An introduction...

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The first Skul through the door runs headlong into a blast of Grim's shotgun. THe headless corpse falls to the floor.

The second is surprised by the absent floor and drops, falls, and before he can get up, feels the blade of the Grim's hatchet pierce his skull, then falls to floor, the hatchet stuck in his skull.

From the back of the bar the sound of submachinegun fire, screams of pain. He thinks it's Trent, but he can't be sure. I hope Red Dragon is there.

Grim has barely enough time to swing the barrel of the shot gun up and step aside, as the third jumps at him, brandishing a combat knife. The Skul is knocked aside and the redhead dives at him with a knife.

When Grim turns back to the door he sees two more have gain entry
and are inside the bar. One is carrying a sharpened crowbar, the other has a shotgun.

"Hey Metro, could use a bit of help about now."

The last of the rush is in the door way and lifts a SMG to spray down the building, but the gun jams. "FUCK'n Piece of SHIT!" the Skul yells, trying to clear the jab, jerking on the trigger. A short burst into the air, then he points it down.

To late. The bartender unloads both barrels at the SMG wielding Skul, catching him full in the abdomen, blowing him virtually in half.
 
That leaves only the one with the crowbar. The other, a bald Skul with a tatoo of a rad scorpion on his head, is trying to fight the redhead but having difficulty. The redhead is on his back, stabbing him repeatedly in the neck with a dirty butter knife.

The bartender grabs a knife from one of the fallen SKuls and repeatedly stabs the Skull in the belly.

THe last skull lunges at Grim with the sharp end of the crowbar. Grim ducks out of the way, but there is little room in the trench. He swings again, and Grim jumps back. In his hand, the dagger, but its difficult to get in close.
 
Larry, a dumb super mutant, is running.
He is running faster than he has ever run before.

He is running towards the bar holding a machine gun.

Bullets bounce off his armor.

He crashes trough a wall right where Grim had been playing cards
with the raiders.

Larry starts shooting.
 
OOC- Folks I think we have to bring this battle to a head. We've got about a dozen Skuls coming up the back in two battle cars, about four coming in through the second floor, two about to toss in grenades, most of the customers are dead. It's looking pretty grim (forgive the pun).

Ok back to the story-

Grim ducks as Larry's blast fills the room, the crowbar wielding crazy now forgotten. Oh Fuck, he thinks, Mutants. From the back he hears the laugh of another Mutant, "OOOH little human get bump in head, go down. Sleepy time, human?"

He ducks under the trench and avoids the bullets, but Mr. Crowbar isn't so lucky. Larry's blast cuts through him, and drops him at Grim's feet.

Is he an enemy of a friend? Grim wonders. Sometimes I get tired of violence.


Mutants, big, stinky, stupid, nasty, anti-social mutants. Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Grim looks back. The bartender and the barmaid have finished off their mutant, and are ducked down. The hole in the wall made by the Mutant fills the place with light.
 
Grim tries to collect his thoughts, motioning for the bartender and the barmaid to stay still. He's not hearing much in the way of firing anymore.

The brief pause is distrubing, eerie. Have they breached the back wall? Are Trent and Red Dragon dead? Grim quickly reloads the pistols, then the shotgun, staying down, out of sight.

From inside the bar, he hears one of the patrons moaning, another is angrily say, "Mother Fuckers, Mother FUckers! Damn, my FUckin shoulder! No more Fuckin violin for me. Mother RAT FUCK SON OF A BITCHES!!!!"

He can hear the sound of fire on the roof, but it hasn't spread, the bar is not filled with smoke, it has not turned into an oven. Perhaps the molotov has only spread fire on the metal sheets, and once the gas has burnt itself out, the fire will too. He can hear the sound of something large being pushed from the back, and the "Push, Push, Push!" orders of Skuls, as if they were giving instructions to a woman delivering a baby.

Mutants. Fuck. I thought we almost had 'em. He retreaves his rifle,

He calls back. "Red Dragon, you still with us? Trent? Metro?"
 
Red dragon gets up from being knocked out and sees grim on the ground almost dead and sees the mutant he slowly pulls ouut his shotgun and starts shooting and kills the mutant . He turns around and sees the mutant whit the minigun in the hall

"Die you stupid fducking supermutant think you can fucking come in here and jus kill everybody FUCK YOU!!!! and unloads 20 rounds of shotgun slugs into the mutants body
 
Can We pause this for a second i wanna know i am a little confused whut is going on i am sorry sfor stopping this buti need you to tell me whut i going on thanks
 
Trent comes limping out of the back room. He throws away his SMG, the firing pin was broken.

"I NEED A GUN!" He yells.

The bartender throws him Larry's machinegun.
 
OOC-Well our characters are fucked. The raider are too many and we are too few so let me do this:

IC- "Hey people gather what you can and get upstairs! Eh?"
 
OOC- Ok Tyrant. Here's the deal. The rush to the front is about finished. But except for the main characters, the bartender and the barmaid, and maybe one or two wounded other patrons, everyone inside is dead.

ALthough we are not yet aware of this, four skuls have snuck in the second floor and plan to hit us.
Two more are outside with grenades, planning to fill the room with sharpnel.
From the back there are two siege weapons, converted cars, approaching. One has a machine gun, the other a flame thrower, and each is pushed by about six skulls. They plan to hit us from the rear. Otherwise there are only about a dozen or so other skulls surrounding the house, but most of them are snipers. They won't come out, and we'll have to wait for night.

As for Mutants- well that's you guys. I have no idea about them.

Grim is tired but not yet wounded, You are probably concussed, Trent is wounded. Metro has taken a crap and hopefully it hasn't stunk up the place.
 
From the second floor, a Skul emerges and fires a submachine gun with one hand while throwing a grenade down with the other. The bullets miss Trent by inches, as he grabs the machine gun and kneels down, letting the machine gun rock and roll, sticking the ceiling.

Red Dragon dives for the grenade and quickly changes it into his other hand and throws it back from where it came from, It explodes in mid air. The surviving and wounded skuls from Trent's machine gun are caught under the blast and shredded, as pieces of burning metal pierce the floor and enter the ground floor.

"Fuck!" yells Grim, a burning fragment piercing his armor, burning the skin below.

He see's a grenade pushed through one of the unoccuppied fire slips and then another. He is close enough to push the first back through the hole and dives away.
 
The bartender, being a hero, jumps on the grenade and uses his body to cover the explosion and is subsequently blown to shreds.
 
Holy shit i have some disgusting things wheni killed poeple but that is fucking disgusting so as Red dragon ran up the stairs the skull appears and comes out o his hiding place dragon pulls out his magnum and points it to his head and pulls the trigger and blows the skulls head apart. He looks around the 2nd floor to see if the ghost is clear and looks for a new gun. He finds an old sniper rifle and takes it . And gives Trent his magnum for a secondary weapon. He looks in the sniper rifle looking for any extra skulls remaning. he sees two running to the cars and snipesthem both in the back of the head
 
OCC-Thanks Gunnar. Poor damn bartender. Guess we never have to replay him afterall.


Ok-

In the back of the bar, the two battle wagons have paused, waiting to hear what has happened to their compatriots.
They see the explosion on the side, and the body of one of the Skuls disintergrate in a flash of fire and blood. The leader of the attack looks back to the observation post, for instructions from the leader.

On the derelict firebird, the machine gunner tightens up his grip. WIthin the other, a metal encased SUV, the flame thrower prepares to douse the building with flame.

High above, the leader of the Skuls weighs her options, as does the mutant leader. He figures that half of his bodyguard are dead, there bodies somewhere inside the battered bar. The Skul leader counts her dead. A dozen in front, the four that snuck in, her best thieves, the two outside.

18 dead, plus the three inside, 21, nearly half her group. It's a disaster. Worse, she can not figure out how many are left inside or if they carry heavy weapons. A rocket launcher and both siege weapons would be destroyed, and she would be down to 12. Not enough when you deal with the mutants.

She signals the siege engines, withdraw.

The SKuls inside pull back their siege engines back to the safety of the buildings.

It is time for the survivors of the attack to lick their wounds.
 
Grim, leans back, and crawls towards the fire. Putting the dagger into the fire he heats up the metal, and then using the blade, digs out the shrapnel from his wound. The wound is not deep. It's not fatal. It will leave a scar. The leather armor having done the work.

He looks around. Two of the patrons are dead. He sees the bloody plup and only the remains of the tattered apron mark the death of the bartender.

Damn, I liked that man.

The barmaid is tending to the wounds of the third one. His shoulder a bloody mess, she does her best at first aid, bandaging the wound.

Grim calls up to the others, "I suggest we get down and out of sight. It's still day light, and they still have us surrounded. I am guessing they're going to start shootin up the place once they get themselves sorted out."
 
Trent looks out a window and sees the Skuls backing off.

"Well, it looks like the raiders are backing off or pausing or whatever. Grim what do you think?"

"And thank you Red Dragon, for the Magnum."
 
As the SKuls return to their lines then use the cover of the buildings to move around until they surround the house. Hidden behind barricades the Skulls take aim. Now the kill ground is in their interest. 50 paces to cross to find cover, to far to cross.

The Mutant leader is furious. "You must Kill them! More People, More Humans! KIll them. They must not escape."

She looks at the mutant. Nearby are four other guards. Not many, but the Mutants carry heavy weapons, the firepower is awesome. SHe must negotiate with care, regretting that her boss has made the deal.

She considers her options.

Yes, there are more Skuls, and yes they can be obtained. But they are more than three days walk. Too far for rapid reinforcements.

"No, no more of my men will be killed in this foolishness. I have lost nearly half, and many of my best."

"They must not escape." He commands. But he is also aware. Yes, his mutants are strong, but he is outnumbered. He needs these Skuls, for now.

"And they won't. Crater is still ours. We own it. This is our supply base."

"YOu do not own it as long as they live."

"they will not live for long. The sun is at the three quarter mark. It will be dark, and with darkness we can get close and burn them out."

"I do not think you will succeed." He says sarcastically.

"Then your men can lead." She offers.

Bitch, he thinks. He will have her dipped first.

The Skul leader doesn't need to guess what the Mutant leader is thinking. She cannot trust him. WHen she is weak, he will make his move. But not yet. It has not been the first time she has taken the wrong side of a war. But she survived that mistake as well.

She signals her squad leader, who blows a horn, and the snipers ringing the house begin to fire. Seeing nothing, they shoot with the hope that perhaps they will cause damage none the less. IN any events it will keep the occupants's heads down.

When darkness comes, she will attack.
 
Grim watches the retreat. "Brother, I think if we stay here we're fucked."

"They're pulling back because they felt our bite. We have bitten them hard, they stuck their hands in the death claw lair and had it bitten off. But they don't know how wounded this death claw is. And we are in bad shape."

He considers the odds.

"We try to cross that ground we'll be killed. But if they try to attack us behind those war wagons, it will be concentrated. They probably don't have enough to keep us pinned and attack us at the same time. If they had more men they would have used them. But then, maybe they're calling up the reinforcement now."

"Maybe they don't know what we got, but short of a rocket launcher or a grenade launcher, or a hell of a lot more grenades, we don't got much."

"I expect they will start shootin'. More to keep us down then to hurt us, but if they do us some damage, its just as well."

"They'll hit us at night. Using the darkness to get close. Then they'll try to burn us out, and mow us down as we try to get out. Our best chance is to get out before they hit us, or while they're hitting us. If they burn the place down, I doubt they'll be able to tell if anyone of us got out at all. That might be our best cover for escaping."
 
The redheaded barmaid has listened to this while she tenders the wounds of the cursing patron.

"Now you hush up, ole fella. That ain't so bad a couple stim packs won't help. We'll get you to a doctor and he'll patch you up fine as new."

The redhead thinks a couple of minutes before speaking.

"Now ole Leroy, he didn't tell you this, and maybe he should. He'd probably be unhappy with me telling you, but I figure I ain't got much for chosen." She pauses.

Red Dragon gets tired of waiting around, "And??""

"Well..." SHe adds, "Ahh shit," and then she says quickly. "Leroy had a tunnel."

"Wait?" says Red Dragon. "A fuckin tunnel, you mean we had a tunnel out of here?"

"Ya, that's right." She shrugs, "Leroy didn't want to lose this place like the last one. Probably figured you were all here, might as well defend the place. I didn't tell you caus I don't like them Skuls. They just a bunch a freakin pervs, if you know what I mean. I swear this one, he got me turned over and then he says..."

Trent cuts in. "what's this about the tunnel."

"Oh ya, well see this tunnel, is really an ole sewar tunnel from back when. It's kind of dark and Leroy used to tell me its full of rad scorpions and winnamingos and all, but I don't believe him."

She continues, "See the SKuls used Crater as a local base. This is where they bring their loot and sell it to local traders. Now they keep it all deep in the ground, in the sewars somewhere, but I don't know. Leroy might of knew, but well, Leroy ain't what used to be, so to speak."

"Anyway, there's a tunnel back past, under the water closet. We can get down there and around back behind these here Skuls. Down there Leroy kept the still and all. I can show it to you."

Grim adds, "How far do these tunnels go and don't they connect with the others? I mean why didn't the skuls come up the shit hole?"

The barmaid thinks about it than says, "Oh, my name's Cindy, just to make your acquaintance. And what they said about me being cheap on account of the scar ain't true either.... Oh the question. The tunnels run all over the place. I ain't sure where they all go, but I don't think the skuls do either. Fact is I don't think they even knew Leroy had gained access. He was careful, never stole much of their stash to notice. But they lead all over the place. I know em a little but not much.

The old customer chimes chimes in. "ANd my name is Jethro. No body knows much about the sewars. They got deathclaws in 'em, maybe Winnamingos, don't know. But Death claws for sure. I found Death Claw crap all over the place once. Shit stinks like a mutha."

Grim thinks about this for a moment. "That's probably our best bet."

ANd with that, the Skul snipers begin to shoot up the battered building.
 
OOC-\
Ok, I am not sure if anyone is still on. But that's it for me. I suggest that the next part of this foray goes into the tunnels underneath, and maybe a couple of interesting encounters- rad scorpions, Winnemingos, Deathclaws, mutants, skulls, lost treasure maybe a couple of glowing ones.

But I am tired and calling it a night. I will check again tomorrow to see what you all post.

It's been fun.

Cheers!
 
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