The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

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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.
 

Souplex

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Frank continued striking the beast, but took a moment to shout up to the man firing lasers down.
"Van Graff, when we're done with this, get down here, and we'll settle this! I'm feeling sporting, so since I get to be encased in metal, you get to use your car to even it out!"
[Science 52/50]When mutations cause additional limbs to sprout, the fresh limb is more fragile than the others as it is not as developed.
Frank struck at the elbow joint of the mutant's new arm and heard a very satisfying crack.
 

lacktheknack

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Rex and Brandon left the hotel next morning with little of note happening. Rex had no idea where they were going.

As they approached the entrance, Rex heard a man yelling... the man in the big store full of things. Rex cocked his ear.

"...bitches!... mole-rat breath... dog shit... rotten med... brahmin... bitches!..."

Rex shook his head and walked on.

As they walked, Rex picked up on a whirring sound. He hated it immediately. Looking back, he saw a robot thing following them.

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It kept following. And following. It wouldn't go away!

The sun climbed to the highest point in the sky, and the horrible buzzing still clouded Rex's brain. He felt he would go mad and become one of those awful other dogs with the ickyness on them.

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Suddenly, the smell of fresh blood snapped Rex's thoughts out of it. Congealed, crisped clottings and spats of uncooked vitals.

It was everywhere. Ick.

"Rex, you... careful... very dangerous... yourself."

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HOW DID BRANDON STAND IT?

Brandon grabbed his gun, and followed the trail of gore. Why he'd do this was beyond Rex. They walked for thirty seconds before stopping and listening.

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They moved slowly forward again, with Rex calmly and passively going out of his gourd. Brandon approached a man on the ground in shiny armor, but it was different than Brandon's... more complex and shiny. Rex stayed back, the smell of blood was too strong.

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Rex turned and looked at the robot. It was about thirty meters back, but Rex heard it clearly.

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Rex trotted over to it. He looked at it, trying to understand.

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It was loud and annoying. It was round. Metal. Easily dented, apparently. It was very loud and annoying. There was a very shiny and new object on it, as if it was placed on it recently. It was supremely loud and annoying.

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Let's see. It could be hostile and trying to annoy them to death. Or maybe it was totally unaware of itself and tried to join them. That seemed likely to Rex. Plus, the shiny thing looked very nice on the robot.

So, likely friendly, looks nice, might be able to handle itself in a fight. Rex decided right there that he should-

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-KILL IT UNTIL IT'S DEAD.

Unbeknownst to Rex, the shiny thing was a newly upgraded Eyebot defense energy gun. However, it was the first thing he grabbed. It shot off uselessly, and Rex pulled on it until it came clean off. The robot, destabilized, veered hard to the right and spun out onto the ground.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Rex pounced it, the sounds unnoticed by Brandon, who was hitting something with a hammer. Rex sank his teeth into the cracked shell, split by the impact, and tore everything up, saved from electrocution by the power supply failing when the bot fell.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Justice was served.

When Brandon turned to see what Rex was doing, Rex sat happily beside the pile of scrap, wagging his tail and holding an intact energy gun in his mouth.
 

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"You don't get to make demands of me, metalhead!" Marlon called back, emptying another few shots into the mutant. "I'm a legitimate businessman and unlike your kind, I don't go around stealing things that don't belong to them!"

Marlon was good and proper pissed off now. He'd barely started to put in place a base of operations and already the brotherhood were breathing down his neck...And he'd have to be careful. Can't just do something stupid, albeit satisfying, like trying to vaporise the guy. Wouldn't sit real well with Simms. Simms he needed to at least be neutral if he was gonna pull this off.

Goddamn brotherhood tin cans.
 

Souplex

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*Bang* Frank shot the gun out of the mutant's hand.
"I'm a legitimate businessman and unlike your kind, I don't go around stealing things that don't belong to them!"
*Bang* Frank shot the mutant in its right knee.
Frank had never been to the west coast, he was born in the citadel when the brotherhood had just set up shop, but he had heard and read a lot of things about the Van Graffs. They ran legitimate businesses yes, but they illegitimately forced out all their competition, or any threats.
*Bang* Frank shot the mutant in its left knee.
"Hey Simms, this guy may seem legit, but he's just another Moriarty waiting to happen, except this guy will spend more time vaporizing, and less time making skeevy deals!"
*Pow* Frank punched the mutant in its freshly crippled elbow. This combined with its wounded knees caused it to collapse.
"You know the Brotherhood, we've protected you and brought you water. I'm not asking that you off the guy, I'm just asking that you let me deal with him!"
*Crunch* Frank placed a massive blow on the mutant's head.
"How'd you lose your eye anyways cowardly lion; you try to hit the broad-side of a barn and shoot out your own eye by mistake?"
 

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Marlon could hardly believe the words the paladin was saying. "Oh this is rich tinpot. This is rich!" Barely suppressing his laughter, he half turned to Simms as he fired off another shot.

"Is this loon for real sheriff? You didn't strike me as the kind to let Guilty until proven Innocent go unchecked."

Raising his voice again to continue speaking to Frank, he peppered the mutant with another few bursts of laser. "Little problem with your theory there pal! I haven't seen or heard of anyone else dealin' in energy weapons...Only folk I know of with large stocks of 'em sides for me is..." He paused to grin. "Funny thing, it's you. An' the Enclave o' course! But I'm not dumb enough to walk into your base and start shooting."

He paused a moment to reload. "So what's your angle tin can? You got something half solid against me, or you just gonna talk shit and try to tell Simms how to run his town?"
 

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"So scarecrow, do you have any information on why super mutants are mutating even more?" Frank asked Vikki.

What's he talking about? Lucy wondered for a moment. Her thoughts were cut short when she heard him shout.

"They kind of look like that!"

Frank put down the ghoul, his armor shifted, and suddenly he was running at an extraordinary pace. So that's what the flamer fuel was for

Lucy needed to find out what was going on, she looked through the scope of her rifle and watched Frank heavily strike a super mutant which was convulsing and sprouting limbs.

She heard regular gunfire and the familiar zap of a laser rifle pelting the mutant. This thing was not going down

Lucy dragged the ghoul behind a nearby rock, she perched herself on the rock and trained her sight on super mutant. It's movements were erratic, but if she was going to hit it, she was going to hit it hard. This was not the time to ponder, this super mutant was clearly different and very dangerous.

She heard Frank shouting at someone, but couldn't make out what he was he was saying. Frank managed to bring the super mutant to its knees and deliver a massive blow to the head.

Careful not to hit Frank, she waited for an instinctive opening "Lucy entering, stage right..."

She fired a bolt from her Gauss Rifle into the super mutant's weakened head, the velocity of the round caused severe destruction upon impact. "...and roll credits".

Lucy reloaded quickly, just in case more support was needed.

Frank knew the sound of my rifle, she wondered what the other people there thought of this mysterious but heavy shot ringing out of nowhere to hit their target in the head.
 

Souplex

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"Little problem with your theory there pal! I haven't seen or heard of anyone else dealin' in energy weapons...Only folk I know of with large stocks of 'em sides for me is..." He paused to grin. "Funny thing, it's you. An' the Enclave o' course! But I'm not dumb enough to walk into your base and start shooting."
*Bang* A magnetically accelerated slug caused the mutant's head to pop. At least Lucy had his back.
"Actually, you'd be surprised. Most merchants at least stock some pew-pews since the Enclave's last campaign flooded the market. The only evidence we have, is Brotherhood communications, and you'd declare those nonobjective or something similar!"
"So what's your angle tin can? You got something half solid against me, or you just gonna talk shit and try to tell Simms how to run his town?"
"My angle is I don't like people fucking with my wasteland. I'm giving you a chance to go down with some dignity little Simba, because pretty soon the Brotherhood is going to send someone a lot less polite to me."
"Don't be a *****, just face me like a man. I doubt your whore of a mother would approve of a member of the family backing down from a challenge like this."
 

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Lucy hoisted the ghoul over her shoulder, struggling slightly under the weight, she walked closer to where Frank and the super mutant was. She perched the leg-humping ghoul against a nearby rock and gave him a small kick..."For a speedy recovery" she sarcastically muttered.

She perched herself on a nearby boulder, having fond memories of shooting radscorpions here with a laser pistol.

She had gone unnoticed, then again, they all seemed wrapped up in their own business.

Lucy could hear Frank arguing with someone who was wielding a laser rifle and had a lion-motif on his armor. She adjusted the duffel bag for comfort and had her Gauss Rifle ready if Frank needed any support.

Not likely, I've never seen anyone fight like him before. Maybe he would appreciate the gesture at the very least Lucy mused to herself

She noticed Lucas Simms standing next to the laser rifle-wielding stranger.

"I better sit this one out" Lucy whispered to herself, whatever they were arguing over, it didn't involve me.

Simms knew me, so did Moira. I even did odd jobs for Moira when she took me in not long after the attack.

I intended to vouch for Vikki and Frank if things got sketchy for Lucas Simms.
 

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- EDITOR'S REPORT -

Things have taken an unexpected turn. Actually, scratch that, it's ridiculous to not expect anything anymore. Maybe that's the way it's always been, I've never been one to think too much about these things, the art of the reporter is that of reporting, not supposing.

Since last report, Abe, myself and our new...acquaintances have resolved to head for Washington D.C.; it's becoming increasingly apparent that Abe needs treatment, his stamina has degenerated noticeably, even considering his apparently sustaining draught.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves, I am a reporter after all.

At last report, Abe and - by extension - myself were ensconced in the diner off the main thoroughfare of Canterbury Commons, waiting for things that were becoming increasingly vague to me.

However, during the previous night we picked up signs of a commotion somewhere else in the settlement; Abe thankfully had no intention of investigating, although as I've learned it would be a fruitless task to even attempt placing Abe's 'intentions'. Fortune pans out for me once again, I have no intention of getting shot in the name of journalism.

The following morning, our strange vigil was interrupted in a much more direct manner: a group of souls had gathered outside the diner, and tempers were flaring as raised voices mingled with the unmistakeable clicking and sliding tones of firearms being prepared. Quite unexpectedly, Abe stirred at this commotion, and gradually drew himself up from the booth in which he'd slept. Gripping his crutch, he hobbled over to the door and propped himself up against the frame, thus providing himself with two hands to unscrew the cap on his flask.

Seemingly headed by a somewhat portly and greying man, that the group kept addressing as 'Uncle', the militia had outfitted themselves with an array of crude firearms, probably not culled from any caravan stock, the inhabitants of the Commons surely don't have enough caps between them for that; and threw nervous glances over the town; certainly not professionals by any means, it's simple to identify, professionals don't hesitate.

Another group emerged from inside the town, one leading a laden Brahmin, another three or four struggling to haul...something.

Upon encountering the militia, the second group laid out their cargo before 'Uncle' and his followers. A dark-skinned, bloated beast, clad somehow in a dirtied and torn white garment.

It was the Walrus. The Walrus. Abe's 'catfish'.

The beast raised itself onto it's haunches, or at least what equated to haunches, and was gesturing as desperately as it's limbs - rather unsuited to gesturing - would allow; although evidently a slow, ponderous creature, it appeared to be under some considerable duress, as Uncle's mob levelled their weapons at the beast, no doubt dividing out shares of the meat. They can't be blamed, this new world makes barbarians of us all.

- note: apologies in advance, Ron, having to send this cable in two pieces, couriers are being difficult, and we have little to offer for a better service.

Ed.
 

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Oh that did it. That comment was enough to make Marlon move up from contemptuous to outright fury. "You leave my mother outta this!" Barely managing to rein it in enough to avoid shooting at Frank and blowing anything he had going for him, he unloaded a furious volley of lasers at the mutant.

"So you hear about things from out west huh?" Marlon was technically smiling, but it was the kind of smile that was only there to try and keep some kind of handle of vicious fury. "Okay, you got me, I'll admit a couple of members of my family got caught with their fingers in dirty pies." He hoped this'd throw Frank off a bit, because from what he could tell he was expecting Marlon to deny everything. "That's them though, I'm me. I'm toeing the line. Simms can go and shoot me now if I've broken some laws. But I haven't."

"But hey, speaking of out west, your buddies tell you how things are going for them out there? How they're being hunted down like the dogs they are cos of what they've done. They're just raiders out west. Maybe worse, cos they're harder to kill. They go tramping about the countryside, demanding people hand over all their tech and if they refuse they just kill them and take it anyway." The smile faded into a sneer. "So if you wanna talk about mud from outwest, you're just as sticky pal."

Felt good to say all that. Calmer now, he responded to another comment. "I'm not surprised there's a bunch of bits and pieces on merchants, scavenging happens. But I'm a specialist. You find me someone out here that specialises in the dealing of energy weapons and maybe that'll hold water. From what I hear though, no one's got stock like that round here."

"And just for your information. Ma would say to not do anything stupid. Like letting someone like you judge me rather than a neutral party who ACTUALLY matters, like the sheriff."
 

Souplex

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Frank stood triumphant over the defeated mutant, and reloaded his pistol.
"Okay, you got me, I'll admit a couple of members of my family got caught with their fingers in dirty pies. That's them though, I'm me. I'm toeing the line. Simms can go and shoot me now if I've broken some laws. But I haven't."
"You still maintain ties to an organization that expects such actions from you. They're your supplier, you have no choice but to."
"But hey, speaking of out west, your buddies tell you how things are going for them out there? How they're being hunted down like the dogs they are cos of what they've done. They're just raiders out west. Maybe worse, cos they're harder to kill. They go tramping about the countryside, demanding people hand over all their tech and if they refuse they just kill them and take it anyway." The smile faded into a sneer. "So if you wanna talk about mud from outwest, you're just as sticky pal."
"Except raiders don't save everyone from Super Mutants and the Enclave. We just share a name, and keep in contact. We don't support their recent actions. There is a group here that is like them though, they're called the Outcasts. They'll ensure that if you open up here, you put the entire settlement in danger."
"I'm not surprised there's a bunch of bits and pieces on merchants, scavenging happens. But I'm a specialist. You find me someone out here that specializes in the dealing of energy weapons and maybe that'll hold water. From what I hear though, no one's got stock like that round here."
"It doesn't matter that we don't have a specialist, folks keep themselves armed fine. Specializing just means you'll try harder to maintain your monopoly to maintain your unique appeal. I know your tricks from out west, I'd half expect you to do something stupid like sell to the raiders in order to drive up your sales from citizens who want to be on even ground."
"And just for your information. Ma would say to not do anything stupid. Like letting someone like you judge me rather than a neutral party who ACTUALLY matters, like the sheriff."
"Look; you clearly want to kill me, and I clearly want to make your eyes match. If we agree to fight each other outside of town, then there's no assault, Simms can't object, and if you win it'll drive your sales waaay up. If you win the annual sales contest, your whore mom will give you that horrible incestuous reward you've been craving."
"So just grow some balls, and lets rumba!"
 

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After the action had calmed down and Vikki was sitting next to Lucy and the ghoul, she thought about what she asked.

"I've heard something about someone called 'Doc' he's supposed to be 'fixing' super mutants," she answers, complete with air quotes, "I wonder if it's the same one who made me like this," she ponders aloud, watching Frank and the new guys arguing with each other.

"Are they raiders? Or just people who like to fight?" she asks Lucy, half watching the ghoul and the action occurring in front of them unfold.
 

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Lucy found Vikki taking a seat next her

She listened to Vikki mention a 'Doc' complete with air quotes, which she personally found hilarious.

"What do mean by 'fixing' super mutants?" Lucy replied, complete with air quotes of her own "I hope you don't mind me asking, I didn't want to say anything before if it was a sensitive issue." she continued on "Your outward appearance and voice doesn't match that of a ghoul, but more likely a smaller, more humanoid super mutant. I may just be guessing here, but you mentioned "same one who made me like this", what do you mean? Lucy pondered, hoping she wasn't intruding.

Lucy nudged the ghoul in the face with her foot while searching in her bag for that leftover piece of brahmin jerky.

"Those guys?" she mumbled in between munching "I think this is what guys call a dick-waving contest." Lucy changed her tone to that of an aristocratic woman "You see, a man's ego resides in his penis. When two males clash, they enter an ancient competition known as the 'dick-waving' contest. This duel of the phallus involves copious amounts of swearing, grunting and even brawling. Any effort is made to belittle the other in order to prove that their penis and subsequently their balls is indeed of increased proportions to their opponents."

She smiled after the delivery of that speech.
 

Souplex

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[Perception]Frank heard the girls talking even with all the yelling going on.
"I think this is what guys call a dick-waving contest." Lucy changed her tone to that of an aristocratic woman "You see, a man's ego resides in his penis. When two males clash, they enter an ancient competition known as the 'dick-waving' contest. This dual of the phallus involves copious amounts of swearing, grunting and even brawling. Any effort is made to belittle the other in order to prove that their penis and subsequently their balls is indeed of increased proportions to their opponents."
Frank looked at Lucy, smiling, although you couldn't tell with the helmet.
"Actually, this is less of a personal dick-waving contest, and more of a family feud dick-waving. It just so happens that I have enough dick to wave on behalf of my family."
Frank raised his voice so the cyclops above him could hear it.
"It just so happens the family we're waving against are a bunch of inbred hicks who stumbled into a business!"
 

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The funny thing about Sully's actions was that he actually lost karma because outright attacking the Enclave soldiers was what triggered #86 to shoot Dave in the first place. Ah, but that's all over now. With that weird bit of combat, he had managed to - very luckily - take out those guards with their own weaponry. It wouldn't be that easy again. Funny thing is...the Vertibird hadn't really moved. Oh, the pilot knew, but it's not the pilot you have to worry about. When Sully knocked in the dorms to get everybody out, he didn't see the newcomer. And he didn't see the newcomer because that man had literally come out of nowhere. Stealth Boy technology! He was in a definitely custom-built Enclave armor, a powersuit over other suits, black with navy-blue highlights. This...was not an ordinary soldier.

"You, sir, are NO fun at all. This land is Dave-land, but not just any Dave. ME Dave. FalloutDavid [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlHLk6-MLdk] of the Enclave. And you, my fine baseball-y friend, juuust stepped in it."

NAME: FalloutDavid

REAL NAME: David Davidson.

OCCUPATION: Enclave, Fallout Sector

FAVORED WEAPONS: Sniper Rifle, Plasm-Uzis, Rippers, Smoke Bombs

FAVORED EQUIPMENT: Stealth Boys, Cat's Eye, Grappling Hook

FAVORED SKILLS: Stealth, Sniping, Martial Arts.

BACKGROUND: The Enclave has a section for the best of its kind, above several calls of duty and certainly all the regular Joes at work. These experts have gone through nigh-unsurvivable missions and come out alive and intact. Their skill is such that the Enclave will not refer to them as numbers. They are the Fallout Sector, able to have their identities known with no fear of consequences for having an individual reputation. They are all kinds of powersuited madness. Among them, FalloutDavid is a tactical plan-man who enjoys having fun with his targets. He has been known to toy with targets that cannot strike back over the course of DAYS when in a good mood. When not, he is a deadly foe who pulls no punches and kills without delay whenever possible. A funny man, but a shrewd man. Enjoy!

The Enclave man pulled out two uzi-shaped plasma weapons and proceeded to spray green gunfire back and forth at both Sully and the dormatories! Good luck! You'll need it...

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Dudley and William accosted Morgan at the same time. It amounted to a load of gibberish in the man's ears, though he obviously knew what either man wanted. He held up his hands in a coaxing manner to try and calm them both, however.

Morgan: Gentlemen, please. One at a time, if you would be so kind.

He paused, though, having picked apart in his head what it was that Dudley wanted out from what he had been expecting to hear from William.

Morgan: Actually, I would be fine with seeing you both, provided that you sir...

He looked Dudley's way for this.

Morgan: ...are willing to work with others on a job of some importance. Generous compensation would be given as payment, of course. However, I must warn you...it is dangerous work.

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The mutant's thrashing around, though, prevented a clean shot. She did not get the head. Cass shredded muscle and sinew, cracked bone and split blood. And the mutant reacted like a wild animal with a booster shot up the ass. He JUMPED and put his head right through the floor, seeing Cass for the first time with his disfigured face.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!"

And then, he tried to pull her down with him.

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Number One [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DG1AS2EUzyY] listened to what Barry had to say, and then shook his head in a knowing fashion.

"Flash, Flash, Flash... You have to understand, this is more than just a government organization. We are the commitment of many under one cause, united for this before divided we fall. We must appear unified in appearance and act, mind and body, to show just how strong our resolve is. besides, these men are not superheroes like you are. They are the common man elevated to a higher level to affect the world at a superior degree. The meaningful name and design of the Enclave should stay. It holds its own form of elegance and simitry."

The Enclave leader pointed to his sprawling base now.

"Is it not a glorious sight to see so many men and women take up the cause for their suffering nation? That's what it's all about. The old government, even that of the remnant that survived within out group itself, is dead. Out with the old, in with the new. We must re-discover this nation and turn ourselves right-side-up. Now that we have gotten this new world curious about the new Enclave, I would have you speak to the world to explain that we are for great justice! Can you do that for us, Flash? With the words of a true hero, they would flock to our doorstep in droves and we would have more than enough to push out all raiders, mutants, deathclaws, and more."

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The Nukalurk charged at Michael, but it was actually stupid enough to walk right into the bullets. So...in a split second, Michael had a glowing crab mutant on top of him, but uhhh...it was also dead. Good work! Now...what was that distant clambering sound...? Did it sound like uhhh...more?

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Meanwhile, somewhere back at the Enclave base where they moniter Eyebot patrols, an Enclave soldier was boggling at what he'd just seen. The Eyebot instructed to follow some guy, to which said bot was armed and everything, just got taken out by a dog. Another one had been taken out by a girl with a...gauss rifle.

Soldier: We really need to make these things more durable.

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Meanwhile, a car was headed in...generally Brandon's position. It was an open-topped thing with a buncha' guys on it. They all had cross-tattoos on their faces, and they were running down a super mutant with uhh...FOUR LEGS?! Dude was dashing!

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The situation with the front of Megaton had gotten under control, and then out of control once more, in that fighting the very-mutated mutant was now down to a standoff between Marlon and Frank. Why hadn't Lucas reacted? Because this was a powder keg. You've got a BoS-looking guy picking fights with a Van Graff, you've got a girl of some familiarity to Lucas on the sidelines, there's a ghoul and a...semi-mutant with her, and they still needed to examine this thing. So, Sheriff Simms let the two men waste their energy, and then shot his rifle into the air once he had both robotic deputies and several wall guards waiting and ready.

Lucas: I'm gonna say this to you just once, to the both of you. Not here. You are not bringing this Brahmin shit to my door and expecting me to get digging. You want access to Megaton? You'd better be calm and peaceful, not carrying on as you are now. I'm going to let you two get on with your business, so long as it isn't the business of killing each other, and if I hear anything about one of you being dead even FAR from here, I will find the other and make sure justice is served, where applicable. Is that clear?

Simms had not grown to be an old sheriff by being stupid. Ever since the Lone Wanderer blasted Mr. Burke as he was trying to shoot him from behind, he had learned to be far more careful with his job. That all having been said and done, he tilted his hat and nodded at Lucy, as if in after-thought.

Lucas: Now, you all help me take this mutant to Moira and DO go on about this...'Doc'.
 

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There are few perfect moments in a man's life. A moment where something a man has dreamed of comes true and nothing hinders it. For Barry this was one of those moments. Despite his delusions of grandeur he was an intelligent man. He understood exactly what number 1 meant. "Individuality is less important than looking like a powerful force FOR GOOD. You can't afford to show to much theatricality because it would undermine everything YOU STAND for. You are MANY as ONE. Plus individuality breeds trouble within the ranks. People are much more efficient as cogs working toward a greater goal than individuals who would bicker and bring the whole down as a result. As long as the people join willingly that sounds like a great concept.I would be Honored to be a uniting symbol for this organization to bring in those who are unsure of your intentions." Now that he had gotten through that, he took the opportunity to gush a little bit and revert to his more usual ridiculous, excitable self, " A SYMBOL OF JUSTICE, AND FREEDOM, AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS AND THE BETTERMENT OF ALL HUMANITY! A SYMBOL OF GOOD AGAINST BAD! HEROES DEFEATING VILLIANS BECAUSE GOOD WILL ALWAYS TRIUMPH AS LONG AS WE ALL BELIEVE IT CAN!" At this point he was literally shaking with excitement.
 

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Music to Marlon's ears. He'd been thinking about how he'd have to take care of this brotherhood chump. Plasma is usually a good bet with power armor. Melt the servos, damage the vent ports and cooling systems, you could make one of those suits mighty hard to use or at the very least pretty uncomfortable to be in. Besides, it'd worked last time he had to fight brotherhood goons.

Happily though, Simms had saved him the trouble. Which was good news for his plans of setting up shop here. Especially with news of the Enclave being back in business. Bullets wouldn't do that much against them, but Energy weapons? Much more effective. He had a couple of cases of weapons in the trunk of his car. Hadn't even cracked them open. They weren't his after all. Family merchandise. Maybe he could give one of them to Simms as a good will gesture for the armory. Granted, he hated the idea of losing stock without pay off, but the sheriff's approval was worth its weight in gold if he was any judge. Maybe then he could take the other case and work out a deal with Moriarty to deal out of a room in his tavern. Give ol' Col a decent comission on sales, handle the resupplies of the town's energy ammo when needed and personal sidearms for anyone who wants to buy....Yeah...this could be a real sweet gig.

Composing himself to look less enraged and calming a little, he answered Simms. "You got it sheriff." And with that he climbed down from the walls to get his work gloves from the car before getting in place to haul the body to Craterside. No way in hell was he touching that thing with his bare hands.