A New Hero (RP)

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Mark continued walking with Harith as he looked back towards Tom. "Well, he said if I can get him in and out of Old Olney alive I can be his full time guard. And yeah, from what I could tell, that guy was going to rob my house...or worse...I couldn't really tell." He looked forward and saw some raiders up ahead. He got his rifle ready and crouched behind some rocks. He aimed his rifle at one of them and steadied it before pulling the trigger. He took two of them down and quickly reload before the other three started shooting at them.
 
Tom realised he still had 4 bullets chambered in his rifle, he hadn't had something this easy for a long a time, he quickly readjusted his hand on the lever of Gregory.

He quickly burst out 3 shots, hitting two straight in the head, but only hitting the third the stomach. Tom walked over to the raider, and wishing not to waste another round on his, he repeatedly smacked him over the head with the butt of Gregory, and thus killed the raider.

"Scum of the earth these raider buggers, if I could kill them all the way I just did to these three, i'd pick up the gauntlet any day" Tom was trying to make small talk, with who he didn't care, he was just trying to show off his gunslinging skills from years of wandering.
 
Mark reloaded and refilled the clips. "Alright. Let's go." Mark continued walking making sure Harith was following him. He looked at Tom. "Hey, you coming?" Mark not waiting for an answer continued walking.
 
Tom continued walking, as he placed bullets back in his clip. He walked alongside Mark as he shoved his clip back into the rifle. Tom barely mumbled a 'yeah' back at Mark for a reply.

He nearly stumbled as he fumbled around with his gun, but managed to right himself before he fell over. He walked over to the raider corpses and searched their bags and satchels for ammo and money, score! Tom arrived back at the caravan with 8 more .308 rounds and 15 more caps, which he immediately gave back to Lucky Harith, his debt was only 25 caps now.
 
Name: James Sorrisin
Real name: Zenith James Sorrisin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Explorer and Someone who helps out


Eyes: Black
Hair: Nearly Shaggy brown hair
Height: 6'1
Weight: 190
Complexion: Caucasian
Voice: Medium, but stands out, a leaders voice.


Bio: James was born in New Vegas, his mother was a NCR troop, Major Brenda Sorrisin. His father was another NCR troop, Captain Zenith Norisin. But his father was K.I.A. And his mother died of radiation posioning when he was Ten. Ever since he explores a new town does some jobs for people and earns caps and keeps on chugging down. But he has promised himself that eventually he will settle down.
Clothing- An old Army suit that he found, he patched up the names and badges on it so it didnt make him look like he was part of a faction.
Weapon- A Machette and a silenced pistol with five bullets.
 
Mark continued walking observing the area, waiting for something to attack. He watched as Tom gave the caps to Harith, apparently having a debt to pay. They got to a bridge, some centaurs on the other side. From what he knew, they were slow, yet strong. He started shooting at them, he didn't hit alot seeing as they were quite a distance away.
 
James heard shooting from a distance and panicked. He took out his pistol and remembered his bullets. Suddenly he saw a few guys and Centuars slowly crawling after them. He fired his shots and only took out one. "Out of ammo!" He cried. He got out from the rock and looked at the group that lay ahead of him. "Uh, Hello."
 
"Hey there, I don't give a shit if you don't have ammo, just keep out of the way!!!!" Tom shouted at the new guy, he didn't know who it was.

Tom looked down the iron sights, and bing, he hit one straight in the head, nearly inbetween the eyes, "Score!" Tom shouting revelling in this minor victory.

"Two still left....team!" Tom looked over to Mark to see if he was still shooting, he was.

Tom shot another one of them, several times in the torse, incapacitating it. He didn't shoot the last one, Mark needed to learn how to shoot at long distance, if he didn't it could eventually seriously impact the group.
 
David made his way through the ruins of grayditch. From what he knew this was town attacked by ants and had been abandoned ever since. He noticed a shack that stood out from the other buildings. He didn't really see why people would build houses comparable to the shanty town buildings from the early 20th century when there were plenty of good places to stay. An example that came to mind was megaton, that looked like something out of a book rather than an actual town. David cotinued walking north, keeping an eye out for raiders. As he came up the Super Duper Mart, he turned right and walked down the road.

Eventually he came upon some raider bodies. He heard gunshots in the distance and he ran towards them. He saw a caravan fighting centaurs. He was about to leave them when he saw Tom. He frowned and walked over to him. He tapped Tom on the shoulder. Tom turned around and David said,"Why the fuck did you leave me there. I thought we were a team."

David sees the kid he punched from springvale. He was aiming at a centaur. For David, shooting something from that distance was easy, but the kid was obviously having trouble. David sighed and said,"Wow, thats really pathetic". He then angrily looked back at Tom
 
Tom turned around, despite the apparent threat of the single centaur, to look at David.

"Woah, shit, I thought you were thinking of wrong things, you'd been quite for a long time, even when I made an attempt to talk to you, II really thought you were thinking of leaving that night too!" Tom knew what he was saying was a lie, but didn't really care, he just needed a reason to justify what he did. Tom knew what he did was wrong, he just wanted to know something.

"Hey here's your pay, hope it's decent" Tom slipped out a small bag of caps that he previously hadn't showed to Lucky, and Lucky still didn't see it, "Here's 50 caps, hope it's good enough, it may seem like a bit, but, you wanna' keep on the bandwagon?"

Tom saw David finally hit the centaur in the head and kill the bugger, the group continued along the bridge, for some reason Lucky didn't give a crap about David approaching the group, probably just thought he was friend of Tom.

"Were heading to the Rivet, then up to Old Olney, then i'm ditching this group there to hop on a train north, don't worry they know about it" Tom looked over to Lucky and lowered his voice to a whisper, "I'm heading north...to get to the pitt, only ever been there once, shit hole, slaver town, but apparently it's coming on leaps and bounds, you wanna go up there with me?"

Tom realised what he was asking was a big favour, but he needed back-up where he was going.
 
James stared at the guys talking. "I just need some ammo, I need to go for Old Olney! And then I have some important...business in The Pitt. So I have 600 caps, any ammo or guns?"
 
Harith looked at James. "Kid, weapons and ammo are my business. Now, what do you need?"

Mark tried his best to ignore David, no matter how much he pissed him off. Even though he wanted to shoot him straight through the head, he fought the urge.
 
"Ok, let me just pull out a list that someone gave me for preparation too these towns." James sorted through his bag and then pulled out a piece of paper. "Alright, I need an Incinerator, an Assualt Rifle, and finally a silenced pistol. And all these weapons come with a good about of ammo." James pulled out 6oo caps and dropped some. He began searching and then finally got them. He then pulled out pre-war money and NCR money and Caesars Legion Money. "If you make all of this caps it is 2200 caps."
 
Tom recognised the money, he heard about it all with the guy who used to come from Shady Sands back out west, he was his platoon sergeant, but what the man was asking for was tremendous.

Tom felt like saying it as the group walked across the bridge, "Hey, he'll have the pistol, I can guarantee that, and most likely the rifle, but whoo, the incinerator, it's going to be a hard find round these parts, and legion money?" Tom heard only a small bit about the legion, and that they were all scumbag bastards who deserved nothing better than death.

"You from the west? I knew a guy from Shady Sands, he said it was the capital of New Cali-something Empire or some shit like that, I think I got it right, anyway, you friendly with the legion, 'cos my old sarge said them guys were a load of bollocks sucking, granny bashing mongrels, is it true?".

Tom barely knew what he was talking about, but he was intrigued, but even so, no one ever took an interest from where Tom came from, the only person to ask where he came from in the past 3 years was David, and he barely knew him as it was.
 
"The legion was started was started by a man named Caesar, who was orginally with the followers of apocalypse. Hes as ambitious as his namesake, but he makes no attempt to educate his army and they are still supersticious tribals dressed up as roman soldiers. The NCR stands for New California Republic". David then looked at the money.
"[Barter] The dollars and legion coins are worthless here and even if they were worth something the exchange rate for NCR and legion money to caps is low, though those sunset sarsaparilla caps are worth quite a bit seeing as they can't be counterfeited here. Over all thats 1000 caps worth by my reckoning, seeing as 200 are nuka-cola and 400 are Sunset Sarsaparilla."

Everybody looks at David. He shrugs and says,"My family came from the west with a caravan group. My Dad told me all about california."
David knew what their reaction would be if they knew he was enclave, so he hoped Tom wouldn't give the game away.
 
As the group started to make their way across the bridge, Tom looked at David and whispered.

"Jesus, yer' nearly blow your cover their mate, watch yer' self, and I know that when I left you ate Tenpenny was wrong, so when were heading through DC, you wanna' see if we can get to Adams, somehow? You'll be able to see all the databases, and get new weapons and all that shit, so you want to do it?"
 
David looked at him and replied, keeping his voice low,"No, the Brotherhood is in control there. We'd never make it. But I do know there are some enclave safehouses dotted around DC. I know where theres one that isn't near any of our enemies, but unfortunately its near old olney. The brass thought the only thing better than a whole load of enclave soldiers protecting the safehouse was a whole load of enclave soldiers and a few enclave deathclaws. The soldiers and deathclaws are gone, and I don't think the BoS has found it. Just tag along with these guys and then we can get anything we need."

David then looks around and keeps an eye out for contacts.
 
The group had nearly reached the Rivet now, the third-way point was nearly there.

Tom was now at least 15 meters in front of the group, as the pathfinder he had to be especially aware of his surroundings as to not lead the group into sudden death.

Tom heard a click, shit! A landmine shot up into the air and exploded, just in time Tom dived to the ground, but one of the fragments landed in his lower leg bone.

"Ah, shit!" Tom shouted in pain, "Fuckin' hell help!"

Tom heard shooting, it'll be a Reilly's Rangers ambush, in the past three years, without the Talon Company as opposition the Rangers grew and stagnated in their command, eventually becoming feirce bounty hunters, who instead of bartering for supplies, hunted them.

Tom managed to pull himself behind some wrecked cars, and whip out his rifle, by now the group had reached him. But there was at least 10 of the Rangers, Tom cracked off a shot on one of the Rangers who was at least 150 meters away, Tom missed and richocheted the second guy, the pain was effecting his accuracy.
 
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