Fallout- Old Glory

"YOWCH!" Shouted Chameleon as he was pinched. "That hurt. Thanks Jakey". Then he replied to Jacob's question.
"Aye, all in favour. Should we like, erm... Rip his tongue out? I know lots of torture methods. Very fun. Who says?"
 
Edward frowned as Jacob suggested killing the man who had aimed the crossbow at him.
"I don't think we should kill him. For all we know, he could've thought we were raiders. But right now, lets kill the radscorpions."
He turned and started firing at the scorpions.
 
Brad turned on his pistol's red dot sight and deeply concentrated. He certainly didn't want to waste any ammo. He pulled the trigger.

Right in the eyes.

The scorpion began bumbling around, awkwardly swinging it's stinger trying to hit something. He pulled again.

This shot went right into it's brains. The scorpion slumped, defeated.

Immediately after, he turned and looked in shock as Sarge was trying to take down a smaller scorpion single handed. He seemed to be doing a good job dodging the stinger, but he knew there was no way the dog could bite through that exoskeleton. He whistled, and the dog came to his side, with the scorpion in pursuit. He pulled the trigger once more.

The scorpion was no more.
 
Jacob backed away from the dwindling scorpions, content to let GU-DR finish off his share. He grabbed a nearby dead scorpion and dragged it off a little way from the fight. He forcibly inserted his crowbar into the scorpion's carapace and pulled to reveal the innards of the giant arachnid. Jacob did a quick glance around to ensure that none of the remaining scorpions were taking an interest in him, then shoved his hand into the carcass digging for the poison glands within.

Meanwhile, GU-DR continued to set any scorpion that it set it's sights on alight with blazing American justice.
 
Chameleon looked around. "Puh, this it? Sons of bitches, they got nothing on me. Or us. C'mon gang, this another mystery on the case. Hehe, I think I love the sound of my own voice. Anyone else?" He glanced around through his black visor. No-one seemed pleased.
"Suit yourself." He shrugged his shoulders and shot a wounded scorpion dead.
 
Edward saw that the scorpions had all been killed. He turned to the others and said, "Lets keep moving. I think it's best we forget about that other guy. Seems like trouble."
He walked back towards the road, and looked back, waiting for the others to Follow.

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The Eagle watched in the distance. They had taken care of those threats quite well. It would be tough getting to Edward, but luckily he wasn't planning on attacking. Yet. He focused on the man and his robot. He had seen them somewhere before. But where? He had seen the younger man with the dog as well. He could remember finding the dog had involved Radscorpions as well, but that was further west from here. He saw a third man he remembered. Tom, was that his name? He pulled a box out of his trouser pocket. He looked down at it. The box was cardboard and had the large bold letters 'Fixer' on the front. The doctor he had talked to said to take the pills in this if he wanted to remember. Should he take them? After a few seconds of thinking about it, he put the box back inside his pocket. Memories could wait. The Mission couldn't.
 
"Rightyo old man. Seems like a degenerated psycho if you ask me. Damn, guys like that freak me out. Always talking and talkin', you know anyone like that Jakey?"
 
"I have a few names that come to mind." Jacob replied deadpan, and pulled his hand out of the dead scorpion. "A couple of them are still alive too." he finished, and gave the poison gland to GU-DR which quickly stored it away. Jacob walked past Chameleon and followed Edward back to the road.
 
"If I had wanted them dead I would have gotten to them on my way through when I was heading to California. The one's that are still alive may be willing to give me a hand on the return trip, with one exception." Jacob thought for a moment before continuing. "If only I had seen that Centurion while passing through Legion territory again. I would have liked to have gotten payment for a debt owed, if you catch my drift. But that's not likely to happen now that I've left them far behind." Jacob shrugged. "Something tells me the Legion isn't long for the world anyway.". The presence of the Legion was a development that he intended to relay back to the Enclave outpost upon his return to Chicago. When he had left, the only major nation that the outpost had been aware of was the NCR so he planned to change that lack of information upon his return. He had ranged very far, no one could say he had failed in his mission from a lack of effort.
 
"Yeah, people like those in the Legion never last too long. Folks just hate it when factions or leaders try to impose their will on the wasteland, or start killing people, and before long they start fighting back. I can think of one person in particular who had this mindset."
Edward thought about the Tribal for a second. He had never seen the man, but he knew who he was and what he had done. He looked sad for a second, before continuing to walk down the road with the group.
 
Jacob nodded. "Yeah, it sounds an awful lot like the events that led up to the Second World War with the... I think it was the Germans? I guess it doesn't really matter now though. I don't think any of the old world countries survived the Great War anyway. Or were you referring to something more recent?" Jacob asked the older man, genuinely interested.
 
"I see you know your pre-war history, that's rare. But yes, I was referring to somebody more recent. A tribal, in fact, but you'd be too young to know anything about him.", Edward replied.
 
"A tribal? I used to have one following me. But he was kinda a pisshead. Kept chanting all the way through our journey like one of those damn advertisements. Had to send him to his maker. Messy stuff mind you; especially when he threw spears at me: those took hours to get out, " then in reply to Jacob'facts, "I was in the world war. Those damn germans always had it coming to them. POP that one! POP this one! CAP 'em all. Npt hard too, then the Fallout came and all was lost to the world. Now we're here, scumming away our useless lives with tribals and vault dwellers. Y'all know the vault dweller right? He's sommit' of a legacy right? Met him once, then shot him to the knee. Guys like that always seem tougher to kill. It's like he's some man character of a story or something. A protagonist if you will. Heh? Whats da matta?" Noticing everyone's bewildered expressions, he continued walking ad humming his own little theme tune.
 
Jacob looked at Chameleon. "I'd be willing to accept that you were born before the Great War Chameleon. I've met a ghoul who was old enough, and the possibility is still there with you I suppose. However the Second World war ended over 130 years before the bombs fell. I have my doubts." Jacob finished. He turned to Edward. "I can't say I would know your tribal Mr. White. Though I don't know a lot about what's happened outside of the former Midwest." Jacob lied. He knew exactly who Edward had been referring to, the tribal who blew up the Enclave oil rig. It was a humiliating blow to the technologically advanced shadow government.
 
OOC: I'm going to post as if Jacob was talking to edward, as having David White in the post was probably just a mistake.

Edward looked at Chameleon with a frown. "Son, I think you're delusional", He said. "Not only do claim you managed to injure the Vault Dweller, who destroyed the Super Mutant Army on his own, if the tales are to be believed, but you claim you fought in the second world war, which ended 130 years before the Apocalypse, like Jacob said."
 
Chameleon turned to Edward.
"Shucks Coach! Perhaps I never met the dweller, or perhaps I did. I can't remember evrything. Half in my head is memories, the other; figments of insanity. But I do know that what I am; I was there at the second world war. Peh! I'm old enough to have had your great great great great grandma as my personal bitch. Perhaps even greater. But hey! Who claimed I was a ghoul? Sure, my voice is a bit raspy, and I am old. But if I were a ghoul; would I need to wear this gear? They're ugly motherfeckers, but hey! That's not me. Believe me, my life's a riddle; even to I. Sooo, think I'm still dellusional? Wait, don't answer that." And from there, he stretched out his neck muscles and squatted down to rip off one of the radscorpions legs as a trophy.
 
"Misdirection usually works best when someone is actually interrogating you Chameleon." Jacob said, then turned back to Edward. "Shall we continue on and get you where you need to go?" Jacob asked, eager to get moving again.
 
Edward nodded at Jacob, and kept on walking. He didn't feel like talking anymore.

OOC: This is badly written, but I am exhausted, and it dosen't need much detail anyway.
 
As Gregory White reached the top of another craggy rock formation he wondered, "Could those town people have given me bad information? I'm sure that merchant said they left town in this direction, I should of caught up to them by now, could he have been lying?"
The Readius in his pocket sputtered to life.
"Eve: Remember Greg everybody lies."
"Ya, well it doesn't matter cause no one ever listens."
The doctor took his binoculars from his bag and surveyed the distant dry landscape. Up ahead he could make out a band of figures traveling together through the heat waves that danced above the desert landscape.
"Hey, I think I finally found them. Let's hope the job is still available seeing as I missed the rendezvous time, but can they hardly blame me. They didn't exactly give a guy much notice."
Greg took a swig from his trusty canteen and set off towards the figures in the distance, hopefully these would be the people he was looking for along with this mysterious client.
 
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