A band of wastlanders

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"Fine, I'll believe you. For now. But there's something going on, I'm sure of it. But anyway, I'll go gather the posse."
Wyatt went rang the bell near the town hall. People began to gather outside.
"In case you didn't notice, we have some trouble by the name of a gang called the Hells Bikers. They want us to hand two newcomers over, or else they'll attack."

"Why don't we give them over? They ain't kin or friends!", shouted one of the townspeople.

"I know, but I it ain't right betraying people like that. They expect our hospitality, and this is how we show it. You should be ashamed of yourselves! Now I need a posse to help fight off the bandits. Who's with me?"

An uncomfortable silence followed. Wyatt sighed, and finally said, "If you won't do it out of the goodness of your hearts, then do it for yourselves. One of the newcomers has seen them pull this trick on a town before, and they'll attack us either way. They'll steal our children, rape our women, and destroy this town. Are we gonna let them stab us in the back like that? Hell no!"
This seemed to get the townspeople riled. The able men and women went to get their guns and other weapons. Some still grumbled about how Wyatt wasn't doing a good job of protecting them, considering he was the de facto leader here. Wyatt went back to the others, and said, "We got ourselves a posse."
 
As Jared walks into town, he can sense a lot of tension in the air. The same feeling he always had when a battle was looming. He saw a large group of people gather in the center of town. As he looked off to the side, he saw a man stumble. He snickered a bit, maybe he's drunk, or then again maybe not. He walked up to him to see what the commotion was about.
 
"Yeah, wouldn't want you to do much of the work", Wyatt muttered to himself sarcastically. He walked over the NCR soldier, and asked, "Hey there. You've arrived just in time. We need some help with a gang, nasty bunch called the Hells Bikers. What they lack in originality they make up for in ruthlessness, I hear. Are you a ranger? Either way, your somebody who knows how to handle a gun well, being a professional."
 
"Sorry to dissapoint but I haven't been an official military man for some years now. So gang problems huh?"

This is not what I need right now, he thought to himself. But then again, his investigation wasn't over, let alone the long term support from this town.

"Alright, I'll help ya. I've dealt with thugs like this before . If we can run em off now, you might keep em away for good. By the way, are you the law in this town?
 
Marshall overhears the conversation as he keeps relatively close, sipping his hard whiskey and chain smoking like a coal plant.

As he hears the newcomers confidence, it echoes in him too, and he can't help but smile himself. He plops down on the porch.

"Bones... When did they say they were gonna come back?"
 
X-Ray walked into town, kicking off the dust on his time tested combat boots. Perhaps the best purchase he had ever made. From crossing the wastes to squashing skulls, they had proven themselves. Good boots.

He noticed two men sitting and conversing, one looking a lil mangy with a whiskey bottle in hand. There was another, he looked clearly military, or perhaps old military. Still you could always tell.

Someone said something about gangs.

X-Ray nodded, "So anyone know where a man can turn lead into bottle caps?"
 
"Yeah.. this feller owes me 250 caps.. He'll pay ya for your help", Marshall said as he hiccups. Hiccup again. Bones looks grimaced.
 
"Quite simple really. Just help us and the town see another day and you'll be a lil' richer my friend... Though I must warn ya, these bikers ain't no joke. The one guy looks 7 feet tall. Makes me feel like I'm a small child", Marshall laughs into a frown, where he drinks even harder.
 
He took a seat and pulled out a Nuka-Cola, twisting the cap off and take a gulp. X-Ray takes note of Marshall's heavy swig. Whoever that Gang Leader was, the man sounded like he was part Super Mutant, though he had never heard of Half Super Mutants or baby super mutants for that matter.

"I got a few rounds for thr automatic rifle and a couple for my pistol. If worst comes to worst, I have ol' Scalper here," he puts a wicked looking hand forged, custom made tomahawk. The thing looked like a life taker, and by the look of the edge, many wondered how many skulls has it split.

"How many able bodies do we have and what are our weapons?"
 
"Frank!Thats it I can radio frank he owns a gun shop and is a good friend in rust town and bring better guns and ammo.Dies this town have a radio?"bones asks wyatt
 
"Yes, it's in the old Sherriff's office."
Wyatt turned to Jared.
"Yes I am the law here. I'm part of a local militia."
 
"Well that's good news." Jared turned to Bones and held out his radio. "No need, I carry this one around with me alot." As he stared at Bones he felt a bit of suspicion.

He turned back to Wyatt, "He a deputy of yours?"
 
"I would radio in too but I'm afraid I'm a bit out of range. Knowing the military, they probably wouldn't spare troops to defend a town from raiders anyway. But then again that kinda depends, who are we dealing with here?"
 
"There are about 300 of them but they are unorganised and poorly equipped must using broken melee weapons or there fists.They also have some great khans in there as well."
 
"300 huh? We can't take them head on. We should come up with some type of plan to deal with them."
 
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