Fallout RP- Systematic Annihilation

The beginnings of a red-letter day

"Rodger that, Dispatch, Kagel out." She said, steping onto the packed dirt, that carpeted the ground. The powerarmor's grips left a large ovular imprint, in the dirt, the impact of her feet, on the ground, assisted by servo-motors, and the heft of the armor. she slung the DSK Carbine over her shoulder, and drew her 10mm H&K MP9 SMG, gripping it loosely. Her eyes fixed on the man standing beside the truck, gripping a handgun.

"Mutie, Ranger - Look at this."

"Yeah - I see it. He's armed." said ramsies.

"Jesus-Christ. Think he knows why we're here?" added ramsies


"I don't know. I don't think any one here even knows about Redding." said kagel

"Well. This is going to be a fun week. Informing an entire town, about rampaging killing machines.. and the fact, that they have about 72 houers, to flea, or fight." said gabe,

"I'm glad that you two decided to stick arround. We'll need all the help we can get."

"These bastards anhilated Redding, There was nothing I could do to help prevent that. I know that I can help save a whole lot of people, by taking up the gun, again." said Gabe.

Ramsies remained silent

"Besides, I'm a little bit eager to take up arms with the brotherhood, once again."

" Great." she said. her eyes still fixed on the truck, and armed man.

"Ramsies- You got a gun?"

"my 1911's." he said.

"Might want to get those ready- Don't want to get caught off your' guard."

"Where's youre gun, gabe?"

"What makes you think I need a gun?"

"Well - He's armed."

"So?"

"Alright, Mutie- It's your funeral"

* * *

On the Navero Launch pad

Two initiates, in Combat armor stood on the tarmac, awaiting their vertibird to be preped. One tall, One short. Both armed. The taller initiate, armed with a FN-FAL, The shorter, armed with a 14mm Pistol.

"So - What happened to redding?" the tall initiate asked the short one.

"Guess the enclave hit it."

"Enclave?"

"Well - Not enclave, but their bioweapons."

"Oh - Shit."

"Yeah."

"So - That's why we're being diverted to The Den?"

"Yeah. "

"At-least I get to kill me' somethin."

"I hear that!"

A third soldier walked up to the two, from behind. This one, clad in Combat armor Mk.II, Armed with a H&K G-36K. This soldier was older, in his late 40's. His face was covered by a thick, grey stubble. The man smelled of Cloves.

"What are you boys Jawin' about?" Asked the older soldier.

The two turned quickly, saluting.

"At Ease. Disregard rank, boys." Said the older man.

"Right. Good morning, senior squire Davis." said the taller one.

"Not to sound rude, but this hardly qualifies as a good morning." said the Senior Squire

"Sir?" said the short initiate

"Well, We're about to go play cow-boys and indians, with enclave bioweapons." said the senior squire

"Cow-boys and Indians?" asked the taller initiate.

"Never-mind." Said the senior squire.

"So - Where's the rest of the squad?" asked the tall initiate.

"Getting suited up." said the senior squire.

"I remember when I was youre age." the squire said to the taller initiate. "Couldn't wait to spill blood. Just wanted to kick ass, and chew bubble gum. My first assignment was to go and clear out a camp of canibles, that threatened a supply route, that was vital to San Fansisco, from the NCR. Boy, I was all piss and viniger. Untill we got there. Turned out that they werent canibles. Just relocated squaters, from Vault 15. A carivan had mistaken the squatters, as a threat. By the time we found out, half of the squatters were dead. Just remember, always ask questions."

"Wow... They didn't tell us that." said the short initiate.

"Yeah. They woudnt." said the squire.


* * *

Outside of New Reno


The old man sat, next to the fire. He smelled of Moonshine, and tobacco.

"What are you doing out hear? Old timer?" asked Jimmy.

"Out where?" said the old man, confused.

"Well - about 17 miles north of new reno." skeeter interjected.

"Woah- I thought I were' in tha' NCR."

"NCR? About- 200 miles That way" Jimmy said, pointing to the south.

"Oh..." He said.

"What's is you two yungin's doin out here?"

"Plotting a Cou-" skeeter said, though was cut off.

"On our way to New Reno" Jimmy said.

"Mighty fine Firepower, you's got there." the old man said, looking at the bozaar, as the sun began to rise.

"Yeah... Thanks, old timer" said jimmy.

* * *

In Broken Hills


The three groups had made their way through the town, going door to door, house to house, looking for any signs of life, finding nothing. Dulton's team had made it through the traps layed by the broken hill's town folk, to north side of town. They found nothing, but blood, and spent casings.

"We're too late" dulton said, looking at the gore.

Ryan's team had worked its way to the resedential district, meeting no resistance.
 
James looked at the group that just emerged from the plane. James lowered his gun then slipped in back into his waistband, looking to Gabe, "Wassup cousin?" He smirked then walked to the back of the truck, which was facing the plane. "Well, I brought pretty much everything I could fit.

James opened the back of the truck, showing the arsenal he had brought. He pulled out a towel and wiped as much dust as he could off of himself. He turned toward Gabe. "Know who this is?" James motioned toward Pete. James then pulled the red and white pack of cigarettes from his pocket, along with a blue Bic lighter. He sparked the lighter then held the flame to the tip of the cigarette. He pulled the lighter away, a flame staying on the tip of the cigarette for a split second before extinguishing, smoke now rising from the burning tip of the cigarette.
 
"Fraust?" Said gabe- Puzzled.
"Pretty far from Spokane. Did you come down hear to take advantage of the general chaos?" The mutie said, looking at the arms dealing albino. "D' you come down here to make a quick buck?"

"You know this guy?" the ranger said, to the mutant quietly.

"Yeah - An arms dealing Albino, from up north." said gabe

"Arms dealer?" asked Kagel.

"Antique arms dealer." said gabe.

"Well - Don't burn any bridges, his weapons will be in hign demand, real' fast."
 
Jex stood at the front of the newly formed Super Mutant Division of Vault City. he smiled at the irony that about 30 years ago mutants and ghouls were shot on site at Vault city and now it was being run and defended by them. he saw alot of the newly formed muties still getting used to there bodys. alot of them forgot what sterngh they had snapping there iron poles and such with a perplexed look on there face. he knew the fight ahead would be though the toughest fight of there lifes. no was the time to prove themselves to prove there worth to the world. Jex was interrupted mid thought. it was an hour before the Enclave was meant to get though the huge steal doors of the Vault. A massive explosion sounded rocking the floor, there was muffled screams of pain. Jex was slightly shocked they had gotten through but was happy. his wait was over and now it was time to inflict pain on his tortures.

the mutans all hand strips of rubber wrapped around there foot to stop them getting fried when the stepped into the upper vault.

Jex shouted: "come on boy's this is our chance to shine. to kill the scum of the earth!!!" he raised he sledge hammer in the air and charged into the lift. followed by 20 others. the lift would make runs up and down delivering reinforcements. the lift stoped with a jolt at the top floor. the doors slowly and silently slid open as if they weren't away of the urgency. the doors stoped with a clunk and 20 super mutantsd rushed out screaming and shouting profanitys at the Enclave. they had taken most of the enclave by surprise as they smashed there way trough the ranks of enclave facing the other elevator. as soon as they reached the middle of the Shinobe they dug in swinging there melee weapons wialdly ion the3 air. catching the the Shinobe on the feet sending them spining out of control smashing into the walls of the huge vault entance. the remaining Enclave force outside the vault quickly realised what was happening and began to open fire. bullets, plasma and laser beams alike riped into the crowed dowing 3 mutans but mot of the damage the other shruged off. the shooting was quickly stoped though to the surprise of the mutants. the fire was also hitting the Shinobe units causing alot more damge to them than the Mutants. the elevator clunked again and another 20 mutants rushed into the fray. the hall was filling up and fast.

the remaning Enlcave force was given the order to charge. a few looked at each other in shock how were they supposed to bring them beasts down in hand to hand. but most just followed the order mindlessly. the whole front line of the rushing force was stoped dead in its tracks. they fell to the floor lifeless sparks flying off there power armour. the second wave triped over the first line of dead to be killed in the same way. bodys were piling up at the entrance creating a barrier and cover for the mutants inside the vault. sparks were flying every were whizzing into the nearest suite of power armour killing them instantly. the plan had worked. the best units remaining were being torn apart by super mutants and the bulk of the force was trapped outside because of the electrified floor. the lift clunked yet again as the last remaining 20 mutants rushed out into the chaotic scene.
 
James smirked, reaching into the back of the truck. "I got a new toy. Not for sale, but you might like it." James pulled out a metal case, 3.5 by 2 by 1.5 feet, then set it on the ground. He opened it up, then withdrew the contents. A minigun. 12 barrels in two seperate rings of 6, with 3 nozzles coming from under the gun under the length of the barrels. The gun also appeared to have a gas tank, intake, and exhaust. All the parts that weren't exposed to super-high heat were carbon fiber. "Only 75 pounds. Pretty good for over 25 hundred rounds a minute."

James replaced the weapon in the case then closed the case.

"So yeah. It would be nice to make a few extra bucks. Besides, there isn't enough shit to kill in Spokane anymore." James slid the metal case into the truck then closed the back doors.

"So, when is this going down?...And where's the hot womens at?"
 
The beginnings of a red letter day

"Well fraust, You'd fit in well, in the Den. Everyone seems to be out for Coin." Said gabe, walking twards the Black Humvwe. The paliden, and ranger fallowed. "Brotherhood intel gives an ETA for the redemption of aproxamatly 72 houers" Said Kagel.



Behind the truck, Pete was crouched, playing with small insects, holding the plate above the ground. One of the small insects bit Pete. He stood quickly, flailing his hand. He turned, seeing the Mutant, Paliden, and Ranger. The ridged fetures of the three startled the simpleton, Having not seen a supermutant but a hand full of time, and only seeing Power Armor twice in his life, nevermind the two together. "Uhh - Hi there!" he said nerviously, forcing his usuall slack jawed grin.

"Hello" Gabe said to the Simpelton.

Pete nearly jumped ouf of his skin, when the mutant replied.
 
Blown Away

Halle Richter had a good view of the area from her vertibird, but she couldn't see inside the tunnel. The troops had formed up near the entrance to rush into the Vault, but as soon as the door had been breached there had been a massive explosion. The members of Easy Company nearest the door had been incinerated as it blew outwards. Those who had survived were still badly wounded, and their powerful weapons had been reduced to hunks of useless, twisted metal. The fireball had roared out of the tunnel and spewed flame into the soldiers assembled in front of it. And then the super mutants came.

Rex almost couldn't believe his eyes when he saw them. "Super mutants!" he roared. "But how? Our spies would have reported seeing them...of course! They must have FEV down there. Those mutants are freshly dipped!" When his troops charged in to meet them in battle, they jerked around crazily on the metal floor and then fell. "The floor's electrified! Pulse grenade!" One of the Shinobi lobbed a pulse grenade down the tunnel. When it went off, the electrified floor shorted out. Rex nodded in approval, but his soldiers were still in trouble. Still, he knew very well how his kind fought. "Keep your distance! Don't let them close with you and use their immense strength. Use your long range weapons and make them come to you! They can't have much ammo left, and they're outgunned."

Rex fired his Hammer, the only working one his forces had left, killing one mutant with a single shot and then another. Richter also fired her vertibird's cannons into the mass of mutants. Though the Enclave was starting to thin their ranks, the last batch of super mutants arrived. The orange-skinned mutant leading them charged, the others close behind. "It's clobberin' time!" he bellowed, waving his Super Sledge.

Deep below in the Vault's command center, Harold and Valerie watched the battle with concern. "They weren't supposed to get in so soon!" said Harold. "Our mutants are doing a good job, but I don't know if they can hold off the Enclave by themselves. Get the Steel Knights up there, finish the evacuation of the living quarters, and finish rigging the elevator shaft."

"Yes, First Citizen!" said Valerie, running off towards the elevator.

The explosion had been powerful enough to shake the ground, and the tremor could even be felt from within the caves beneath the Vault. "That must have been the welcome mat!" said Eldon. "They got through the Vault door faster than we thought they would."

"Then we better make tracks, fast," said Amy. "If the Vault falls and they find our escape route, they could come up behind us."

"Yes," said Stark, "and the sooner we get out of this hole, the sooner we can find Rachel."
 
Beginnings of a red letter day : Outpost Fore-Runner

Forward Staging base, somewhere between New Reno, and the old underground Raiders Base of operations.

The forward stageing base consisted of an old house, surrounded by chain link fince. Behind the fince, were three concrete slabs. On each slab (approx 10x10 squares) lay a Vertichick. The old galvinized steel shack has a 35 foot tall radio tower, on its left flank, a fusion battery rack, that provided the house, and tower with power, and on the right side of the building, an old Freon cooling unit. This outpost was manned by a garrison of 10 Brotherhood. Behind the house, near the slabs, was a fuel tank, that contained enough fule to support the Verti-chicks, for any operations they may need to undertake.

Four sweaty brotherhood troops, three of which were pilots, listening to the radio chatter between the assault team, and Navaro Dispatch. The sweaty recrutes were all united by their un-ease. Both for the loss of redding, the impending assault on the Den, and the threat to navaro.

"Man - I don't know whats worse... Hearin' about it, or knowin' that ya' can't do shit about it." said the pilot of asain descent.

"Well Fuck me! Foo wan'ts to fight!" yelled the soldier. He was caucasain - He had the profile of a rough one, and a jagged face. He spoke with a heavy southern drawl. No one knew if this was for real, or just a front.

"Easy farm boy." said the older of the four. he sat in a wooden chair, infront of the transistor radio. "Theo might just tare you a new one."

"Is.. There anything we can do?" asked the fourth, easly the youngest of the outpost, somewhere arround 18. He was of hispanic descent, He was the third pilot.

"I... I don't think so" said the older one.

"But- Sir!" said Farm Boy . "What the fuck are we doin' here? I mean - The enemy is to the north! Lets go huntin!"

"He's right, Sir!" said Theo, perking up. "The enemies to the North! Lets go huntin!" he echoed Farm boy

"Alright-Alright... I can buzz Dispatch... See if they can't pull some strings, in Navaro."

"Right.. Right- Right." said Theo.

The older high ranking member of the garrison picked up the Squawk, and depressed the talk button, on the side of the reciever.

"Outpost Fore-runner to Navaro Dispatch - Requesting a force deversion of our air-power to The Den, to Fly combat Sorte's! I say again - Three chicks, on their pads, Fueld and Armed!"
 
"Alright men, on three. One...Two...Three..." James and five other men lifted up one of the gutted cars from the junk yard. "A little bit more..." The car was then placed atop two others, now half of the 9 foot tall wall finished.

"Alright, take 10 then we'll get some more."
The men dispersed to the closet pub and James hopped onto the hood of his car. He lied down on his dress shirt which was already on the roof of the car.

James sighed and closed his eyes, taking off his glasses, then lit a cigarette.

"Hello?"

James looked over, seeing a man adressing him James turned his head straight,
"Yes?"

"I heard you have firearms for sale."

"Check the back, don't steal anything."

There was the sounds of a door opening, then the man returned, holding a Calico Submachinegun. James looked for a moment. "150."

There was about 3 minutes of the man counting his money, then he placed it next to James atop the truck, James spoke, "If you need any ammo just come back. Due to the current circumstance I won't charge."

James ashed his cigarette off the side of the truck. He knew that soon, he would be busy. But that was alright. Better than waiting.
 
The beginnings of a red letter day : Street; Tarmac troopers

in the den

Kagel lead on, the mutant, and ranger fell in step. Stephan remained in the vertibird, with Charley, Lathow, Schrike, and Watters.

"I take it you know that man?" said kagel, gripping the SMG. Those in the streets of the Den cleared a path, for the brotherhood paliden, supermutant, and ranger. The ranger had both of his 1911's drawln.

"James Fraust. Met this guy up in Spokaine. Not much can be said, except that He's an antique arms dealer. I don't think he's down here for anything, beyond the reason of profet."

"Rubber raft salesmen make killings on sinking ships." said the Ranger


"nothing good can be said about those that extort people in crisis." said gabe.

"Well.. Someone dosent think too highly of weapons salesment" saud the ranger.

"I may need to take a look at his selection, myself." said the paliden.

As the party walked through the streets, a hand full of the citizens began to fallow the three. Faint whispers about the party were audiable, by the mutant, paliden, and ranger.

The party fallowed the old derilicked paved roads, into south town. The fallowers hung with the party moving through the streets, the whispers didn't stop.

* * *

On the Tarmac, Navaro

The short soldier, and tall soldier, and higher ranking officer stopped speaking. There was an akward silence between the three- though this was cut off, by the noise created by a Vertibird's twin rotors winding up.

"How long 'till we lift off?!" the shorter initiate asked, yelling over the rotor's of the lifting vertibird.

"Thirty-Minutes!" yelled the higher ranking officer. "We're prepping now! Two sechedualed ahead of us!" he yelled, his arms cradeling his G-36K.

"Thirty Minutes! Got-Cha!" the short initiate responded- yelling over the noise.

"Is it True?!" the taller initiate asked the high ranking officer

"What?!" the officer resonded

"That Redding's gone!" yelled the taller of the initiate, gripping the wooden handle of the FN-FAL

"Yeah! Redding's Gone!" the officer yelled.

A fourth brotherhood trooper joined the party. This one was the pilot. He was clad in a brotherhood flight suit. Strepped to his leg was a holester- in the holester, was a 10mm Automatic. He had a SMG swinging from his shoulder- a M3 Greese Gun.

"Hows it Hangin' Fellas?!" asked the Pilot, yelling over the vertibird.

"Mornin' Jake!" yelled the high ranking officer, as the two initiates saluted

"You two know damn well.. Rank aint an issue!"

"Yeah - Yeah, Jake! The day we disregard rank, right off the git'- we get nailed by the brass!" yelled the shorter initiate.

"Anyway's - Our tarmac crew - In their inifinate wisdom, and efficentcey - Pushed us back an estimated 10 minutes! This means a good houer!" Yelled the Pilot

"You've gotta be kiddin' Me!" yelled the higher ranking officer.

"No Joke! Our boys ain't staffed right to launch this fast!" Yelled the Pilot

"Well - By the way things are lookin' Their gonna learn real fast!" Yelled the higher ranking officer.

"Wha'ddya Mean?!" shouted the short initiate

"We're flyin' Sortie's non stop for a good 72 Houers! Not much pause between each re-fule, and re-arm on this field!" Yelled jake the pilot.

"Shee-it! Luckey sunn'uva Bitch!" yelled the short initiate

"Easy fer' you to say! You ain't on your toes for the next 72+ Houers!"

"I don't think anyone's gettin any sleep, in the next 72 houers, Jake" said the high ranking officer.

"Don't you pilots pop Mentats in that situation?!" asked the taller initiate.

"They get the job done, I suppose!" yelled Jake.

a fith soldier approached the four on the Tarmac.

This one was brotherhood only by birth right. His I.Q. hovered in the mid 70's... Though what he didn't have in mental strength, he made up for in brute strength. He was clad in Brotherhood Combat armor, the helmat hung low on his forehead, incroaching on his vision. the initiate did'nt pay much attention while suting up. Cradled in his arms, was a BOS Super Sledge. he had a Pouncer Jackhammer slung over his shoulder.

"Hey Danny, Hows it goin' " asked the high ranking initiate

"Goin'?" he asked - with a blank expression on his face.

"How are you this morning?"

"Okay!" he said.

"Where 'we goin' Jake?" asked Danny.

"The Den."

"Where' that?" asked Danny.

"Up North."

"Oh... Ok- " danny said, with a blank expression on his face.

At that, another soldier joined the Group. this one, a heavy gunner. This man was a wide framed guy, Clad in combat armor. Both of his hands were wrapped tightly to the minigun, the right hand on the metalic kick bar, supporting the weight of the weapon, and the left hand on the weapon's grip, the trigger covered by a red cap. This was the weapons "Safty." The avenger minigun was'nt armed, the power not connected, though the ammo hopper was full.

"Hey guys." the gunner said

"Hows it hangin' Darryl?" asked Jake.

"It's hangin' . What's the wait time?"

"Was 30 minutes - they slapped on an extera estimated 10 minutes!" yelled Jake- as the vertibird began to lift off, the twin engines pulling the craft's weigh off of the tarmac.

"Well Shit! Guess that means another Houer!" said Darryl.

"Funny thing- I said the same damn thing!" yelled Jake.
 
Extreme Dispatch; Mutants Amok

Junior Knight Julie Staley called back the outpost after speaking with Lord Paladin Jackson and getting his approval. "Outpost Fore-runner," she said, "this is Navarro dispatch. Bring your chicks on down any time you're ready. And thanks! We need all the help we can get. Over." Don't have any idea how we'll juggle it all, though, she thought. Navarro could only accommodate so many aircraft at once. Birds were coming in, birds were going out, and a bunch of them had to wait a while in a holding pattern or on the tarmac. It was a crazy day, and it was only going to get worse as the week wore on. And once the Enclave attacked, it would get downright ugly.

Julie yawned and stretched, exhausted by her efforts. Her second shift still had several hours left to go. Once it was over, though, she was guaranteed 32 hours off shift. The first thing she was going to do was get some sleep, and then she'd take a nice, long shower and eat a hearty meal. After that - combat simulations. She was going to need as much practice as possible. The real thing was coming all too soon.

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Rex and the Shinobi took to the air above the ruins of Vault City, out of reach of the super mutants' melee weapons. They took shots at the lumbering hulks with impunity. The Enclave's remaining ground forces weren't so lucky. The orange mutant swung his Super Sledge, cracking bones with every blow. One Enclave soldier's head was knocked clean off.

"Yeah!" said one of the mutants in his squad. "Good hit, Grimmy!"

"Thanks," he replied. The ground troops in Advanced Power Armor retreated from the onslaught, but the mutants pursuing them were vulnerable to attack from above, and a few of them fell. "We can't keep this up for long. Jex, maybe we should fall back into the Vault and make them come down to the ground and chase us."

The elevator arrived on the Vault's ground floor, and Garret led the Brotherhood's forces out. Valerie remained in the elevator and began setting up the explosive charges. If the Enclave got this far, they were going to be in a world of hurt.
 
Red Letter day: Tarmac Troopers; Streets; Outpost Forerunner

The vertibird began to propell its self, heading North, North east, the troop filled aircraft picking up speed quickly, The tarmac became quiet fast. The fading noise of the vertibird's engines dissapeared into the distance, revealing the shouts of the ground crue, the sound of pnumatic drill's, and the conversation held be soldiers that gathered on the tarmac.

A seventh trooper approached the growing group. This one was clad in a brown guilie suite, constructed of flora that was found in the wasteland. His face was panted brown, hiding his eye color.

"Hey Jay - Hows it hangin?" asked Jake the pilot.

" Fine... Hows it goin' Zoomie?" Asked the Scout Sniper

"Didn't think you we're going with us." said the pilot.

" I'm takin' an overwatch position on the bluffs, to the south-east of the Den.

"Oh Shit, Jay - You have fun with that." Said the short initiate

"Hey robbie, You just wish that you could score kills from any-where up-to and including 2 miles!" Said the sniper.

"You have fun baking for three days." said robbie, the short initiate.

"Have fun out front with the grunts" Said the sniper, with a smirk

Jay took the vanvase bag off of his shoulder, it was about 4 foot long, by 4 inches wide, by 2 inches thick. He unzipped the beg, withdralwing a Bozaar.

"Have fun with you're pea shooters." said the sniper.

The short initiate began to chuckle

"Alright, butter-bar - Cool it." Said the high ranking officer.

"Hey Darryl" said Jay.

"You ever use that gun on anything movin?" asked the sniper.

"Rats... Rats and Geckos" said the gunner.

"Wow.. Dangerous game, there - Dangerous game." said the cockey sniper.

"What was the last thing you shot, Jay?" asked the tall initiate

"Fuckin' Raider. Center of mass. One shot- One Kill" Said the sniper.

"Ok sniper- I'll take you're word on that." said the older officer.

"Maby we'll get some shot's off, mid air." said Jake.

"Yeah - I hear Team Scimitar got some lead out, while En Route to the Den."

* * *

In the Streets of the Den.

"Watch you're back" Ramsies whispered, looking over his shoulder, seeing a hand full of ganger's fallowing them, all of which were armed, with sticks, knifes, and pistols.

"Yeah - I saw them. Hey - Paliden - Whats the call?" whispered the Mutant

"They don't look like they want to be friends..."

"You two keep on going- I'll deal with the ganger's." said the ranger - He turned quickly- both .45's aimed in tandem, at the group that was fallowing the paliden, and mutant.

The mutant quickly turned, standing behind the Ranger. Kagel fallowed the examble- holding the SMG at hip level, aiming it in the general direction of the gangers.

"Well Hi, Fellas." said the mutant.

The armed civilians stopped in their tracks.

"You.. You brotherhood think you're scrapping our town for spair parts! I know what this is all about!" said the leader of the citizens group.

"Sould we tell them?" asked Gabe.

"Not yet." she said.

"You boys go on home. No blood needs to spill" said the mutant,

"This.. This ain't over." said the leader "Come on guys- Let's go get a beer..." he said, as they turned- and headed for the bar.

The party turned- and contiued through the streets - turneing into an allie-way, fallowing the allie through the narrow street, to the brotherhood bunker intrance.

* * *

Outpost Fore Runner

"Hell yeah!" shouted the farm boy.

"Looks like we're going to the Den" said the officer.

"Yeah. I would have wrather been there for Vault City." said Theo.

"Suit up guys! Lets get rolling!" said the young pilot.

" Alright - Alright - Let's get loaded out, and suited up! "

All four seemed to jump up at once, and headed for the Armory.
 
James wiped the sweat off his forehead, then stepped back, looking at the other five men. "Nice work. This should keep them out...Long enough." James turned and walked to the truck, while the other men looked at eachother questioning the "Long enough" part of James' sentence. James disconnected the chains used for towing the cars for the wall then tossed the chains into the back. He started the truck then began driving. He exited the opposite side of the town. He threw the wheel around, the truck sliding 180 degrees. He began going forward, then turned, making his way around the city. He then turned, then began going straight, toward the approaching horde.

He was driving for approximately 2 hours before he stopped the vehicle. He stopped the vehicle then stepped out, grabbing a metal briefcase from the backseat. He jumped then pulled himself up to the top of the vehicle. He opened the suitcase then attatched the barrel to the rest of the Magnum Research MLR-1722 rifle, and attatched a scope and bipod. He place the legs of the bipod on the roof of the truck then took a prone position. He took aim at an infected then fired. A spray of blood as the round penetrated its target's eye and exited the back of it's head. He repeated this process 9 times, until the magazine was spent. He lowered his view, not quite noticing the movement of the horde. He pressed the magazine released the reloaded the magazine, pressed the magazine back into the gun. He took sight agian, then spoke. "...Fuck..." He lowered the rifle and stood up. He jumped down and placed the gun and case in the backseat. A large majority of the horde was running, in his general direction. He jumped into the driver's seat then turned the key. The truck did it's usually sputter as the bio-diesel struggled to ignite. He looked out the windshield. He had about 200 yards between him and the horde. He turned the key agian. No success. One last try. The truck started, spewing black smoke from it's exhaust pipe for a moment, then began running clean. He shifted the car into reverse then pressed a button on the dash. The back windows slid outward about 2 inches then slid down, covering the back wheels. A large minigun then folded out of the windows. Very similar to his minigun, except larger, and 3 sets of barrels. He pressed the gas. His vision was obstructed by dust in front of his car from the front wheels spinning, then the car began to reverse. He saw the horde emerge from behind the dust. "They run fast..." He then pressed a button on the gearshift, the miniguns started their gas motors then began to spin. An infected jumped, on a straight course for the truck, then fell to the ground in three pieces, torn apart from the firing rate of the weapon. In the next 5 seconds, 20 more infected fell. James whipped the truck around then began speeding toward the den. The miniguns folded back into the truck and the back windows took their original position. He looked into his mirror, the horde was slowing down. "...Close one..." James lit a cigarette then sighed. He turned on the stereo, and the windows began to shake slightly.
 
Femme Fatale

Jen followed the trail that left New Reno to the south, heading for NCR. It was still early morning, the sun just above the horizon on her left. In her backpack she carried many of the tools of her trade: explosives, poison, garottes, and various types of ammunition. She didn't want to wait for the next caravan, so she traveled alone. She preferred it that way, anyhow.

The facts that Jen was by herself and looked rather unassuming were probably what made her such a tempting target for the band of four raiders that lurked off the trail. Two of them went ahead of her while the other two crept up from behind. As she walked through Reno's suburban ruins not far from Golgotha, they jumped out from behind the crumbling walls and surrounded her, weapons at the ready.

"That's far enough," said the lead raider, a tall man in leather armor toting a combat shotgun. "Hand over your valuables and you won't get hurt."

"I have a counteroffer," said Jen. "Walk away now and I'll let you live."

The raiders guffawed at her brazenness. "Just cough up the goods, sister," said the female raider beside the leader. "This ain't no laughing matter." She raised her .44 revolver menacingly and pulled back the hammer.

"Better do as she says," said the leader, approaching Jen. "If not, we'll kill you and take what we want anyway. That would be a real pity. I like you better warm and still breathing."

"Take another step and you die," said Jen.

"Yeah, right." The bandit walked right up to her. To his utter shock, she whipped out a combat knife from the folds of her clothing and drew it across his throat. She yanked the combat shotgun from his dying hands and turned it on the other woman, shredding her with a burst of buckshot. Then she rolled behind a broken wall as the other two raiders opened up with their guns, the bullets stitching the dirt and the wall behind which Jen had taken cover.

Jen withdew a plasma grenade from her belt, pulled the pin, and lobbed the grenade over the wall using her excellent hearing to pinpoint the robbers' location. It landed right between them, frying them both in an instant. They didn't even have time to scream.

The entire battle had taken no more than ten seconds. Jen emerged from behind the wall and systematically looted the bodies of everything of value, then continued on her way as if nothing had happened.
 
James scanned the 7 men before him, brandishing shotguns and assault rifles. James reached into his pocket, making all the men ready their firearms even more. James pulled out a silver and red pack of cigarettes and his lighter, lit one of the short cigarettes, then replaced both objects back into his pocket. Then one of the men spoke.

"We know why you're here."

Two jets of white smoke came from James' nose as he exhaled the drag from his cigarette. The leader of the gang continued speaking as he received no response from James.

"Word around town is that you're an Enclave spy. The last thing we need is an enclave attack, especially with a horde of Redemption due to be here in less than two days. But you probably don't care about that. Like the rest of the Enclave. The less of us there are around the better. I say you leave you wares and leave."

A smirk crossed James' face. "And what if I don't?"

"Then we'll kill you and take them."

"I'm not afraid to die."

"Then that just makes things alot easier for us."

James looked to the ground, placing the cigarette in his mouth.

"Try if you want."

There was a short burst of fire, each round missing off target, as James moved slightly, but just enough to make his assailaints' aim off of James. James quickly grabbed a length of rope from the ground then threw it towards one of the gangsters, holding onto it with his right hand still. The rope made a small spiral around it's target's left hand, then tightened as James pulled back. The gangster was effectively lifted off his feet and towards James. James grabbed the man's Heckler and Koch 416 rifle as the man flew by, then James fired a short burst of 6 rounds, making the gang's weapons be jetisonned from their hands. James ashed his cigarette. James spoke agian.

"Now, let me clarify. I said I'm not afraid to die. But I didn't say that I did want to die. Also, if I wanted, you all would be bodies right now. And I wouldn't need a gun to do that."

James looked behind him at the gansgter he tossed using the rope.

"In fact, I wouldn't need anything but my bare hands. Now, taking that into consideration, I would suggest you move along."

The leader looked at James for a moment, then spoke one word.

"Luck."

"Let me also remind you that you're all unarmed, and all of your weapons have a 5.56 by 45 millimeter round jammed in the chamber of your guns. And round you attempt to fire would destroy the gun, and possibly your hands."

One of the gangsters looked behind himself, then spoke to the rest of the posse. "...He's right."

James exhaled another drag of his cigarette,

"And what if I'm from the Enclave? There isn't much anyone in this town can do about it. Save the soliders of the brotherhood, and they know how important my wares are to this town. And I know what you're thinking. And I can tell you this. You won't really know until it's needed. And if you do see, it would be best to get away the fastest that you can. Oh, one more thing."

James raised the firearm in his grip to the 6 men.
"5 seconds....5...4...3..."

By the time James got to 2, all the men had disappeared from his sight. James threw the firearm over his shoulder, hearing two words, "Fucking dyke!" James sighed, dropping his cigarette on the ground.

"Walk it off. At least you still have that gun."
 
OOC: Sorry guys- Haven't been available for the last few days.

IC

Brotherhood Bunker, The Den

In the depths of the bunker, that lay 50+ feet underground. The garrison, paladin, Mutant, and Ranger stood, hunched over a brushed steel table, mounted to the ground, by a steel rod. in the center of the table, was a crudely drawn, though accurate map of The Den.


"There isn't anything thats truly defendable in this town, nor worth defending." said one of the three brotherhood scribes, that were gerrisoned in the bunker.

"Metzger's old church, Smittie's Junkyard, The Old Slaver's Guild are about the only places that are defendable in this shit-hole" said Ramsies.

"Sadly - He's right " said the Mutant. "Not much is defendable. Not a whole lot to defend. I mean - We can use Junked cars, slow 'em down."

"This is going to be too much of a hot-zone to keep the civilians here." said the paladin.

"What are you suggesting?" asked the Knight, sitting at the end of the table.

"Anyone that cannot fight needs to head north." The paladin said, staring at the map.

"But where too?" - said the knight

"Anywhere but here."

"What? Just tell them to pack up - and head north? Into the wastes?" asked one of the squires.

"No... To Klameth Falls" Said the paladin.

" So - We tell them to take up arms, or leave?" said the knight

"Pretty much. " Said the paladin. She withdrew a Ball Point Pen, and circled the chapel and Junkyard

"First things first. We go and have a chat with the Martial"
 
A Hasty Retreat

Garret led the Brotherhood troops into the Vault entrance and saw the battle unfolding. He knew the mutants would be vulnerable outside, and they could best use their strength in close quarters combat inside the Vault, which would also neutralize the Shinobi's mobility. "Fall back!" he ordered. "We'll cover you!" He and the Knights lay down covering fire while the surviving mutants retreated inside and through the airlock. There were still over 40 of them left, but the Enclave still had over a hundred soldiers in all remaining.

As soon as the last of the mutants had made it through the airlock, Garret led his people back inside and sealed the inner airlock door. "Take up your positions!" he shouted. "Now we wait for them to come to us."

Rex led his troopers into the tunnel entrance. One of the soldiers, a young woman no older than 18, rushed forward eagerly. Rex stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "I appreciate your zeal, soldier," he said, "but charging in like that will just get you killed."

"But we have to go in after them, sir!" she said.

"Yes, but on our terms, not theirs. They want us to rush them. That way they can ambush us in the Vault's confines and make full use of their advantages while we can't use all of ours. We need to be patient here. Time is on our side." Rex was used to commanding overwhelming force, but now he had to carefully manage what little he had left. It was enough to finish the job, but not if they made foolish mistakes. "Secure the entryway! Medics, get the wounded outside and see to them. I'll not have Easy Company lost."

"So what's the plan, General?"

Rex thought for a second, then bared his huge teeth. "We smoke 'em out! I think this situation calls for chemical warfare. There's an air vent in the airlock wall there. If we pump nerve gas into the Vault's top floor through it, the mutants will have to come out. Only those Brotherhood scum in Power Armor will be immune, but they'll be forced to come out too to back up the mutants. Our own armor will protect us from the effects of the gas. I'll have it sent up from the staging area."
 
Fore-runner Tarmac

"Hey - Old-timer. Whats the plan?" asked farmboy

"Go right on in- hit The Den, and wait for orders." said the officer.

"Right. I.. think theo's got somethin' different on his mind." said farmboy

"Well - As fate has it- you're going to be ridin' with Theo."

"I think theo's going to cut out, though, Sir." said farm boy

"To?" said the officer

"think he's itchin' to hit up Vault City." said the Farm boy.

"Ahh.. Vault city. As-far as I know- the armor under Skynets command, gave the enclave invasion force hell."

"Sky...Net?" said the farmboy - looking puzzled

"Never-mind. Honestly- I wouldn't mind mopping up myself. I wanted to assist, before the invasion, but- as fate would have it, I stayed here." said the officer

"What do you know about the vault-city situation?" said the farm-boy

"Last transmission says their held up in the vault, with heavy losses."

"Man. We've got to scrip' them some support, Sir" said the farm-boy

"have you got a deathwish, Son?" asked the Officer

"Our brothers are held up in that vault - Our commerads - I'm sure they can use any support they can procure"

"Big words, Farm-boy - Very big words."

"Sir- We've got to help 'em - We have three combat ready verti-chicks - 70mm Rockets- Anti-Tank cannons, and clearance to - " he was cut off, the voice of his fellow pilot - Theo

"Also - Some willing pilots - Sir!" Shouted Theo

"Well - Theo. Glad to see you could make it. " Said the officer

"Sir!"

"Well - a regular G.I. Joe" said the officer

"Sir?"

"G.I. Joe - a... Well - Nevermind."

"We have to support our brothers in Vault City!"

"Well - The repercussions...."

"Sir?"

"This.. This is worth a public execution. We're going to Vault City."


* * *

The Den : Bunker

"What about our flanks?" asked the mutant

"Anything we can do to protect our north, and south flanks?" said Gabe

"Not much. Those boys in vault city would fair better against Redemption alone. " said the Knight

"When our re-enforcements come- we can fathom a greater defence. As for now- I need a weapon." Said the paladin.

"What- that DSK Piece of shit isn't good enough?" said the knight

"Exactly... I need something to reach out and touch someone." said the paladin "Any ideas?"

"Fraust." said the mutant

"the...Albino arms dealer?"

"Yeah - Fraust."

On the Tarmac - Navaro

The High ranking officer watched the maintainance crew fuel the vertibird that was scheduled before theirs. Two more technicians loaded rockets, one by one. Another pulled a dolly, hefting belted 15.2mm HEAP rounds. He then left the group, that stood, chattering amongst their-selves. He walked towards the maintainance crew, prepping the verti-bird. He entered the open faced' hanger, fallowing the yellow lines that displayed the proper route for a bird to fallow, out of the hanger. The older man held the G36K by its pistol grip, though the weapon was slung around his neck, by a nylon strap.

"How's that vertibird, commin' boys?" he asked the techy loading the 15.2 HEAP rounds.

"No Comment, Sir" He said.

"How long do you guys think this is gonna take?" he asked.

"We're looking at a good long wait. You guys souled go hit up the Mess. We'll get this thing off the ground." said the techy

"Anything we can do to help you boys out?" Asked the officer.

"Nadda. All I can say, is we'll have this create up in no time."

"Alright- Alright. But if you boys need a hand - We're ready, willing, and able."

"Gotcha" said the techy
 
Underground

(OOC: That's okay, I haven't been posting as often as I'd like either, but hopefully I'll have more time.)

"Why don't they attack already?" asked Grimmy in the Vault entry hall. "What are they waiting for?"

"I guess they didn't fall for our ploy," said Garret. "Maybe they're hoping we'll come out again, but we're not that dumb either. We can wait as long as they can. At least this has given us enough time to finish evacuating the living quarters and rigging the elevator shaft. They fried the security cameras observing the entryway with that pulse grenade, so we can't see what they're up to, but they've probably set up turrets pointing into the airlock. If we went out there we'd be walking into a trap."

"I can't stand waiting. I wish we could smash 'em now."

"Don't worry. We'll get our chance soon enough."

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Amy swam upstream in the underground river until she reached a narrow ledge that went alongside it. She grabbed hold of it and climbed out. She dried herself off as the others followed her and reached the ledge. When everyone was ready, she took the Hammer from her back and led the way again.

"We're past the hard part," she said. "Now we can stay on dry land and just follow the water to the exit."

Jack checked his PIPBoy. "According to Harold's map, we should be out of these caves in a few more hours."

"I hope the Vault can hold out," said Eldon. "By the time we get back to that area on the surface the battle will most likely be over."

"I hope so too," said Stark. "I also hope Rachel can hold out." He mopped the tears from his eyes on his arm.

"Rachel's a fighter. She'll hang on until we can rescue her."

"She doesn't even know we're on our way. As far as she knows we're all dead. I don't know if she has any hope left."

"She sure does. She's got us."
 
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