Fallout- Old Glory

TheWearyGunman said:
James chuckled softly. "Do you remember about a year ago, when that small offshoot of the Khans hired you to take out a small oil refinery in the Mojave?" He let out another chuckle. "I was working as a guard there. I insisted that they put me in charge of security because I had noticed several very dangerous flaws in their security set-up, but they weren't having any of it, thought I was making shit up to get a raise. I kept trying to push my case, but they refused, and eventually fired me. I packed up and relieved them of a few small valuable objects that were laying around... in a locked safe... hidden behind a painting... in the locked administrators office. But I digress. As I was leaving, I saw you approaching with a group of Khans, and decided that this was just to sweet to resist. I set up on a ridge overlooking the refinery, and decided to watch the show. It was a work of art, you tore through that place like a hurricane, exploiting damn near every flaw I pointed out, and you had that entire building under lock in key in less than 20 minutes. As I was packing up to leave, you came out of the building and noticed me, before I could even react, you had your rifle out and managed to do this to me." He pulled up his sleeve to show a small scar on the edge of his right shoulder, caused by a bullet grazing the flesh. "That shot was over 500 yards, and you managed to hit me in no time flat. I was impressed... also in pain... but mainly impressed."
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"Yeah, it's the same dog. I've spent a lot of time trainin' him, too. Too bad nobody in the wasteland cares about a dog unless it acts as bait for a large predator while they make a hasty escape."
 
Chameleon shrugged, he knew it was something. He looked at the dog accompaning the group.
"Ah, who's a good doggie huh? I like dogs, but I also like lizards. Which one's better? Only, ahforget it. My humour doesn't seem needed in these dark times." He glanced around and heard the convo between Sin and James. He then spoke to Tom. "Hey pal, what guns ya got? I could do a trade if you want, I've got some erm reserved ammo that I found in the village; on some unwanted corpse..." He whistled lightly then showed some goods.
 
"Well he certainly looks healthier than the other dogs the fiends kept, though I doubt they took very good care of them." Jacob said, looking at the dog at Brad's side. "Ever thought about armor for it?" Jacob questioned, motioning towards Sarge.
 
"I tried giving him armor, but it just ended up slowing him down. I have been considering making him a cyberdog, but it would cost a fuck ton of caps even if I could find someone who could do it, which I can't. Plus, what is going to do if he outlives me? Cyberdogs live for a very long time."
 
Tom looked at Chameleon, "Well, I have a .12 gauge shotgun on me now, but that is my only gun on me at the moment, all my other guns are back at the homestead", he thought for a few seconds, "Odd, for a trader aren't you? If I had just been scavving' I wouldn't tell me potential customer where I had purtained the item from"
 
Chameleon replied to Tom's answer. "Well, I don't trade much, but it's nice to get some of this excess weight off me. Even when it means to trade. Still, I don't mind waiting if I have to. Plus, if you ain't noticed; I'm a little loopy. Probably too many stealth boys huh?"
 
Jacob nodded his head in understanding. "Finding someone would be the problem wouldn't it? The type people who are versed in both robotics and biology to an acceptable degree are few and far between. I understand the basics of what conversion entails of course, and if pushed I could probably make the prosthesis. I might be able to figure out the process itself too with enough dogs..." Jacob guessed, losing himself in thought. He looked at the dog at Brad's side, and mumbled something about breed variance, nervous system integration, and the word "calamity".
 
"I usually find I can't trade with the loopy types, even worse ones that try to hard to be loopier than they are", Tom sped up his walking pace to get away from Chameleon, who was slightly annoying him now.
 
Chameleon understood, after all it was better that everyone would hate him. After all, he didn't want any friends, so his emotions were completely left out. This is how he had been going for centuries, devoiding himself away from the entirety of other beings, purposely so he wouldn't lose his own wit and lethal position. It was perfect for him, though sometimes he would often feel lonely. Too lonely in fact. But it wasn't a problem that bugged him now, his only problem was what he was going to eat later..
 
(Soon I am going to move forward about 4 hours, and then we will rest for the night. This will happen as soon as Brad and Jacob finish their conversation.)
 
"Heh, so what would we do? Get a pack of dogs and a bunch of cyberdog parts and just keep trying until one survives, and then try to repeat the process on Sarge?
 
"Well, that is the nature of experimentation. Though in reality all I'd need are the dogs. Give me an old city to work with and I can make the parts. The only city that comes to mind unfortunately is Denver, and I am not going back there."
 
4 Hours Later...

You have walked a considerable distance. All of you are starting to feel tired and thirsty. Edward, having noticed this, says, "All right we'll be setting up camp by the side of the road. Don't consume all your supplies at once, we still have quite a way to go."
He sits down and pulls put a canteen of water and a cheese sandwhich out, and starts eating.
 
Chameleon glanced at everyone. He was going to have trouble eating, especially with this mask and his identity. He sat on the palin and shurgged his shoulders.
'Ah, fuck it.' He though to himself and lifted his mask and inserted a pill very quickly.
He went back to the rest and boasted:
"Yep, I'm full. doesn't take much, hehe."
 
"Good for you." Jacob snarked at Chameleon before turning to GU-DR. Jacob made an upward gesture with his hand, and the top of the robot popped open like a cork. From within Jacob retrieved a bottle of purified water, and a giant mantis forelimb. He stuck the limb onto his crowbar and held it out and away from him. GU-DR rotated it's limbs and shot it's flamer at the disembodied insect limb. Once it had finished Jacob sat down with his legs crossed, cracked the now brittle exoskeleton, and began to eat the cooked insect meat inside. Every now and again he would take a sip of the water before going back to eating.
 
Uriel was scouting the land around the town keeping an watchful eye on them, he had little trust for other people. He was hunting his next meal near the town and anyone skilled enough could spot him in the brush his spear tip periodically gleaming in the sun. He had his sights set on a familly of radscorpions, he tread towards them very slowly for he knew they could sense vibrations in the ground.
 
The Eagle watched as the group stopped and sat down, beginning to eat. He looked down his scope, emotionless, keeping a bead on the leader, a man he had indentified as Edward Stone. He zoomed in on the mans face. He didn't like headshots, as there was a good chance they would miss. A good soldier aimed for the centre of mass, the chest. But he couldn't allow any room for error, and a headshot would take out Stone in one shot. Zooming in on the man also meant that he wasn't distracted by the others. The two men he had recognised but had forgotten unerved him, and he couldn't quite focus when they were in view. He cocked his rifle and put his finger on the trigger of his rifle. Just then, he heard a roar.The Eagle lifted his head away from the rifle. A deathclaw was close The group all stood up, alerted by the beasts roar. They ran in the direction of the sound, and Eagle cursed his bad luck. He had been so close, the area had almost been cleansed. He stood up, picked up his rifle, and followed the group, unseen.
 
Uriel quickly shifted his view off the radscorpions but turned slowly to see a Deathclaw nearby, he didnt know if the beast was aware of him but he prepared his crossbow just in case the radscorpions werent what it was roaring about. He lifted the weapon and aimed it for its groin so if the beast did charge him he hoped a shot to the groin would slow it down enough to give him time to get away. his muscles began tensing as he watched the large beast squeezing the crossbow tighter staring to sweat a bit and breathe deeply readying for the moment he would have to move swiftly if it ever came.
 
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