A Second to Try

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RE: Sherrif, eh?

OOC-thanks.

Bpen was walking down, one hand firmly on the laser pistol he had kludged up from old metal struts, wires, and a spare small energy cell. This looked to be a good place to own a high-power gun.

Someone taps him from behind.
Bpen: (screams) YAAAH!

He turns and squeezes the trigger rapidly. *fzow!*fzow!*fzow!*, several white-hot pulses of energy zooms by Scorch's ear.
Scorch looks nonplussed.

Scorch: You okay now?
Bpen: Oops. Sorry.
Scorch: *shrugs* You intend on doing something about that slaver?
Bpen: Slaver?
Scorch: Jammara. The guy at the bar.
Bpen: Hm...I didn't know that he was one. Hey...I remember you...
Scorch: *grins*
Bpen: If you're in..maybe we can kick back at those bastards. I'll just go ask Jake if he can use some more help..

Silence. Scorch waits for Bpen to do something.

Bpen: Uh...can you direct me to the Red Star? I seem to have forgotten where it is..
Scorch: *groans*

OOC-Well, Jammara is going to be dead soon, anyway. That's one less name.

Okay, plot..

Bpen and Scorch arrives just in time for the revealing of the location of the Slaver hole. They are made to prove that they can be useful in a fight.

I wanted to include a conversation with a Dominion guy but...argh. Later.



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RE: Sherrif, eh?

OOC-Here is map ver.1.1~~~feel free to add in more places!
img=[http://homepage.renren.com/on99/map.jpg]
New features:
Added in Roger's Bar.
Some questions:
Will the slaver guild be in the town?
Would you guys like me to expand the size of the map?

IC-*Inside Red Star*

Ravehead: (Drowning down a Metant/Rotgut cocktail, Bpen can you hlp me make a name for it?)Ahhhhh! This is stuff! Hmm...I had already eaten and druken, so what shall I do...? I might as well go visit some "Athenas"...hehe.

OOC-There is a Chinese "proverb" saying that: When you're full and warm, you'll think of "bed pleasure". The is what Ravehead is doing now...

IC-Ravehead then start walking towards the exit, because of the effect of the cocktail, he did notice the door opening and...

*BAM!*

Well...Scorch and Bpen was going into Red Star so the door kissed Ravehead on his nose.

Ravehead: Who the FUCK how dare you mess up with the Red...hey you're the new bartend aren't you?

Bpen: Yup. So?

Ravehead: That cocktail you've made me is great! I'm going to Pathanon and I'll settle the bill for you! Come with me! (Points to Scorch) You too! And you're...?

Scorch: I'm Scorch. Thank for the treat but we're here to ask about something and...

Ravehead: We'll leave that for later! Now come!

Reculantly Bpen and Scorch followed Ravehead. On the way they saw Jammara sneaking through the streets...

OOC-I think you guys will know what to do...hehe
 
Mmhh...

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Feb-26-01 AT 05:50PM (GMT)[p]OOC-Why is this Jammara guy now the head of the slaver guild? I already introduced France Gaps. And why is he walking through the streets like a normal man? If he's doing that, what is so special about having this frigg guy? Why don't we say that Jammara is France's son and that's why he feels like king of the town. And because he's not a slaver and being son of slaver is not a crime, he isn't arrested.

And the slaver guild is definitely NOT in the town. It's somewhere in the wasteland near the town, but it's position is still unknown.


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We are from the West. The world we suggest should be of a new wild West, a sensuous, evil world, strange and haunting. The path of the sun.

Jim Morrison
 
RE: Mmhh...

(ooc) It was quite clearly explained that Frigg was a slaver, and we needed him for information. The guy walks around town so casually because everyone is affraid of him, he probably buys off the Government too from the sound of it. Maybe France Gaps can be his Alias, or Jarrama can be his Alias.


(ic)
*upon seeing Gaps/Jarrama he grabs a grenade he had on him and goes to pull the pen when BLAM, the grenade is blasted out of his hand and thusly explodes close, not deadly close, but damn close anyway, Scorch takes the worst of it and is knocked down,he looks up and sees a guy on the roof of Roger's Bar with a sniper rifle*

Arge, the spirits guide my aim! *Scorch throws a few frag grenades up at the sniper, but the sniper jumps off the roof before the grenades go off.

*by this time a few slavers come out of the bar with Assault rifles, they fire on the crowd of adventurers* *Sulik dives for cover by some trash bins as he readies his flamer, Jarrama also engages*

(ooc) I know, it wasn't the brightest idea to start attacking in town, but I was playing my character. Also I didn't post exactly what Jarrama uses as his weapons or how well he actually uses them, considering I don't know what he uses, I'll let Bpen figure that out since it's his RP.
 
RE: Mmhh...

*Dutch stands at the Rack(shop?)trading in his old combat armor vest, a few rounds of .44 magnum, his baton, and some change, for a Super Cattle Prod* *he smiles too himself as he slips it into his baton holster* Ah, perfect fit, nice work. *he suddenly stops smiling as he hears the sound of a few grenades go off, his hand dros to the SCP (Super Cattle Prod) and he starts to back outside, looking towards Roger's when automatic gunfire goes off, he hurries towards the crowd, and notices a man setting down leveling his flamerthrower on a crowd, Dutch notes him, and goes around the other way and notices two men with automatic rifles, firing on a crowd that doesn't seem to look like terrible types*

*Dutch than notices a man level a sniper rifle on the nice looking crowd, Dutch charges up and kicks the man twice in the kidneys* HIA! Bring it! *he follows with a spinning kick to the man's chest, than pulls out his SCP and whacks the sniper with it, the sniper's eyes go wide as the electricty surges through his body he shakes a bit, and falls over, Dutch suddenly hears an unfriendly sound behind him, the sound of a safety going to "off"*

*Dutch turns around to see Jarrama standing there with a minigun pointed at him, Dutch drops his super cattle prod on the sniper (leaving it on, electricuting him again) and raises his hands above his head slowly*

Whoa, easy buddy.

(ooc) I just assumed it was a mini-gun, because he's the type of bad boy who could afford one, and since he's so super threatening I kinda figured it fit, if It's not so just change, but if he's a fist fighter like me than use THIS POST:

(ic)

*as Dutch knocks the Sniper down, Jarrama comes out of hiding in the shadows and does a flying leap kick to the back of Dutch's head, knocking him down hard, he gets up slowly*

(ooc) There, I think I covered all the bases...
 
RE: Mmhh...

OOC-ahahaha!

Okay, let's clarify some things. Sorry..I forgot about France Gaps. You know, it might be a good idea to have one as the son of the other. That way we can have a major vendetta going on.

Back to the show:

IC-

Bhepin looked around wildly for a moment then ducked under a hail of burst fire. He drew a Molotov Coktail out from under his oversized sleeves and threw it at the band of slavers.

As the projectile was halfway through its arc, he aimed his hastily-built laser pistol at it and fired.

*fschow**FOOM!!*

The bright flash of a crude granade going off in midair blidned all other combatants for a moment and Bpen took his chance to make a few burning holes in the heads of his opponents while they couldn't fight back.

He turned and saw Jammara, his gun ready to fire down the ususpecting crowd. He aimed and fired...and his gun jammed. He was out of ammo, the pistol he had built pulls twice the power of normal ones.

"Damn! Take cover!", he yelled and backed into a corner as he reloaded and Jammara raised his minigun...


OOC-
Hm...all yours!

Ah..more data on Jammara.

Description:

Tall, wiry but muscular, is sunburnt. He is a good enough shot with pistols, but his specialty is big guns. All over Harmony are weapon stashes that are known to slavers only...and and meaning that Jammara can get his hands on a minigun real quick.(That explains...)

Hates Jake because he managed to win over him in a battle of wills, a long time ago, back in NCR. He sold Jake's son to Vault City.

Weilds: Minigun
Wears: Combat Armor under his baggy clothes.
Has these things:
$17000
3 Stimpacks
Crowbar


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RE: Mini-gun

*as the mini-gun is fired by Jammara a portion of the burst catches Dutch, however a portionate burst of a mini-gun can be quite deadly, Dutch isn't doing so well, as he falls over, blood flowing freely in a few spaces where his armor has weak, he notices an oppurunity as he notices that (just being outside of Rogers) a large puddle has formed, and Jarrama is standing right in the center of it, Dutch hurridly grabs his super cattle prod and slams it into the puddle, lifting himself on the snipers body to avoid electrocution (because a sniper wouldn't wear metal armor, after all it would reflect light and make him easy to spot) the electricty travels into the puddle and super conducts itself into Jarrama having twice the power of a normal Super Cattle Prod, because of the water*

*Jarrama arcs in pain as the electricty runs freely through him, Dutch continues to hold the "charge" button down for a few more moments when Jarrama finally falls over in the puddle, unconcious, and midly steeming*

*Dutch seizes the moment, he grabs a two stimpacs off the sniper and injects them quickly (too quickly, as this will cause a slight addiction) and than he grabs the minigun and removes the ammunition, he tosses the heavy artillery aside, and throws the belt in the garbage*

(ooc) I'd say his turn is well spent, someone else can kill him, my bro is about to get on, but I doubt he'll take the credit for wasting someone.

(ic) *Dutch spends one more charge in the puddle than blows through the door to Rogers, and slumps inside in pain*
 
RE: Mini-gun

*seeing a clear cost, Scorch runs over to Jarrama, lieing wounded in the puddle, he starts to stir, Scorch leans over him and (steals) plants two plasma grenades on him, wihtout the pins, he than hurries back only to be shot (a couple times) by a grease burst, but fortuantely the slaver with the FN FAL Night Sight misses him and aims instead at Bpen (sorry man).

*Jarrama stands up, he looks around confused as he sees some of his reinforcements firing, he smiles and says, that way a hero makes a speech at the turning point in a war movie* "By god, today the sla..." but that's as far as he gets, as two seperate plasma bursts surge through his body raining blood and guts on Roger's Bar, and most people around*

*The blood continues to poor for a moment as the slaver with the Fn Fal screams, she fires another burst at Louis, than starts backing up, shooting as she does, the Slaver with the grease guns runs close as the short clip runs dry, and pulls a knife on Scorch, she smiles at close range*
"Try that grenade shit point blank range honey!"
*Scorch simply un-slings his flame thrower, with the satanic looking dog flesh mounted on it with it's mouth at the proper place on the barrel, he smirks as he pulls the trigger, turning her into a running screaming Fireball, which is sad considering she falls in one or Roger's puddles, igniting the acholhol content in it which than leads into Roger's bar, lighting the old try wood on fire*

"Oopsie..." *as Scorch stands admiring a blast of FN Fal catches his head, and he falls over, un-concious, but safely some cover*
 
Wrapping it up...

OOC-
Well..it looks like the battle is over...just a few more loose ends to resolve..you don't mind if I nudge things a bit again, do you?


IC-

Bpen winced as a bullet lodged into his sternum. The pain was intense, like something he had never felt before. He had always been secure under his specially built Brotherhood Robes...so he wasn't prepared for the impact of actually being hit.

He reeled and fell over, and from the corner of his eye, he saw
a hellish glow, the sight of Roger's Bar burning..and of someone struggling to get out of being roasted alive. He saw around him a scene of carnage..apparently he was the only one who was left still halfway-conscious.

Much good that will do..he felt himself blacking out..but even as he did so, he heard voices someing, worried and quavering with supressed rage.

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Bpen woke in the Red Star Mercenary Guild house..and saw the sun-blackened face of Jake staring down at him.
"What happened, kid?"
Bpen looked around. The others were still sleeping off the effects of the fight, and rank dried blood clotted off their wounds. He winced as he felt the twinge in his arm. Apparently, he was the least wounded of the group. He had also done the least..and he wished that he could be of more use in the future.
His eyes lit up. "Jammara..", he gasped.
"The bastard's dead.", Jake said wryly. "Which among you do I have to thank for that?"
"Uhm..I don't really know. It wasn't me, that's for sure."
Jake laughed. "You got sense, kip. Look, get rested up, and when your buddies wake up, come into the office. I've got something you people would really like to hear.
"Thanks."

OOC-
There.
Plot jump! Sorry.
Now, Jake reveals the location of the Slaver Camp. Frigg will accompany them, to make sure they're not being led to a trap.
Everybody gets $3500, and is given two hours to prepare.

I'm going weapon shopping..*grin*

Why does Jake like Bhepin so much? Because he and his son are of the exact same age and build. In fact, under a dim light, Bpen could be mistaken as Jake's kid.

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Slaver Mission

OOC-
Okay...sorry for the plot jump, but well..

Ah...an updated map..*grin*

http://bpen.topcities.com/map.jpg

Not working?

Type this URL....~http://bpen.topcities.com/map.jpg
My server is selfish. It doesn't like giving out images..arrgh!

And here's the new stats...

Meadlling Pharmacy...free for Rp'ing. But rememeber, if you're from Vault City..then Jake will HATE you. May be interesting, that.

Jagged Chips...the center for all dirty dealings in town.

Fate...a fortune-telling parlor. Free for RP'ng..for themoment, the NPC here is Shayla..but she wants to leave Harmony and FAST.

Church...WE NEED A PRIEST!! Just look at the body count...*grin*

Supply Depot...what the name says. A warehouse filled with useful bric-a-brac. Now, take a good thief...

Hostel...well, there has to be a place for visitors to stay in..

The X are where important events have happened so far..

That's all for now..

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RE: Wrapping it up...

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Feb-27-01 AT 10:02AM (GMT)[p]OOC-Damn I'm so busy that I din't even kill anyone in the battle..:(

IC-*Red Star, Room of Punishment*
(The Room of Punishment is punishing the mercs for breaking the Red Rule, explaned later. But it never happened and so the room was usually used to torture captured enemies for info.)

Ravehead is now torturing Frigg for more info. Ravehead had made many deep cuts on Frigg and put him into a big tube of toliet water.

Ravehead: Now say! Who is the leader? (Clamps Frigg's fingers with a pair of pliers)

Frigg: Ahhhhhhhhhh! Stop! Stop! I really can't say it! Or I'll surely die...! And I'm sure that you'll not kill me! Ha!

Ravehead: Fuck...I'll show you that I'll!

Jake: Calm down! We need him to use him as a bait! I'll take care of him, you go rest for awhile.

Ravehead: Alright...I'm going to visit Darius! Hope that stuff I ordered is ready!

*In the Rack shop*

Ravehead: Hey is that stuff...

Darius: Nope. But I got somethin here that you might like...

Darius then takes out a titaunium box, revealing the thing...

Ravehead: Cool! A Pip-Goggle! How much you want for it?

Darius: 7k.

Ravehead: 3.5k...

Darius: Take it or leave it.

Ravehead: Damn...Can I pay with the deposit of that stuff I ordered?

Darius:...Alright. Here you go.

Ravehead immidiately tried on the goggles. He got what he wanted and something more...

Ravehead: Oh my god I'd never know Madam Cancer have such huge...(He accidentically switched on the Inframode)

OOC-Now for the Red Rules:
1: You shall not ruin the name of Red Star.
2: You shall not question your master.
3: You shall not show cowardness.
4: You shall not leave your guildmates or master in danger.
5: You shall not harm weak and old.
6: You shall not have secrets.
7: You shall not lie to your guildmates and master.
8: You shall not betray Red Star.
9: You shall not betray your master.
10: You shall not fail in obeying the rules.

And Pip-Goggle is is actually a Infrared/Nightvision goggle and a pip-boy merge. It owns the function of both and is controlled by the movement of the eyeball. Runs on small energy cells, 24 hrs/cell.

The map ver 1.2(Bpen's ver.)
img[http://homepage.renren.com/on99/map.jpg]
New Features:
See below post~~~

And Bpen for next time, leave a ".bmp" ver of the map for further edit. Make ".jpg" one and post it. And geocities cannot let you to post pics on boards.....
 
RE: Slaver Mission

Louis woke in a small room in the Red Star Mercenary house. The last thing he remembered was that he walked along the street and some asshole shot him down.
Jake entered the room- "Ah, you're awake. Good, here's your money"
Louis-"Money?"
Jake-"Yes, everyone gets 3500."
Louis-"Oh.. great!" He grab the money fast, although he didn't even know why he had get it.
Jake-"We'll soon be ready to wipe out the rest of them, so be prepared!"
Louis-"You know where the slaver's hq is?"
Jake-"Yeah, finally this frigg told us. As soon as everyone's ready we'll head out."
Louis-"Great! Can you show me where the slaver guild is situated?"
Jake-"Sure."
Louis showed Jake his map and Jake marked a place east of harmony grounds with a red cross.
Louis-"Thanks!"

Louis left the red star building and went to the rack shop.
He buyed some stimpaks and shotgun ammo than he went to the bar and got some drinks. It was early in the morning, sun was rising... Time to pay a visit to France. He wanted to be there before all the others came along. He stepped out into fresh morning air, took 2 Jets and headed for the Slavers guild.


OOC- If you come there before I have the chance to post again, please don't kill them all. At this time Louis will be somewhere in the slavers guild... And PLEASE don't kill France.
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We are from the West. The world we suggest should be of a new wild West, a sensuous, evil world, strange and haunting. The path of the sun.

Jim Morrison
 
RE: Hmm

*after Dutch is drug out of the building, passed out with a few stimpacs in his arm, he wakes up, and notices he feels different, something inside of him, he wants to eat, but isn't hungry* *he sits up and looks around, Jake appears*

Jake- Well, hello, bout time you woke up.
Dutch- Who are you?
Jake- The guy who pulled your heavy ass out of that burning wreakage. Here's your money.
Dutch- M-money? Okay, for what?
Jake-Takin' care of business, speaking of which, we need a favor, why don't you take out the other slavers?
Dutch-Hmm, okay, I suppose there's a steady paycheck involved.
Jake- Nothing can get past you, eh?

*on that Dutch finds out when he has to go, and gets some stimpacs, and some more energy cells at the Rack shop*

*he than goes back and (waits?) with the others*

(ooc)

Scorch and I kinda hogged the action, but we tried to get more slavers and figured someone would than have MORE slavers come in and so on and so fourth. Well, sorry. The action won't be so hoggish this time, I don't think my character is capable of that again... also "Scorch" just left, and said to basicly ditto my post. Thusly he's waiting out there with me.
 
RE: setting out..

The Rack Shop was a forbidding place, a monolith of rust, brooding and still. With some trepidation, Bpen opened the door to the place.

Inside was as much of a solemn a place..racks upon racks of guns, of weapons of death lined the walls. And down, nestled under a cacophony of weaponry was 'little person' who glared at him.

"Whadda ya want?!",
"Not-", Bpen started to say, then remebered that he had come here with a purpose in mind. He was sorely in need of supplies...he was sick of being a practically useless slug in combat. In entering Harmony, he'd been in two firefights already, and in both times he ended up being pathetically unconcious.
If only he had better armaments..
"I'd like to look over your inventory, if I may."
"Sure."

He'd heard that Darius stocked everything. The rarest, the most powerful of weapons. Well, this side of the Brtherhood anyway. There were a lot of massively damaging stuff here..unfortunately, they were all burst weapons or miniguns.

He was about to turn away when something he uncovered accidentally grabbed his attention.

It was a pistol, small and strangely shaped, like something out of this world. It looked like it could accept Small Energy Cells, however.

"What's this..?", he asked.
"Dunno. I got that from a trader. Said the Vault Dweller used it. All a bunch of crap, if ya ask me. Why would the bugger use such a dinky weapon.."
"Riight..", Bpen agreed."How much?"
A strange gleam came into Darius' eye. "For you..ten thousand."
"That's insane!"
Bpen pointed the wepon out and clicked it. It gave out a feeble whine...then..nothing.
"It doesn't even work in the first place..and you're asking ten thousand??"
"It's a valuable artifact. The Vault.."
"I though you said it was crap."
"Uh..I did, didn't I? All right...four."
"<Bid a thousand less that what money you're willing to spend!">, came Jake's advice in his mind. "I can't afford that. How about...two thousand?"
To his surprise, Darius agreed. "All right, two."
"Great!", he grinned as he handed over the money. "I'd also like to buy a few Small Cells."
Darius shook his head. "I don't stock that here. You might try the Mechanist's Haven."
"Mechanist's Haven?"
"Regan runs it. A real ass...can't fire a gun to save his life..and he wants to join the Brothehood."
"Brotherhood??!!", Bpen lilted.
"Brotherhood of Steel. Don't tell me ya never heard of them."
"I..uh..heard of them all right. Look, I have to go.."
"Yeah..yeah..close the door when you get out."


The visit to the Haven was hurried. The machinist there ranted about how great technology was and how the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave were such great men, fighting for what they believed in.
What a fruitcake. Ironically, this man would it right in with the Scribes...

He was so spaced out that he didn't even notice as Bpen annoyedly swiped a couple of his Tools.

Bpen went back out into the roads. He grinned at the prize in his hands. He slid a spare Small E. Cell into its socket, and fired it off. A pulse of orange energy shot out, and totally atomized a nearby trash can. He turned and fired it off again, into the open spaces of the courtyard. The beam shot out..then disappeared after a while.

"Hm..a range of ten metres..I can fix that..*grin*"

He arrived at the Black Gold Bar by dusk. Jake was there back into his other role as a bar owner. "Hey, Jake."
"Hey, kid.", Jake waved.
"I want a piece of Slaver ass.", he answered in all seriousness.

He waits for a while, then tells Jake he'll go ahead..
Jake nodded and handed him a map.
Bpen looked at it worriedly. It wasn't a PipBoy...so maybe he won't get as lost this time.


And so, armed, and with his Combat Robes on, Bhepin set out..

OOC-

Inventory:

3 Stimpacks
32 charges of Small Energy Cell
4 Molotov Coktails
$ 340
1 Radio
1 burst-capable Alien Blaster

(Note:
Hey, I can dream can't I?? But.. to balance it out..the power output of the Alien Blaster is reduced by more than 50 % in burst mode. So..it causes just a bit more damage than an Assault Rifle.)

To Scorch: Don't kill the bugger! Or at least..when you do..make sure there are witnesses..someone who would want to take revenge.

It's much more twisted that way.

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Scorch

(ooc) I don't normally take out the big guy (as my bro mentioned) and I also posted I wasn't even leaving yet, but since it seems to be the time to go, considering I'm stocked up.
Also my Bro and I are going to post together in the same post. Thus lots of mutuall actions and stuff, our computer's going to hell to be honest.
(ic)
*Scorch and Dutch shrug and head off together, they are both the strong silent type, which makes travel easy enough considering their personalities match rather well*

*They finally get to a good location where they see the security gaurds walking around, patrolling the area, they both watch in silence when suddenly a voice says*

"I betch'oor the guys who wacked old Jarrama, ain'tchaz?"

*Scorch slowly turns around as does Dutch, they notice the gaurd has a ripper, which won't make a loud noise as a rifle or other weapon would, though he could still scream*

Dutch- Hmm, let's dance Suzie.... *Dutch raises his fist as the gaurd swings his ripper, slicing the armor Dutch wears, Dutch retaliates with two quick jabs to the chin, and a body punch to the kidneys, the guard kicks Dutch in the leg and Dutch falls on it weakly , as it was wounded in the fight with Jarrama*

*the gaurd raises his ripper, about to kill Dutch with it, when a burst of flame lands on the gaurd the gaurd dances around for a moment, as the flame runs over his body, some parts igniting, others not, the gaurd swings his ripper at Scorch twice, before a flying dragon Kick is delivered to his forehead (Compliments of Dutch) and the gaurd goes rolling down a sand dune on fire*
 
Ahh..

OOC-
Among us..Scorch is the one that seems to hate Slavers the most so I assumed..

Maybe I should have warned Louis instead. But he seems more sensible a guy...

Argh. I'm getting lost again..in several ways.

IC-

"Where the HELLS AM I NOOWWW!!!!!!!!", Bhepin screamed at the top of his lungs. He had followed the map explicityly and he ended up here, by the rise of the morning sun..at the very top of a small mountain. Funny, he didn't remember ascending anything..

He shook his head at the lightening heavens and crumpled the cloth map. He prepared to throw it off the cliff when the ledge he was standing on collapsed under him..

"Aaaauughh!!", he screamed yet again as he rolled down the slopes. He landed with a cloud of dust..in the center of several Slavers enjoying their morning meal of Gecko stew.
He and the slavers looked at each other for a few stunned moments..
Then one yelled "Get him!", and drew his .233 pistol.

Bpen ran for it, scapering around a corner and taking potshots from there. The slavers, knowing the disadvantages of their exposed position, rolled into cover behind cactuses and rocks.

The shots they traded attracted the attention of the other slavers, who were inside the secret base they had carved into a mountain reccess.

"What the goddamned fuck is it?!", asked France, running out of his improvised office, wearing only a towel. From behind his door, a young female slaver peeked out worriedly.
"Someone's trying to sneak in, chief!", answered his aide. "
I think it's the guy who took out Jammara!"
France's face twisted with hate. "Find him! KILL HIM!!", he yelled and turned back to the room. He pushed aside the girl and donned his suit of armor.

Meanwhile back at the Slaver Base Entrance, slavers were gathering out, running out and reloading their Assault Rifles and Grease Guns. The promise of a reward from the Chief placed a grin on their faces.

"<I hate my life...>", Bpen thought, and blew the brains off a Slaver who was unwise enough to get within his 20-meter range.

OOC-

There are a lot of Slavers. I mean a freakin' LOT of them.
Too many to take on even by the massed forces of Harmony Grounds.

http://bpen.topcities.com/bplogo.gif
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~:D
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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Ahh..

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Feb-28-01 AT 09:44AM (GMT)[p]OOC-

Damn..double post. Burn in hell, Gates. This is all your fault!!

Ahem.

Among us..Scorch is the one that seems to hate Slavers the most so I assumed..
Maybe I should have warned Louis instead. But he seems more sensible a guy...

Argh. I'm getting lost again..in several ways.

IC-

"Where the HELLS AM I NOOWWW!!!!!!!!", Bhepin screamed at the top of his lungs. He had followed the map explicityly and he ended up here, by the rise of the morning sun..at the very top of a small mountain. Funny, he didn't remember ascending anything..

He shook his head at the lightening heavens and crumpled the cloth map. He prepared to throw it off the cliff when the ledge he was standing on collapsed under him..

"Aaaauughh!!", he screamed yet again as he rolled down the slopes. He landed with a cloud of dust..in the center of several Slavers enjoying their morning meal of Gecko stew.

He and the slavers looked at each other for a few stunned moments..

Then one yelled "Get him!", and drew his .233 pistol.

Bpen ran for it, scampering around a corner and taking potshots from there. The slavers, knowing the disadvantages of their exposed position, rolled into cover behind cactuses and rocks.

The shots they traded attracted the attention of the other slavers, who were inside the secret base they had carved into a mountain reccess.

"What the goddamned fuck is it?!", asked France, running out of his improvised office, wearing only a towel. From behind his door, a young female slaver peeked out worriedly.
"Someone's trying to sneak in, chief!", answered his aide. "
I think it's the guy who took out Jammara!"
France's face twisted with hate. "Find him! KILL HIM!!", he yelled and turned back to the room. He pushed aside the girl and donned his suit of armor.

Meanwhile back at the Slaver Base Entrance, slavers were gathering out, running out and reloading their Assault Rifles and Grease Guns. The promise of a reward from the Chief placed a grin on their faces.

"<I hate my life...>", Bpen thought, and blew the brains off a Slaver who was unwise enough to get within his 20-meter range.

OOC-

There are a lot of Slavers. I mean a freakin' LOT of them.
Too many to take on even by the massed forces of Harmony Grounds.

http://bpen.topcities.com/bplogo.gif
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~:D
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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France and Louis

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Feb-28-01 AT 07:44PM (GMT)[p]OOC-FUCK FUCK FUCK i write this huge text and then crashs my computer FUCK FUCK FUCK

Sorry but I don't want to write it all again, I'll make it short:

IC- 25 feet underneath the earth/ France's office

Only the female slaver, France and one of his bodyguards were still down there, the rest of the guards went upstairs to defend the entrance.

Louis climbed down the elevator shaft- the elevator was still in use and was the usual way to get to the office. Louis had cut some cabels to prevent it from driving.

France searched some lockers for a weapon. He choosed the combat shotgun, but right in the moment he took it, someone fired a shot behind him. He was so surprised that he dropped the weapon. He turned around quickly and discovered that someone had shot his guard in the head. His blood had splashed all over the floor. He recognized the one who shot him, a well known face...
"Louis.", said France and his face turned pale when he realized that he had no gun. Louis sneered and walked slowly toward France, holding his Shotgun loosely.

France-"You won't kill me. You can't kill me. I have friends in New Reno, the Den and Vault City.. everywhere in California. They will come and kill your friends and burn down Harmony Grounds. They will hunt you until the end of world-" *BOOM* Louis had drawn his Desert Eagle and shot the female slaver in the leg. She fell down and pushed her hands on the wound. She tried to stand up again, but Louis aimed again and emptied his gun on her. Louis put his desert eagle back in the holster. (he had bought this holster in harmony grounds, a nice holster)

France-"You won't get out of here alive."
Louis-"I know."
*BOOM* Louis shot France in the left leg and the shotgun shot tore France's leg to pieces. Louis reloaded his gun slowly, aimed at France's right leg and smashed it like the other one.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!", screamed France. Blood ran out of his two stumps...

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RE: Ahh..

OOC: I've been off-line working on my Fan Fiction, i think i learnt some stuff writing that so i want to try out a less advanced style. And as Bpen said something about plot changes or something well that's my specielty. Remember in South of the Border the deal with Cozma that i had right from the beggining. Well i have some ideas but i'm gonna play another character for a while before Fang comes in.

IC:

"What the Hell is that noise?" Master thought while standing up.

Master grabbed at his combat minigun as he ran for the door. he looked out. It appeared that someone or something had attacked the slaver's base. Master couldn't really see them as they were hidden behind cover. Slavers were everywhere firing their weapons. Master was unsure about any of the details of the attackers. He had been trying to catch up on a little sleep after the last mission.

Master saw no need to join the fray, he also knew that he would get no sleep with a firefight outside.

Master was ass always dressed in leather armor with some powerful elecrical protection wired in helping defend him against electrical and plasma attacks. This was an extra for not taking metal armor as most of the others of his influence had. He had fingerless gloves on his hand that were held down by his side. His armor was red and orange and his hair pointed and jet black. He was tall and fearsome with large muselceles. He looked down on his enemies with power. He decided to head back into the base and get together some gear incase any more of these enemies assulted the base.

Meanwhile, the players don't know this but the Black Gold bar is under attack

The door swung open, a figure ran in and aimed a weapon at the back of the bar. He was followed by more men dressed in Metal armor. They were followed by a woman, she wore leather armor.

The woman had long blonde hair, she looked thorughly refreshed at the early hour. She was smiling and walking with no weapons in her hands. She appeared to be the leader of this strange group that had just busted into the bar. She looked up from the floor to the bartender. jake. She aimed a weapon at him whilst walking up. Several of the occupants drew weapons but they were over whelmed. A lot of them were taken, perhaps as slaves.

"Who are you?" Jake asked the woman with the weapon aimed at his neck

"We're the Guild!" She replied

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RE: Ahh..

After all the patrons of the bar had gone down to the floor the woman left Jake and walked to the door

"Who are they?" A patron asked jake

"they're the guild," Jake replied

"the gang, the one all those rumours are going round about.?"

"The sworn enemies of the Dominon, that's the one!" jake replied

"What do you think they want?" the patron asked

"I have no idea!" Jake replied "Probably something to do with the Dominon or another evil"

The conversation was interupted by gunshots on the outside. A lot of the attackers dissapeared out front but there were still enough to control the situation inside.

Outside a combat was on between the Guild and the Dominon. the police and more gang members were swarming the streets. After a btutal combat most of both gangs retreated leaving most of the police force dead in the street. After that the bar was suprisingly let go. one thing was wrong though, they'd taken Jake.

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