Fallout: California [IC]-Chapter I

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Syphon

A Smooth-Skin
(Not much, just trying to get the ball rollin')

Syphon sat behind his wooden desk, in his comfortable,black cloth chair in his office. There were papers scattered everywhere on his desk, and seemed very disorganized. He sat looking unable to find a solution to some problem, with both arms crossed, and his eyebrows bridged. He was in his small, underground, sandbagged office.

He had two of his lower grunts dig a small basement-like hole with a wooden descending staircase, which would act as his permenent office. It was located in the center of the bunker. The roof was a wooden plank, at ground level. And on-top of the plank was sandbags, acting as a defense measure. The door was nothing more than sandbags at the top of the staircase running parallel, and after about 5 steps down, a cloth was hanging on the edge of the plank, swaying in the wind.

Other than the desk, there was only a cot and another wooden table. Sitting on the cot was Billy, Syphon's long time friend, reading a Cat's-paw magazine. He was a late-teen, head-shaven and wearing the Fallen' Warrior's standard uniform, A pair of Camo pants, A pair of Combat boots and a plain white shirt. Usually, when the winds picked up, Billy and Syphon would tie rags around their mouths to keep sand from suffocating themselves. Billy had a small-chin goatee, and tatoos up and down his arm, with a nice cigarettes hangin' down. He was a total bad-ass, ex-raider, Syphon employedd for the Fallen Warriors.

"...So what you think about it, Billy?" Syphon said, not making eye-contact and just kept looking at random sheets of paper. The papers were the report from some guy named Jason, who worked as a spy in New Reno, about some weapon shipment coming in from NCR. Jason owed Syphon big time, when Syphon put Jason into hiding after the Wrights had put a hit on him. And supposably, now the Wrights were smuggling crate full of m-16's in Reno, and the Fallen Warriors needed some guns.

"...What? The gun shipment?" , Billy mumbled as he took a long drag from his cigarette and continued to look at the Cat-paw mag., never making eye-contact. He seemed too interested in the magazine to be talking to Syphon about strategy. Billy never liked Strategy, he liked spontanious combat.

"Duh?", Syphon rolled his eyes in annoyment,"...Think we should take it?".

"Naw, too much heat.". The Fallen Warriors were going to wait and not, but Syphon would pass the info onto his raider buddies. It'd make a good convo.
 
OOC since this is a hybrid rpg/strat game my org is going to send a diplo to the BOS for a trade agreement.
And gents this is the first time i have written anything in story form so please be kind. 8)

The Gunny, going over the reports that Staff Sergeant Sutton had prepared for him, sighed, i guess we are going to need to do some good ole horse tradin' to get the supplies and items needed if we are going the accomplish the mission. If anybody had seen him just at that moment they would have been surprised by the look of longing on his face, as the Gunny usually never showed any emotion at all, unless some "ass chewin" was required. The moment was gone just as fast as it had appeared.

Well i guess the tech based Brotherhood of Steel is the ones we need to deal with first. As i think we can trade some of our excess food for some of the equipment we need, as PFC Langtimm, the mechanic, and Lance Corporal Colton, the technician, will eventually need replacement parts for the items on the base when we run out of the parts we have on hand.

I reckon i will send Jeff on this mission, as he has the "gift of gab" and that is what we need for a diplomat.
Jeff, "come in the office we need to discuss the mission i need you to perform." Staff Sergeant Sutton immediately left his desk and proceeded to the Gunny's office, with more than a little trepidation. "Gunny you needed to see me?" Yeah, would you please call me Kevin! Hell we have been friends for years now dammit! And smiles at the laughter coming from Sgt Sutton. " I need you to perform a diplo mission for the unit, "dammit Kevin you know i hate those frickin diplo missions! "I know but you are so damn good at them." Sgt Sutton sighed, he knew that the Gunny's mind was made up, and he had to admit he does have the "gift of gab" as the Gunny puts it. At times Sgt Sutton almost thinks the the Gunny actually lived in the old US instead of just having read about it, but everybody knows that ghouls are the only ones that have lived long enough to remember the old world, by the way he talks and reminiceses about the "good ole days." "ok Gunny, what do you need me to do?"

Gunnery Sergeant DeShane sincerely hoped he has not sent his best friend in this new America to his death, but the unit needs the supplies that the Brotherhood can supply. The loneliness of command never weighed so heavy as it does now on the Gunnery Sergeant.

Cheers Thorgrimm
 
(I changed The Dark Spyder gang to the Fallen Warriors)

It was night now, and Syphon was alone in his office, reading the rest of the reports. There was a new report, supposeably, there was a new settlement about fifty-miles west. Jason, one of the newer initiates, had stumbled across it when all of the Fallen Warrior initiates, only 4 including himself, when they had taken out the dune buggys for the day. Syphon thought, maybe we should form an early-stage alliance with them.

Syphon picked up a black walkie-talkie laying on his desk, "Billy, come to my office."

"Roger." came over the radio.

Billy quickly followed in, dirty and sweaty. He had been helping build a corral for the army's Brahmin, all 26 of them, with the rest of the intitiates. He looked exhausted.

"Yes, Sy?" Billy said, with beads of sweat sliding down his face. He wiped it off with his forearm.

"You take Jason on a recon mission with you in the Buggies, down to the new settlement!" Syphon said, handing Billy a map to the establishment.
 
OOC that's cool. always lookin for friends. :D

Mcagcc stands for Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center, and it is located in 29 Palms California, about 50 miles northeast of Palm Springs Ca.


Private Beeson was manning the Lookout tower at about 1400 hrs, when all of a sudden he spots a dune buggy watching the compound. " Gunny this is private Beeson, we have two unknowns observing the compound about half a klik due east." Gunnery Sergeant DeShane was startled to hear the report from the private, as Staff Sergeant Sutton had been gone only about 3 days and that was not long enough for him to reach the Brotherhood compound and accomplish the mission. "Looks like we have a new player in the area."

The Gunny was approaching his post when private Beeson came to attention, and saluted, Gunny sighed under his breath, "i need to train these people better", all that showed to Pvt. Beeson was a slight sigh, shit! the Gunny is going to chew my ass! "Private, how many times did i tell you, you only salute officers, and i work for a living! "Many times Gunny, said Pvt. Beeson, i just keep forgetting!" "As long as you do not forget how to accomplish your mission i will let it slide." Pvt. Beeson was visibly relieved that the Gunny did not chew his ass out. "Private, sit rep." Sir the unknowns have just been setting on the hill reconing the compound and have not moved as of yet." Now that Pvt. Beeson was a little more relaxed, he noticed that the Gunny had donned his combat armor with the Eagle Globe and Anchor on the left breast. This disturbed him as the Gunny never puts on his armor unless he is expecting trouble. "Gunny you expecting trouble?" I do not know Private, but it is good to be prepared." Gunny noticed how smoothly his troops went about assuming battle stations, and his heart swelled with pride. These troops were almost as good as his recon platoon when they had raided Shanghai in the old world during the war.

Gunny, just then noticed that the dune buggy started down the hill towards the compound, "Gentlemen we have incoming!" Shouted the Gunny. Immediately all non combat personnel headed for the bunker, while the troops immediately went on combat alert. and he brought out "momma" his personal M-82 Barret sniper rifle, and waited.
 
(OCC Sorry for the delay, I got ill. But after vomitting, I feel better. Now on with the show)

Billy sat behind the metal steering wheel, with his foot slamming the gas. He had another cigarette in his mouth, and sat quiet, trying to concentrate. Jason, a short but built man in his twenties, sat in passenger, acting as Navigator. Jasons messy brown hair waved in the wind, and his arm propped on the Dune Buggys side bar. The loud buzz of the Engine roared loudly as Billy sped up, and in the distance, A large compound came into view.

Billy and Jason both gasped, as they saw the large, sandbagged compond. It was shocking to see how well they were already doing, compared to our jerry-rigged base. They looked on. A large watch out tower jutted into the sky, there were alot of people on it staring down on Jason and Billy. All had binoculars, but one, probobly the leader, looked as though was shouting commands and pointing at them.

Billy slowed it down about 10 yards away from the sandbag wall, and got out with hands into the air. Billy knew what to do, cause it did it before. Jason followed. They left their firearms in the buggy, as a sign of peace.
A lot of soldiers were behind the wall, with guns raised. This made Billy and Jason a bit fearful. But eventually they lowered their weapons. Both of them sighed loudly, and finally they lowered their arms. A large commander came at them slowly, but hands nowhere near his sidearm.
 
Gunnery Sergeant DeShane watched the dune buggy as it came forward slowly and stopped about 10 yards if front of the gate, and the occupants came out with their hands held up in a sign of friendship. "Gentlemen stand to, we have guests." Immediately the troops stood down and resumed their non combat duties, all except for Corporal Marquez, who accompanied the Gunny to the gate and stopped. "Corporal remain vigilant, but do not open fire unless i give the command." Is that understood Corporal? "Yes Gunny the orders are understood, but i do not wish you would risk yourself like that Gunny, let me go and see what they want." Corporal i understand your feelings,but since i am in command, and they evidently want to talk, it is my responsibility to greet them, since Staff Sergeant Sutton is still on mission." Corporal David G Marquez followed his orders like a good Marine,but in his heart he wished that the Gunny would not risk himself like that, but had to admit that is one of the reasons Corporal Marquez would follow the Gunny into hell itself, as the Gunny never asked anything out of his troops, he does not do himself. Which is exceedingly rare these days, also David looked upon the Gunny as the father who replaced the one who was stolen by those bastard raiders, and Gunny has promised us that the world he is trying to bring back will get rid of those vermin.

Gunny left "momma" at the gate with Corporal Marquez and proceeded to the dune buggy only armed with his .50 cal Desert Eagle sidearm, but he felt that his combat armor would give him a chance in a fight. Gunny stopped 10 feet in front of the buggy with his hands on his hips, and smiled, even though the visitors did not see it, when they saw the Marine Corps insignia on his left breast, and did a small double take that only he saw.

"Gentlemen my name is Gunnery Sergeant DeShane, United States Marine Corps, Staff NCO in charge of this facility," "how my i help you?"
 
Both Jason and Billy became comfortable with the tall leader, for the way he talked, and held himself. But both still stood close.

"...Um, I'm William Pearson and I'm a diplomat from a small Army called "The Fallen Warriors", based down near Reno. We hope to form an Alliance and trade route" Billy said.
 
"Well mr. Pearson, Welcome the The Marine Corps Air Ground Combat center." Since you are your leaders representative we extend all hospitality required by the Uniform Code of Military Justice." If you gentlemen will follow me we will get down to "Horse tradin & Dickerin." The Gunny smiled to himself, as he thought if those two understand what i just said they may be as intelligent as i think they are, as nobody crosses 450 miles of the most dangerous terrain i have ever had the misfortune to be part of without very high intelligence and valuable skill. "Gentlemen i will allow you to carry one sidearm into our facility for your own protection and peace of mind." As i know i would sure as hell not go into a base unarmed." He smiled as he said it. "But i must insist that your vehicle and other weapons remain outside till we either come to an arrangement or you leave on your way without one." "On my honor as a Marine Gunnery Sergeant i promise your belongings will be taken care of." He noticed a slight hesitation, and he thought to himself, "better and better,not fully trusting what i said." Very Good, he thought." But in the end they agreed to accompany him into the compound. Gunny stopped at the gate ,where Corporal Marquez was looking on with no small part of apprehension, Corporal I want you to guard that Buggy of our guests and no one is allowed to approach it without my express orders is that clear?" Yes Gunny orders are received and understood." "Also i want a patrol out reconing the area to make sure that our guests were not followed and to make sure no one is waiting to ambush them on their way back." Corporal Marquez began speaking into his radio and relayed Gunny's orders to the comm center. "Gentlemen will you follow me? He turned his back and was positive that the gents would follow him, if nothing more that curiosity to see the compound. They went past the watch tower and the mechanics bay when Lance Corporal Colton stopped the Gunny and said, "Gunny we are running low on electronic parts for the base comm center and we will need some more real soon." Chris i am working on getting us a steady supply of parts now." If anything starts breaking down just cannibalize the non essential parts till we establish a steady supply route." Ok Gunny." They then proceeded to the command bunker which was a former war command bunker made out of concrete and steel. They went down the stairs past the comm center to the Gunny's office. "Ok gentlemen have a seat" and pointed to two chairs and sat himself. When they sat down and were comfortable he said, "Now what sort of deal do you wish to propose to me?"
 
"...As a representative of the Fallen Warrior Army, I wish to propose an economic pact. Meaning, we want to form a heavy trade route, for both sides sake, and a consistant line of communication", Billy expained, occasionally using some form of hand movement. Jason just stay quiet and nodded when Billy talked, or atleast sounded like he knew what he was doing.

"If you accept our agreement, I'll need your hand-shake in blood" Billy said, acting as those he was cutting his palm, making a painful like facial expression, like it hurt. The Gunny's eyebrows raised quite high.

Billy, being the madman he is, took his combat knife from his lower leg holster and held it in his left hand. He sliced his right palm from side to side, open. Blood gushed out quickly, sliding down his forearm and finally fell to the earth. Billy never flinched. He held his hand out to Gunny.

"Now your hand, sir..." Billy said firmly. Jason's eye was high, unsure of what just happened. This was never in training.
 
Gunny was surprised by this turn of conversation, but could in all honesty not admit it was unexpected, as pacts like this are common place in ancient tribal rites. Gunny stood and pulled out his razor sharp K-Bar with it's wicked serrated back and slowly pulled the knife across his palm without once flinching or halting the draw. He then smiled, and with blood dripping off his hand he held it out to the newcomer and shook his hand. " With a big wolfish grin on his face he said "son i like your style!" "Balls of iron!" He then burst out in a full belly laugh. "Come gents let's go celebrate our new found alliance with a drink." They then proceeded to the tin shack bar oddly named in a funny language "Semper Fidelis". Gunny could see that Billy and Jason had no idea what the name meant, but figured if they were curious enough they would ask. He escorted them into the dimly lit, but spotless, drinking establishment, sauntered over to the bar. "Bernice i need you to pour myself and these gents a drink." Sure anything you say Kevin, and winked at him." Gunny flushed and said Bernice i told you not to do that when i am on duty!" She laughed and stated sweetly, "mi vida i am not one of your soldiers and may do as i please," and then proceeded to blow him a kiss. Gunny cleared his throat, but was visibly flustered by the exchange, "gents here you go," but i must warn you it is only good for two things, drinking, he then took a swallow, then rasped out and stripping paint." They exchanged pleasantries and when the heat of the day was passed Gunny rose, Gents you are more than welcome to stay the night in the guest quarters for the night till you leave in the morning." But i would be derelict in my duty if i did not tell you that since i have only known you since this afternoon, there will be a guard and your quarters will be locked from the outside." Hopefully the next time you visit our little home we will be more familiar with each other and will not have to resort to such measures." Do you gentlemen wish to stay the night, or will you proceed back tonight? Gunny waited patiently for an answer.
 
"Thanks, but no thanks...We better get back to our place. Um, when do you wish we send over some caravans for trade?" Billy said, seeming to be getting comfortable with the new ally.

"As soon as possible" The gunny saiding happily, leading the men out to the front gate. Billy and Jason were excited to get back to base and report the good news, Syphon would be happy. Both wore a grin. Gunny showed them back to their buggy and stood behind the wall, alone, but waving. He finally turned around and left, probobly back to his work.

And off they were, Billy and Jason drove off.

*MEANWHILE*

It was dawn out, back at base. Syphon and David were talking infront of the barracks, which was a huge tent with its wall made out of sandbags. The barracks housed all of the non-combatants and the military personell.

David, a large black man with braided-hair, had told Syphon about a possible drought coming. It was early summer and it was extremely dry for this time of year. All of our crop were going to die and blow away, unless Syphon had a solution. But ofcourse, he did. He was going to come up with an undergrond irrigation system. He'd have Gary, the army's mechanic, build it. But we needed parts.

The cropfields were on the outside of the sandbag wall, where all the of the vast citizens worked growing crops and mantaining the brahmin. They were kept in a coral next to the fields. All the crops were kept in the storage bay, behind Syphons office, locked heavily and guarded.

"...That new Ally'll probobly have it...", Syphon thought as he left david, giving him a handshake and got back to his office.
 
"As soon as possible" The Gunny said happily, leading the men out to the front gate. Gunny showed them back to their buggy. They stopped at the front gate and Gunny said, gents just a minute i need to check on something." Corporal Marquez who did the comm center send out on patrol?" gunny they sent out Pvt. George and Pvt. Mayo." "Thanks David, keep up the good work." Corporal Marquez visibly swelled with pride as the Gunny complimented him on the performance of his duties. They then proceeded out to the buggy, on the way there Gunny said to the two, "gents if you see a supermutant and a ghoul out there while on your way back, please do me a favor and do not shoot at them as they are my patrol."

"Mr. Pearson we have plenty of spare food that we were going to use as trade items , so when ever you wish to do some tradin just send a caravan and we will be more than happy to trade." "We may have more items in a couple of months for trade, as i have other diplomats out looking for trade partners as we speak." Also have your boss come with one of those caravans and we can get more aquainted and set on paper the details of the trade deal."

Gunny watched the two drive off in their buggy and thought to himself, "very good, they passed the final test and did not want to be locked in an unknown room." These people may be more intelligent than the normal raider band, and maybe we can show them that by working together we can restore peace and prosperity in a restored United States."
 
Syphon heard the buggy coming close to the base, and stop. Probobly at the gate. He was sleeping, for it was about midnight and quite cold for a desert night. The cloth, acting as Syphon's door, swayed in the wind gently. His eyes were still closed but he was awake, and could hear all of the rukus. He heard voices and yells in the distance and he heard footsteps in the sand coming to him. It was Billy and Jason, both seeming very tired. Along side of them stood Jesse Weaver, Syphon's brother. He seemed tired and disturbed from sleeping, his black hair was messy and his eyes were squinted as his eye were adjusting. Syphon didn't want to get up but he did. He hit the lights and there they were, grins on three of them.

"... What?" Syphon said stood up, scratching his head, gathering himself. It seemed very cold now.

"Uh... Is there a reason why your naked?" Jason said, then bursting into a loud laugh. Bill followed and so did Jesse, all laughing hysterically. Syphon blushed as he stood there, looking down at his stark naked self.

"Well... Dont come wakin' men while their sleepin' then!" Syphon said grabbing his covers and wrapping it around his body. Now he understood why it was cold before. His face turned dark red.

(I'll finish it in the mornin' ok?)
 
"Anyway", Syphon said flicking the offices lights on,"How'd it go?". Syphon began putting on his cloths and looked at his desk radio, it was 2:04 AM. It was damn late for an intrusion but worth it.

"It was great. They are group devoted to the restoration of the US. Their very civil and agreed. But next time you must travel over their and speak with him, to gain a bond of somesort" Bill explained, as both Jason and Jesse looked tired and walked off, probobly to their bunks in the barracks.

"Great, I guess we'll finish this up in the mornin'" Syphon said flinkering the lights back off and laid back down on his cot. Billy followed Jason and Jesse out.
 
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