A new day has come (New Mission)

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"Well, maybe we better move on, but than again, can they be so dangerous? After all they're only wasteland scum." Rein said "By the way, where the hell is that guy who was on the radio a while ago?"
Bauman answered: "He was gonna join up with us, said to look for a guy in a blue beret..."
"Well, I think it's funny he hasn't showed up yet, I think we should go look for him." Rein said.

The others seemed to hesetate.
 
So a bunch of criminals survive and decide to terrorize everyone else. Isn't that just great, well they had enough firepower to fend them off Baumann hoped.

"Well, I think it's funny he hasn't showed up yet, I think we should go look for him." Rein said.

Nodding Baumann checked his submachine gun. Alright Rein your with me everyone else stay here and try to find something to hide behind and watch for anything suspicious. Would you care to join us Swa? You seem to know the area and that is an advantage Shifting the patrol Cap on his head Baumann began moving towards the exit.[/b][/b]
 
"I suppose I'm safer with your crispy belgian firepower than on my own... Knowing the area is saying a lot though, I just arrived here early this morning." Swa replied. "From which direction is that dude supposed to come from anyway?"
 
OOC:

France, Spain and those who have not entered the game yet, check my last post.

IC:

The group left the building - the woman did not resist going with the: she was curious and concerned at the same time.

One block away, they could see the three man around Marc. The gangmember closer to the blue beret said:

- Come on, speak or we will just have some fun to make you speak...

Evil laughter filled the air.
 
“You know this place really does have charm. We’ve got endless desert, no vegetation, people lying face down in the middle of the road; this place has dream vacation spot don’t you think?”

Ashley simple wrote off his stupid comment with the roll of her eyes.

“Come on, you know that you’d pay good money to see this.”

“So what about him?” Ashley said motioning towards the individual lying in next to the road.

“I don’t know……” Naberic watched the man. He didn’t move. Still Naberic wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to go out try play hero until they had learned more about this place.

“I’m going to go and see I can help him.”

*sigh* “Fine, let’s go.”

Ashley and Naberic flipped the man over onto his back, and as they did a nauseous smell arose into the air. He has vomited all over himself and it was at that time that Naberic noticed the broken bottle near man’s left hand and the revolver near his right. Naberic hated guns more than anything. He picked up the revolver and threw as far away from him as possible.

“I think he’s dead.”

“No, almost though.”

“How can you tell?”

“Look at his boots.”
“What about them?”

“Just take them off.”

As Ashley removed the boots from the man’s feet, a small stream of blood ran out. She looked down and grimaced at the sight of the left ankle. It was completely broken and the upper bone had pieced the skin and was protruding out.

“Can’t we do something to help him?”

“We could try to set the bone and then bandage and splint it, but we’d probably do more harm than good. Of course, I think he is probably dead either way so we might as well try it.”

Ashley held down the leg as Naberic attempted to set the bones, it wasn’t done quite properly but it was all that he could do.

“See what is in that bag he has.”

“What am I looking for?”

“Something to sterilize this….. and a bandage of some kind……..and see if there is anything about half a meter long that we can use as a split.”

“This work?” Ashley had in hand a Danzig T-shirt and a bottle of Vodka.

“Yeah.” Naberic took the Vodka and pored it over the wound as Ashley finished looking thought the bag.

“No splint.” Ashley looked down and noticed something. There were among the rumble the remains of the freeway guard rail that were about 65 centimeters in length. “Here.” Ashley said handing the pieces to Naberic. Naberic placed the pieces of steel on each side of the leg and tied pieces of the shirt he had torn around the whole thing.

“I think that’s all we can do.” Naberic had become much more serious and quiet than he had been early.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I want to stay here awhile then, just incase we can do something else.”

“Sure.”

Naberic knew why his friend wanted to stay here, and he could see her point; no one should have to face death alone. Ashley knew that his guy wasn’t going to live. He had lost too much blood and she wasn’t stupid. They had simply made his passing a little more comfortable. Naberic left Ashley with the dying man, picked an old rusty sign, and started to dig a grave for the body.

After three hours time the man had passed on and Naberic and Ashley were more than done digging the grave. They lowered his body into the whole and said a few words wishing whatever remained, spirit as it might be called, of the man pleasant times,. By the time this was all concluded it was nearly nightfall and it was clear that this would be camp for the night. Naberic had become almost completely silent. Ashley knew why and it was in her thoughts as she wrote a Journal entry for the day.

October 17, 2079

We finally left that accursed vault today. I thought that things would be better in the outside but now I am not so sure. The first person we met was a drunk who had busted his own ankle and bled to death. Looking around I wonder if anyone else has honestly survived. Everything is green is gone. The grass, the trees, the flowers, all extinguished in an instant. I’m really not even sure that I am on Earth any more.

Of course, Naberic tried to make a joke about it. Even after all these years I still have a hard time reading him, though I could tell how he felt about our first encounter with an other human side our own little security vault. Nothing has really changed with him. He is still beating himself up about the things he can’t change. He honestly wanted to save the man we found today, that I could tell, but I don’t think he is able to accept the fact that he couldn’t. Whenever something like this happens he is so damn quiet. I just wish he talk about what he his feeling rather than keeping it all inside.
 
Holding up his hand Baumann dropped into a crouch when he sighted the men. " Well theres our man, seems he found himself a bit of trouble"Glancing around at the buildings He motioned Rein and Swa forward. Pointing at Swa and then Rein he described his plan. "Ok Swa I want you stay back incase any of them try to get back here, Rein take the left flank and take out the guy on the far side" crouching and running forward in a combat crouch.

The punks up ahead where laughing and make jokes in the local language. Crawling to within 15 meters of the two on the nearest side he waited.
 
Zaij looked at the drugs that Rob had managed to find somewhere, but dismissed them. He had better alternatives.

The small group moved to a better hiding spot. Most of their firepower had left with Baumann and Rein. That wasn't a good thing, yet good things were hard to come by since they left The Vault. Zaij was getting stressed. He started walking up the building. The rest followed.

"Get to the top floor guys, I'll move to the third floor and keep an eye out for trouble. If there is any, you'll hear gunshots."

The walk to the third floor, over all the barricades and rubbish was tiring. He sat down by a window - or atleast, where a window should've been and lit up, waiting for either Baumann, Rein and who he reffered to as "blue-berret-dude" to show up, or some trouble.
 
Marc did not reached his gun at any moment, knowing that this would make the two mens nervous, but he was ready to reach his weapon for a quick attack just the same.
Marc wasn't just going to stay there and wait for something to happen. So he spoke to the two man standing in front of him.

"-Im just exploring, and I mean no harm, besides I am an United Nations representative.-" All this whit a complete calmed and firm voice, not letting show the other man any sign of fear, and Wandering if the UN thing would mean anything to them.

"-How do we know you are not a bandit?-" one of the man inquired.-"
] "-Do I look like a bandit?-" Marc half smiled and raised an eyebrow.

The three man looked at him and noticed the beret, the insignias and the clean and properly dressed uniform.

"-alright, we belive you, for now. but we will be watching you, closely. By the way, what Vault are you from?-"
"-That is not of your concern, if I tell you, I would be putting the people of my Vault in danger.-"

"-Okay, but we will be watching you.-"

The three man walked away, and as they did, Marc noticed Baumann hiding nearby, and approached him.
Baumann stands up. Marc salutes Baumann and says:

"-Good to know someone was watching my back. Hi, Im Marc.-"
Baumann looked surprised at Marc and said:
"-You talked them out! How did you did that?-""

"-Well, in my profession you got to learn to be a diplomat. Besides, I do not think they left, they are just considering what to do, I also think they want to know the location of the vault, so they won't go far. Be ready to have to confront them later. They said they will be watching me, and I think they are doing just that thing right now. My experience tells me that they already know about all of us here, I think they are after the vault, and I think they may also have friends. Get what I mean? Now, let's go to a safer place.-"
 
OOC: Ok moving ahead. To the characters not involved in the action mentioned here, please read my last post and post based upon that. All those involved in the action mentioned here, do post what your character think!

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Marc, Baumann and Rein walked to Swa and returned to the building where the rest of the group was.

Zaij was the first to see them returning. He announced:
Look, they are already back and unharmed!

The portuguese woman said, in disbelief:
Amazing! I wonder what happened?

Soon the group was reunited and Marc introduced.
As they have walked upstairs in the buiding, they saw that whatever was useful had been taken away by scavengers. Except for a small closet in a wall that was revealed as they walked in a corridor: a cabinet had fallen against it and fell on the floor as they passed by. The small closed was intact, and opening it, the group found a small first aid kit.

I still think we beter leave this place. That gang means trouble, I think they are up to something!

And where do you suggest we go? Swa inquired

She looked at him and said with no hesitation: To another city. Even if we are lucky enough so the gangs dont mess with us, still we may be caught in the crossfire. Besides, you dont want them to know where your vault is, right?


*CENTRAL SPAIN*

Ashley and Naberic proceeded traveling in the morning.
They reached the city about noon.
It was dry and desolated, and few of the buildings have remainded. It seemed to have somehow been alive, however, for they could spot a few houses made precariously recently, and some attempts of repairing on the buildings.

They walked around for about fifteen minutes, however, and saw not a soul.
Half an hour and nothing.
Then they heard a sound - something like a knife being sharpened.
It came from the building on their left, a former restaurant that still had its tables and chairs, even though the front glass had been torn and the nameplate was rusty.
 
"-Even if we move away from here, they would probably follow us. They are not going to let the possibility of raiding a vault slip away. They are in need of resources found in the vault and may even resent us for having been lucky enough to be in a vault when the bombs were dropped. And Im sure as hell they are not just three. I say we get prepared to have to fight them, yet avoid fight if possible. We must also consider to get more firepower, so trying to kill their better armed thugs first to get their weapons and ammo might be a good idea. But for now, we better get ready to don't let them take us by surprise. We must stay together and watch for each other, in order to not allow them to capture one of us and force him to speak abut the location of the vault.-" Marc said.
-"That's great! But ho did you figured this out?-" The portugese women inquired.
"-Because if they weren't looking for the vault... I would be dead by now! Besides it takes larger groups to raid a vault. that's why I say they have "friends". And if we leave this place just like that, they might catch us in the open, where we have no chance. We have more possibilities here in the middle of the rubble. But we not must stay here for long neither, we would be beaten eventually. I suggest we leave, but in a safe way. We can't go to the vault neither, or they'll find out it's location. So we better disappear without they noticing, maybe at night, or taking separated ways to confuse them, and then rejoining in a determinate rally point. I have tis Pip boy 2000 with the locations of some cities and towns that were not too far from here. At this point I take any suggestions-"
 
"Guys, I think we should go with them. Were not the largest of groups, and it would proably be best to avoid getting in any fights.."
 
You know, what Marc said mades some sense. You guys are not expecting any other reinforcements, are you?

They nodded negatively, Baunmann said NO.

Then we better prepare.
 
-"Hey! We still have the radio, not that we can call on any reinforcements from those cowards, but we should warn the vault. Oh I almost forget, here are some supplies, or at least what they could hand me.-"

Marc opened his backpack and pulled out a bag with supplies. The bag contained: 8 Stimpacks, 4 flares, 48 round of 10mm JHP, 24 of 10mm AP, a drug pack issue containing: antibiotics, morphine, vitamine pills, pip pills, sick pills, tranquilizer pills, sleeping pills, 2 issues of Rad-X and 2 of Rad Away, one issue of the Survival Guide in english (by Vault-Tec Inc.), one in spanish and one in portuguese, Eight Day MRE rations (Meal Ready to Eat) (This Vault-Tec version comes issued with a comestible spoon!), water contained in blue Vault-Tec flasks with the number of the Vault in one of the sides.


OOC: (Eastern Egg): (continuing the list of items) ..., one hundred dollars in rubles, one hundred dollars in gold, one issue of prophylactics, three lip sticks, three pairs of nylon socks. Shoot, a fella could have nice weekend at Vegas with all that stuff. (From doctor Strangelove)
OOC: Besides the Radiation supplies, the food and water, and the ammo, the other things are more less useless. Unless we give them a particular use in the thread. Use your Imagination!
 
The metallic noise coming from the restaurant was somewhat unsettling to the two passing individuals but it also struck them with a strange curiosity. They had been wandering around this town for nearly 45 minutes and still had not encountered a soul. Perhaps there was something within this structure. The two edged closer and closer to the restaurant and as they did, a smell drifted to them, a smell of spices, possibly Italian.

“Pasa, amigos.” A voice came from with in the dinner. The two wanders complied with the stranger’s request.

“Como te llamas?” asked Naberic?

“Me llamo Antonio. Y Usted?”

“Me llamo Naberic y ella es Ashley,” replied Naberic.

“Can we speak in english?” asked Ashley?

“Si. We speak in Ingles.” Replied Antonio.

“Good.” Replied Ashley.

“So friends why are you here? You come to eat at my fine restaurant?”

“We are just searching for others for survived,” said Naberic.

“But we really could use something to eat? What do you have?”

“What ever fine Italian food you desire.”

“Fine, Can I get some Manicotti.”

“Yes I can do that, and for you my friend?”

“I will have anything vegetarian.”

“Okay, Yes that will be right out.”

OOC: More to come later I have to go to class.
 
OOC: Funny easter eggs.

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Portugal, at the building in the city

Well, it will be night in a couple of hours, that is soon enough, so we better set a plan cause maybe they are waiting for us out there - or maybe they will try to get in and take us.
The woman said, very seriously.

Marc noded and replied:
Lets prepare to move away, maybe to the nearest city.


OOC: Guys, I want you to post so we know who is still with us.

*Meanwhile, Naberic and Ashley...*

The idea of a real well done meal was tempting and so they sat and waited.

The food did not disapoint - but they were only half way through when they heard screams down the road.

A group of men was running after another man, who seemed desperate and almost breathless. The men had what seemed to be farming tools used as if they were weapons - and from the expression on the face of the man they were chasing, they were up to no good. The cook was not around, maybe he was at the kitchen.
 
"-Well guys. We move on or what? Are you with us?-" Marc said, while taking the Survival Guide in spanish to search for some tips on night wasteland operations.
 
"Yup! Let's move out!" Rein said as he tightened his belt and checked his weapons. He then walked to the door, opened it, and walked outside. While he was waiting for the others to get out he looked around at the roftops and windows to see if there was anyone, or anything watching them. He did notice some slight movements some places, but it might just as well have been the wind.
 
Rein suddenly heard some noise nearby, and quietly communicated this to the others inside the building, as he kept looking around, waiting for something to happen.
Marc sneaked quietly outside the building, then quickly crossed the street and took cover behind a car. Then he walked quietly taking cover behind the rubble with his 10mm ready to fire. Marc suddenly saw a head raising above the rubble and then a rifle raised and aimed at him. Marc shot first, hitting the raider in the head and killing him. Everyone else kept quiet. Then Baumann and Rein moved to cover the street. Marc took the raider's weapon, an AK-112 and 124 rounds of 5mm AP ammo.
"-He was spying us-" Marc said. "-That shot will surely attract more raiders to this location... We better get the hell out of here quick, it is now or never.-"
The sun was hiding behind the horizon, and the group began to move away from the town, hoping the raiders where not fallowing them. Their destiny was a town east from there, towards the mountains.

OCC: We are heading east, near Spain, have this in mind. Begin to write when you feel like to, new possibilities are being opened.
 
Half way from the town, in the dessert, while the group was walking, the sound of passing bullets interrupted the optimistic journey.
Marc: "-To the ground everyone!-"
Swa: "-It's coming from behind!-"
Rein and Baumann hit the ground and start returning the fire.
Marc: "-Don't waste much ammo, but keep em down!-"
Everyone was over their stomachs as the bullets kept fling near, maybe too near, some got to hit the ground rising dust.
Marc: "Shoot only the ones that are advancing and keep their heads low! We need to gain some time! One group has to cover while the other retreats! I need someone to come with me to cover from the left!
 
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