Carnage in the desert

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"Come back over here Kylie! Your meat is cold!"
Her mother shouts from besides the cart filling with pans, foods and some old guns.
"Let her go, she won't get too far and eventually she'll come back when she's hungry"
The father says with a calm voice while he roughly tears off a chunk of meat off the leg of a big molerat with his black dirty teeth. The mother shakes her head lightly and sits down by the fire place, four figures comes to the fire two men and a girl, one of the men dropped his pack of branches on the ground and thops his ass on the fine dry sand, grabbing an Iguana-on-stick, dipping it with some chili sauce with strong smell, so strong it reaches the nose of Dragconor behind a small bush fifty meters away from the campfire, he wonder why would the human like such aweful cooked food, his body curls up and twisted in a way that his torso lies flat on the ground with his camouflage color completely invisble from normal eyes, three more of his brothers are waiting, silently in different spots all holding tactical positions.
A child's laughter and some chatters can be heard by the camp fire. A little longer, just a little longer, thought Dragconor.

Kylie pounced and falls flat on the ground, her hands missed the little lizzard just by a few inches.
"Rats!"
Pouting her face with dirts over her tiny body(She's only 10). Supporting her jaws with her hands on the ground watching the lizard sprints off in two legs, it stopped at a rock and looks back, as if taunting Kylie's slow movements. She grabs a small rock and toss it to the lizard when the creature slips into its den with swift agility.
She sighs and rolls over watching the sky as stars flickers brightening her dreams...A loud gun shot woke her, she sits into position and searches for the source, human's screams echos out piercing the silent night in within some foul growls and roars of wild monsters. Her eyes snaps open, she is sure it's not a dream, she runs back to the direction of the wagon and falls on her knee, her basic animal instinct told her to take covers, she rolls over down behind a rock trembling as she watches her father's detached head besides the wheel. Her mother screamed and bursts her SMG with 10mm AP at the murderer, bullets launches into actions, her aim is so well they tears through Karsoak's jaw joint passing right into tendor skins in his mouth and pierces into his brain, the deathclaw warrior doesn't get a chance to scream before his head is blown. The mother lowers her hands in terror tears running down her cheek as she watches the head of her husband, too occupied in past memories unaware of a shadow behind her, Dragconor places his claw insides her belly and grabs her skull with another large hand, he made it short for her.
Kylie can't move, she want to listen to her instinct and run but she can't, her logical mind tells her if she run now the deathclaws' acute perception can pick her up with ease and rendor her one of their meal, she knows her family has no chance to survive she watches the large hunchbacks drags the bodies away leaving long trails of scarlet stain behind. And the young little girl who witnessed the death of her familiy hugging the head of her father sobbing curling up under the wagon.

OOC:Now let's see if I can start anything, anyone arrived the place see blood scatters over the ground with animal claw marks on some detached limbs. A deathclaw's body lying at the back of the wagon with a scrambled head, it is a deathclaw wearing armor a signature can be noticed on the chest, a claw mark and words crafted under it, it says: Sons of Dragon, and a petagon like tatoo made by sharp objects on its back. The girl Kylie is on the blink of madness with blood all over her face holding a human head.

 

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{BIO}
Name:Martin
age: 28
hair color: dark blue
eye color: brown
height: 5"9
weight:170
profession:between jobs
skills: throwing,bartering,small guns
hair:crew cut

It had been two days since Martin had left Brokenhills. He was on his way to New Reno were he hoped to get a new job. He had no armor and was only armed with a desert eagle and some throwing knifes. Martin was going at a good pace and had enough food to last him. His only worry was his lack of protection. As he walked along Martin looked to the sky. It was a bit past dusk and he figured he should look for a place to sleep. There was a range of hills up ahead and he figured he could find a safe place to sleep there. Martin spent his last bit of enery running toward the his. When he got to the other side of the range he was panting and his legs hert from running. He put both his hands on his knees and caugh his breath. Once he had caugh his breath he looked around. About 20 yards up ahead there was a cart surrounded by tall grass. He didn't see any people but threw him self to the ground just to be safe. He layed in the dirt for several minutes taking shallow breaths. After several minutes he began to think the people were asleep or not even there. He sat up in a crouching position and moved toward the wagon. As he got closer a strange smell drifted over to meet him. It was thick and coppery. Blood, he though to him self .

When he was about five yards away he noticed the grass had been cut in places and pushed aside. Martin got to the edge of the grass and pushed some aside. It was dark now and martin saw a large dark shape by the wagon it was motion less and didn't appear to be breathing. He pulled the desert eagle from its holster. He stood up and slowly walked toward the shape. Martin's heart was thundering in his chest. "CRUNSH". Martin looked down toward his feet. He drew a sharp breath as he saw the arm below his foot. Relizing what he had done he quickly looked toward the body. He walked over to the body and pushed it toward him. "Jesus!" Martin yelled as he jumped back from the death claw corpse in front of him. His heart was pounding in his chest worse than before. He looked at its huge head that had been blown apart . Relizing it was no danger he lowerd his gun. There was a lanter by the wagon. Martin picked it up and light it. Scaning it around the arear he for the first time noticed that it was littred with human body parts. He had to hold his hand against his mouth to keep from vomiting. Once he regained control of him self he looked around again. There was a small form in the grass near by. He walked over to hit and leaned down . Matrin closed his eyes and turned from the sight infront of him. It was a child huging ahead. "Ah God" he said looking back at the child. He sighed and stood up asuming the child was dead. As he walked toward the wagon to see what was in it he heard a soft breathing form behind him. He pulled out hid gun and wiped around asuming to see an attacker. He was confused when he saw nothing. Quickly relizing it was the child he walked over to the small form and looked down at it. "Damnit. What the hell I am I gona to now?" he said to him self. Martin now had a new problem. What to do with this child.

 

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The killing keep going.

OOC: sorry hasn't been on for quite a while, been busy. Glad someone got interested in the scene. heh.

IC:Kylie shuddered as she saw the human shadow, she dropped the head in her arm and started running off to the wild.
"Hey wait a minute!" Martin shouted out and chases after her, didn't take long for the girl to trip over and cry.
"They killed mommy and daddy....*sobs*....why....we were just *sobs*.... going to Reno trading for food....*sobs* why..."
He kneeled down besides Kylie
"you have family in New Reno?"
The girl nodded slowly trying to steady her breathes

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New Reno, one of the largest community in remaining States, whores chit chatting with strangers maybe grabbing one or two to get a few chips, just to live for a night or two. A bulky man, bald head with large wide jaw slowly walked into the abondaned house in midnight when the full moon hung high, he adjucted his leather jacket a bit, sticking a piece of displaced skin back to his neck. There were only two men there standing by a fire, though huge, he managed to hide his body behind a wall he is good at it. He extended his sense reaching out so far that every speeches made by the men can't escape his hearing.
"You've found their base?"
"Where's my money?" He has a deep voice trying his best to mimic the pronounciations, he gained that artifical vocal cord through the creation ritual but he still need time to get used to it. The beggar pulled out a bottle, sliding a piece of paper out of insides.
"Here is the address. Talk to Rene, as always."
"Price raised"
The beggar frowned.
"How much?"
"I risked my neck for your ambition, and I have four kids to raise, and Draconor will soon find out it was me can't take the chance to stay in my pack."
The cloaked figure twitched.
"You know it isn't just for me Xiyan, he's actions will destroy all your kinds"
"That's my price, take it or leave it"
The beggar hesitated for a moment, then he noded, sliding another piece of paper to Xiyan. He gave the cloaked man a pat on his back. "Take care man"
He noded giving Jason a paper, coordination of the base for Sons of Dragon, his sense picked up a noise, foodsteps low full of confidence and rage. He's here, Screw it! Xiyan kicked off Jason to another room, he ripped off his cloak feeling no need to high his brown carapace, he stared at the source of the sound.
"Time for you judgment traitor!" It was Dragconor's voice, but he saw a huge punk walked into the hall. The man bowed down forcing his strength out of the skin, it's been hours since he dressed up in this human skin such a relief to tear it off. The punk's head was tore off along with his jacket, the huge deathclaw figure emerged from insides. Dragconor flexed his arms, sharp razors flipped out of his finger tips. Xiyan prepared his razors too, readying with a fighting stance it was a fight to death a fight for his believe and his brethens, he didn't expect to leave but the agent must live to NCR.
"Let's finish this off like a true deathclaw!" They charged to each other, their teeth ripping of each other's skin, razors pelting off pieces of blood and flesh. It was an amazing battle, both warriors faught for their believes, both of them shined with honor of true deathclaws, but there was no time for him to hesitate, Jason scrambled his legs to inner of the room, there was no window no door, he saw Dragconor ripped off an arm of his opponent there was no time to lose, he looked up the ceiling as the moonlight shined through the hole. He immediately grabbed a table and climbed on it, tried a few times to jump over to the hole, he turned his head for a brief second seeing Xiyan desperately embracing Dragconor with his remaining arm before his head was torn off his torso, Xiyan consigned his honor to his brothers and sisters......
Dragconor charged into the room, his shoulders too broad for the doorway, he had to punch through the wall before getting his hand on the human. Jason screamed as the room trembled, trying all his might into the arms pulling his two hundred twenty pounces body weight up, for that second he was determined to take a diet. Dragconor's claw grappled the leg with half of his body squeezed through the room, but it was too small for him to get a tight grip, it slipped out when Jason finally called up his might for the climb. A loud roar of anger shaked the whole building almost
destroying its remaining walls.
Jason ran in his full speed, he must find Kylie's aunt, his wife, then head to NCR to find their sister-in-law might get a chance to stop them before it's too late, he knew Dragconor will plan an ambush to take his family as hostage......but in the end, all will die.
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Two warriors are enough to kill her companions if there are, he knew there was a child when he recieved lecture from Lex, their father their leader. His attention now is to persuit the couple to the end of this planet if there's one.
"Privates, you will stay in his house and wait for this girl and her company if there are, Do not kill her, you may spare the meat of her friends what ever way you like. I will find this man in NCR" Dragconor ordered his troopers at the back alley of the building, then he set of and disappeared in the night.

Lyla grined, looks like party, she though as she sat high above the alley on the corner of a building. A long steel combat spear shined with moonlight of New Reno.

OOC:
Lyla aged 29, a tough looking woman holding a steel combat spear on her back(there aren't just enough cool melee weapons in Fallout 2, comparable to a ripper), she has a 10mm pistol with her in case things got nasty.
equipments:steel combat spear, 10mm pistol, leather jacket, couple of jets.
height:5'6
weight:140lbs
professionccation some wipe up jobs for families for a jet or two.
skills:melee, not very good small gun, barter.
hair:black down to shoulders.

If you rummage through Jason's place, you'll find documents saying he's an agent from NCR, been spying on a secret sect.

 

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RE: The killing keep going.

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Jun-27-01 AT 00:33AM (GMT)[p]"This is the last thing I need" Matin said to him self as he walked toward the wagon. Martin dug through the wagon and found some food, some various ammo,an SMG, and two 10mm pistols."This stuff should come in handy" he said to him self as he loaded them into is back pack. As he loaded them he looked over to the child crying by the wagon. "Great, another thing to worry about" he thought. Martin looked to the sky, dawn was breaking. "Hey kid" he said turning to the child. "You fell like you can walk?". The child nodded her head yes. Martin pulled a compass form his pocket,turned a bit and began walking. The child quickly followed. "My names Kylie, what yours?" the child said in a downcast voice."Martin" he said pulling a small apple from his pocket. "Eat this and be quiet" he said handing the child the apple. Martin didn't always like the company of people, especially kids. They were always asking questions.