Fallout- Old Glory

White Knight said:
You know the job pays well and where you have to meet. You don't know what the job is, and what your part is in it. If I have information I need to tell you, it will be included in posts involving Edward or just possts introducing Locations. So stop using OOC information in character. Yes, the job involves hunting the Eagle, but your character hasn't been told in the RP, so they should know nothing. If I don't tell you something, assume your character is ignorant, and if you need to know, ask me OOC, or ask Edward.
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1. Grammar correct - and what your part in it is
2. It's a merc job you made that clear
3. Do you take our characters to be idiots? If so I will pull out now and delte my posts because I don't apreciate when someone changes their color. You said it was a merc job in intro as if the. Characters already knew because well they're fucking mercs! And as for the job matter do you seriously think they wouldn't put 2 and 2 together? Hmm let's see best mercs? Check! Large amount of money? Check! Guy killing off old people who seem important? Check! Guy calls himself eagle which was the simple of freedom? Check! Dude the characters aren't idiots if they were they WOULDN'T mersc! So don't bitch me out for thinking logically.
 
Sin Lucifel Angel said:
1. Grammar correct - and what your part in it is
2. It's a merc job you made that clear
3. Do you take our characters to be idiots? If so I will pull out now and delte my posts because I don't apreciate when someone changes their color. You said it was a merc job in intro as if the. Characters already knew because well they're fucking mercs! And as for the job matter do you seriously think they wouldn't put 2 and 2 together? Hmm let's see best mercs? Check! Large amount of money? Check! Guy killing off old people who seem important? Check! Guy calls himself eagle which was the simple of freedom? Check! Dude the characters aren't idiots if they were they WOULDN'T mersc! So don't bitch me out for thinking logically.
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OOC:
Sin, here's the thing. The elderly people being killed off aren't important at all. If the character isn't from the Enclave they wouldn't even be able to put two and two together. It's a mercenary job true, but the Eagle is just one thing going on, it's a big wasteland after all. The job could just as easily be an assault on a raider settlement or something, in fact it would more likely be so. Going after one man is a job for bounty hunters, not a band of mercs.

On another note, you should try and remember to keep such matters in the OOC thread.
 
Edward turned to Jacob and said,"No, your the first to turn up. I can see the others, but they don't seem to be in a hurry. Mercs in my youth were professional. Now they're just people with guns looking to make cash. I guess that comes with the wasteland being tamed. People don't know what its like to have lived in a time where you were in constant danger from raiders, wild animals, that sort of thing. granted theres still rangers, but radscorpions stay away from from towns and noisy places. But listen to me ramble on, you must be Jacob. The man who reccomended you said you had a robot with you. Mr. Gutsy, a good reliable model. Anyway, I look forward to working with you. Its been a while since I led a squad on an op. Hope you brought some good hardware, we're going a particularly dangerous route." Edward turned and looked to see if anybody else was coming. No luck.
 
Sin Lucifel Angel said:
White Knight said:
You know the job pays well and where you have to meet. You don't know what the job is, and what your part is in it. If I have information I need to tell you, it will be included in posts involving Edward or just possts introducing Locations. So stop using OOC information in character. Yes, the job involves hunting the Eagle, but your character hasn't been told in the RP, so they should know nothing. If I don't tell you something, assume your character is ignorant, and if you need to know, ask me OOC, or ask Edward.
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1. Grammar correct - and what your part in it is
2. It's a merc job you made that clear
3. Do you take our characters to be idiots? If so I will pull out now and delte my posts because I don't apreciate when someone changes their color. You said it was a merc job in intro as if the. Characters already knew because well they're fucking mercs! And as for the job matter do you seriously think they wouldn't put 2 and 2 together? Hmm let's see best mercs? Check! Large amount of money? Check! Guy killing off old people who seem important? Check! Guy calls himself eagle which was the simple of freedom? Check! Dude the characters aren't idiots if they were they WOULDN'T mersc! So don't bitch me out for thinking logically.
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In a world where raiders and slavers murder people, a man who is said to be insane and kills people is not the biggest thing happening in the wasteland. Yes its unusual that he is only killing elderly people, but right now its only at the point where some people will be a bit worried for their grandparents, while most are too busy with their own problems. He's only important to the storyline, he isn't the main concern of the rest of the wasteland. You've taken the fact thats he important to the storyline (OOC information) and put that with doing a merc job, and said that your character has logically put two and two together. But the Eagle isn't the main antagonist of the RP to Sin, he's a crazy guy who kills people and in the wasteland they're not in short supply, so Sin like everybody else, won't take much notice of him, at least not more than any other crazy person.
 
"Yeah, It wouldn't hurt for someone to actually show me around, for once."

They entered the store after a short walk. Brad laid down some random things he found on the way here, and traded it for food, water, nuka cola, scotch, and 10mm rounds.
After exiting, Brad decided to take a walk around the town.

He saw a well, alongside it were two men and... A Mr. Gutsy?
 
Jacob chuckled. "Don't worry to much about my equipment. Between GU-DR and myself we're packing plenty of plasma. I wouldn't have made it to Vegas from Chicago if I wasn't." Jacob said, while GU-DR stared intently at Edward, studying the old man.

"You have the eyes of a fine American soldier sir! I would be honored to serve in your unit!"

"Well that makes things a lot easier." Jacob commented. "So where are the rest of the merc's you hired? Can you point them out?"
 
James came jogging around a nearby corner, and continued up to Edward. He gave a salute and came to attention. He had a thick beard, and a pair of aviator glasses. "Is this where we meet for the Mercenary job? I apologize for being late, but I was up late last night giving my equipment a thorough check-over for the job today, and I overslept. I didn't wake up until the caravan I was riding into town was already at the other end. Once again I apologize for my crass unprofessional-ism, am I still eligible for the job?"
 
As Brad walked away from Sammy's stall, Tom looked up at Sammy, a grin spreading across his face, "I heard from Davie that the gun runners' shipment came in last night, this means I brought the caps necessary, do you have the weapon?".

Sammy chuckled for a bit, his laugh faded away though as his smoking cough started, he spluttered for a bit before looking back up at Tom, "Yeah, the shotgun is a beauty, Gun Runners' sure do know their stuff, it's been thoroughly cleaned, oiled and to be completely honest, I don't think you'll see craftsmanship like this for miles around", Sammy walked into his storehouse behind his stall to find the weapon.

A girl who was examining some items on a shelf to Tom's right, immediately turned around, and smiled at Tom, "A shotgun? Please, a true cowboy uses a repeater, or something like that, but a shotgun!", Tom chuckled as the girl walked over to him and embraced him, "That smell on your breath, you've been drinking whiskey again haven't you?".

"Why is everyone so obsessed with me quitting the spirits! First John and now you! Georgie, you know me good enough to know that i'll never quit the spirits", Tom smiled at Georgie, she smiled back before pulling away from him.

"Anyway, i've got to go, my pa' wants me to clean the bar at the saloon by five, i'll see ya later", she smiled at him one last time before walking down the street.

Sammy had returned from the storehouse and placed the shotgun on the stall bench, "650 caps, worth every single cap, haven't seen engine...", before Sammy could finish the sentence, Tom had interrupted him by placing a sack of caps on the bench.

"The pouch has 700 caps in it, save up for a little somethin'", Tom picked up the shotgun and examined it before pumping it several times and then looking down the barrel, "Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention, those extra 50 caps, ammo, now".

Sammy smiled for a bit, before grumbling and rummaging around on one of the shelves behind his stall, as he returned he placed 3 cases of 12 gauge shells, each case having 20 shells within, "These should keep you going for a good while, but if I remember, the Gun Runners' do have some kinds of specialised ammo, maybe if you could find an town with 'em in it, you could have a real shop around!".

Tom picked up the cases and emptied the shells into some pouches which were assembled around his belt, before pumping his shotgun one last time and strapping it to his armour on his back.
 
It was obvious that Sin Angel didn't know who Edward could be, so Chameleon sighed.
"Ha fooled ya, no seriously this guy could be named Jackaloah for all I know. But a wild guess never harmed anyone, so y'know. By the way, my name's forgoten, so just call me Chameleon. Sounds cooler like that. What's your name bub?" Of course, Chameleon's guess could've been a coincedence and his insanity would just prove that. Before Chameleon gave a chance for the woman to reply, he quickly added,
"By the way, we MIGHT be killing someone, I love killing targets. I am an merc/assassin, so this job should hopefully be merc-compatible. Y'know what I mean?" Chameleon shrugged in closer with a sly invisible smile.
 
Edward looks around and points out the other mercs. "Well theres Bradley, a former Khan from what I hear. He's good with tech, though I doubt we'll be needing to hack any computers. Theres Sin and Chameleon over there. Sin's a tribal girl. She can outperform most men. Theres some nasty rumours about that, but I won't go into it. Chameleon is one of the best in the business. Of course, he comes as a package. You get his skills, and with that comes the fact he's a sociopath, and has no problem with working for anybody, and that includes certain groups that have been causing trouble for the NCR. The only reason I hired him was his reputation for never breaking contract. The only exception is when a woman is involved. I'm starting to regret hiring Sin."
James came running up to him just then, and saluted him
"And heres James, the final merc I hired. Quite the eager beaver, as you can see."
Edward then turned to James.
"No need for the formalities, son. Just get here on time, and do your job, thats all I ask."
 
Tom walked up the main street of Tandi for a few metres before noticing a man he had never seen before standing by the town well, surroundered by some merc looking types, one had a Mr Gutsy with him, 'curious', Tom thought to himself. Another man had just recently jogged up to the man with Mr Gutsy and the man by the well. Toms shifted his view to several metres away from the man standing by the well, where there was a woman, and a man having quite a loud conversation, both faces he hadn't seen either.

Tom, mostly out of curiosity, strutted over to the men standing by the well, meanwhile connecting Brad with the sudden influx with mercs in his head.

He approached the mercenary group and lifted the iron sights of his new shotgun up to his eye and aimed at what appeared to be the leader of the mercs, "Up to no good are we? Not in my town", Tom lowered his shotgun and put it back in it's holster, "Nah, to be honest i'm as good as a lawkeeper as I am a ghoul, and as you can see, i'm not one of them am I!", Tom sniggered to himself for a small amount of time, before realising to be serious.

"Anyway, with me being the, rather reluctant lawkeeper of this small town I may as well ask why you's are hanging around like you are, the towns-people feel like they are protected if I pretend to do something you see", Tom smiled to himself.

Tom looked at the Mr Gutsy, "This your Mr Gutsy?", he shifted his view to the Mr Gutsy, "Make yourself at home, soldier", Tom patted the Gutsy on the side, before chuckling to himself again.
 
GU-DR rotated to scan the one who had patted it. The robot extended a single sensor and took in the face of the town Sheriff. A quick scan of it's memory banks and the Mr. Gutsy had a name to put with the face.

"You are Corporal Thomas. We served together under Lieutenant Yasmin in an operation to rescue a member of the US special operations corps. It has been two years, three months, and twelve days, five hours, and thirty two minutes since our previous encounter. I am pleased to see you are doing well!" Jacob had turned in amazement at the sound of the robot recognizing someone.

"It's been too long Tom. How ya doing you old drunk? Didn't think you'd end up so far east of Vegas." Jacob said, a smirk crossing his face.
 
Edward says to Tom,"You ever point a shotgun at me again, you'll get a broken nose, whether its loaded or not. And Jacob, we are south of Vegas, in northern Texas. Or do you not look at maps of American often?"
When the Mr. Gutsy recognises the new man. He was addressed as a Corporal, but Edward knew that was the old programming working. Lieutenant Yasmin was the group leader, and the special forces member was somebody they had to rescue. Jacob had kept the Gutsy in good condition. Edward had worked with a gutsy before. It had mistaken a person he had tried to rescue as a High Value Target, which are often terrorists or war criminals. Needless to say, the client wasn't happy when they came back with his friend being dragged by the Gutsy, handcuffed in an uncomfortable position and a plasma gun aimed at his head, with the robot saying, "The Chairman of the peoples republic of china has been retrieved."
Edward chuckled. Hopefully there wouldn't be such glitches in this one.
 
"What a surprise? You remember me GU-DR, mind you're a rob...a good soldier, I should expect it, and Jacob, it has been too long", this couldn't merely be a coincidence, tow of his old squad mates in the same town, must be a merc job, "So how've you been keeping yourself? I trust you are getting paid handsomely for this, my perception is still good enough to tell what's going on here, mind I say that, i'm only 24!", Tom coughed into his hand, and looked at the men who stood next to Jacob
 
"Nevada's a good ways west of here Mr. Stone." Jacob pointed out. Of course he looked at old maps, the Enclave had taught him basic geography. "And the pay is quite good. I need the money if I'm going to make it back to Chicago." Jacob cocked an eyebrow at Tom. "How'd you end up a Sheriff?"
 
Before Sin replied, Chameleon glanced at the well and it's forming group and quickly sped off.
"See ya later hunny, I ain't wasting time sightseeing." He approached the mercs with cheerful conversation.
"Well, looks like this much: a merry bunch of noobs and they need help from a veteran like me. Awrh, you shouldn't have. This will be like the Failed Rookie Incident, or as they called it: Crisis S-724. I trained up a lot of noobs, and they all died miserably. Burning horribly into a sticky ooze. Not nice y'know? Well, what are all your names then? I haven't done my homework you see." The others didn't seem impressed, especially since this new face talked too much.
 
Chromevod said:
"Nevada's a good ways west of here Mr. Stone." Jacob pointed out. Of course he looked at old maps, the Enclave had taught him basic geography. "And the pay is quite good. I need the money if I'm going to make it back to Chicago." Jacob cocked an eyebrow at Tom. "How'd you end up a Sheriff?"
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OOC: I don't live in America, I thought Texas was south of Nevada. OOC mistake, but ignore it and move on.

Edward turns to the new man. "Chameleon, your as arrogant as they say you are. We don't need your training. Everybody here is a veteran merc. Now if your done failing to assert your dominance, we need somebody to fill the support role on this job."
 
"If you wish to give me a broken nose, sir, you'll find the shotgun shall be pointed again, and I won't be bringing it down", Tom still was acting cheerful, threats never scared him. He looked back at Jacob, "Chicago? I don't want to guess why you would want to be there, but for me being a sheriff, if it wasn't for me building my rather successful ranch here in this ideal surrounding, this town i'm afraid wouldn't be here anymore, people used to avoid it on their travels, but now that the well is working, the spirits are flowing, the market stalls are full, now, the caravans a dying to be here, I guess it was the towns' way of repaying me I guess", Tom didn't like to talk about it, fair enough if it wasn't for him the town would've went bust, Tom had just thought it would've been the right thing to do, so he did, he didn't want to be rewarded for it.

"As well as that, i've got quite the extended family here, there's John, my best buddy, Rachael, she acts is if she's me and john's mother, then there's Antonio, some big shot from Vegas who's taking a liking to Rachael, he's an alright guy though, and i've met a girl here, so all of them need protecting I guess", Tom smiled to himself, "Well enough about me", Tom looked at Jacob and smirked.
 
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