a sound from up above, rotors spinning rapidly. By now, half the bloody wasteland had to know the sound of a Vertibird coming. Little or no cover to be found, the machine was upon them, turning in their path, and plasma and laser at most of the men. They actually did not kill the Brahmin or its occupant, and in fact when it landed the few soldiers who climbed out merely gunned down the remaining raiders before approaching the beast. Thus, there was commentary...

#43: And now, meat's back on the menu, boys!

#57: That's good, 'cause I haven't had a juicey steak in weeks.

#109: Someone's on top of that thing, tied. Living or dead?

They approached and checked him out.

#57: Living. Shall I end him?

#43: No wait, I'll handle this.

Barry would be poked and prodded until he awoke to find three black powersuits - LIKE THE POSTER!! - staring at him.

#43: Uncle Sam wants YOU to give us that walking steak you're riding as a down-payment for the saving-your-ass tax. No charge for a'cuttin' ya down first!

Clearly, though high in equipment, there wasn't much in the way of meat back at the base.

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"Do you want some?"

"I'll have a taste."

What the- Hello... That rough and grating voice you just heard belonged to a ghoul. Apparently, during their engrossing conversation, such a ghoul with tattered leather clothing and such spotted him and came in closer, until now he was in speaking range. He was, of course, something that looked like a walking corpse, but at least this particular ghoul didn't seem irked by two humans talking. He was armed with a sidearm, but it was in his holster, so no worries there.

"It's been a long fucking walk. You're Knight, right? Boss described ya well enough. Gots a message."

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The situation between Lucy and Vikki had looked to be alright UNTIL...an armored BoS man walked in on them and held his own Gauss weapon at ready, interrogating about the rifle in Lucy's hands. Isaac Black and his daughter may've been known around the Underworld will enough, but were those jokes just jokes or...what? This particular instance was being watched from a distance. By what? By something metal that floats, something that keeps and EYE on things, but will defend itself if necessary. And why? Because the Eyebot was programmed to look at things of relevant interest, like Steel-clad armors. And Frank Rose NEVER seemed to take his off. Big target.

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GNR: ...well, there hasn't been a break-in since that day, but we're all on the lookout for the birds in the sky, children, and so far the talk is none too pleasant. The Enclave have been droppin' their posters all over the place, randomly having shoot-outs with mutants and raiders, and randomly patrolling the wasteland for...well, yur guess is as good as mine. But with signs of melted people burned-out wreckages, I'm not holdin' my breath for a peaceful co-existence. The worst part of it is...the silence. Enclave haven't had an open transmission since the one and that's spookier than the old Eden days...

Moriarty's was, of course, listening up to GNR while they ate, drank, and did whatever else. They treated Marlon well enough too. There was, however, a brief disruption of the signal as the sound of a Vertibird passing overhead could be heard. A moment later, Lucas Simms was walking into the bar with a poster in hand.

Sheriff: They're doin' it again, I see. Trying to get people on their side when we know they're shit. I'd rather worship the bomb

Moriarty: Can't be as bad as when the youngin' was here. S'not like they've tried to takeover the wastes, at least not yet.

Sheriff: They will. Just you w-

Suddenly, there was a voice from outside going "Hey, there's a super mutant out there!". The Sheriff walked out. Why in the hell were they bothering him about one super mutant? One and only one? I mean, unless it was a Behemoth - and they would've SAID - it wasn't worth bothering him about it. Upon reaching the wall, though, he could see why it was a problem. There'd been rumors of alot of dazed and weirded-out mutants lately. Something was wrong with 'em. There'd been rumors about mutants and Project Purity. Was this...?

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[HEADING=2]BOOOOMMM!!![/HEADING]

Somewhere in a nearby tunnel, a loud explosion was heard and a whole in the tunnel actually formed from it, revealing the contents. Trashy metro station room, getting trashier by the moment. The loud boom had sounded similar to a Fat-Man round, but that was not what had flung the doom-blast. A cursory examination would reveal that in this room, there were alot of feral ghouls, and alot of them were now dead. The reason?

"Communism is a lie! Democracy is truth!"

A humanoid robot of unknown design was soundly trouncing them with ray-beam eyes, thrown mini-nukes, and his fighting skill. Feral ghouls style was to run at the enemy and lunge at him with all speed, trying to rip 'em apart, usually. This was having little or no effect on the robot that could zap them dead or punch them hard enough to rupture skulls. And then, when several ghouls tackled him from behind, failing to do more than make him lurch, he he started to kick and elbow them away...

"Communist attack from behind! Chances of success..."

...picked the last one up to to hold it over his head and...

RRRIIIIPP!!!

"...ZERO!!"

Next Issue: Mechanist Meets Liberty Minor!

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After Rex's new master spoke to him, there'd be a wild dog howling from a distance. This was, of course, understandable by Rex, not Brandon. It said...'For a good time, call'...what?! No! What were these wild critters thinking?! None of them appeared to want to attack, though. However, further 'conversations' proved slightly more enlightening.

'Hey, what are those black things over there?'

'Oh, I see that! Smells funny...'

'They make the heavy sound and the big flash! Run!'

Yes, there was...off in the distance, a three man patrol of some sort. Black things? Funny smell? Big flash? Aha! Enclave troopers... Not precisely heading this way, but they could find themselves looking this way if their attention was drawn.

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No sooner had Cass removed said bullets than...

"MAAACAAAVOOOYY!!! Wheerrre aaarrre yyyoooouuu...?!"

Yeeks! That deep voice, that loud strut from downstairs, that sound of the last-surviving house guard panicking before a silencing gurgle! That had to be a super mutant! A super mutant that sounded...admittedly drunk right now. And quite burly. Should we tell him now or let him figure it out for himself?

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Poor Dudley, stuck waiting 'cause he can't abandon his vehicle. In the confusion ofthe moment, he didn't exactly see them coming, but fortune was on his side today, as they were not the violent sort. Well, not unless so given the inclination to. You know how it is. So, when a rough voice began to address him...

"I say! You appear to be having a spot of trouble. Vehicle playing up, is it?"

Oh my god! Morgan Bloom! A ghoul with a nice suit, top hat, monocle, and gentleman's cane stood nearby now, with at least half a dozen well-armed men flanking him on either side and back. He looked over to one of his guards.

"Do inquire as to when the marketplace is open. I have alot of business to take care of today and little time to do it."

Now, his attention returned to Dudley.

"These wastelands can be terrible for a man smooth of skin sometimes, but life carries on, or so they say!"

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The Vertibrd was headed due north.

#122: So, what are we going after again?

#44: Eyebots that haven't been wrecked by Deathclaws last reported some kind of settlement declaring independence up here, called 'The Republic of Dave'. Stupid shit of a 'Last Man on Earth' scenario.

#86: I wonder... Would you mind if I tried something?

They just shrugged at this. Soon, the Vertibird was coming in for a landing and three troopers approached on foot, plasma rifles on their backs, not on their hands. They stood outside the fence and declared that they must speak to Dave on an important matter of world-impacting importance. Naturally, Dave was falling for it. Of course, the landing of a Vertibird could scarcely be ignored by their guest (Sully).

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The man Michael found was Fishspear, of course, so unless our pale fellow wants to do anything to him, this meeting would be innocent enough, except...

Underworld is just choking with ghouls. Wasn't there some talk of this insanely-rich and well-protected ghoul of some great influence? Someone like that would know how to find the BoS, who in there to talk to, and what palms to grease to get what's needed.

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Heeey...! After a fair bit of examination, Gig managed to find a cave which lead indeed to the entrance to a vault. He found it because of a dead body, badly decayed, that had been outside of said cave. The door appeared to be shut...and yet operational, but...there was one small issue. Old blood stains were on the door, writing out a single message...

DONT

Wasn't this Vault abandoned? Maybe something had moved in? Maybe it was irradiated? Maybe...something else? I guess we'll never know, because you're going to guard it! Right? The nice big button to open the door? The shiny...candy-like red button? Well, only Gig can speak for Gig.
 

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Marlon looked at the poster and whistled. "Enclave huh? Haven't heard much about them for a while. What is this? They running out of goons in whatever hideyhole they've been lurkin' in?"

He frowned a moment and downed the rest of his drink, dropping the caps on the bar. "Back in a bit, I wanna make sure this mutant freak doesn't get anywhere near my ride."

He stood up and followed the sheriff outside, one hand resting on his plasma pistol, just in case.
 

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Fishspear had been to underworld on occasion. The ghouls didn't really seem to like much though, so it was very much like every other settlement in that respect. The Brotherhood of Steel though, that was a very different story. Fishspear certainly knew who they were but finding them...he suspected he used to know where they were but that knowledge was long gone.

He opened his mouth to respond and...the words simply wouldn't come. He couldn't explain it and everytime he tried he was just on the verge of speech but he couldn't follow through. It was no surprise but everytime was just as dissapointing as the first. It didn't help that he'd been alone so long that he hadn't even thought about it for the longest time. He shut his mouth and hung his head.

Looking back towards the stranger he pointed at himself, put his arms in a cross formation and then had his hand open and shut a few times like a talking mouth. Meetings like this were always quite difficult. He waited for a response seeing as how it was much easier if others did the talking.
 

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Two mutated dogs shot past the cave, howling in confusion and terror. Rex caught some of the intonation.

"...heavy..."

"...light..."

"...loud..."

"...run..."

Dogs aren't really the best conversationalists. Rex cocked his head and listened for the "loud".

thump

The sky nearby lit slightly. Rex had seen this before, the armored people carried things that did this!

Thus, there were armored people. Brandon was armored. Thus, the armored men were likely friends of Brandon. Perfect logic.

Rex began to howl wildly, hoping to attract the attention of the people who made the bang.
 

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Abe has roused me from the first good, deathly sleep in weeks, "big tiger! He's here! He's here! ohhh can't slip by ol' Uriah Abraham oh no oh no oh no no oh! Got mah pole n' got mah hook, the fishies is bitin!" It's the first time he's talked to me directly since the truckstop; he seems not to be feeling the 'heavy' in his leg.

He has neither pole nor hook, just his crutch, but he's taken a bottle of 'shine from the crate, it's unclear how he intends to use it.

Later (notes)

Not a catfish, but truth stranger than fiction, more to follow in report.
 

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"Yeah, we should be fine if we're friends!" Vikki beams, happy that Lucy had opened up to her and was willing to come with her to the Underworld and was actively going there too.

Another voice interrupted the sortie between the two woman, a muffled voice from a grey metal man.

YOU! Where the hell did you get that tech?! he shouted, pointing his weapon at Lucy directly. Vikki began to move in front of her friend, thinking that her skin might protect her a bit better than Lucy's would, but as soon as one of her muscles moved the man twitched his weapon over to Vikki, his aim fixed upon her head.

If you move freak, I'll take your head off your shoulders! he growled, quickly turning the rifle back at Lucy.

This guy isn't like the black metal men, he actually talks but he's just as evil, Vikki thinks to herself, trying to calm herself and assess the situation a tad better.
 

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William took another sip of whiskey and considered the bottle a write off, handing it over. He didn't have anything against not feral ghouls but thought they were, well most of them, unhygienic. He rolled his eyes but looked down so that the ghoul would not see.

"I'm almost certain I know which boss you're talking about, so come on, what is this oh so important message?"
 

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"Yeah, we should be fine if we're friends!" Vikki looks openly happy and this brings a great sense of joy to Lucy.

She could use a friend and at The Underworld, she could at least go asking around about the attack. Traders talk, you know.

Besides, maybe I could help Vikki out along the way.

YOU! Where the hell did you get that tech?!

Lucy's thoughts were cut short by a muffled and aggressive shout. She turned to look at the figure pointing a weapon at her.

Grey armour, full helmet, energy weapon... "The Brotherhood of Steel" Lucy muttered just loud enough for Vikki to hear.

But in that moment, Vikki half-stepped in front of her. She's shielding me?

If you move freak, I'll take your head off your
shoulders!
the man was positively hostile towards her. Turning his weapon on her and then re-focussing on Lucy.

Lucy's mind raced rapidly. This guy got the drop on us, I may be quick with my rifle, but he already has his sights trained on me. He's talking to me, but it seems like he'll kill Vikki without hesitation.
Noting this, Lucy raises her hand and steps in front of Vikki instead. "We're not hostile! We're just passing through."

Notably pissed off at having her friend threatened and her Dad's weapon questioned. Lucy makes sure she's blocking Vikki as much as she could.

"And this?" Motioning towards her Gauss Rifle "It's a family heirloom!"
. Proceeding forward "You're Brotherhood, aren't you? Well we don't mean any harm...See? Neither of us have even remotely tried to attack you!"

Lucy hopes that diplomacy works in this case.

If things go to hell, Lucy knew she was quick and nimble. She could dive to the side in a roll, easily emerging with her rifle ready to fire at him. The torso would be an easy shot, it won't kill him, but her rifle will have enough force to severely incapacitate the guy.

But what about Vikki...
 

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Sounds of rowdy brahmin outside eased Sully into wakefulness. In no rush his mind slowly emerged from the residual mires of sleep that were determined to stick against his conciousness. Still groggy he thought back on the past night. He hadn't done himself any favours with Dave he suspected instead being quite a rude guest. Determined to set things straight... or in his favour if he could help it, he rose and began packing his equipment.
Walking rested but far from fresh, he strode out into the courtyard to find the girl from last night surrounded by her siblings. Wearing worn clothes they milled around not doing much. Sympathetic Sully supposed that there wasn't much for a kid to do in the waste land he himself just started working when he was old enough, helping his tribe to get by. Looking around at the compound in the morning light all he could see were a few brahmin within the walls,not much to help with there, but the land around was just as desolate as any other dead chunk of wasteland, how had they managed to survive this long he wondered. Letting these thoughts recede he refocused his mind at the task at hand, fleecing Dave. As, if any of last nights conversation had taught him much it was that the only help Dave would have to offer was a clean meal because he certainly lacked information. Sully found his way into the presidential office and found Dave silting nonchalantly in his seat, not doing much of anything either... Sully really hated this place.
After curt greetings between the men Sully cleared his throat and began his drive, 'Alright Dave, from what I can tell the great republic could use some allies out in the waste yes?' Dave nodded after some though making sure to keep his face neutral. 'Well I think that a show of charity would be a great example of TRoD's kindness and more importantly their international policy'
'You do huh?' said Dave his reply taking a harder tone than David would have liked.
'Uhh... yes'
'Uhh no.' Dave said with such conviction that Sully gave up on any hope of help then and there. 'Instead' Dave continued, 'It seems to me that you stayed within the republic of Dave without sorting it out your papers and details with the immigration bureau first. Not something we look kindly on in the republic.'
'So' Sully mused heart sinking 'what does it take to have a charge like that over looked?'
'Not much' a now smiling Dave replied,'but there are tasks I haven' t gotten around to, if you do intend to repay our kindness'
'Or... right? or, you could use my services to further your voice in the waste land, Dave. Sure, I could be a pack mule for the republic, kill a few mole rats here or stamp out a death claw infestation there or the republic of Dave could gain an envoy to spread the knowledge of Dave'
Dave scoped Sully out from top to bottom as one would asses a dodgy brahmin. Finally his stern expression dropped into a small smile and the tension from before was forgotten in the wake of Dave's newest grand idea.

Strange sounds tore through the Steel and Tin homestead and the inhabitants of the proud sovereign state of Dave's Republic walked out like sheep in a herd enthralled by their own curiosity. Watching the Rosie and Jessica run out of the capital building set Dave and his newly anointed envoy on edge. Handing him the promised armour (a set of strange padding that seem to look unusually like the frame of a football uniform) 'Maybe you'll be called into service before you even leave for your mission to Canterbury' Dave laughed devoid of the dread that was quickly rising in Sully. There were to things that Sully was sure of, the first is that he heard a god awful sound outside and the second was that with old world technology like that there was either going to be a whole lot of annexing,a whole lot of blood or a whole lot tithes and tributes.
Rummaging through the messy duffel bag that he had packed with the hope of a quick exit, he almost thanked the distaste that Dave incited. Pulling out both his gun and his bat he strode out into the courtyard and watched as the craft he thought might be a vertibird hovered into a soft landing. Three beetle like men emerged from the ship strutting as though they had few cares in the world. They approached the fence now a feeble looking defence when compared to the humming machine behind them. Tearing his thought yet again from their musings he got down to the bare bones of the situations.

Dave may not be a slouch in a fight, there was a fair chance that he would have had to defend this hole with Bob, his son. The rest however, well, they were collateral or hostages or worse even entertainment. Not that Dave's important guests seemed to be expecting a fight, approaching rather arrogantly with their weapons holstered. Sully turned with what he hoped a sense of gravity and started, 'Dave you have to remove the women and children right-'
'Great President Dave!' crackled an almost robotic voice from one of the beetle men (Sully was unsure as to which).
Dave turned to them happily, the smug self serving smirk he'd seen during their question and answer session drew across his face. Dear god Sully thought to himself, he'd just eliminated tithes and annexing from Dave's diplomatic store of political stratagem.

What on earth could they want with this maniac anyhow?
 

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Although he knew he wasn't welcome for long, Crawver made the most of the time he had in the small settlement. As he found out later, it was actually quite a hub for trading within the wasteland, regularly sending out trading caravans. He was even told that they had a travelling doctor, but the walrus was unfortunate in that he never got to see him. Not that he needed any more medical supplies, but that he might have been able to have a conversation with a man on his own level.

However, the trader he did get the pleasure of talking to was an...unusual man to say the least. Almost everything the man sold was a pile of scrap, and yet he insisted that business was good and he was in high demand. He did however raise the good point of 'one mans scrap is another mans' treasure'.

The walrus always did like meeting traveling traders, they always seemed to be the most accepting among the wastes, provided you have caps of course. After a brisk trading session, while his caps now felt a little lighter, he had come out with some materials to repair his platform on Udders, as well as a medical brace and some spare surgical tools. He reminded himself to at least give the implements a clean before he used them.

Once the trader had left, Crawver was starting to feel tired again. Feeling that he deserved to treat himself to make up for the past bad week, he stopped off by the diner to get a little snack, and then waddled his way to the communal sleeping area, leaving Udders tied up outside with her own dinner.

While he hadn't found himself a home, he had entered a new region full of people, his chances had improved dramatically in his own eyes. He made a mental note that he would make his way to 'D.C.' soon enough, provided no interruptions of course.
 

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-EDITOR'S REPORT-

Truth continues to be stranger than fiction, we've caught up with 'the catfish'.

Needless to say, it's not a catfish, but that doesn't mean to imply that it's human. Not at all.

It seems nothing is out of the question in the Wasteland.

What follows is an account of the evening's events, although words are limiting, such is the journalists' missing limb.

Soon after rousing me with his excited rambling, but more accurately the end of a crutch in the sternum, Abe led me to an open-air camp, somewhere within the commons, it was too dark with too few lanterns to really tell where.

...It is difficult to write this, this is just...I've seen a lot, too much in this job, okay? I've seen a yellow-skinned mutant, the size of a factory chimney wandering the Wasteland, I've seen whores that do business with half of their skin, I'm expected to believe that two-headed cows are fucking normal for christ's sake!

It's been 3 years since I left the Vault, and this...this is just too much.

A Walrus.

A Walrus, sleeping in a camp, wearing a fucking lab coat!

A fucking Walrus!

That's it, I'm sending this report in, and that's it. I fucking quit, Ron, I fucking quit. This is too much, this is too fucking much.
Send my caps to Megaton or something, I don't care.

Fuck Abe, fuck the Wasteland, and fuck this.

-Last known report ends-
 

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"We're not hostile! We're just passing through."
. Proceeding forward "You're Brotherhood, aren't you? Well we don't mean any harm...See? \
[Perception]She seemed to be telling the truth about her lack of hostile intent, Frank relaxed slightly.
"And this?" Motioning towards her Gauss Rifle "It's a family heirloom!"
. Proceeding forward "You're Brotherhood, aren't you? Well we don't mean any harm...See? Neither of us have even remotely tried to attack you!"
[Intelligence]Her story seemed to follow, it appears she didn't steal any brotherhood tech, or attack anyone to obtain the gun.
Frank was about to holster his pistol when he heard a familiar noise...
Frank quickly whipped around and shot the eyebot that was spying on him.
"Damned Enclave! We have to move, we've made ourselves a target!"
"We have about two minutes before a Vertibird comes after us, they won't be sure of where we went, so we have to get away from here!"
 

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Brandon saw the 2 dogs barking outside. Rex seemed to listen to them, Brandon looked around the cave when he heard it. Rex started barking, Brandon was spooked as he looked outside. He saw an patrol.. an enclave patrol! Brandon grabbed Rex as he closed his mouth as he crouched before him looking scared. "Please be silent... Or else they will kill us. You know murder us. end our lives. Please be silent." Brandon looked up as he saw that the enclave had heard the dog. Brandon grabbed his hunting revolver as he started to pray, he wasn't the religious type but who know maybe it would help.

It didn't. The enclave soldiers were moving towards the cave, they were still quite a long way off but they would be inside the cave in a few minutes. Brandon pointed to an secure spot in the cave. "You go there and don't make an sound." He waited for a minute and then he put away his gun and petted Rex. Brandon looked worried "Stay quiet and start close, and we might just survive this." Brandon walked outside, he acted to be surprised by the enclave patrol. "Hello there gentleman. Sorry about the barking it was just my dog who saw an mole rat. No need to be alarmed." Brandon was very happy right now that he wasn't wearing an power armor.
 

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This situation was already tense to begin with, but this was getting unbearable.

Lucy stood her ground and glared at the Brotherhood soldier. She could feel Vikki positively seething with anger behind her. "Keep calm Vikki" Lucy thought.

After what seemed like ages, even though it was mere moments of silence the Brotherhood soldier lowered his pistol, spun around and shot some sort of flying robot ball thingy.

"Damned Enclave! We have to move, we've made
ourselves a target!"

"We have about two minutes before a Vertibird
comes after us, they won't be sure of where we
went, so we have to get away from here!" Shouted the Brotherhood soldier.

"Enclave...the poster...those soldiers in black armour...dad's murder" Lucy's speculation started connecting the dots. She needed more proof. Rage grew inside her and turned into a cold demeanor.

Lucy readied her Gauss Rifle and nodded reassuringly at Vikki.

Lucy turned to the Brotherhood soldier and shouted "Look, I'll make this quick! I'm willing to trust you judging by your tone. But if I go with you, my friend here comes with me!"

"I would be glad to lend you some backup in the meantime, I'm an excellent shot with this rifle. I'll even explain myself when we're safe, but no threats against my friend here!"

Lucy gave the soldier a determined look "Deal?"
 

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The man in front of Michael opened and closed his mouth several times, but no words came out. If Michael knew what a goldfish was he would probably compare the pale man's wordless mouthing to that. He then hung his head looking disappointed with how fruitless his endeavour to communicate with Michael was and started miming. He first pointed to himself, then made his hands look like they were speaking and then held his arms up and crossed them forming an X shape.

"You can't talk then? Well my name's" He paused for a moment to remember what it was, "Michael, that's it" He beamed "Michael Brown. Could you show me the way to Underworld then?"

>>>>>>>RECEIVING TRANSMISSION<<<<<<<​

Underworld is just choking with ghouls. Wasn't there some talk of this insanely-rich and well-protected ghoul of some great influence? Someone like that would know how to find the BoS, who in there to talk to, and what palms to grease to get what's needed.

>>>>>>>TRANSMISSION RECEIVED<<<<<<<​
>>>>>>>CHANGING MISSION PRIORITIES<<<<<<<​

MISSION STATEMENT:

1) Locate the Ghoul city Underworld.

2.) To locate the Brotherhood of Steel by order of the Enclave.

3.) To infiltrate the Brotherhood of Steel and spy on them, transmitting location details and operation data by order of the Enclave

SECRET ORDERS: To transmit footage and data, on all operations, to the Institute.​
 

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-FOR ATTENTION OF PUBLISHER-

Ron,

Please forgive and disregard my latest submission; it's just the sun, and the Wasteland, it just GOT to me; you well know that I'm a Vault Dweller, I haven't adjusted too well to post-war conditions. Look, you're the Publisher, the Sheriff, the Grand Poobah, I can't be the first to lose it out here, I'm willing to bet you've seen it more than once. I know, I know, you made me the editor because it's a position of responsibility and that's a rare commodity these days, but I swear, Ron, that it's a one-off.

Regards,

Ed.

-EDITOR'S REPORT-

Consider the previous report non-canon; a hard enough kick in the head can keep a good man down, clearly the Wasteland can't kick hard enough: this reporter isn't out yet.

Abe and I are inside the diner, just waiting for the sun now; he's taken a seat in a corner booth, slouching into one side with the crutch in turn slouching onto him; in the shadow cast by the solitary battery lantern on the bar shows a doting sweetheart with a head on his shoulder, just a young couple like any other with nothing to do but watch life seep away.

He's decanted some of his flask into a small dish, and he periodically lifts it to his mouth, sometimes he leans over to lap at it; it's a thick, syrupy liquid that seemingly refuses to reflect the lantern's warmth; a dense mass from which no light escapes. Those were the days...
He doesn't speak, but something has put him into a state of alertness altogether unexpected (more on that later), drumming his ragged fingers on the table - recognisable rhythms, strict 4/4, Abe continues to refuse to be predictable - and throwing glances across the street.

I should elaborate on the evening's events with a clearer head. I've come to accept a few things, and one of those things is that there's a Walrus in Canterbury Commons, I'm working on the rest. I well up with terror and laughter whenever I write it.

A Walrus.

But this is why I'm out here in the field. Nothing's impossible, not anymore.

Anyway, it's simple to deduce that this was the 'catfish' that Abe's been raving about, 'big tiger' he's named it; there were tapes, back in the vault; local folklore documented by gumshoe reporters, the lake creatures, the one that got away; maybe Abe's got a score to settle with himself.

To be completely transparent with my audience, as is the duty of all reporters, upon sighting the Walrus

Walrus.

There it is again.

Upon sighting the...catfish...I was. Indisposed. So to speak.
But not Abe, everything had gone dead, and only the gentle click-pad of his step remained. He had taken a bottle of 'shine from the crate, and carried it awkwardly in his armpit. Steadying himself against the camp fence, he gradually came to crouch on his good haunch, his other leg painfully bent beneath his meagre mass. I saw him rummage in the beast's pack.

It had a pack. The Walrus. The Walrus in a lab coat.

Eventually, he returned without the 'shine; addressing me directly again he said, "that's him, that's big tiger, mah grandaddy couldn' catchim, mah daddy couldn't catch 'I'm, n' I ain't gon' catch 'im yet, y'gotta find out if a fish done wanna be kitched, gotta spend a lotta time on the water, wouldn' be the man I ams today f'it weren't fer the time on the water..."

then, he added, "the rain. the rain don't stop comin' 'til the lady come home."

In his...unique...way, that meant something. To me. The lady never comes home, the rain won't stop. So we have to live in the rain, and the rain isn't so bad, we just need to built our levees higher and get used to being wet.

We wandered back over to the diner for some food; more bad news, I found the tender slumped behind the bar, glassy-eyed. Not dead, somehow, his breath was condensing on the glass still at his lips. He seems to be trying to speak, but we can't help him, another reminder that we haven't got Abe's pills or a doctor, not even any Jet, and a man has to be desperate to turn to the Jet. Apparently a medical caravan comes through the town regularly, seems we rolled in when the tide was out. Abe's been muttering about his leg, he says it'll get heavy soon, among...other things.

A half empty bottle of 'shine stands darkly on the bar; it's the same batch, if it does that to a man, then a Walrus?

There it is again.

A Walrus.

In a Lab Coat.

I...we need to move soon.

- Sunrise

I postulate to Abe that we move out, but he responds simply, "not yet, wait for the fishy. I wanna know if he liked Abe's gift. Folks like Abe's gifts, sometimes they up n' give Abe somethin' back; n' if I needs anythin' now, it's somethin'."

I'll comply with his wishes, but I dread to think of the day ahead without a doctor. Not just for Abe's sake.

-Report ends
 

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#43 cut him lose. Flash slid off and plopped to the ground with an audible thud. His face was now covered in both his own blood and dirt. He could hear his own heart beat due to how near death he was. "You guys finally came! I knew you would come for me. You can't make a Superhero league without me!" Without saying a word #43 began leading the cow back to the helicopter. "You know Enclave is kind of an ominious name for a superhero group. You need something like TEAM LIBERTY or FREEDOM'S EAGLES or THE JUSTICE TEAM, or better yet, LIBERTY FREEDOM EAGLES TEAM OF JUSTICE. Also you guys didn't put where you are located on the posters. How is anyone supposed to find you?" The entrance to the vertabird began to close. "Where are you guys going? Oh I see your just going to drop off the Brahmin and comeback for me. When you get back i'll tell you about why i feel like there should be more individuality in the costumes!" The door shut and the Vertabird took off into the distance. Barry walked towards it and shouted, "Don't worry guys! I'll wait right here!!!"

Flash looked at what remained of the raiders. He took back his bag and pulled out three out of six of his stimpacks and injected himself. He sat down and looked up at the sky with a big childlike grin across his face. They had to come back? Didn't they?
 

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The walrus stretched, yawning.

Life was going well for him now. Relatively speaking, of course, but he hadn't been shot at for a good few days now, and was able to find a place to eat and rest his head. Still, wouldn't want to outstay his welcome. He decided it was time to move on now, but made sure he'll keep a mental note of this place. A fallback plan was never a bad idea.

He pulled himself up, smacking his lips lightly. Thirsty. He hated the hot weather, always made him thirsty. He opened his pack, rummaging through it to find one of his flasks of water. His flipper found its' way to one. Pulling it out, he unscrewed the cap.

He had already downed half of it before he realized it tasted off.

"What the...why does this taste so bad? No-one's touched my pack recently..." The walrus just sat there, trying to think why it tasted like it did. It didn't taste contaminated, more just thick. It was then that his head started to spin, and he found himself learning over. He let out a loud belch.

"Wha...what's happening?" With his best efforts, he managed to set himself level again, but his mind was finding it harder and harder to comprehend what was happening. He clumsily set himself up, and stumbled out of the tent, knocking one of the townsfolk over.

"S...sorry there." He continued to stumble, not even sure where he was going now. Maybe Udders would know what was wrong.

"Udders!" He cried "Udders! Where are you?" He managed to stumble through a tent or two before finding his companion. He thrust the container, of which almost all of its' contents had been spilled, in front of the brahmin.

"Uddfurs, wh...what did ya do to my water? Silly cow." To his surprise, the brahmin spoke back to him.

"Well dr, we thought you weren't having enough fun, so we took the liberty of making sure you'll relax. We do hope you don't mind." The walrus just laughed a little.

"A...A talking brahmin...hah."

And with that he fell over backwards, hitting the ground unconscious.
 

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So, he wanted to go to underworld then? Well, he hadn't shot at him or even drawn a gun. Hell, he'd been rather pleasant all things considered. Kind of strange but you meet all sorts. Frankly, Fishspear was extremely happy to have met such an amiable guy and was glad that he could help him. Of course, that hat was tempting...

He nodded. He could take this man to underworld. But...Fishspear pointed at Michael's hat. He hoped Michael'd get the idea. It seemed like a fair exchange to him.
 

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The mute pointed at Michael's hat, he obviously wanted it as payment for guiding him to Underworld, but he had become rather fond of it during the last 257 days and wasn't eager to part with it. But he didn't have anything else he could barter, nor any caps to give him for his services.

"Fine, you can have my hat" He said begrudgingly.

He might find another in Underworld, but it was unlikely.

"Do you have a name? Can you write?"

It was a long shot, the wasteland wasn't known for it's staggering literacy rates, he had learned to read during his Brotherhood training, but this man was probably just a common wastelander.
 

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Fishspear took the hat and examined it closely. He finally gave an approving look and stuffed it in his pack with his others.

"Do you have a name? Can you write it?"

Fishspear didn't really have a name in the traditional sense. He referred to himself as such but considering he couldn't communicate it he wasn't really sure why. He shook his head.

He thought for a moment about how to get to underworld and mapped it out in his head. It wasn't too far but they'd need to take a metro tunnel if they didn't want to walk around. Mentally deciding on an apropriate route Fishspear beckoned to Michael and started heading futher into D.C., the Washington Monument providing a good landmark.
 

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"Look, I'll make this quick! I'm willing to trust you judging by your tone. But if I go with you, my friend here comes with me!"

"I would be glad to lend you some backup in the meantime, I'm an excellent shot with this rifle. I'll even explain myself when we're safe, but no threats against my friend here!"

"Sure, whatever; let's move unless you want to be a pile of goo or ash."
"We've got four options: The Supermarket which is crawling with raiders, the Anchorage Memorial which is crawling with Mirelurks, the Metro which is crawling with who-knows what, and Dukov's place which is crawling with skeez."
"Pick something, and let's go!"
 

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"...silent... kill us. You... us... silent."

Rex recoiled. He had assumed wrong!

Brandon pulled his revolver and looked outside. After a moment, he pointed back into the cave. "You go there..." Rex slunk into the corner feeling very ashamed and worried. He wanted to whimper, but stopped himself.

Quickly, Brandon put the gun away. "Stay quiet... stay close... we..." Rex put his head down and slowly followed Brandon out of the cave. Outside, there were armor-men. The armor was all wrong - it was darker and more triangular. He must have attracted enemies!

"Hello... Sorry... my dog... mole rat. No..."

Mole rat? What mole rat? How did mole rats fit into this?! Confused again, Rex crouched on his haunches and waited for something to happen.
 

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Seeing the ominous message written in what appeared to be blood Gig was feeling sufficiently creeped out. "Don't what" he pondered it probably meant not to go inside the vault. If someone wrote out a message in blood before they died there must have been a good reason to not go inside. Just as he decided not to he saw something that completely terrified him. What looked like a small army of armored soldiers were patrolling and there was nowhere to hide inside the cave. Thinking quickly he slammed open the vault controls, the noise made alerted the soldiers who upon closer inspection appeared to be wearing Enclave Power Armor. Gig ran into the vault and hit the close mechanism. As the door was shutting and the Enclave at the mouth of the cave he shot the controls on the outside of the vault just before the door closed. Breathing heavily Gig slumps against the inside of the vault door, on the other side he could faintly hear cursing coming from who he assumed was the commanding officer. He was just relieved his luck had held out and that Power Armor did not make anyone faster. When he looked up from where he was positioned he could only think of one thing. "What the Hell!"
 

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OOC: I said I'd be doing this.

IC>>>>>

What Lucas and Marlon found was a rather husky super mutant...and he'd ralphed all over the hood of Marlon's car. He was teetering around, looking dizzy and even sick. Sick? This orange-skinned monstrosity could eat hard radiation for breakfast and human flesh for lunch! What in god's name could make HIM feel bad? Well, there was the muttering...

"Bubbly bubbly brrreeewww... Mon candard est en feu... Ooohhh whooo hoo hoo...!"

Okay, more like caterwauling, but it just goes to show that this boy was screwed up. Looked like a tough mutant overall, assault rifle on his back. What the hell was up with him?

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"I'm almost certain I know which boss you're talking about, so come on, what is this oh so important message?"

The ghoul just glared at William for a moment, then said...

"How should I know? He paid me not to read it."

With that, he handed over a sealed envelope - using a wax seal that had the letters 'GG' enscribed on it, for...gentleman ghoul - and then started to walk off.

"Later, smoothskins."

Upon reading the message, whenever he actually felt like doing so, he would see the following...

To my dear colleague William Knight,

As I'm sure you're no doubt aware, there is a growing presence of the Enclave in these areas once more. I have seen their actions over the years and can assure you that no good can come of it. Back before the war, I had heard rumors of Vault-Tec being a front for an organization, that they have been manipulating this country from the start. I could never prove it, of course, but enough circumstantial evidence led me to take measures and that led me to become the man - or should I say ghoul - I am today. That being the case, we cannot trust these people, and especially those who are like me have much to be concerned about. Even though they seem to be recruiting, their firm hatred of ghouls and super mutants remains unchanged. For the sake of all ghoul-kind, and that of a large payment for services rendered, I would ask that you meet me in the Underworld to discuss a favor worth a king's ransom...which as I said I would certainly pay for.

Yours Willingly,
Mr. Morgan Bloom


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#86: Great President Dave! The Enclave greets you and your Republic!

Sully was bearing witness to...a terrifying moment in time. He could see that this was trouble, big trouble. He could see it clearly, but Dave was being propositioned by a rather silver-tongued and diplomatically-gifted (or manipulative) member of the Enclave, buttering him up with false compliments.

Dave: The Enclave? I remember hearing that name quite a while ago, on the radio. It's hard to be sure what the Republic of Dave should think of you, though. You claimed to be owner of the land, and would not acknowledge our own independence from the world.

#86: That's an oversight of the old regime. Before the war, this land was a united group of small states that ran themselves and banded together in common cause. And we come here for the benefit of all Dave-kind. Our commander has taken special interest in the Republic of Dave, and wishes to protect the land with an alliance between our organization and your people.

Dave: My citizens, you mean.

#86: Exactly!

Dave: Just what is it that you men propose to do? What does your commander have planned?

The three of them looked at each other, and then said "Become citizens of Dave!". This...was gonna be a long day.

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EYEBOT-43545 REPORTING.....

Brotherhood of Steel Paladin sighted.
Coordinates transmitted.
Observation continues.

END OF LINE.


The display beeped at him until he paid attention to it. Still photos of a BoS member and coordinates were given. Looking at it, the pilot began to alter his course. It may seem petty to take down one Paladin with a vertibird, but they did make fools of the previous group. May as well send a few messages. Frank and compan would be getting more company soon.

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The patrol of Enclave soldiers paused when they heard a dog howling right at them, or so it seemed. Night vision determined that there was a more domesticated dog along with a man. When they walked on over, the man came to greet them in a fairly jovial manner.

"Hello there gentleman. Sorry about the barking it was just my dog who saw an mole rat. No need to be alarmed."

#107: Alarmed! Because of your dog, we'll never reach the settlement in time to stop those raiders from killing everybody! Oh, what cruel fate this life be!

There was a good three seconds before they all busted out laughing.

#107: Nah, we're just on fucking patrol, long stretches of boring with sporatic excitement in the form of shooting anything that attacks.

Now, he looked him over.

#107: You're a sturdy lad. Why not join up and settle into metal? Your chances of survival go WAY UP in an Enclave powersuit. Nothing nearly as powerful.

Uh...oh...

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Yeah, they left Barry in the dust, so to speak. And as they were flying...

#109: Who was that crazy bastard? He was dressed like a superhero and talking justice all the time.

#43: Wouldn't be the first time. I assume you boys read the report on 'The Mechanist'.

#57: Yeah, yeah... One thing that cuckoo had right, though. We have an image problem.

"Considering that the Enclave was suppose to stand for many as one, I would think that subtleties were just lost on him."

What the...? Holy shit, that was Number One on their receivers!

#43: Uhhh, sir? Have...you been listening in?

"Of course, I have. I have that right as your base commander, and certainly NOW as your main leader. I have an order for you now... Turn around and educate the crazy man about the Enclave, doing so in a manner that appears to be for great justice. He will sow the seeds of confusion among the masses and even fight for us."

#57: Sir, is that wise? He's a wastelander with delusions of granduer and super power.

"I fail to see the problem, as I have such people as FalloutBob underneath my command."

Oh. Right. Yeah, they couldn't forget about Bob. Bob tended to be a bullet train running headlong into derailment and crushing everything in his path, but was also among the mightiest in their organization, so much so that in the new regime where all are known by numbers, he is one of the few who earned the use of their names, names like: Cornelius Jack, Roberto Malcontente' The 3rd, David Davidson, and more. The vertibird actuallt did turn around and land. It opened up nearby Barry and #43 waved at him.

#43: If you're that serious about great justice, get in here.

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People began to notice that there was a passed-out walrus on the ground. What the HELL just happened here? Of course, probably nobody noticed that his drink had been tampered with, but they were gonna find out of anyone took a sniff of that stuff. That said, Dr. Crawver's mind was probably taking a trip through La-La Land... [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2sKH8yjVsM]

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Fishspear and Michael would have to get moving soon, because this WAS the DC ruins, and you know what they have there!

"I smell tastey hoo-mans..."

One mutant, thus far, carrying a nailbat. However, he could bring more trouble, easily

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And what was behind Door #1 after having avoided an Enclave patrol? Well, Gig, you win a lifetime's supply of...

[HEADING=2]"GARY!!"[/HEADING]

There was a large group of identical men standing there with Vault Suits on. They seemed quite pleased to see him, actually. Well, for now. What...the hell was going on?!
 

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"We've got four options: The Supermarket which
is crawling with raiders, the Anchorage Memorial
which is crawling with Mirelurks, the Metro
which is crawling with who-knows what, and
Dukov's place which is crawling with skeez."
"Pick something, and let's go!"

"Running from one possible firefight into another doesn't seem wise at this point." Lucy replied "Like you said, the Enclave is a much bigger concern at this point. So let's go to Dukov's place, I'm sure we can contain the situation easier there"

"So let's go!"

Lucy nodded to Vikki, opened her bag behind her back, just wide enough not to fall out but wide-enough for a nimble finger or two to grab, for easy reach to ammo for her Gauss Rifle and jogged up to the Brotherhood soldier.
 

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Dudley reacted in surprise, almost falling off of his bike when a gruff voice called out to him. He quickly grabbed his axe and looked over, in case it was a threat, but judging by the clothing on the ghoul and the fact that the guards hadn't shot him full of holes yet, he was in the clear. A grin cracked over his face at the sight of the voice belonging to a ghoul, as they were one of his favorite types of people.

"Heh, yeah, I got a bum battery. Hopin' Flak an' Shrapnel got a few micro fusion cells so I can charge this sucker up."

He leaned against the seat and crossed his arms, eying all the guards around him.

"So, judgin' by the duds and all th' mercs, I take it you're some sort'a rich guy, am I right? What do ya want with Rivet City? I'd think ya'd want Tenpenny Towers. Heard ol' Dashwood's still there..."
 

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Apologies, I got swamped yesterday, hence my lack of posting!

"Wait, just let me get my bike!" Vikki shouts, quickly clambering up the rubble she was previously on top of and dragging the bike down the small hill.

"This should be useful," she grins to both of her companions, deciding to trust the steel man since Lucy did, as she unzipped the bag on the side of the bike, revealing a pile of various energy cells held within it.

"Just in case ya know?" she smiles thinly, pulling her gun from its holster before nodding to Lucy once more, "I'm ready to leave when you are now."

We'll be slaughtered if they appear, my cousins couldn't do anything, she thinks sadly, her grip tightening on the grip of the submachine gun and holding the bike against herself with her free hand.
 

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"Alarmed! Because of your dog, we'll never reach the settlement in time to stop those raiders from killing everybody! Oh, what cruel fate this life be!" Brandon face changed to mild shock. They are kidding right? but 3 seconds laughter they all started laughing. Brandon looked very relieved. "Nah, we're just on fucking patrol, long stretches of boring with sporatic excitement in the form of shooting anything that attacks."

The enclave soldier then looked at him like he was looking at the worth of some kind of meat. Brandon felt very uncomfortable. He still urged Rex to stand down fighting 3 enclave solider from this range was suicide. You're a sturdy lad. Why not join up and settle into metal? Your chances of survival go WAY UP in an Enclave powersuit. Nothing nearly as powerful. Brandon was afraid that this might come. And walking away from these guys was not something you could do. He had to talk his way out of here. "Well I have considered it, but before I will join the enclave I have some things from my past to take care off. You see I used to gamble quite a bit and lose even more, and I have finally earned the money back. So I am going to pay my debts off first before joining the enclave. You know starting with an clean sheet and all that." He looked a bit sad while saying this.

"Well anyway I think it is about time for me to go, I still have quite some places to go to pay off my debts. But you boys keep fighting the good fight. I might even see you again one day when I am also wearing such an armor." Brandon smiled at them as he turned around. He urged Rex to follow him, he was still afraid that the Enclave would stop him and demand him to put one on now.
 

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'Great President Dave! The Enclave greets you and your Republic!'

'The Enclave? I remember hearing that name quite a while ago, on the radio. It's hard to be sure what the Republic of Dave should think of you, though. You claimed to be

owner of the land, and would not acknowledge our own independence from the world.'

'That was an oversight of the old regime-'

Fuck... The beetles, or as he now come to know them the enclave, were smarter than he had wanted.
They were playing Dave just right. Tickling his ego and dancing around his insecurities. Stiff rows of hair began to stand up in a concerned Mexican wave, he really didn't think that someone who buzzed in nonchalantly with amazing old world tech could be serious about what they said, nor would they waste time and energy on something stupid like messing with Dave's head there had to be sinister intent. Not that, he now considered it would all bad for Dave if he stayed as compliant as he was now but Sully the newly promoted envoy (what timing) didn't want to get roped in with these idiots. Placated though Dave was for now it didn't eliminate the chance of a confrontation later. Spining on his heels he turned from his place at the front of the crowd with Dave and Bob back to the women and children, trying gage their reactions as well. The only one who looked remotely as concerned as they should was Rosie. She'd always seemed just a little bit sanner than everyone else here to him, and as he was recently 'briefed' by Dave, had been the sole provider of food and trade in the republic until a few months ago. 'Perhaps... The kids should play inside for awhile... it would be rude to crowd these nice new visitors wouldn't it?' he pleaded giving here a steady and stern look to drive his point home. Shuffling with frustration at being denied their spectacle, the crowd dispersed quickly enough into the two bunk houses.
Vaguely aware of the talk of Sully turned back to the beattles to catch the last of their declaration.

'-interest in the Republic of Dave, and wishes to protect the land with an alliance between our organization and your people'

Deep...

'My citizens, you mean.'

Sinking...

'Exactly!'

Feeling...

'Just what is it that you men propose to do? What does your commander have planned?'

The three of them looked at each other, and then said "Become citizens of Dave!".

This...was gonna be a long day. Worse Sully knew it was entirely his fault. If he'd just woken earlier or... or decided to cut losses and leave without trying to wheel a deal with Dave...Actually that was a good lesson. It was time to cut loses. Clearing his conscious with a twinge of guilt for Dave's poor old family he announced, 'Well Dave, it looks like my diplomatic services won't be needed at all. Your Dave-ness continues to astound. You just went and found new powerful allies before I could even drag myself onto the road.' Dave looked quizzically at him still obviously enamored with all the respect and compliments. Making sure not to invite his input put Sully continued 'As such think I'll head onto Canterbury anyway see if I can't form other alliances eh?' Resisting the dual urges to heft his bat up across his shoulder ready for a fight and the urge to bolt out towards the highway he knew was to the east leaving all these loons in the dust he strolled toward the gate which Dave had so kindly opened for the enclave. Wishing that he could see the expressions of the enclave soldiers he pushed past he made his way out left the compound still tense noting the enclave soldiers had turned to watching him now. The snaked tounged leader of theirs raised a hand at him as if to stop. Squeezing his eyes together and pushing his luck he kept walking hoping they'd just let it go. No such luck.
'Halt! You are a civil servant of our new ally the Republic are you not?' Sully's hands skulked back down to the sides of his loosened pants careful not to disrupt either the hem of the shirt concealing or the waist band supporting his hidden ACP. Seriously though what kind of luck was this? 'If Dave allows it we might reprimand you as a show of good faith to the Republic' the beetle face prick sneered, he must have been sneering helmet be damned Sully could hear it.
Dave sat knocked senseless by all the responsibility and authority before him. He looked thoughtfully of into the distance mulling it over in what would have been a hilarious and comic fashion on a holodisc drama... This wasn't a holodisc damn it!
Scanning the area for escape routes as discreetly as he could he was met with the flat, barren wastes he knew would be there. Well flat and barren everywhere other than the hole he'd left and the still manned vertibird idling along casually.

If this was karma he had no idea what he'd done to earn it. Was it the boy he'd watched Ule kill all those years ago? If it was it he thought that it was about time the wasteland gave that shtick up and forgave him already. Resigned to his seat amongst the rock and hard place he supposed that if this was a bad turn there must surely be a good one floating around somewhere. Surely!
 

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"Oh you son of a *****." Marlon hissed, glaring at the mutant with barely concealed fury. He half turned towards Simms, keeping his eye on the mutant and reaching one hand slowly towards his laser rifle.

"Say sheriff, I don't rightly know what your policy on the big muties is, but that big ol' sack of rads looks to me like he's outta his goddamn mind." He smiled. "If you want that freak to disappear, just say the word..." The smile widened just a little bit.

"I'd be happy to turn that creep to ash." The biggest upside of all of this, aside from a little retribution for the car, heavy handed and disproportionate though it may be, is that it'd be a prime opportunity to demonstrate the kind of tech you could expect to buy from the Van Graff family. Mama always said it never hurt to advertise.

By now he had the laser rifle in his hands and was quietly looking down the barrel at the mutant.

"Just say the word sheriff....Just say the word. Maybe before he decides to use that rifle?"
 

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"Wait, just let me get my bike!" Vikki's voice rang out.

I figured the bike belonged to her.

Lucy walked over to Vikki in case she needed help, using this opportunity to get out of earshot of the Brotherhood guy. She proceeded to whisper to Vikki while Lucy pretended to inspect the bike "Look, Vikki, I'm sorry about that guy and I don't like this any more than you do." "That guy is Brotherhood of Steel, they have a massive hard-on for pre-war tech and a racist attitude"

Lucy's expression darkened for a moment but rose with a reassuring smile. "Judging by his urgency, we can trust him and get some answers when we're safe. Besides, an extra set of eyes will help"

Before Lucy turned around, she said one last thing to Vikki before smiling " I won't forget how you tried to protect me earlier. I got your back first and foremost, V."

When Vikki was done, Lucy turned to the Brotherood soldier "We're all good here, Let's get to Dukov's Place, it's just behind Anchorage memorial if I remember it right."
 

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William finished reading the letter, it looked genuine, Bloom's seal, his handwriting and his obvious incentive of large amounts of money. William also noted that Morgan Bloom spent most of the letter writing about himself until any details of actual work needed doing, then it became 'we'. Still, at least Bloom bothered to be polite.

William wanted to investigate the Enclave, now he had a lead, 'Underworld, can't get there on the bike, I'll have to leave it on the outskirts and walk in. Underworld, it would be nice to see Sydney again. It shouldn't be too hard to remember the way in, what about Tom Nevets?'

"Tom, something has come up and now I'm definitely going to be heading for DC, I know you wanted to stay away but if you change your mind, I will have headed for Underworld. It's a ghoul town and you won't have much trouble finding it if you ask around, I set off in the morning."
 

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"Running from one possible firefight into another doesn't seem wise at this point." Lucy replied "Like you said, the Enclave is a much bigger concern at this point. So let's go to Dukov's place, I'm sure we can contain the situation easier there"

"So let's go!"

"Wait, just let me get my bike!" Vikki shouts, quickly clambering up the rubble she was previously on top of and dragging the bike down the small hill.

"We're all good here, Let's get to Dukov's Place, it's just behind Anchorage memorial if I remember it right."
The choice of Dukov's place slightly displeased Frank, as he would rather just slaughter the market full of raiders, stay the night at a place that had ample supplies and bedding, then move on to Megaton which was in that direction anyways. Especially since there were rumors of a Van Graff trying to set up shop there, and those guys are never a good thing.
Besides; Dukov had gotten a lot weirder since Cherry ran out on him, but he'd prefer to maintain the trust of these girls, as they warranted investigation.
He ran off with rather startling speed for someone wearing power armor.
"Keep up with me if you can!"
 

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Tom couldn't imagine why William would want to go to DC, but he assumed it was a personal matter, and Tom wouldn't ask. On the positive side, if Tom ever found himself in DC, he would have a friend there. "Suit yourself." he said with a shrug. He reached into his backpack and retrieved two raw potatoes. He tossed one to Bucky, who caught it in his mouth, and took a bite out of the other one. It wasn't tasty, but it was certainly better than starvation. "Hows about we get to bed. I think we'll both want an early start tomorrow."
 

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"MAAACAAAVOOOYY!!! Wheerrre aaarrre yyyoooouuu...?!"

Damn. That was the last thing Cassie needed. Her basic gear always had her standing toe to toe with any human, but she wasnt fit to take on a super mutant. Though the thrill of the challenge did slowly take over her mind, she tried to play it smart.

Cass injected herself with a stimpack and ran to the window she recently shot out. She carefully hung out of the side and lowered herself down to the second story window, trying desperately to kick it open without making to much noise.

The moment she got in, she tried to member the position of the sniper that she first encounter. The weapon would be to the right of her. The distance it would put between her and that mutant would be well worth reaching it. She just had to hope he wouldn't her when she snuck out to get it.
 

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William agreed with Tom, it was best not to lose daylight. Settling down to sleep, he looked up at the sky and the stars and wondered if someone, somewhere was doing the same thing. Perhaps another one of the Anver survivors was looking at the same stars, somewhere else. The wasteland had a habit of swallowing people up, it was easy to discard an old life and turn up in a town as just another stranger with nothing but the clothes you wore and two stories, an old one never to be told and a new one to be learned.

Anver didn't matter though, that was an old life, everyone had died, even those who had lived walked alone as separate people.

William cast those thoughts out of his mind and remembered as much as he could about the DC layout. 'Might as well head to Rivet City, leave the bike there and travel upriver. Find the quickest metro tunnel to get to Museum Station and make it to Underworld.
 

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The man had asked for his hat, his hat! But he wasn't wearing it. Instead he shoved it unceremoniously into his bag. It was Michaels favourite hat, he bought got it a few days after traders had discovered him laying unconsciously on the ground. Apart for Brahmin it was the only constant he had, it gave him a sense of identity and this man had shoved it into his bag without a backward glance. He could get it back when he reached underworld, maybe he could barter some ammo for some caps and buy it off him.

He was being lead in the direction of a tall white pillar that ended in a point, parts had fallen off exposing the hollow interior.

"Are you sure this is the right way? I don't like being so exposed, what if there are super mutants?"
 

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"...your dog... raiders... killing! ...!" Rex understood nothing of it, but it made Brandon turn pale. Rex bristled a bit, ready to pounce if told. Then, everyone burst out laughing.

Wat.

"..."

These armored ones used big words that Rex didn't understand. With no facial cues to go by, he continued to sit, growing anxious.

The armored one suddenly seemed to lean in towards Brandon, examining him. Brandon clearly didn't like it, but placed his hand on Rex's snout when he tried to growl.

"You're..."

Gah! SPEAK NORMAL! GAH!

Brandon turned pale again, this time for real. He began to talk in a trembling voice.

"...I... "

Again, Rex understood nothing. He didn't like these armored folk. At least he could see Brandon's face though... he was totally faking a sad look. Rex quickly realized that Brandon was lying through his teeth to gain favor, so he threw in a whimper of his own.

"...I... me... go, I... fighting... fight. I... armor."

Brandon smiled at them as he turned around and beckoned at Rex to re-enter the cave. He still looked as tense as hell, though.

The armored one spoke again, and Brandon seized up. "...goodbye... luck."

They trudged off.

Brandon relaxed so hard he nearly fell clean over.
 

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Michael appeared somewhat dismayed by the trade and Fishspear could sort of understand not wanting to lose a hat. He certainly didn't. He didn't empathise quite enough to consider giving it back though.

"Are you sure this is the right way? I don't like being so exposed, what if there are super mutants?"

Surely this guy understood he could only answer yes or no, right? The kinds of questions that couldn't be answered like that tended to frustrate Fishspear seeing as how he couldn't really respond.

He nodded first. This was definetly the right way. The second question...well there would almost certainly be super mutants around. The place was crawling with them. But Michael didn't seem terribly stealthy and his brahmin not at all. Was there a way to circumvent them?

He couldn't say. They tended to move around a bit. There was no sure way to avoid them. Sticking to the metro wasn't necessarily preferable seeing as how there'd just be ghouls there instead. Although, they were generally easier to kill and seeing as how there were two of them and sneaking was out that might just be a good idea. He stopped a moment to consider the route and planned out a different one that, while slightly longer would confine them almost entirely to the metro.

He set off on this divergent path, looking back to check Michael was still with him. He was headed down an alley so hopefully this would quell his compunctions about being exposed.
 

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Barry sat there and began to realized he had been ditched by the superhero team he had dreamed of joining for an entire...what?...23 hours now? This was the longest Barry had been focused on something, besides fighting crime, in his entire existence. He brushed himself off, got up, and turned around. Suddenly he could hear a loud propeller sound behind him. He turned back to see a landing Vertabird. The entrance opened and number 43 said, "If you're that serious about great justice, get in here."

A massive smile stretched across his face. "I KNEW YOU GUYS WOULD COME BACK FOR ME! Didn't doubt it for a second. You guys would never ditch me in the middle of nowhere with no weapon and take my only option for food!"

The Enclave soldier stared at him with complete and utter contempt for a solid 20 seconds, not that Barry could see that due to the whole mask thing. "Are you going to get in or what?" 43 said trying to hold back the hatred in his voice.
"Of course!" Barry ran into the Vertabird and threw himself into the available space. The Vertabird took off into the sky. Its dark form created an ominous looming effect over the area. The soldiers sat silently making it hard to distinguish between them. It was as if they were one. "Hey, you guys want to read my comics?"
 

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"I don't want him with us longer than we need him," Vikki mutters before hearing Lucy telling her that she has her back too.

"Good, we'll always be safe then," she grins, happy that they both would protect each other.

"Anchorage? Yay! We get to deal with miralurks!" she mutter sarcastically checking her gun, ensuring that it would fire properly, "lets get going then, its not safe to travel at night around here."
 

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"Wait, what?...Mirelurks?" Lucy hated those things, they were creepy and unpredictable. Lucy visibly shuddered. Well this was embarrassing...again. Brave girl braving the wasteland with her Gauss Rifle creeped out by Mirelurks. Yeah, I'm a shining example of stalwart bravery thought Lucy.

Sheepishly Lucy called out to the Brotherhood guy "I-I changed my mind. Let's go to the market instead. We have the drop on them, we have superior firepower, it's also a good place to bunker down and get supplies"

Plus I wouldn't mind taking down some raiders with sheer glee.

"Mirelurks creep me out, don't judge me" Lucy grimaced at Vikki. "Let's go."

Lucy ran up to the Brotherhood guy's side, making her way to the the market, rifle ready in hand, mentally preparing for an attack.
 

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"I-I changed my mind. Let's go to the market instead. We have the drop on them, we have superior firepower, it's also a good place to bunker down and get supplies"
With a heavy sigh of relief, Frank changed directions and began to run to the market. He didn't want to have to deal with Dukov calling him "Tin Can" and inquiring if he could "Keep the pieces of ass your brought with you".
"All right, but we don't have time for you to change your answer again!"
As Frank came up on the market he saw the raider patrol outside.
[Perception]They appeared to be four of them, armed with a 10mm. Pistol, a Sawed-off, a hunting rifle, and a sledgehammer; all in bad condition.
This would be a cakewalk.
Frank charged in, shrugging off the hail of gunfire, shooting the one with the shotgun in the torso, and punching through the head of the one with the hunting rifle.
Frank chuckled. Even if the girls did turn out to be useless, this would still be all too easy.
 

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"Good night, man." Tom said as he lay down on his bed roll. Bucky curled up beside him. Once he woke up, he would continue down the road until he got to a town. Surly someone there would know how to get to Boston without going through DC, or at least have a map. But Tom decided he would worry about it later.

Tom woke up just as the sun was creeping over the horizon. He could feel the distinctive head ache that came when ever Steven was close to taking charge. Tom would have liked to sleep a little bit more, but there was no use in just laying there at that point. Looking around, he saw that William was still asleep. 'Cause he's not plagued by these stupid headaches. Tom thought with some envy. Dismissing these feelings, Tom started rolling up his bed roll and packing his things back into Buckys saddle bag when William stirred. "Oh jezz." he said. "Sorry if I woke you."
 

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"Mirelurks are weird, I'm not judging you," Vikki smiles blankly, "I don't like them either, they killed a few of my cousins quite easily, they're scary!"

"I wonder if we'll find any goodies in the market!" she asks herself, quickly wheeling the bike to catch up with the BoS paladin and Lucy.

Watching the steel man taking down a couple of the raiders himself, Vikki's jaw dropped.

"I'm glad he's on our side," she whispers to Vikki, "he could kill us both really quickly!"

The raider with the sledgehammer rushed towards Vikki who responded in the way she was taught, dropping the bike on its side as soon as she registered the attacker and pulling the sword from its sheath.

Due to its size and sharpness, the blade tore straight into the raiders stomach as he ran forward, soundlessly, his mouth flapped open and the sledge slipped from his hands, landing with a huge thunk as it hit the concrete below them. Vikki quickly pulls the blade sideways from his stomach, allowing the body to fall straight to the floor, his last breaths fading quickly.
 

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Lucy caught a glimpse of the Brotherhood soldier shoot one raider in the torso followed by punching another through his head.

Holy shit, I'm glad he's on our side, Lucy noted.

"I'm glad he's on our side," Vikki whispered to Lucy, "he could kill us both really quickly!"

Smirking in reply, as if Vikki read her mind.

One raider started rushing towards Vikki and another raider with a 10mm pistol turned his attention on Lucy.

Lucy dive rolled to the side to put some distance between her and Vikki, emerging with her rifle ready with practiced precision, already having her shot instinctively lined up, she sent a shot ringing into the pistol-wielding raider's head, completely obliterating it and taking a huge chunk of his upper torso to boot.

"Jackpot!" Lucy retorted to the what was left of the raiders corpse, followed by openly smiling in a sadistic manner, she had no qualms over killing raiders. Scum of the wasteland...

Lucy heard an audible thunk not too far from her, she glanced over and watched a gutted raider fall to the floor. Vikki wielded a sword with ease and grace.

"Definitely glad she's on my side" Lucy thought
 

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-EDITOR'S JOURNAL-

Sunrise has come and gone, and Abe isn't having any of it; he's intent on waiting for the...seabeast. Of course, his energy seems to be flagging, his head sagging and his blinks growing farther apart.

I managed to find the key to the fridge on the tender, at least we can e-

Sudden development!

There appears to be a town militia - I write militia because they're armed, not mercs though, they'd have shot at us already - gathering in the street.

Something is about to hit the fan.

Full report to follow.
 

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After he slaughtered one, and injured another the raiders decided to try attacking the people who weren't wearing a tank, it ended poorly for them.
[Perception] A vertibird was close, coming from the west.
[Intelligence] Judging from its height as it was descending, it had come from somewhere very far west. This would warrant investigation later, but for now there were more pressing matters.
Frank ran towards the entrance, stopping only to execute the raider he shot.
"And let's see what's behind door #1!"
 

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Raiders always reminded Lucy too much of the slaughter of her settlement...and her Dad's death. She vowed to show anyone that live their live's preying on others the same fate. While this would distress most people, this only made Lucy more determined to fight.

Lucy noticed the Brotherhood soldier focused on the sky for a moment before turning towards the entrance to the market.

She could faintly hear the sound of aircraft wings. Must be the vertibird he mentioned, if that's the case, we have no time to waste.

"And let's see what's behind door #1!"

Lucy readied her rifle, got up and moved to the opposite side of the doorway where he was standing. She rested her hand on one door handle, silently nodding at him, signalling that she was ready to burst in with him at his side.
 

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Frank slammed open the door, and burst inside.
[Perception]There appeared to be at least 10 raiders inside with varying weaponry, more were probably in other sections.
"Violence is on sale!"
Frank charged at the largest cluster of raiders, (3 were grouped together) shooting an isolated one on his way.
"Clean up in aisle 5!"
 

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The door was slammed open and the Brotherhood soldier charged on ahead at a small group of raiders.

"Violence is on sale!"

Lucy heard a shot fired from him

"Clean up in aisle 5!"

Lucy smiled widely, this guy is really funny

Lucy decided to take the opposite end of the market, deciding it would be best to take down anyone that decided to flank us. A lone raider came running around the corner in a panic, his torso was ripped to shreds by my rifle before he even laid his eyes on me.

Taking cover behind a nearby counter to reload, Lucy peeked over the counter and spotted two more raiders, one with a 10mm SMG and another with a hunting rifle. Prioritizing her targets, she neatly destroyed the raider's head with the hunting rifle.

"Time to weather the storm" Lucy growled, she ducked under cover as the other raider decided to suppress her with the SMG. Luckily, he emptied his magazine and was scrambling to reload.

Lucy stashed her Gauss Rifle under the counter, not having time to reload.

She burst out of cover, adrenaline and anger flooding her mind, she grabbed the nearby deceased raider's hunting rifle and smashed his head with the butt of the rifle.

"Haven't you heard about pacing!?" Lucy gave a sadistic smile

Lucy followed by ramming him into the wall with all her strength and savagely beating his head in with the rifle until his head was clearly caved in.

Lucy retreated back to cover, retrieved her Gauss Rifle, reloaded and slowly caught her breath...waiting to ambush anymore raiders that come this way.
 

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[Perception]Frank heard the familiar pop of a gauss rifle behind him, the girl had things relatively covered on her end, but he didn't hear the mutant girl. He would rather she not stay outside, get killed and draw the Enclave in here, but if it came to that, at least he had a few good bottleneck points to get the Enclave at.
Can't worry about that now though.
Frank began punching through the group of raiders. It always amazed him that they decided to fight back instead of flee in terror. Maybe the radiation had messed up their fight/flight response.
"Everything must go!"
 

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"Oh jeez, sorry if I woke you."

"No, no it's good that I'm up. I need to get going, every moment of daylight counts." William stood up and retrieved his pack, taking out a box of sugar bombs and casually consuming the contents.

"Well, I suppose this is goodbye, for now." Said William, knowing that he may never again see Tom Nevets. 'How many people have come and gone? There have been dozens of people out in the wasteland I met that I haven't seen since. People I know are walking out of my life as suddenly as they entered.' William buckled his sword belt around his waist and gave a nod to Tom Nevets. 'The sun rises in the east, it is morning so head towards the sun and stay on the road, pre war signs for DC will show me the way.' Mounting his motorbike, he slowly rode down the slope and rejoined the road, picking up speed.
 

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Wait, where's Vikki? Lucy didn't stop to check where she was earlier. She started to get slightly worried.

Lucy peeked over the counter again. No signs of raiders on this side, but she could hear a few voices on the other side of the room. Are they cowering in fear or are they setting up a choke point? Yeah, like a bunch of idiots hooked on jet are even going to remotely think tactically.

Lucy remembered Vikki wielding the sword earlier and called out to her "V! We're doing pretty fine in here, but we don't want to steal all the fun!" Lucy laughed "So get in here!"

Lucy noted the bathrooms to her left and she heard a faint murmur in there. No raider is getting out here alive.

"Hmm, slightly cramped, not ideal for my rifle" Lucy looked around, spotting the nearby dead raiders, she started searching for any notable weapons.

"Jackpot!" Lucy exclaimed as she picked a Combat Knife off the guys body and it was kept in pretty good condition too, a little dirty but whatever. I'll keep it.

Newly found knife in hand, Lucy quietly made her way to the solitary murmuring coming from the bathrooms...
 

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AH! The wind in his face and hair was a glorious feeling. William pushed his bike to higher speeds just to experience the rush of being free and fast. It would take him a full day to reach Rivet City and probably cost him another fission battery. That didn't matter though, all that mattered right now was the bike and the road. William thought he must look rather dashing and handso - 'Less vanity more concentration! The roads are reasonably clear but one late turn around a derelict car and that is it. You will be stuck on foot.'

William was glad he hadn't gotten distracted by his own creeping vanity, for he saw an Enclave Eyebot coming towards him down the road. 'Not going to be intact for much longer!' William drew his sword, still on the bike and charging towards the eyebot. Coming up alongside it now he slashed at it like a knight on horseback, slicing the thing in two. Giving a slight laugh, William realised he was actually enjoying himself for once.

In fact, William was in high spirits for the many hours his journey to Rivet City took. After a long days ride, feeling rather sore, William sauntered up to the connecting bridge and crossed to reach the city within a ship, 'Not bad for an uneventful day, but tomorrow will be much less carefree.' Thought William as the heavy metal door to the marketplace closed behind him.
 

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#43 shook his head and said, "Nobody wants to rea"
#57 cut him off by saying, "You have comic books?"
Barry responded, "Yeah I have a bunch in my supply bag."
"Why do you care 57," #47 said flustered.
"Me and my dad used to read those together," #57 said filled with nostalgia
#109 added, "Huh, I have never come across one. I don't have a strong idea of what one is like."
"Here have this one," Barry said tossing him a copy of "Grognak The Barbarian: In the Lair of the Virgin Eater". Number #109 looked at the cover and began thumbing through it.
"So, what are we doing?" Flash said curiously
"We are on a beef run. Two vertabirds are assigned to gathering Brahmin every day. One actually picks them up and the other waits halfway between the general search area and Home Base. When the Vertabird on search duty finds one it flies it back to the other one. Then that Vertabird rolls on back to Home Base and dumps it off before returning to its wait point. Anyways, we have one more Brahmin left to find," #53 responded leaning back in his seat. The pilot yelled back, "I spotted one!" The Vertabird began to land...just outside of Megaton. The back hatch opened and they saw a young man sitting next to his Brahmin. Number 43 stepped out and said, "Sir, today is your lucky day. You get to donate your brahmin to the Enclave for the better of all humanity."
The young man looked at him for a few seconds before tactfully telling him to "Screw off." The young man then pulled out his 44. magnum. It was at this point that #43 realised that this young man was prepared to fight. "Kid, I see that you think you are going to take on the world because you got a big, compensating for something, gun. But you see I am a well trained soldier with a gun that turns people to ash on contact who is tired and pissed off that you arent letting him do his job. So how about you put your toy down before the big boy here makes you into a stain across the outer wall of this town."
The kid did not back down. He was just plainly suicidal. The kid fired his gun into #43. It bounced off of his shoulder and hit the floor. "Ha, Big mistake kid," #43 said pressing the plasma rifle between the dumb kid's eyes. Barry sprinted over and slammed young man in the face with a nasty right hook. The kid stumbled back and took a swing which Barry ducked with ease before slamming him with an uppercut that took him a couple inches off of the ground. The young man laid on the ground and blacked out.
"Fair enough," #43 said leading the Brahmin into the Vertabird.
 

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[Perception] Frank could see some more raiders in his vicinity, and noticed the girl going towards the bathroom. Should be fine.
He ran towards them to beat them into a fine jelly, hitting some buttons on his shoulder to turn on GNR and get the news and some music.
"What's up wastelanders?! It's me; 3 Dog, awooo! Coming to you taped from Galaxy News Radio! Seems we've got a bit of news, just listen to this:"
Frank was enjoying fighting the raiders, but he wished they were more of a challenge.
"Little Dorothy may have lost her home, but she has met a brainless scarecrow, and a heartless tin-man along the way. Don't that sound nice children? Guess that means they'll be going to megaton to meet up with the cowardly Lion who's looking to setup shop there. Then maybe they'll follow that old yellow brick road down to oz, where they can reveal that the Enclave is actually being run by a feeble old man!"
Frank wiped some of the blood off of his armor.
Frank wondered who would be the wicked witch in this scenario and headed down to the pharmacy.
 

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"Heh, yeah, I got a bum battery. Hopin' Flak an' Shrapnel got a few micro fusion cells so I can charge this sucker up."

Morgan: Well, it appears that they will be opening shortly.

The sounds of people getting to work could be heard...

"So, judgin' by the duds and all th' mercs, I take it you're some sort'a rich guy, am I right? What do ya want with Rivet City? I'd think ya'd want Tenpenny Towers. Heard ol' Dashwood's still there..."

Morgan: Very astute of you, good sir! I am, indeed, a 'rich guy' as you so eloquently put it. My name is Morgan Bloom, and I am a man - or ghoul, rather - of business. These are my associates, paid most handsomely to protect me and my investments in these dastardly times. As for Tenpenny Tower, that really isn't my sort of Locale. True, I've stayed there, and I do remember Dashwood most fondly, but he has left and I for one do not blame him. He resides elsewhere these days, and I wish him the best. Ah, but look at me talking when there's business to be done. For lo, the marketplace doth open before us! Onward, gentlemen! We have much work to do!"

He pointed forwards in a most heroically ghoulish manner, and pressed forwards as the place opened up. Now, Dudley could do business as need-be. Morgan Bloom only stopped to call back.

Morgan: If you should ever need work or have some business transaction to partake in yourself, by all means contact me!

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The Enclave, demanding that he suit up in one of their powersuits unwillingly? Come on, what sort of dolt would armor you up at gunpoint and shove a high-powered energy weapon in your hands to boot? That doesn't even make sense! You'd have to be an absolute idiot to force an unwiling party to arm up in something better than what they've got, because then retaliations would be a whole lot easier.

#107: Should you change your mind, or in fact need some sort of help with those debts, the Enclave can most likely give a hand.

Once Brandon was far enough away and out of hearing range...

#107: Get an Eyebot on that guy. Nothing too close. Just make it look like it's conducting surveilance.

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Sully had been roped into this, and now he might well be stuck to it, on account of three powersuited personnel implying that - in the name of Dave - he would find it most disadvantageous to be leaving. This being said, the other two Enclave soldiers were now watching him at that rock while #86 spoke to Dave. None of them had drawn weapons yet, but you know those things could be out fast. Dave, of course, didn't notice the subtle: He didn't get the subtext that they might be prepared to end Sully if he misbehaved. Instead...

#86: Dave, I'll tell you. Our commanding officer determined that the people of the wasteland would recognize our lawful right to the land outside of the immediate Republic...if we all joined in a recognized territory. The Enclave would therefore register for citizenship, and the New Republic would be born around the old.

Dave: The New Republic? Just how many of your members are in on this?

#86: Lots of them, LOTS. We want to follow the words and leadership of Dave, and as such we will expand and empty that little town south of here and move in.

Dave: The Deathclaws, you mean? Hard work, but if you're willing...

#86: But first, the election. We've heard that the Republic is a Democracy, that you vote for your leader on occasion.

Dave: That's true, but we held one not long ago.

#86: Missed it by that much. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPwrodxghrw] But this would be for the New Republic. Gotta make it official, Dave. Procedure is VERY important to the Enclave.

Dave: But wouldn't your group just elect its own leader?

#86: Oh, I wouldn't worry. We're voting for Dave!

Dave's eyes lit up. They got 'im. He was now believing in an army of powersuited soldiers actually following Dave. Said Dave invited the soldier into his office to process himself and his 'co-workers'. The other two waited for him to be gone...and then snerked and guffawed for a moment.

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Lucy, Vikki, and Frank made their rounds, taking down raiders while a vertibird was indeed on approach to the area. Too bad they'd been killing everything in their path and all. There was nothing to stop the Eyebot from wandering in and giving telemetry. But meanwhile, Frank found a drugged-upraider taking Buffout and leaping at him with a chainsaw. And Lucy...found a tied-up ghoul in the bathroom, muttering incoherently.

Ghoul: Tramzallah booga maka-waka boom boom bury my soul the sky is falling...

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"Say sheriff, I don't rightly know what your policy on the big muties is, but that big ol' sack of rads looks to me like he's outta his goddamn mind. If you want that freak to disappear, just say the word..."

Lucas: I noticed. I'm not sure I like that.

"Just say the word sheriff....Just say the word. Maybe before he decides to use that rifle?"

Lucas: I think you should get 'im to disarm. Never seen a mutant sick of anything a'fore now. I think it's important. He-

"Rabble-babble-bleblelbleble!"

FSSHWWOCK!!

Agh! What the hell happened?! An...An...AN ARM JUST GREW OUT OF THAT MUTANT"S STOMACH!! The mutant was going into convulsions as the flesh of his body swelled and contorted weirdly, and now there were random fingers and hands growing out of him!

"BWAH-BWAH-BWAH-BWAH-BWAAAH!!"

Lucas had his gun out already, and fuck it, he was shooting!

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Macavoy's residence was getting trashed downstairs by a drunken mutant as Cass tried to stealthfully get to the second floor from higher up unnoticed. On a normal day, because of the noise, this would work out perfectly. On this day, however, something different happened...

"MMMRRRRAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!!"

The mutant downstairs let out an agonizing roar...and suddenly parts of the house began to shake as the mutant tumbled around loudly. The sound of things breaking and wood snapping would be heard as...well...Cass would be able to see through a small hole in the floor. That mutant was more disfigured than usual, with alot of external muscling. Oh, and it was twice the normal size of a normal mutant, bashing around in confined space. This house was goin' down and SOON!

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William managed to get to Rivet City alright, and somewhere in this marketplace was Dudley, funnily enough. And- Hang on... Weren't those some of Bloom's men at that- HEY! He IS here! He looked to be negotiating something in the market RIGHT NOW!

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Meanwhile, with Tom, Bucky Ratt was taking him along now that he had split from William. However, he was now snuffling the ground and going...well...faster! Where the hell was he off to in such a hurry?! Unless...oh no... No, no no no no no... It can't be. Not NOW!

[sub]Mating Season.[/sub]

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Michael and Fishspear had diverted into the metro, where there would probably be ghouls and there would possibly be other things... Well, here's the GOOD news. What they found along the way was alot of DEAD ghouls. What they DID find was that there was something glowing blue and coming...towards them. It looked like it was on two legs, and made a sound like- Oh, that's not good. I believe these are a rare and very irradiated version of a Mirelurk...called a Nukalurk. That's...not good.

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For the record, #57's Melee skill went up with the reading of comics. Now, they had just secured yet another Brahmin, and it looked to be that they were heading back to...base, perhaps? It seemed as much, because they were heading at all speed West now.

#43: You're a very lucky man, red. Our leader wants to have a word with you, in person. Weird fucking thing, but he's the boss. Better not disappoint the man. Number One doesn't like disappointments.

This was gonna be interesting... It took 'em a bit of a while, moving due west as maximum speed. Even still, the Vertibird was a glorified helicopter, not a jet. It was more maneuverable, but it wasn't too much faster than an ordinary pre-war chopper. That said, they did finally come upon the place... It was a large military base, one whose crumbling old walls were fortified by Enclave field camp armor-walls, auto-turrets, and mortar launchers. Up until their coming in for a landing, the numerous soldiers down there were like little black ants. Then, as they came in closer, you could see what was up: Outdoor training exercises. The general layout was that there was one main building - the one leading to the gold vault - and a few crumbly buildings nearby and still within the perimeter serving as barracks or something. Outside the perimeter was exactly one building that looked like someone had stacked random rubble together to make it, though it was at least two stories. War must've been tough on it.

#43: This is the our base, Fort Knox.

The rear door opened and the men escorted out their Brahmin and Barry. Then, from out of nowhere, there would be this heavy THUD, like something hitting the ground hard, and out from behind the Vertibird came...a tall figure. He had to be seven feet tall at least and donned in some kind of superior powersuit with red eyes and red energetic tracelines, like you would see in Tron or Zone of the Enders. This tall figure walked up to our boy and spoke.

"So, at last we meet, Flash. I've been watching you, and I like what I see. My name is Number One, and I believe you and I can help each other."

I'm leaving the business with Abe and Dr. Crawver go for now because the doc needs to post.
 

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Frank finally saw something that looked like it would pose a moderate threat, a very large raider with a very large chainsaw. Big enough that it actually looked like it would hurt.
"Hello children! Three Dog here, awooo! Coming at you with some news!"
Frank and the raider charged at each other, but Frank liked to rig his bets.
"As if super mutants weren't enough, I'm getting reports that some of the Frankensteins are changing."
*Bang, bang, bang, click, click click* Frank unloaded on the raider's main arm, causing him to stumble and drop his weapon.
"These "Duper Mutants" are a lot tougher than the regular kind, do not fight them. Run, hide, or hope they're stupid enough to fall for it when you tell them to "Look over there!", but for the love of Atom, God, or whoever, don't fight them."
Frank took his advantage while he had it, raining blows upon the raider. He probably would be better off with some good ol' Mentats freshness instead of the buffout.
Home, the Brotherhood... Frank wondered how the Brotherhood was handling this situation, Duper mutants and Enclave. When it rains it pours. At least the very valuable chainsaw didn't get messed up in the fight.
 

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"Should you change your mind, or in fact need some sort of help with those debts, the Enclave can most likely give a hand." Brandon smiled at them. "I will be sure to remember that." Brandon turned back his normal expression returned, he seemed very relieved. Brandon walked back into the old cave, and saw that the enclave soldiers were discussing something. That wouldn't be good, on the other hand they could be talking about something else. When in the cave he petted Rex on his head, Brandon relaxed even further and his legs began to shake, he sat down against the wall the adrenaline still pumping through his body.

He looked at Rex, he then sat straight up he pointed at the enclave soldiers. "Not friends. Those enclave soldiers are not our friends, remember that." Brandon pointed at himself and Rex "very good friends" and then at the enclave soldiers. "Not friends." He looked at the dog with a smile after that as he petted him some more. Still after meeting them it was best to spend the night indoors, even if he disliked the thought they didn't really have a choice. Brandon stood up after a minute his body had stopped trembling at this point. He petted Rex some more and then they started walking.

Brandon and Rex were traveling to the nearest town, Brandon knew for a fact that there had to be an hotel or an inn. Upon entering the village he found 3 militia looking people they only had handguns and leather armor. Brandon lifted his hands up in the air and ordered Rex to stand down, it was clear that these people were more scared then they were. "We are not raiders, my dog and I here are simple travelers looking for a place to spend the night." The militia lowered their guns after a short discussion. A 40 year war veteran looking man stepped forward. "My name is Jack and this is the village called Mole rat town."

Brandon was confused for a moment before he saw a couple of mole rats in a fence 60 meters away. Brandon smiled as he grabbed Jacks hand. "My name is Brandon and my friends name here is Rex." Jack seemed relieved and said. "Well I am happy to hear that you aren't hostile, well we have a general good shops over there and a small hotel over there. Have a good one Brandon." Jack tipped his hat as he walked back to the militia. The militia seemed very relieved and they all returned to their homes.

Brandon was also relieved as he walked into the village. He entered the general goods store and found that they had allot of supplies here. Allot of weapons, ammo, and food. It was very surprising that the militia seemed so badly armed while the general goods store seemed loaded. Still it wasn't Brandon's place to go asking such questions, instead he asked for some food and a discussion started between Brandon and the trader. Who was asking a very high price, Rex saw an few very shiny things around the very big store. Brandon and the trader seemed distracted, the amount of goods in they store made Brandon suspected that they sold allot of goods to the enclave.
 

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Lucy edged closer to the doorway of the bathroom, it was clear by the incoherent mumbling and occasional groaning from behind the door that someone or something was inside. Ready to put her new blade to use, she slowly opened the door hoping to get the drop on whoever was inside.

"Tramzallah booga maka-waka boom boom bury my soul the sky is falling.."

Peering into the room, Lucy located the source of the noise. It was a ghoul, tied-up, wearing a ripped business suit and surrounded by more Jet than she's ever seen in her life.

This guy must have been these raiders personal science experiment. That suit looked expensive, he was either a businessman or a wealthy trader.

Remembering Vikki and Lucy's destination to The Underworld and the mention of her cousins, she reckoned Vikki wanted to speak with him when all this was over.

Lucy closed the door behind her, put her Gauss Rifle in the makeshift holster that she made out of straps onto her leg and decided to cut the poor guy's restraints.

"I'm not going to hurt you, ok? I'm just going to cut you loose" The ghoul stopped muttering and went stiff as soon as he felt her touching him.

Once Lucy was done with cutting off his restraints, he propped himself up against the wall and shouted at Lucy "SUGAR CUBES!? Don't you dare talk back to your mother that way!"

Huh.

"Mommy even baked you a cake!" The ghoul pointed at a nearby toilet overflowing with shit.

"I- what...look, you're extremely high right now, you just need to calm down" Lucy was baffled, she knew simple reasoning was not going to help, but it's all she could come up with.

The ghoul suddenly lurched forward and kissed her, or tried to, lack of lips and all...

"Gross! The fuck is wrong with you!?" Lucy was more concerned about finding some battery acid to wash out her mouth after that.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Such a soft kitty you are." He proceeded to hump her leg furiously

At this point, he stopped, straightened an imaginary tie and started to openly urinate while pointing at the wall "You would be wise to heed my warning, BRAHMIN!"

Sure enough, on the wall scrawled in what looked and smelled like shit, three lines were written:

"The raydee-ay-shin is a lie"
"The raydee-ay-shin is a lie"
"The raydee-ay-shin is a lie"

This all happened very quickly, Lucy was still grossed out by...everything...that just happened in a few seconds.

The ghoul promptly kicked Lucy in the shin and shoved her, Lucy caught off guard tripped and fell on over. Getting on her hands and knees to teach this asshole a lesson, he climbed onto Lucy's back and used her pigtails as handlebars "GIDDY UP COWGIRL! WOOOOOOWEEEEE!"

Oh fuck this, Lucy elbowed him hard in the stomach, got up and kicked him in the face while he was down...he was winded, but not down, since he muttered "Don't be a bad girl Mary" and then he started urinating again.

Lucy stormed out of the bathroom silently, retrieved that hunting rifle she had used to bludgeon a raider's skull with and walked back to the bathroom. This time the ghoul was down on one knee as if he were proposing to her "I was once a wastelander like you, but then I took a - !"

"...rifle to the head!?" Lucy cut his sentence short by breaking the butt of the rifle over his head. He's going to feel that whenever the hell he wakes up. He was out cold. Vikki can be pissed off at me later.

Lucy fixed her hair, retrieved her combat knife, clipped it onto her leg straps and readied her Gauss Rifle instead. Closing the door behind her, Lucy was more than pissed off and frustrated...she needed something to kill after that...ordeal.
 

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Frank looked into the pharmacy. This looked to be where the good loot was stashed, he'd have to come back to it after he made his rounds around the store.
[Perception]Frank did a visual sweep for any remaining raiders. He seemed to be fine. He did however notice that the yellow girl had made it in fine during the fighting, bisected two of the raiders, and made her way behind the butcher's counter.
She looked to be helping herself to the contents of the fridge. Seemed like the right idea to Frank, but he still had to check on Dorothy.
Frank headed down to the bathrooms. Bathrooms always seemed like a silly concept to Frank when people should just wear suits with built in plumbing like his.
Frank came upon the girl holding a bloodied rifle and standing over an unconscious ghoul.
"Ghouls are people too you know. Radioactive, deformed, and terribly smelly people. You can't just beat their head in when it catches your fancy!"
"Dorothy; you'll be pleased to know that Scarecrow is alive, and eating the contents of the butcher shop."
 

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"Ghouls are people too you know. Radioactive, deformed, and terribly smelly people. You can't just beat their head in when it catches your fancy!"

"Dorothy; you'll be pleased to know that Scarecrow is alive, and eating the contents of the butcher shop."

"I think in this case" Lucy gestured around the room as if it would describe her little incident earlier "It's justified!" giving the ghoul one last kick.

Sighing for a moment and perking back up to her normal cheery disposition she looked quizzically at the Brotherhood soldier "Dorothy? I have a nickname now? And I'm guessing Scarecrow would be my friend, Vikki" she laughed at the apt mental comparison of Vikki and a scarecrow.

Leaving the smelly room and turning to face her armored companion "I realize we didn't exactly have time to make any introductions, I'm Lucy Black" she smiled and extended her hand "And you are? The fact that you're here probably means we cleared this place, you're an amazing fighter."

Relieved that Vikki was fine, she spotted her eating voraciously. I wonder when she arrived during all the commotion. Lucy called out to her "Glad to see you're in one piece, V!"

Lucy made her way to the fridges, feeling quite hungry as the adrenaline wore off. Rummaging through it and finding a large piece of brahmin steak jerky. Yummy

Returning to her previous conversation "I gotta say, it's quite an honour to fight alongside you...my father would've been proud" her voice dropped in sadness but she perked up when she spotted a 3 quarter full bottle of purified water to go with her brahmin jerky.
 

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William noticed Morgan Bloom, though it would be more accurate to say everyone noticed Morgan Bloom. Dressed in all his finery, Bloom could be seen a mile away.

Bloom was negotiating a deal, it would not put him in a good mood to interrupt business. Instead William busied himself buying a meal at Gary's Galley, waiting for Bloom to finish.

William ate his mirelurk noodles and casually played with his lucky dice, rolling it across the table, rolling a 6 most of the time. Of course it did, it was a lucky dice. Looking over at Bloom, William noticed he was finished with his business for now and went over. "Well, well, Mr Morgan Bloom. I believe we need to discuss a favour, but more importantly we need to discuss the kings ransom."
 

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"I realize we didn't exactly have time to make any introductions, I'm Lucy Black" she smiled and extended her hand "And you are? The fact that you're here probably means we cleared this place, you're an amazing fighter."
[Perception]Wait, she didn't see Frank painted across his breastplate above a single rose on his breastplate?
Frank looked down at his armor to see his elaborate paint-job had completely faded, leaving him looking like the average Brotherhood mook.
[Intellignce]That meant this whole time she thought he was just an asshole paladin butting his nose where it didn't belong, and not a concerned citizen who was investigating an odd situation.
He chuckled. "I'm Frank Rose, Former Knight of the Brotherhood, (We're still on speaking terms, because of their touchy-feely direction) wandering adventurer, and a can of whoopass."
Frank wondered what type of paint the Outcasts used to keep their armor so consistently distinct.
[Perception]The Ghoul was wearing a suit. Ghouls in suits usually have ties back to Morgan, this warranted investigation.
"It's nice to meet you Lucy, I'm going to be hauling this ghoul on my shoulders till we get to civilization. Since you knocked him out, you have to carry the loot we pick up from these mooks. If you see any Flamer Fuel, I could use some for a... Side project..."
[medicine 26/35]Frank couldn't tell much about the state of this guy, but he was pretty sure he was still alive even with the drugs and the bump to the noggin'. Frank hoisted the ghoul onto his shoulders.
"I gotta say, it's quite an honour to fight alongside you...my father would've been proud"
"So how'd your pops get his hands on that tech?"
Frank took a small piece of Brahmin meat, and put it into a small port on the side of his armor's neck. When it finished being ground up, tested for toxins, and purified by his armor it would taste great! Frank poured some water in after it.
 

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"Not friends... not our friends..."

Rex bristled a bit. Dark armor equals bad. Not friendly. Steal from them. Got it.

Brandon pointed at himself, and then at Rex. "...good friends." Then he pointed back at the dark armored ones. "Not friends."

Steal from the dark armored men, give it to Brandon. Rex could work with these commands.

Brandon gave Rex a bit of a rubdown, put on his silvery armor, and then they left the cave and walked in the opposite direction of the darkly armored men.

Several hours later, they reached ragtag walls surrounding some buildings. Immediately, three men grabbed guns and aimed them at them. Rex barked angrily, ready to attack. Brandon lifted his hands up in the air instead.

"...down!"

Well, never mind then.

"We... not... dog... looking... night."

A few minutes later, the oldest of the other men stepped forward. "My... mole rat..."

MOLE RATS! WHERE? REX WOULD KILL THEM! HE'D KILL THEM ALL! -Oh, they're fenced in. No problems, then.

"...Brandon... my friend's... Rex."

"...happy... aren't hostile... good... good... Brandon."

Then the men walked off.

Brandon relaxed, and walked into the village past the mole rats. Rex snarled at them as he passed them.

They entered a big building at the center. Rex stopped and stared. Considering his scavenger skills, he had never seen so many "good things" in one place. He followed Brandon around the store, gawping at the guns, water bottles, bullets, and meds that surrounded him at every turn. Old Master would have been so happy to know this place existed!

Brandon scooped up a couple tins and boxes of good-smelling things and went to talk to the man over a counter that Rex couldn't properly see over. Brandon's brow suddenly fell in surprise and displeasure, but Rex couldn't figure out why. Quickly bored, he turned the corner and walked up a different isle, dazzled by shiny bits of products he didn't recognize.

Past a hole in the floor, he saw it.

It was a bright blue box. It had a metal and very shiny thing attached to the side with duct tape. It had clearly been relentlessly cleaned and placed prominently, as if the man behind the counter was proud of it. It was beside a piece of wood marked "BOTTLECAP MINE". Whatever that read.

Rex wasn't sure he could leave without taking it. He looked over at the shopkeeper, who he could just see had his back turned and was trying to count something. With his instincts taking over, Rex grabbed the box in his mouth, and slipped stealthily towards the door, making sure the shopkeeper was facing the other way when he did so.

Upon getting outside, Rex gently placed the box under a bench beside the store and sat, waiting for Brandon to see his acquisition.
 

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"I'm Frank Rose, Former Knight of the Brotherhood, (We're still on speaking terms, because of their touchy-feely direction) wandering adventurer, and a can of whoopass."

"Former Knight?" Lucy mumbled in between bites of a stubborn piece of meat "Wait, you can just leave? I don't know much about how things work in the Brotherhood exactly, but I was under the impression that it was a lifetime membership sort-of-deal"

Lucy took a walk around, still in earshot of her conversation with Frank, she leaned over a counter and spotted a few unarmed bottlecap mines. It's a good thing we got here before they managed to set these up. Lucy recalled how they rushed in without considering traps. Well, Frank was a walking tank, Lucy was very agile and dexterous, but she was still susceptible to explosives.

"It's nice to meet you Lucy, I'm going to be hauling this ghoul on my shoulders till we get to civilization. Since you knocked him out, you have to carry the loot we pick up from these mooks. If you see any Flamer Fuel, I could use some for a... Side project..."

"Heh, I couldn't help myself when it came to that guy. You would've done the same thing if he humped your leg and tried to ride you like a brahmin" Lucy grimaced over that whole ordeal. "Don't worry, I got the loot covered"

Lucy started to look around the mattresses searching for blankets or backpacks. "I found two blankets that can be turned into makeshift bags for the smaller loot and there's also two duffel bags for larger items."

"Oh and flamer fuel, huh? Planning on making a chainsaw variant of a shishkebab or something?" Lucy tried to figure out how that would work.

Lucy reflected on her three greatest qualities. She was proficient with energy weapons, repairing items and she was quite charismatic. If she managed to befriend a former Brotherhood Knight and a yellow...ghoul/mutant she must be doing something right. I should really get around to asking Vikki about herself, Lucy reflected.

Lucy figured she wanted to surprise Frank, hauling back everything she mentioned, she turned to him "Tada!" and presented him with a full canister of flamer fuel. "The raiders here were probably going to use it to cook their food or something. Lucky for us, we crashed their little party."

"Oh and are we spending the night? I found these" Lucy showed Frank 3 unarmed bottlecap mines "I figure we place them at the entrances if anybody tries to ambush us while we rest? They're rigged together, so I'm familiar with their use. Don't ask me about frag mines though"

Lucy beckoned Vikki over to help her round up all the raider corpses together. Placing the guns, ammo, caps and anything interesting they could find on the pharmacy counters.

"So how'd your pops get his hands on that tech?"

Lucy's heart sank a little, but she did owe Frank an explanation about why she has this kind of tech. She propped herself on the counter and laid her Gauss Rifle next to her "My dad, Isaac Black, made a name for himself by being a skilled loot finder and tradesman. He used to travel to The Underworld, Megaton and Rivet City mainly, maybe meeting an odd trader along the way. Always bringing home weapons for us to repair, you know, father-daughter time. We loved energy weapons though, I used to practice with a laser pistol a lot, even tried a few laser rifles, but we traded them pretty soon since we needed food and such."

"Anyway, two years ago my Dad brings home this very Gauss Rifle, showed me how it worked and let me fire it just once before putting it in a secret compartment under our bed. Over the next two weeks, my dad just brings in hauls of ammo for it. No weapons this time. It was odd, but he always seemed both in awe about this rifle and simultaneously fearful about it. He never told me where he got it."

"The very next day, our settlement, Springvale, gets hit by a raid - no, a slaughter. Organised soldiers killed everyone, no helmets, plasma weapons, rippers. I watched my dad get killed with a Ripper. I tried to attack, but I was 20, I never had to train for combat before and they beat me till I was barely breathing. Injecting me with a stimpack and med-x before doing it again, laughing the entire time and they left me for dead."

"Two years of never wanting to be weak and honing your own skills and here I am."

"That's my story, there isn't a short version and I owed you the truth" Lucy was shaking with anger over whoever did that to her, she just rested her head against the wall. Silent...
 

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Marlon's brief moment of disappointment at the sheriff's directions to avoid disintergration in favour of disarmament passed very quickly once the mutant started to have its madcap growthspurt. "The hell?"

And then Simms opened fire.

"Glad you're seeing it my way sheriff!"

The Van Graff needed no encouragement at all to join in with a flurry of lasers, though he made sure he was aiming towards the upper body and head. Who wants to miss and hit your own car after all? Marlon sure didn't! He also had no damn clue what the hell was going on with the mutant, but he'd feel better when it was dead.

Maybe that crazy Moira dame knew something about this sort of thing. She acted like a mad scientist for starters. That said though, he'd save the speculation until after the firefight, backing away a little as he fired and moving a little to the side as well. He wanted distance between him and the mutant in case it charged him and if it went for Simms he'd have a clear shot and it'd still be too far away to hit him. That said, if it came for him the sheriff had damn well better keep shooting it.

The bottom line of course, is that no one wants to be in a fist fight with a super mutant. Specially not one with extra arms.
 

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Barry noticed that his head was only coming up to this man's stomach. He leaned his head back and took a step away in an attempt to get in a position where he could look at this man's face, well helmet if you want to get specific. This Enclave had a great towering physical presence unmatched by just about anyone else in the wasteland. He listened to Number 1. Then Barry looked over his shoulder at #43 and said, "See! This is what I was talking about. This is an original and interesting looking costume. I would have picked brighter colors, but to each his own. I mean there always has to be a broody dark guy. Just look at Batman." Then he turned back to the towering Enclave and said, "So what are you proposing? A SUPERHERO TEAM?! Or something else," Barry said as excited as he was curious. Flash added, "And if it is a superhero team I have several names. Though I am open to suggestions. Let me just get one of my favorites out there. *Makes drum roll noises with mouth*..."FREEDOM'S EAGLES"! I mean you guys do have a kind of Government vibe and I think thats a good option. But I have a whole list of them if that one doesn't suit your tastes."
 

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D.C. was grey, his mute companion was grey and the sky was grey. Except for the few breaks in colour from the old pre-war posters there wasn?t much to break the monotony or the greyness. Most were propaganda, others were proposing hope after the war but most were too damaged to make out what they said, they were also grey. He wanted to turn on his radio, Three Dog would break up the drabness, it would also attract any and all super mutants in the area. At least green would be different than grey.

After his suggestion, the mute changed routes away from the giant grey pillar to a backstreet, he felt less exposed there and if anything did come charging at them they would have to get to them first. He suspected it lead to the subway, it was the quickest way to navigate the ruins, if you knew how. There would certainly be ghouls waiting for them there, but they were dumb and easy to kill. You just had to shoot them during their kamikaze run and hope you hit them in the head.

The subway was dank and cold, radioactive fungi was growing between the cracks in the concrete walls and old nuka-cola vending machines were somehow in operation. It was dim, but it gave them some light to see by. All the ghouls were already dead, perhaps someone had already came this way? Then he heard it, a roar he sometimes heard when he was travelling near water. It sounded like a Mirelurk, the people he had met at Wilhelm's Wharf had told him about them, shot them in the face, the achilles heel in it?s armour, only there will you be able to damage it. But what was a Mirelurk doing in the subway?

What came charging towards them was like no Mirelurk he had seen, it was blue with veins of blue light pulsating from it?s body.

?What the hell is that? Michael said, forgetting that his companion couldn't tell him if he knew.

He raised up his assault rifle, aimed and hoped he would hit it?s face in the the twilight.
 

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As much as he loved Dave's franticly digging his own hole it was quite a bit distressing. However with the 'silver tongue' the main Enclave Beetle inside it was as good a time to act as any. Wary that they might of some pre-war communication that he was unaware of he began to formulate a plan...

Okay it wasn't really much a plan.

Using all his guile and cunning he pressed himself up against the side of the Male bunks where the other two were now laughing openly and if his ears heard correctly discussing cigarettes... As intriguing as the daily thoughts of an beetle may have been it was time to... ring their bell... naw... Shock them with a dinger of a anecdote. Playful (and terrible) pun making aside he readied his bat and leapt around the corner swinging deftly for the first mans head. His bat was met with a muffled ting, sadly not the reception he'd been hoping for. Put off slightly by the blow and staggering for the moment the first soldier was pushed off to the side bringing the second into view. Not as trained as they would have liked Sully to think the second soldier only managed to draw his rifle over his head before the aging pink bat span into his visor. Not sure how well an APC round would work against the men he snatched the plasma rifle off the recovering first soldier's back spinning past his attempts to snatch it back. The second was launched back by sheer force as the badly aimed shot tore through his armour in tightly dispersed scatter. Rushed with adrenaline he swept the rifle around to the first lucking out and taking him straight through the visor. Turning again almost dizzy now, he saw the not quite dead survivor reach for his fallen rifle. Solemnly Sully stood behind the stooped man watching as the skin grew over the bloody holes left in the back of his armour lifting his own rifle towards the man's head. Bloody red and iridescent green erupted from the back of his helmet and two comrades lay dead over a tiny blot of mould in a world with nothing but.

Uncanny pulses of noise from inside the main building told Sully all he needed to know about the situation. He ran heedlessly toward the door almost daring him to drop guard for the moment it would take to turn around and check if the pilot was wise. He slammed his discarded duffel bag he'd left by the building at the thin iron door rending it open. His worldly possessions burst into a strange green liquid flame and continued speeding across the room like a shooting star. Running completely on instinct and way out of his element, normal people, be fired of was many rounds (?) as he could into the source of the shot. Stopping only when the dull woosh of the rifle stopped he cautiously entered the room.

Relieved he dropped the now useless rifle at the sight of Silver's slightly bloody, partially melted corpse. Pausing for a second to look at, what although for only a moment, had been his adversary he regarded the masked man free of danger and intimidation. By the way he held himself he was probably a young man and very well versed. If you forget about the whole Enclave bit, he thought warmly, he probably made a great friend.
He probably already had great friends at that...
Powerful ones.

Snapping out of his now almost habitual mental flight of fancy he began to survey the scope of the damage. Shocked and relieved of a stomach Dave's lifeless corpse lay against the far wall of his office. Large pock marked holes littered the walls of the office.
Detached at the instant nature of the confrontation he cracked open the Nuka Quantum Dave had displayed above his safe. Shell shocked but content he sat there drinking until the whispering began. Dropping the bottle where he stood his arms went out like a tight rope walker and he inched his way out of the building. Receding the voices gave way to an equally concerning roar. Sully turned around just in time to see the Vertibird rise from its dusty landing in the distance. Retrieving his fallen bat he proceeded to knock down the doors of both the dormotories.

'INTO THE SCHOOL HOUSE BOYS AND GIRLS! UNDER THE DESKS!'
 

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Brandon was negotiating with the trader, the trader however wouldn't even give in an inch. Brandon eventually paid the full price and grabbed an silencer for his new hunting revolver. After paying the full price for the silencer too he began to walk out of the store. Brandon wondered where Rex had gone when he was still inside the store, he must have gone for a little walk or something like that. Brandon looked around the store one last time before going out the door. He had wanted to buy an gun there, but he wasn't about to spend most of his savings to get one.

Brandon left the store he was greeted by the sun who was standing low in the sky, it was almost dark. Brandon looked around spotting Rex, Brandon smiled as he walked over to him. "Hey Rex why did you walk of back there?" Rex seemed eager to show Brandon something, so Brandon followed Rex to the bench. Rex was trying to make him look underneath it seemed, Brandon wondering what could be down there took an look to find an bottle cap mine. Brandon turned a little pale as he looked at Rex who seemed really proud. The pieces fell together and Brandon grabbed the mine quickly putting it in his bag, Brandon smiled again petting the dog. "Good boy, but you can only steal from enemies or not friends, you aren't allowed to steal from friends. So steal from enemies and non friends. And don't steal from friends okay?" Brandon petted the dog some more before indicating that they would go again.

Brandon walked over to the small hotel, he was looking around when he saw an man sitting in a chair. "Uh pardon me but this wouldn't happen to be your hotel would it?" The man looked up a bit surprised when he smiled and stood up. "The name is Rafael friend and I am the owner of this fine establishment." Brandon responded with. "Good day to you Rafael my name is Brandon an this here is Rex. We are looking for an room for tonight." Rafael smiled happily and after short negotiation Brandon got his key. Brandon petted Rex on his bag and he walked to their room. He opened the door and closed it as soon as Rex had entered.

The room looked quite decent and Brandon was happy to see that there were 2 beds. That meant that Rex if he wanted could also sleep on a bed. Brandon grabbed some food from the fridge and after short while had prepared an good looking meal for the both. He placed the food for Rex on the ground and ate his won meal. His cooking skills didn't let him down as the food tasted quite good. His left eye began to sting quite bad though, he stood up halfway through dinner as he walked over to the mirror. He gave Rex on pet on his nose to indicate he was fine, no need to worry him. He closed the door just in case.

He looked in the mirror to see his eye had something in it, something like an small metal disk. Brandon was shocked as the metal thing expanded and touched the walls of his eye that did quite allot of pain. Brandon grabbed the side of the sink as he grabbed his eye, the pain quickly stopped however. He looked back into the mirror to see that everything was perfectly normal. Brandon felt that strange itch come up again on his left arm this time, he hesitated but knew that he had to scratch for months to get that out. Brandon grabbed his machete and slowly put it on his arm, he grabbed an small cotton rag and put it into his mouth. Brandon readied himself and then cut deep into the flesh blood spew from the wound, and Brandon bit deep on the thing in his mouth. The pain quickly faded as something appeared from his arm and he used one of his 4 stinpacks the wound healed. The new thing was an pad with 6 on and off switch, there were all non active except one the only one with an name 'healing implants'. Well that explains my quick healing. Brandon thought to himself.

He switched them all on and off none of them seemed to work. Until he then got to the last button before the healing implants. He switched it on and his eye seemed to glow for an second then turning back to normal. Suddenly he was flooded with date his eyes began to scan everything around him and then compare it to what he knew. He could see how he cut the stumbled on his chin, and he could also see the small blood spatter in perfect detail. This eye was amazing but all of the things had an downside. He had no idea how to control it, and it was flooding him with data blocking his vision. So he clicked it off and the small switch thing went back into his arm. He quickly wiped the blood away and opened the door again. He wondered if Rex would have noticed what had happened in the room.
 

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Vikki sat, listening to the two exchange their stories, her eyes filling up as Lucy spoke of her past, slowly the blood trickled down as she spoke of the raiders repeatedly attacking her.

The knight had become more likable since they had entered the market and was actively talking to the pair of them.

Thinking of the slaughter they had committed on their way in to escape the Enclave.

"These raiders?" she mutter aloud, "what did they do wrong? Except attack us? I mean I know that's bad, but why aren't they allowed in other settlements. Are they like me and my cousins? Hated by everyone else for nothing but we're different?" she asks, wiping away her tears as the mechanic that helped her so much floated back into her mind as she spoke.

"And who do the Enclave think they are to judge who has the right to live?" she asks again, "why are we so terrified of them?" she mutters, pulling her sword from its sheath, as if it could protect her from the answers.
 

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"These raiders?" Vikki muttered aloud, "what did they do wrong? Except attack us? I mean I know that's bad, but why aren't they allowed in other settlements. Are they like me and my cousins? Hated by everyone else for nothing but we're different?"

"And who do the Enclave think they are to judge who has the right to live?" she asks again, "why are we so terrified of them?"


Lucy opened her eyes turned to look at her friend, "Personal motivation is what separates us, Vikki" Lucy heart fell a little as she watched her wipe what looked like bloody tears from her face. "If you go into the bathroom, you'll see these guys tied and drugged this ghoul up"

Lucy recalled the stimpack and med-x being thrust into her while she was beaten.

"I don't care if someone in this wasteland is a ghoul, super-mutant, regular human or even a friendly mole-rat. It's what they intend to do to other's that differentiates them from each other." Lucy continued darkly "These raiders openly attack travelers and probably even settlements. Ordinary people just trying to survive."

Lucy recalled the Ripper being plunged into her father's stomach. She pulled out her knife and gripped it tightly.

"People who prey on others...they ruin lives, possible future's and they take what's most valuable to you." At this point, Lucy couldn't hold back the tears. "Dammit!"

"As for the Enclave, I'm becoming more convinced that they were involved behind the attack on Springvale. They had plasma weapons. Although you'd be better off asking Frank about them."

Lucy brought her knees to her chest, buried her head into them, with the knife gripped tightly in her hands, trembling. "I enjoyed killing them. It feels like I'm avenging my dad with every raider or scumbag I take down."..."Dad would hate what I've become. I shouldn't be enjoying this."


She grew silent again...
 

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"...Rex...?"

Here! Over here! I have a thing for you! It's shiny! Gah! Here!

Rex yipped, grabbing Brandon's attention. He came over, looked under the bench and pulled out the thing.

He stared at it uncomprehendingly.

Then he stuffed it into his bag. He grinned and scratched Rex's head. "Good boy... you... steal... enemies... not-friends, you aren't... steal... friends... steal... enemies... non-friends... don't steal... friends...?"

Enemies: The crazy men that Old Master hated, Rex assumed. Also, the men in dark armor.

Not-friends: Brandon didn't like that trader much, so a not-friend is someone Brandon doesn't like.

Thus: Steal from men in black armor, the crazies Rex had stolen lots of things from already, and people Brandon didn't like.

Brandon dislikes enemies, presumably.

Condensed further, steal from people Brandon doesn't like. Condensed and easy.

Rex wagged his tail to show he got it.

They crossed the road to a small two-floor building with symbols on it. "HOTEL". They looked familiar, but Rex wasn't sure how.

Brandon marched right on in and started talking to the man behind the counter. They both seemed relaxed. Rex supposed this meant they were friends.

Sounds good to Rex. No stealing.

Brandon lead them to a room and closed the door. Rex's brain lit right up. BED! A BED! WANT BED! Rex had slept on a bed once, and it had been so very soft and nice. It was probably Brandon's, though. Not for Rex. Oh well. No change isn't the worst thing that could happen. Rex walked into the middle of the room, and looked past the bed.

TWO BEDS!

Rex leaped onto the second bed and sat there, panting happily. BED! His mind overloaded a bit. The bed wasn't as soft as the one he'd slept on years back, but it was way better than the floor.

Such was his ecstasy that he didn't even notice Brandon cooking something. Rex leaped off the bed and approached him, curious and hungry.

Brandon put a plate on the floor, and Rex dug in. He wasn't sure what it was, but man, it tasted good. He whimpered a bit as he pawed the empty plate. Dah! No more food! Maybe tomorrow.

Brandon scratched Rex's nose suddenly and stepped into the bathroom. Rex looked over where he was sitting.

There was still food on his plate.

Was it for Rex? No, that's silly. Brandon would have put it on his plate.

But he didn't want it!

...Did he?

What were bathrooms for, anyways? Old Master had used one, but never let Rex in while he was there.

But Old Master always finished his food before he went. This must mean that Brandon was done eating, and so he wouldn't mind if Rex ate the rest.

Rex approached the food hungrily, having justified to himself his eating of it.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Rex leaped away from it, and sailed across to the bathroom door, were the yell had come from. He stood there, alert and listening.

Brandon muttered something about healing.

A stench of blood, fresh and warm, wafted under the door. Rex panicked. He needed to get help! He galloped to the door. Locked. He couldn't get out. The window? Also locked. No one could hear him. Rex curled up on the bed, whimpering unhappily.

Brandon abruptly walked out of the bathroom, still smelling of blood, but not as much.

Rex stared at him, waiting for him to keel over. He didn't. He just walked up to Rex, scritched him behind the ears, and sat on his bed.

Rex curled into a ball on his bed, hoping the nonsense of the last fifteen minutes would go away tomorrow.
 

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After watching Lucy's outburst, Vikki stood in awe of what these people truly were and people called her and her cousins monsters? They only fought back cause they are scared of how they would be treated!

"I'm sorry Lucy," she whispers, placing her hand on her back, rubbing it gently trying to calm her.

"You're dad wouldn't hate you!" she says in the silence, "he'd be proud, you're cleaning these monsters away so they can't harm others like they did to you!" Suddenly, Vikki stands up, leaving Lucy on the floor.

"I'm not letting you hate yourself, you saved me! You could have shot at me as soon as you seen me like most humans do! And I've seen you shoot, you'd have killed me! But you didn't, you let me come with you and you, both of you protected me in this place!" she shouts, "you're not like them, you're nothing like them. You've saved people and they will never even know."

The mutant moves in front of the trembling woman on the floor, "to me, you're a hero," she smiles shyly, putting her hand on top of the knife, trying to get her to stop shaking.

"Frank, do you have anything to say?" she asks, hoping the former knight would help save Lucy from herself.
 

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Vikki's surprisingly soothing whisper rang out to her while she weeped "I'm sorry Lucy" her hand unexpectedly on her back. She's trying to calm me down.

Lucy didn't move or speak, she had said too much and the memories were rushing back. She had always tried to suppress them as best as she could and try and keep a cheery disposition towards others. A smile for others, not myself. She reflected on her how she mercilessly beat the raider's skull in with a rifle and knocked out that ghoul when she lost her temper. I suppose the bottled up anger over the years comes out when I have to fight for my life...although in my defense, the ghoul did hump my leg

"You're dad wouldn't hate you!" Vikki uttered to her in the silence, "he'd be proud, you're cleaning these monsters away so they can't harm others like they did to you!"

Lucy lifted her head, listening, but her stare was vacant.

Vikki voice was layered with emotion as her voice grew louder.

"I'm not letting you hate yourself, you saved me! You could have shot at me as soon as you seen me like most humans do! And I've seen you shoot, you'd have killed me! But you didn't, you let me come with you and you, both of you protected me in this place!" she shouts, "you're not like them, you're nothing like them. You've saved people and they will never even know."

Lucy opened her eyes and stared in awe at her yellow mutant friend. When did I warrant such compassion from someone else? I always wanted a friend. I know I'm never getting Dad back. However, I wanted to find a friend and make a new unorthodox family of my own.

Vikki laid her hand on the trembling blade and smiled at Lucy, "To me, you're a hero,"

I never knew I could have such an impact on someone

Lucy wiped the tears with her free hand and dropped the blade, before it hit the floor, she already had Vikki in a tight hug. Whispering to her "I think you're the one that's been protecting me this whole time. In the short time that we've known each other, I never saw you for what you looked like, I see a person with a good heart and a true friend."

Lucy trembled a little and broke the hug sheepishly, she looked at her friend with admiration and turned to Frank as well "About my past, that was the first time I really told anyone all the details. It-it was so much to let out all at once, but I'll be fine. Thank you both for protecting me, really. I'll always look out for you."

Lucy turned to Vikki "But you're the one who saved me today. I'll always have your back" she mustered a familiar smile "And subsequently, I'll always be by your side"

"To me, you're my hero" she said to Vikki
 

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"Heh, yeah, I'll hit ya up if I ever need a job." Dudley called after him, grinning wide at the prospect of getting a job from a rich guy. His grin did fail though as he realized that he...didn't really have a way of contacting him, and would probably have to ask at Underworld the next time he was there. "Fuck...oh well, time'ta get my ass a new battery." He swung off of his bike and wandered over the bridge.

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"You want HOW many caps?!" Dudley was shocked at the amount that one of the men running the gun store had told him. The man took a cigarette out of his leather coat and lit it, looking up lazily at Dudley, and stated matter-of-factly "200 caps."

"You have any idea how many I can get at Craterside fer less?" Dudley tried his attempt at bartering, but his silver tongue doesn't always work in the matters of money.

"You'd have to get there first. And judgin' by that heap you rode in on, that wouldn't happen quick." The man smirked smugly and flicked some ash into a nearby dumpster. "Now this ain't a library. Buy or get goin'."

Dudley grumbled under his breath and pulled out a little sack of caps, paying the man for the overpriced microfusion cells. "Glad we could do buisness...come again." The owner said, as Dudley on his way to Gary's for some food before hitting the road, grumbling the whole way. "Jus' like Shrapnel'ta fuck a guy in th' ass for that kinda price..."

When he arrived to the other end of the aircraft carrier, he noticed a familiar ghoul in a top hat seated at one of the tables, flanked by the large amount of guards again and grinned widely. "Hey, now I can get an address or somethin'!"
 

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Frank remained silent while the girls had their emotional bonding. It was almost as if a guy who never took off his armor or let anyone see his face had intimacy issues.
[Intelligence]"If your dad trained you to shoot things, he probably expected you to have to shoot raiders at some point. I doubt he'd be upset with you."
Frank shifted his weight to better support the ghoul.
"I think we've been here long enough. If we spend too long here, the Enclave will probably poke their noses in looking for us."
Frank took the container of flamer fuel, and hooked it up to a small port on his suit's love-handles region. He then tossed away the container.
"We should probably get this guy to a doctor, and the nearest one's in Megaton. He's a bit of an ass, but he does good work."
Frank began walking towards the door.
"Besides, there's someone I need to see there."
"Oh, and in regards to your first question, I simply stopped taking orders and going to club-meetings. I still pay my membership dues though."
 

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Rex seemed very worried but he quickly calmed down when Brandon starched him behind his ear. Brandon took off his armor and sat down on one of the beds. He wondered why his eye activated right now. Still he would found that out if he kept following the Brandon knew that for an fact. Rex seemed to be very happy with his bed, Brandon was happy to see this as he turned off the lights and went to sleep. It took him a while to fall asleep, he was still thinking about what he was and what his purpose was in life. Brandon eventually shrugged and turned around, he knew that all things would be made clear as soon as he reached whoever was leaving those messages.

Brandon was surprised in the morning, he hadn't had an nightmare that was something that didn't happen often. Still it was an good thing considering that he didn't want to wake Rex again. Rex seemed to look a bit better then when Brandon had found him, Rex must have been underfed since he was alone. Brandon grabbed the remaining things from the fridge he and manged to make an quite good meal. He looked over at Rex he walked toward him as he petted him on his nose waking up the dog. Brandon gave him his meal as he also sat down to eat, Brandon was planning to head to the underworld now. He had been there before when he saved an strange ghouls live. Still he might have been strange but he was smart, if anyone knew how to help him understand more about his robot tech besides the enclave it was him. Brandon finished his meal and put the dishes into the sink, he grabbed his armor and put it on. I should really get an power armor one of these days. Maybe an brotherhood armor but paint it to make sure people knew that I am not one of them? Maybe still I will have to find one first though.

Brandon and Rex left the hotel room after they had prepared for another day of walking. Brandon saw that Rafael wasn't here yet, so he put the money and the key on the counter and walked out of the hotel. He looked around the town he saw that the merchant was talking quite angrily at Jack the leader of the militia. Must be because of the theft of the the mine. Brandon smiled as he petted Rex and began walking it would take quite some time before the would reach Underworld. Still they weren't that far away if they were to keep walking for 2 days they would reach it. But knowing the road he would say about 3-4 days something was sure to happen to slow them down. The eye bot was still following Brandon, it wasn't picking up anything interesting though.

Brandon and Rex were traveling faster then expected, and they had been traveling for about 5 hours before they saw something suspicious. The ground had been blown up in several places and the smell burned flesh was still hanging in the air. Brandon looked around to see that the trail of explosions and fighting was leading to the right. "Okay Rex you have to be careful now, this might get very dangerous so be ready to defend yourself." Brandon grabbed his hunting revolver as he began to carefully follow the trail. Brandon saw quite a few dead raiders on the way, whoever had fought here was skilled. The trail continued for about 100 meters before ending, Brandon saw an dead paladin laying on the ground. The person that had killed him was an big raider with an chainsaw. The chainsaw was broken and is looked like the paladin had bled out. The battle looked to be an few hours old. Brandon looked around for any survivors but after checking there were none that he could see, he began to loot the corpses. Brandon found quite allot of ammo and med's and a few stinpacks along with some bottlecaps.

Sadly most of the weapons were beyond repair including the chainsaw. The paladin had used an gauss rifle, but since it was sawed in half and blown up Brandon knew it couldn't be repaired. "That is a damned shame. I always wanted one of those." Brandon looked an bit sad before he walked over to the Paladin. He was sorry to see an brotherhood of steel member dead, he was rooting for their side so he was saddened to find a dead one. still this presented him with an change, the armor was badly damaged but not irreparable. Brandon began to take the armor of the paladin to find the paladin was an veteran looking 50 year old man. Brandon grabbed an nearby hammer as he walked back to the armor. Brandon could knock out some of the dents himself. The giant hole was an problem though, still Brandon was sure there were skilled enough people in the underworld to repair such an hole. Brandon began knocking out the dents when he wondered where Rex had gone, Brandon turned around to look if he could see his friend anywhere.
 

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"We should probably get this guy to a doctor, and the nearest one's in Megaton. He's a bit of an ass, but he does good work."

Lucy turned to Frank, "You're right. We should do some trading, get some proper rest and fill up on supplies while we're there."

She turned to the pharmacy counters and started packing the loot they gathered into two duffel bags. One was filled with 3 10mm SMG's, 4 10mm pistols, a sawn-off, 3 combat knives and the hunting rifle poking out due to its size. The second bag was filled with various ammunition for each weapon, 3 bottles of purified water, the unarmed bottlecap mines and about 360 caps.

Lucy holstered her Gauss Rifle on her leg straps and clipped her Combat knife on the other. Hoisting the duffel bags on each shoulder. While feeling like a brahmin. she was comfortable with the weight.

"I'm familiar with Megaton, stayed there awhile after the attack, plus my Dad used to trade there frequently. Doc Church is always grumpy, but he know's what he's doing. Oh and I want to give Moira one of these hot-little-potatoes" gesturing towards the bottlecap mine "She'll give us a big discount if you're with me." she said smiling.

Lucy checked her backpack, mostly filled with ammo for her Gauss Rifle and three stimpacks. All good.

"Thank you guys, again." Lucy muttered with a smile "Don't worry, the waterworks are over"

She headed to the door, walking behind Frank. Eager and ready to make her way to Megaton.
 

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"Dorothy, you're the only one of us with a weapon suitable for the job, so if you see a vertibird; aim for the strut attaching a rotor to the center. That's the structurally weakest point, and the best way to ensure we don't have plasma rifles shoved up our collective asses."
Frank shoved open the door, hoping the Enclave hadn't tracked them here.
 

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"I've never been to Megaton, what's it like there?" Vikki asks as the two discuss the next town on their visit.

"I'll take one of them Lucy!" she offers, "I'm stronger than I look," she grins, holding her hand out, "will he be alright?" she asks, pointing at the ghoul slung over Frank's shoulder, "he should be able to help us get to the Underworld, before realising her stomach was rumbling, quickly she decides to pull out a couple of pieces of ant meat that she had stored before, eating the pieces quickly.

"Sorry! Are either of you hungry?" she asks, holding out another piece of ant meat.
 

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"Aim for the strut, got it Tin-man" Lucy smirked

"Thanks Vikki" she handed her one of the duffel bags, adjusting the remaining bag so that the strap went across her chest, freed up her arms, so she readied her Gauss Rifle.

"Oh, our leg-humping friend?" Lucy gave him a brief inspection "Well his breathing is steady, but his head is going to be pounding after I broke a hunting rifle over it" Lucy pondered for a moment "When he does wake up, I think you should ask him about any quicker routes to the Underworld. I think he likes me a bit too much...a girl has standards and I at least expect to be taken on a date first."

Lucy walked side by side with Vikki while Frank walked with ease in his power armour. While carrying dead weight no less I wouldn't be surprised if a miniature Deathclaw was under that helmet

"No thanks, I ate earlier. Small stomach, girlish figure and all that..." She said to Vikki food offering

Turning to Vikki as they made their way to Megaton, Lucy caught a glimpse of the familiar silhouette of the town in the distance. "Megaton is kinda...brown and dull-looking. The place is built around an atomic bomb in the center. It's defused and no longer a hazard as far as I know. The people there are friendly. The sheriff, Lucas Simms will respect you if you keep your nose clean. Doc Church has a permanent stick up his ass, but he'll patch you up with skill. Steer clear of Moriarty, owns a bar, guy's a scumbag. And my absolute favourite and where her kookiness rubbed off on me...Moira Brown. Owns a general store, she has a few screws loose in her noggin, but I did odd repair jobs for her and helped with the store. We'll get a discount if I give her one of the potato- bottlecap mines. Overall, it's a crappy place with good people" Lucy beamed at Vikki.

Her smile was short-lived as she saw a floating ball in the distance to their far right. It wasn't facing the group but she remembered how it alerted Frank the first time.

Lucy dropped onto one knee for stability, aimed through the scope and fired off a bolt, blowing up the eye-thingy...
 

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"Good work Dorothy; it's always a good idea to keep your enemy blind."
Megaton grew closer.
"So scarecrow, do you have any information on why super mutants are mutating even more?"
[Perception]Frank saw a Duper-mutant with an extra arm growing out of it being fired upon in the distance, standing over a car with front-mounted lasers and a VanGraff lion on the hood and doors.
"They kind of look like that!"
Frank put down the ghoul, began running towards and with his left hand began flipping switches on his right shoulder.
The back plates of his armor shifted, and suddenly he was running significantly faster, thanks to the rocket modification he installed in his armor.
Frank struck a mighty blow against the beast, just as he had run out of fuel. He would need to restock.
 

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The sudden appearance of a paladin joining the fray certainly surprised Marlon, but he continued firing on the mutant. In all honesty, he wasn't all that concerned about the man in the armor just yet. Not until the mutant was dead. But of course, if his leaping in resulted in a stray shot from Simms or Marlon hitting him, the Van Graff would not complain.

Of course, once the mutant was dealt with, unless he was lucky enough for it to take the paladin with it, he had a whole new problem to deal with. Which could be messy. With any luck though, Simms being the law would see off any attempt to confiscate his belongings as the BoS are so keen to do with tech belonging to other people.

For now, he just grit his teeth at the thought of having to deal with one of the tinpot solders and set about finishing the mutant off.
 

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Cassie stepped up quitely to the sniper rifle and took aim at the beast wreaking the building. She had laid eyes on a super mutant before, but this was an extreme case of ugly she never encountered before.

Still, the thing more or less had human physiology. The same aliments that would be befall Cassie's fellow man would just as easily take down an epicly powered super mutant. In Cassie's mind, this translated to-

"Get this asshole right between the eyes"

Cassie set the sights on the mutant's forehead and let off the three remaining bullets in the clip.