Fallout- Old Glory

Edward looked around, keeping an eye out for any threats. He looked behind him and saw a person walking towards them. He said to the others, "There seems to be somebody following us, lets wait and see what they want."
The group stops, and Edward shouts at the person saying,"Hello out there! Do you have business with us?"
 
Jacob eyed the person approaching the group. He slipped off to the side and spoke under his breath to GU-DR. "Keep an eye on four-eyes there, if he goes for a weapon, shoot him." The Mr. Gutsy made an affirmative motion and subtly readied it's weapons. Jacob circled back around to face the newcomer, keeping his right hand near his pistol.
 
Arianna Lahar sighed, gazing into the seemingly endless hills and desert sands surrounding her. She had to face it--she'd become lost. Ari's labcoat, dirt and bloodstained, gleamed in the setting sun, and her glittering emerald eyes sparkled like polished gemstones in the light. She was stunned with disbelief--all this wandering, and she had absolutely no idea where the nearest town was. This would only bother her for a few moments, however, as all hell was just about to break loose.

Plasma rifle slung across her back, along with a small pack where she carried her few possessions, she turned away from the setting sun, and began to walk towards a rather large sand-covered hill. It was then she heard the buzzing behind her. Arianna turned slowly, a frown crossing her beautiful face. Brows furrowing, she stopped moving, listening intently--and there it was again: a low hum that sounded like a colony of bloatflies all mashed together. There was something ominus about the sound, and they came from beyond a much smaller hill about 20 feet away.

Arianna yanked her plasma rifle from her back, the shoulder strap firm around her neck. Heart pounding, she swallowed, gripping the stock of the energy weapon, finger on the trigger. She didn't know what to expect, but years of wandering the wastelands had taught her to expect trouble around every turn.

Sure enough, over the hill swarmed a large family of Cazadores; 7 in all. Arianna let out a startled scream, never having seen such creatures before. The winged monsters zoomed towards Arianna, hunger in their beady little eyes. Ari backed away, bringing the rifle to her shoulder, and squeezed the trigger. A plasma blast soared through the air, missing the cazadore she was aiming at completely.

damnit! Arianna thought, fear mounting within her. Normally she was a pretty damn good shot, but these creatures moved too erratically for her; she found it exceedingly difficult to track her targets. Combat never was her strong point, even though she'd learned to shoot. The Enclave had kept her busy as a scientist, NOT a soldier...not like her sister.

Wishing Lianna was with her, yet realizing she couldn't afford to be distracted, she fired off 5 more shots in rapid succession. Only one struck, vaporizing a cazadore on contact. The other six moved with such swiftness, such alarming speed, that Arianna decided fleeing was the better part of valor.

She turned and ran. She stumbled towards the hill to the east, as fast as her boots and dark skirt would allow, which was surprisingly quick. Still, the Cazadore's were much faster, not having to deal with rocks and sand dunes. They quickly closed the distance, and Arianna wasn't halfway up the hill when something large and ugly darted past her head, missing the back of her neck by inches.

The humming was deafening. The fear, nearly unsurmountable. All Enclave initiates, scientist or soldier, are forced to undergo basic training--bootcamp, in other words. Instinct drilled into her by her Sergeants took over, and she flung herself to the side, crashing to the ground; and just in time too. Three cazadores had flown behind her, stingers ready and dripping with venom. All 3 of them plunged their deadly appendages not into Ari's back, but into the sandy hill.

Climbing swiftly to her feet, Ari took advantage of their momentary loss of mobility to rush up the hill as fast as her feet could carry her. 1 flying menace dead, 3 temporarily immobile...that left 3 more to contend with, and they were swarming around her, trying their best to sting her. Pulling her sidearm, a plasma pistol, from her hip, she fired seven shots with amazing speed; the gun was much faster than her rifle, and she managed to singe the wings of the nearest cazadore, causing it to spiral to the ground with an angry buzz.

Not pausing for an instant, Arianna ran down the hill, lost her balance, and began rolling--kicking up dirt and dust as she went. She didn't see the large group of people in the desert several yards away, but she did hear them. Not caring at this point if they were raiders, Brotherhood of Steel, NCR, or even Enclave soldiers come to execute her for treason, Arianna Lahar flung herself to the side dodging a Cazadore's sting, leapt to her feet, and waved her arms in the air trying to be noticed.

"Help me!!!" She screamed in a shrill voice that echoed across the desert.
"Please, somebody help me! These...THINGS are attacking me, I need help!"

Arianna began to run towards the group as fast as she could, long golden hair flapping in the wind behind her. She was nearly out of breath, praying she could make it to the group of people ahead--and was that a Mr. Gutsy??!!! She nearly stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of a robot all the way out here, but remembered she was being chased by what seemed to be the legions of hell itself. The group of people she'd stumbled across were her only hope--and she prayed they would help her.


OOC: Yeah, I changed from nightstalkers to Cazadores...figured it would make more sence for her to have trouble with them instead of something as easy to hit as a Nighstalker.
 
Edward turned to see somebody running towards the group, followed by some cazadores. He sighed, and looked upwards saying,"You really hate me, don't you?", before lifting his rifle and firing at the cazadores. Several thudded into the shell of a single cazadore, but it made no noise to show if it was in pain. Edward signalled for the others to fire, and continued firing his rifle at the cazadores.
 
OOC:
He sighed, and looked upwards saying,"You really hate me, don't you?",
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I LOLd at that line, I just want you to know!



Arianna stopped as one of the men raised a plasma rifle and fired into the group of Cazadore's trailing behind her. Her eyes widened as the green blasts of energy sailed towards her and the flying insects behind her. Not bothering to preserve her self-image, she threw herself to the ground, letting the charges strike the predators. She rolled over on her back, withdrew her pistol once more, and fired into the crowd that had smashed into their little friend who, after being struck by a plasma shot, was probably nice and cooked, ready to eat.

Ari shot a glance over towards the man who'd opened fire on the creatures, and waved her left hand, keeping the right one gripping her weapon.

"Thanks for the assist!!" she called, turning back towards her would-be assassins, scooting back as she continued to shoot.
 
The Eagle watched, as two people came close to the group. One was walking towards them, the other was being chased by some cazadores. He frowned. Should he kill the cazadores. Only he was allowed to kill Edward, and that wasn't going to happen until they arrived at the funeral, along with the others. The Eagle watched and waited to see what would happen.
 
OOC: Vet, I think Edward is using a conventional firearm.

Jacob spun in the direction of the scream, drawing his pistol and looking for the source of the distress. To Jacob's disdain he saw that the situation was worse than he would have liked.

Cazadors.

Jacob had thought he had managed to get away from the abominations after he left the Mojave. They were spreading much faster than he had anticipated. He signed with exasperation and barked new orders at GU-DR. "Change of plans, kill the fucking wasps!"

"Affirmative!" GU-DR exclaimed and charged towards the swarm, letting loose a barrage of plasma as it approached. Jacob meanwhile loaded a new energy cell into his pistol before unleashing his own plasma assault at the mutated insects, doing his best to try and aim for wings to slow them down. One plasma bolt, though it was hard to tell which of the duo it came from, made a direct hit with a cazador wing, and sent it toppling down. Before it had a chance to recover the robot was on it, burning it alive with it's flamethrower. Once the wasp was thoroughly singed the robot turned it's attention back to the other surviving members of the swarm.
 
ooc: Sorry, change that to her diving forwards when she saw him raise his hunting rifle, to avoid getting caught in the crossfire

Arianna watched as the Cazadores were reduced to tiny little bloodspots to be soaked up by the dry desert sand. If she were to be honest with herself, she had to admit that she took some joy from watching the bastards die.

The scientist pulled herself to her feet, dusting her skirt and smoothing out the wrinkles. She didn't bother with the labcoat--it was bloodstained, most of which wasn't hers, so the dirt didn't matter much. Then, she saw the last of the horrid insects creeping over the top of the hill--the one who's wing she burned with her plasma pistol. She tromped towards the hateful thing, put the barel of her pistol right up to it's ugly head, and pulled the trigger. What was once a screetching, crippled cazadore became nothing but a pile of oozing goo. Satisfied, she holstered her weapon.

Arianna turned, facing the group that saved her life. She hoped they weren't going to kill her next--for all she knew, they were a group of raiders. Of course, raiders didn't usually travel with a Mr. Gutsty--most weren't smart enough to reprogram the damn things. Exhaling a sigh of relief that she wasn't being digested in 7 different stomachs right now, she brushed a lock of golden hair from her shimmering green eyes.

"Thanks for that, guys," she said to the group. "You saved my life from those...whatever the hell they are." Ari paused a moment, looking over the motley crew before her.

"Sorry I put all of you in danger," she continued, with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Of course, I had no idea you were here in the first place. If you hadn't been...." Ari's voice trailed off as she left the rest of her sentance unspoken.[/b]
 
Jacob returned his pistol to it's holster before removing his crowbar from it's sling and jogging towards the now dead Cazadors. He briefly spun around to address the group while running backwards. "Dibs!" he called out before spinning back around and reaching the first cazador that was still relatively in tact. He immediately went to work opening up the mutated insect to attempt to retrieve the poison glands inside. While he was working on the first cazador GU-DR began gathering the remaining corpses and dragging them towards Jacob for processing. During a particularly loud crunch Jacob heard the woman who had been being pursued by the cazadors speak. "Lady, you're gonna have to speak up a bit if you want people to hear you." While he said this he made a waving motion towards her, and GU-DR positioned itself between her and Jacob. The robot gave her it's equivalent of a suspicious glare.
 
Arianna frowned slightly when one of the men shouted "dibs" not sure what he was talking about at first. She understood as soon as he began ripping apart the first Cazadore, however. Her nose wrinkled in disgust, and she took a step back, to ensure none of the blood splashed on her bare legs. And then she saw the Mr. Gutsy tactically position itself between her and the man, as if to protect him. No doubt to protect him, she realized.

"I said thanks for the help, and sorry for putting you in danger! Ari said, her voice much louder this time.

And can you please tell your attack dog to back off? I hardly think I'm of any threat to you and your friends. She stared in fascination at the machine that 'stared' at her--she grew up around machines, tinkered with the Enclave robots all the time as a child. SHe couldn't help but envy this man, who *somehow* procured her favorit type of robot.
 
Jacob managed to yank out a poison gland and looked at it with a gleam in his eyes. "Oh the doctors in the area are going to be desperate for these." Jacob said, with a slightly malicious smirk creeping up the corner of his mouth. This time when the woman spoke Jacob was able to hear her. "You're very lucky, you realize that? Cazadors are nasty creatures. I've heard several residents of the Mojave call them flying deathclaws. Not a bad description if they catch you off guard."

"Attack dog?!" GU-DR blurted out, somehow offended.

"Quiet down private, I doubt many people have met a self-aware Mr. Gutsy before." Jacob said as he tossed the desecrated cazador over his shoulder. There were three others that still were in a single piece that would possibly yield more glands. The work went quicker on the others, and in five minutes he had completely gathered everything of value from the wasps, including an egg. He gave the last cazador a swift kick away from him and turned to the woman. "I have to confess I don't really care if you're a threat to most of them. I do care if you could be a threat to the old man." He flipped the switch on his plasma defender and removed it from it's holster. The gun gave the characteristic squeal of a plasma weapon powering up, though he kept it pointed at the ground by his side. Jacob tilted his head forward and looked at the woman above his sunglasses.
 
"Wait, that Gutsy is self aware??!!" Arianna asked, her emerald eyes widening in disbelief. She turned her gaze to the machine, purposfully ignoring the sound of the Plasma Caster powering up. He wouldn't have wasted the ammo to kill the cazadores, if he wanted her dead...he'd have let the damn bugs do the job.

"I'm sorry, I meant no offense, private Gutsy," she said, flashing a smile that brightened her already lovely face significantly. She then turned her attention back to the stranger with the Plasma Caster, her smile not fading. She didn't so much as flinch, nor did she reach for her own weapon.

"That isn't necessary,", she told him, pointing at his gun. "Although, it is a damn nice Caster...very rare too. Oh, My name's Arianna Lahar, by the way. And what did you call those things...Cazadores? I've never seen them before--I thought I was a gonner!"

Arianna stood, arms crossed as a gentle breeze began to blow across the wasteland. She shivered slightly, wondering if he would power down his weapon, and what would happen next.
 
OOC: It's the plasma defender, the Plasma Pistol from the first two Fallouts. Arcade uses one. Just a note, the rarity can still be applied I think.

"My programming was adapted to better suit post-war conditions. Colonel Smith made the adjustments himself. Though he felt it was amusing to leave some remnants of my previous protocols."

"I like being called Colonel, and it's good to know you can't turn on me, even if I don't plan on giving you any reason to." Jacob replied. Then she introduced herself, and Jacob only barely managed to keep his composure. He'd heard of Laher, she was well known as a scientific prodigy on a level Jacob could only dream of being. She was also a defector. But she was a valuable asset for him to acquire and bring back to Chicago if possible. For now at least he'd need to keep his cool and bide his time. He continued on the subject at hand to ensure he wouldn't be under suspicion. "They're something new. No doubt the result of some crazy scientist having too much fun with his or her experiments." At the very least she didn't seem jumpy, as she had kept her weapons holstered. Satisfied in her demeanor he returned the favor and returned his pistol to it's holster on his hip. "Well I won't keep you at a disadvantage. I'm Jacob Smith, and the Mr. Gutsy holds the designation of GU-DR. Now if I may ask, why are you out here alone? Some can pull that off but you don't seem to be one of them."
 
OOC: OH, I misread that--sorry. Change caster to Defender, LOL.

Arianna listened intently to the robot, and was very impressed when it mentioned that Jacob had reprogrammed it--very few could actually manage to reprogram a gutsy, and Ari was one to respect those who could. She was relieved when the man holstered his Defender.


"It's nice to meet you, Jacob, she said, extending her hand I was actually looking for a new place to start rebuilding my lab...preferably near a group of feral ghouls. I've been....experimenting on something. She didn't elaborate any farther--not yet, anyway. She gazed into his eyes, chosing not to take offence by his stating that she shouldn't be out alone. He was right, and she knew it. Survival wasn't her -best- skill, nor was combat...but situations sometimes forced people into situations they weren't exactly prepped for.

I have to hand it to you, Ari continued, I am very impressed--reprograming a Mr. Gutsy correctly, without screwing up its subroutines, that is no small feat. Very nice work, Colonol.
 
OOC: Okay, just a couple notes about Jacob. I had him recognize Laher because with a group that was as small as the Enclave a person achieving such status as to work with FEV at 13 would be something that would be shared and spread around. Jacob is actually from a base in Chicago. He's not as skilled as Laher either, so Laher probably wouldn't recognize his name unless he had done some work on some of her parts and sent them back or something. Until now Jacob probably hasn't even seen a picture Arianna, only heard about her. So just maybe edit the post a little bit. :)
 
ooc:Sorry, I thought you said in the ooc that he was from the East brotherhood--I must've mistaken that, LOL. Post edited.
 
OOC: It's okay, it's David AKA The Eagle who is from the east coast. It's getting hard to keep track of all the Enclave characters.

Jacob took Arianna's hand in his own and shook it. He wished he could say he was surprised that she was continuing experiments on her own. "Feral ghouls are beyond saving. Most ghouls that retain their faculties would agree with me. The best thing is to put them out of their misery. If you want to experiment on them though I'd recommend at least doing so in a town." He smiled when Arianna complimented him on his programming prowess. "It's good to know that some people can appreciate the finer elements of robotics."
 
Ari was in her element now--two techies meeting for the first time. Her face lit up, and she laughed at his statement about ferals being beyond saving.

Actually, I *might* have a cure, she said, eyebrows drawing together in a sudden frown. but I haven't been able to test my syrum yet. As for robots, I am fascinated by them. I prefer Gutsy to Sentry bots, both in programing and function. You can program a gutsy to act as a field medic--try doing that to a Sentry Bot. Why, once I even... Ari stopped short, realizing she was rambling again. She shook her head as she replied:

Ummm...sorry about that, I tend to ramble sometimes. A weakness of us science types.
 
Chameleon had finished gathering trophies when he heard the screams. At fist he wouldn't have bothered but then he saw the attractive scientist rushing down the hill. Code of honour, thougt Chameleon. That's what you said. So he immediately threw his lethal cards at the cazadores and havin struck their vital points, he took his weapons back. Afterwards he noticed the fair woman and Jacob conversng. He decided to engage.
"Well hello miss. I don't suppose you are Enclave either huh? Though judging by combat experience and your attractive demeanour, I doubt it ver much. Saying that though, I would like to introduce myself as Chameleon. Thus my blades; Elizabeth and Jericho. However, you frankly remind me of someone very dearly. You aren't... Nah, never mind." Chameleon was astounded upon himself. Not one of his witty remarks or wisecracks had spilled from his charmed tongue. And why did his head hurt so much and why did his heart flutter like that of the soaring avian? He had never felt so...normal. In so many decades, the dark insanity had plagued his actions and all others around. But this woman, she seemed to calm him down. He knew suddenly that this was a dangerous woman. 'Curse her! She poisons you!' One voice spoke. Chameleon shook the thought off. 'No, I can feel it. Memories... Becoming clearer.' Suddenl he felt dizzy. He stepped away from Ari.
"Damn it all! Why is everything so fuzzy? The memories ar coming back! Who are you woman?! Your oncoming has confused me! I, DAMN IT ALL!" With that, Chameleon ran from the group and into the distance. He would soon return, but he needed the peace. Confusion had cast him distraught. "Damn it all..." He whispered.
 
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