OOC: I said I'd be doing this.
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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?!