A new day has come (New Mission)

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"If we hand them over, you guys can save your bullets and just string us up to this tree here..." Swa said pointing at a big tree behind him. "I don't care for this type of stupid arguments. You know and I know that we won't give up our weapons, so we'll just be on our way then, ok? You may call me a cynic, but the power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it."
 
Now with a serious voice: "-He's right, you want us to trust you, but you don't trust us, and that feeling must be mutual.-" Now Marc takes his rifle from the grip and aims it up in a resting position, and suddenly Marc's size appears to enlarge by a trick of shadows. "-We will leave if we have to, but we will not be intimidated.-"
This makes George think again abut going in combat with them, and he realizes that the result from the fight would not be good, for no one.
 
"-So, George, where do your "lands" end? And why are they in the middle of a mountain? Even the abandoned city near here looks like a better place to stay.-" Now just a bit more friendly, Marc says: "-What's the story behind it?-"
 
Tim walked out of the vault inner door and through the main entrance room which served as a decontamination area on most vaults. He walked out of the open main vault door, the four foot thick steel door was nearly always open on Tim's vault. After a short walk through man made cave Tim was standing in the center of the small settlement that the Vault personell had built. Tim's vault was up high in the mountains and had little in the way of radiation or life. Unlike the American Vault system most other Vault projects had been built and desgined to open nearly immediatly after the bombs had dropped. Tim's vault was one of these vaults and the people inside had opened the door as soon as they realised that the area outside was safe of radiation and enemy forces.

Now there was a small settlement and a community growing outside the Vault built with the scraps and materials left over on the outside from the vault's construction and from things they had scavenged from the abanoned town just a few miles away at the foot of the mountain. Tim said his goodbyes to everyone and saddled up on the motor cycle he had been given.

"You bring her back in one peice, ya'hear?"

Tim smiled at Raul, the resident mechanic, The soul reason he was now sitting on a working combustion engine. And with that he set off. Down the winding and hidden mountain path to the foor of the mountain, through the abandonded city and away. A few hours later Tim was crossing the old steel bridge that had once passed over a river, and now passed over a dry ditch. He was now further away from the vault than he had ever been.

Nightfall... Tim slowly rolled the bike into a small rut next to the road and pulled accross some metal sheeting so as to conceal himself and the prescious bike. He lay down in the dirt tired and ready to sleep but oddly happy on the fact that he was not sleeping in the Vault. He lay there with his radio in one hand yawning and looking at his Pipboy screen. He had some way to go but he was well on his way, shutting off the Pipboy to conserve power he switched on the radio and began monotoring local radio traffic. Nothing more could be heard from the other vault dwellers or from anyone else in the area. His eyes disobediantly closing on there own he switched the radio off and went to sleep.

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OoC: The bike is just so I can reach the other party a bit faster, I'll "lose" it when I find them :).
 
*At the mountain*

George took a moment to reply.
"This whole mountain is our raven. You see, stranger, we are safer here than in the abandoned city - for the city below usually gets attacked by a gang who takes no prisoners, so to speak. Word is they got so primitive they enjoy canibalism. Observation of your group made us sure you are not them, but yet strangers you are, and you better leave us to our peace. In fact, even your presence here may eventually call their attention. "

The woman beside George said:
"He is right, strangers. Last time someone came up here by himself was unfortunate enough to be found by them... You may think my husband is being rarsh, but he is trying to advise you. On the other side of the mountain its safer to travel. "

"What Flavia is sayin is that if you stay here, you may not see morning - and its not because of us! They..."

Someone says: "They are coming!"

"Are you sure?" Flavia said, looking down the trail.

"I saw something shining in the east, down there..."

George said, his voice grave:

"We are leaving. Good luck!"

The group of the "mountain owners" was preparing to disapear in the night.
 
*Tycel *

In the morning he could see the mountain at a distance.
To get there he would have to pass through what seemed to be a dead city.

The closer he got, the stranger the city seemed to be - with some bizarre "decorations", so to speak, as the walls oddly graffited in brownish red.

The strangest was a large window on a store, through which he saw a whole human skeleton instead of a mannequin. It was dressed and was wearing shoes. A hat completed the arrangement.
 
"Everybody on yer toes!" Rein shouted. "Put out the fire, get some barricades up, and fast!"
Rein took cover behind a burnt out treeroot and layed down three hand granedes in front of him. He readied his rifle and waited...After a while everybody was ready, and it was completely quiet. Untill they could hear the sounds of "sneaking".
 
Tim causiously began making his way through the abandoned city at about 20 MPH, the debris and rubble scattered all over the road prevented him from driving much faster. As he got deeper into the city he began seeing more and more odd graffiti, the brownish red paint seemed very recent in some places.

Just ahead there appeared to be some buildings missing, as Tim passed a few more bits of rubble he could clearly see that a whole building had infact falled into the middle of the road while the other buildings seemed untouched. Tim figured that somone must have set explosives or somthing in the building. Tim made a left and began trying to find a way past the blockage, the next road looked clear but as Tim tunred into it he could see he was very wrong.

Ahead of him was what appeared to be a man made structue, it comprised of mainly tin sheets, various metal poles and panes and lots of wood and planks. It looked very recent. Tim slowly pulled the .45 Desert Eagle from his holster, he could hear his breath pick up a bit from inside the gas mask and he could feel his heart pumping a little faster.

So there was life outside the vaults... by the looks of it organised life, this could be a settlement of some sort but why all the walls and blockades? Tim got to within about 50 meters of the junk wall when he saw the posts beneath them. Tim clicked the safety on his Desert Eagle to the off position. Skulls mounted on posts with strange tatters banner flying from each one, clearly a marked of some kind but there was no writing. The redish borown graffiti was all over the walls, it was clear why it was reddish brown now.

Suddenly two parts of the metal barrier slid making a 10 meter gap, from inside a loud warcry came and at least twelve people covered in pots and pans, metal sheets lashed to each other, chainmail and various other materials clearly an attempt at armour, came running out charging him with metal poles, two of them had hand guns and various others had knifes, spears and other stabbing weapons. Tim instantly leveled the Desert Eagle on them and opened fire. *BOOM, BOOM-BOOM* The first two of the pack fell. *BOOM, BOOM* The first shot missed but the second caught one of the ones holding a pistol in the upper chest. *BOOM-BOOM* Two more fell, one of them was the second pistil carrying savage.

Tim realised that there was no way he could take them all down before at least one of them reached him, holstering the empty Desert Eagle he grabbed a metal pole out of some rubble and wereckage to his left and held it tightly, through the open gates he could see the way out of the city. He hit the throttle on the bike and began speeding towards the crowd of barbarians, standing up on the bike he raised the metal pole above his head and got ready to cut a path through them.

As he closed in doing 70 most of the gang dived to the left or right but the one at the front kept on running straight for him. Tim swung with the pole cracking it straight into the guys ribs. Tim let go of the pole as it impacted into the guy who was now flying through the air proabably with a few broken ribs. Tim made a dash for the city exit, behind him one of the smarter savages picked up one of there falled comradeds guns and began taking shots at Tim. Tim Ducked back down on the bike and pelted for cover on the bike, all the shots missed and Tim got away... for now.
 
Marc took cover behind a rock. The only way in from the west was a small canyon passage, further to the east was another canyon passage, that was the way out. The group was in an excellent defensive position, it was suicide to attack having to pass trough the narrow opening.

(silence)... Suddenly one of the attackers ran in a berserk way shouting trough the opening to the east (where everybody was aiming at) one shot was fired and the attacker stopped shuting and fell to the floor. More silence, and then, many voices could be heard shouting all together, coming closer and closer, anyone that wasn't scared to that should have been crazy, the shouts fell closer and closer.
"-Control your fire!! Remember, don't waste ammo!! You are gonna need it!!-" Marc said. When the first attackers passed the canyon the fire begun. Marc switched his rifle to full auto and started spraying short bursts, everyone with guns fired at the attacking crowd. It lasted seconds, but the shouting and the firing began to stop, until there was a complete death silence.

"-Anyone hurt?-"
Marc asked, some answered they were fine, others said nothing because there was nothing wrong with them, marc took his flashlight and began to scout to se if everyone was okay, others did the same.
"-Check the bodies for weapons and ammo-"
Marc said, but Rein who was already doing this said:
"-No, sorry, no firearms, just spears and clubs-"
"-What?-"
Marc reached the bodies of the attackers and scanned them with his flashlight, the attackers looked primitive, using primitive weapons and primitive armor. After seing this, marc said:
"-This is wrong, they are not the same from we fought before-"
"-What do you mean they are not the same, who are them?-" Saij said.
"-There is more going on out here than we imagined, the bandits we found in the city north of the vault where organized ones, more civilized, smarter, and they carried better weapons-"
Marc pointed to his assault rifle, the one he took from one of the raiders.
"-And then are this ones, the "cannibals", who live in the city we have god knows why been lucky enough to pass trough without trouble, if we stayed there for any longer we would have been someones meal."
"-That's right-" Rein said "-That explains why the raider attacked us in the dessert and did not waited until we got into the city, and then make a more organized attack-"
"-Wich would have defeated us, but the raiders did not wanted to enter "cannibal" territory, fact that saved us, but we have gone from bad to worse. I don't know if we are very lucky or very unlucky.-"
"-So the only way we have to survive is to go across the mountains-" The portuguese women, who was listening with attention, said.
"-Thats right... for now, if the outside world out here is that hostile, we wont survive it for long. We have to go back to the vault, we are unable to do that at the moment, so we will go further east, to Spain, but we have to find a way back to the vault some day, the sooner the better. In the meantime I have to communicate this to the vault, this is very important information, we must tell them to not go out by any reason, I am going to transmit the report right now.-"
Marc took the radio and contacted the vault...
"-Vault, this is scout group, over... come in vault...-"

OOC: 7ycell: Radio... hello... make use of it, we are transmitting the vault our position and status, Marc's got a full report.
To everyone: We got a complex conflict and a goal: the quest to go back to the vault (it could take years or a whole fallout game time period to do it, and we can find plenty of friends during the time it will take)
 
It was night time now.

Tim had put a nice bit of distance between him and city at this point and was climbing up the winding mountain paths on his bike. Just then there was a crackle and a buzz from his backpack. Tim slowed down, stopped and swung his bag around infront of him, reaching inside he pulled the radio out.

"-is scout group, over... come in vault...-"

Tim pulled back his sleev and looked at the pip boy, it had a good signal lock on there location. Using his scramber chip radio he began to tune into there frequency.

"...Vault this is scout group one do you read?...*static*"

Happy to be hearing a voice and not a manic war scream Tim responded.

"Scout group one this is... Lone Eagle, You are using un-scrambled radio frequncys. That is not a good idea, I have a lock on your general position. From the look of it the mountain you are stationed on has a high level of magnetic interference from the local rocks, that would seriously inhibit your transmittion range."

"...Err, who are you? Lone Eagle? How the hell did you know we were from a Vault and how in gods name have you got a location lock on us!..."

"...I will explain all when I get to your position, I dont want to transmit too much over 'open air'. I'll explain why when I get to your position, stay put for about... half an hour ok? And keep radio silence! Lone Eagle out."

Tim clipped the radio to the side of his belt just next to his 9mm pistol holster and sped off on his motorcycle. A few more miles up the mountain and the track was getting very difficult to transverse with a motor. Another half hour later Tim came to a part where he couldnt get the bike past, a large cliff face that was way to steep. Tim unloaded his stuff from the bike and rolled it behind some bushes, covering it with various plant life and stuffing the jery cans next to it. Satisfied that the rocks he had cleaverly placed would keep the bike hidden.

Tim logged the location into the Pipboy 2000 and then proceeded on foot to climb the rock face, according to the Pipboy he was getting close. As Tim reached the summit of the face he pulled himself over the rim looking back to unhook his foot that had become temporarily stuck. When he freed his foot he slips back and some of the rock at the precipice of the cliff gives, Tim begins to slide down the hill rolling through dust and sand, after about a fourty second rolling drop Tim comes to a stop at the bottom of the cliff, his body hurt from the long roll luckily the sand padded most of the 'decent'.

Suddenly there was a bright light in Tim's eyes and a rifle was pointing in his face.

"Who are you?..."

"... *cough* Loan Eagle *cough cough - spits out sand and rolls over* You must be the other Vault scouting group?" Tim prayed the answer was yes as the light in his eyes was blinding him from see who it was had a rifle to his head.

The torch light lowered allong with the rifle.

"Yea were the scout group from the Vault now how the hell did you find us and just wh-"

"My names Tim, I come from an icolated Vault some way from here, I wont say where... yet. We've been monotoring you radio talk between you and your vault since your first message, out Vault opened quite a while ago but the people of the vault never wanted to leave the safytey of.. the vaults location, and the crops that the area supplies keeps up going nicly. I on the other hand have always wanted to leave but though it to dangerous to do on my own, so when I found out there was another surviving Vault near by and that it had sent out explorer I jumped at the chance to leave. I was going mad being stuck in one place with no new faces and nothing to do except watch the two headed cows mate. Whats more, we have for some time been picking up scrambled radio transmission, very complicatedly scrambled, we cannot de scramble them with our hardware. Now, out Vault de scrambler equitment was top of the range millitary issue before the war broke out which leaves us to belive somone has more advacned technology, or rather they have been manufacturing new technology. We pick the signals up comming from all directions and from all over europe. Leads me to bevile that the signals are comming from either an extremly large group or they have some advanced form of transport. Planes or Helicopters maybe. Once we picked up a signal comming from somone who claimed to be from another vault... far far to the north of here. They said they had found an old communications network and began transmitting there co-ordinates over the air waves so that other Vaults might send parties to investigate. The signal repeated itself and there was a reconded message but one day the message suddenly stopped, mid speach. Next thing we know, the scrambled signals were comming out from all over the place so PLEASE let me install these Scrambler chips into your radio. And if you contact your Vault I can send them the scrambler chip design and how to install it via the radio throgh my pipboy."

Tim took sighed deeply feeling that he had done his part to save lifes for this week. He smiled at the traveling group through the night gloom and torch light, there were all pretty much speachless at this point after the "life savers lecture". Eventually Tim asked.

"What are you guys doing out here anyway?"
 
"-Us? The vault overseer asked for volunteers to go outside and explore the outside world since the radiations levels had dropped. We are the brave or stupid enough to volunteer, plus some friends we meet while we where outside.-" Marc said.
"-About scrambling our transmissions, well, we are cut off from our vault, in any case I will maintain strict radio silence.-" Marc sighs "-Now, you say something about a new technologic group with aircrafts? Damn! First the raiders, then the cannibals, we are cut off from our vault, and now, now this! What the heck is going out here!?-"
Now with a more friendly tone: "-Oh, but where are my manners? I am Lieutenant Marc Gonzalez, uh... forget the Lieutenant thing though, I don't think the United Nations is currently active, this is the rest of the group...-" Marc turns to the others.
 
Tim is introduced to all the others by name and shakes a few hands.

"You are not cut off from your vault perminatly, just while you are on this mountain, as soon as we leave the general area the magnetic interference will drop and you should have full radio contace again."

"Whats all this about canibals and raiders? In the abandoned city at the bottom of this mountain I encountered an organised group of savages who tried to attack me. I was able to escape..."

Tim tells the group of his trek from his vault to there location and the dangers he faced on the way but is carful not to give out any details as to where his vault might be.

"Well, there you have it. I suggest we leave this place, the ones who have scrambled radio signals may already be searching the area for us. I think it would be best if we got moving."

Tim gathers himself and his gear and gets ready to move out hoping to encourage the group into relocating from the mountain.
 
(OOC: Great moment to see who is active and to allow re-activation of characters. Post what you guys are to do! Depending on your choice, surprises may be awaiting...)
 
Zeke dropped from the trees near the group, and walked up to introduce himself.

"My names Zeke, and what is your name again....I missed it while I was in the trees.
 
The portuguese woman said to Zeek:

"You are back! Right in time. I am Carmo, by the way. Lets get moving, shall we?"

OOC:

Just to make sure, is everybody moving away or is someone trying to stay or follow the "mountain owners"?
 
OOC: The mountain owners are way gone, those cowards... :wink:
I say we leave, unless someone else wants to introduce himself to tim? Anyone?

ICC:
Marc: "-Okay, let's go. Zaij, you take point.-"
Zaij: "-Man...-"
Marc: "-Someone has to.-"
Zaij: "-No problem.-"

OCC: Well, since he said we could use him... I am not abusing, am I?
 
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