Fallout RP- Systematic Annihilation

OOC- 100 houers is fine, Mr. Handy.

Ic

Vault City


The Radio crackled, with Echo Lead's voice. "Negitive, Sir. Bingo Fuel. Until we find some servaceable fuel, We're grounded."

Travis Keyed his radio. "We knew the risk of abandoning our post, Sir. Probably wouldnt have done it, had we known their was a fucking ace on site... sir-"


"This was a mistake-" Said Theo

"No Shit. But atleast we tried." Said Travis.

"Think that equipment could have been put to better use?"

"Well shit yeah! Those cannon's could strip a deathclaw clean in under a second."

"Didn't think we would be facing air assets though."

"Not much we can do about it now."said Travis, slinging his FN-FAL over his shoulder.

"So- You boy's are dippin?" Travis Asked Lenny.

Navarro

"But Juily" Said Charley, as Juily Beckoned.

"Charley; Come-on." Said Juily.

"I dun-wanna go" Said Charley, steying put.

"You've gotta Go." said Juily. "Its not Safe here."

"I'll be okay-" Said Charley

"Sweetie; You have to go."

"... Nuh-Uh!" said charley, with the childish smirk of a deffiant 9 yearold.

The Den

"Negitive! Negitive! King Six!" Barked a sweaty dispatcher

"King-Six to Dispatch! We're running dry!"

"Are you Dry yet?!"

"Negitive. Uhh- Mini's are down to the last 1000 rounds, Cannons are dry."

"Copy that, Kingsix. We need to milk those shots. I want no less than 100 kills... Each!"

"Copy That, Dispatch. King Six out."

The dispatcher stood. "Ashton! Cover for me." He shouted to another steel knight. "What for?" asked the knight. "Gotta suit up."

"For?"

"Were you not paying attention?" Asked the dispatcher

"Well - Yeah - I was. But-"

"Pick up that headset, and start relaying information." Said the dispatcher. He began to make his way towards the Armory.

"You can't just leave me here!" Shouted Ashton.

"I out-rank you. That was an order." Said the Dispatcher.
 
OOC: Can someone give me a quick run-down of what's going on? I tried going through the last few pages, but I didn't really get a handle of a good place to drop in.
 
OOC: I advise you read the entire rp. Its a really good read. Here's the run-down. A battlestrain Mutigen (Developed from FEV?) Was employed by the Enclave to inderectly anhiliate the inhabitants of the wastes. So-far, Redding has fallen to The Redemption (the infected). Next on the list is The Den (Being fortified by inhabitants, and Brotherhood of Steel Knights) which is set to be attacked in 100 houers from the south, However- The den is to be attacked by a much smaller force from the north in less than a houer. A Downed Vertibird lay in the heart of the horde, 64(?) Miles to the south of the den, a Spec Ops team is orbiting the site, awaiting fighter support (Victor wing). I'll let Mr. Handy inform you as to the VC story.
 
Missing the Bus

OOC- I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I've been very busy and haven't had much sleep in a while.

Zeek, I agree that you should read the whole story. If you really want a synopsis, let me know. I might have time to post one this weekend.

IC-
"Hmm," said Lenny. "Maybe there is something you can do about it."

"What do you mean?" asked Travis.

"Well, it just so happens you might be able to get your hands on some fuel for your bird after all."

"You've got fuel here at Vault City?"

"No, not exactly...but the Enclave does."

"You mean-"

"Yup. That staging area they've got includes a landing area for their vertibirds. They brought thirty of them, and ended up with one, so I'm sure they've got enough reserve fuel to get you to the Den and then some. They're in retreat and disorganized, and they won't be expecting a counterattack. If we hit 'em with their pants down, we can get you that fuel."

"Wait, what do you mean 'we'?"

Lenny smirked. "You don't think you can leave me behind, do you? I haven't had a real adventure in almost thirty years. Never realized how much I missed it."

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Julie suddenly smiled. "Who wants a piggyback ride?" she asked, beaming at Charley.

"Ooh! I do, I do!" said the boy.

"Okay, let's go." She got down on all fours and let Charley climb onto her shoulders, then stood up again while he wrapped his arms around her. If she could carry a hundred pounds of gear, she could carry a hundred pounds of child. She headed out the door.

Charley leaned his head on Julie's shoulder. "Your hair smells nice."

"Thank you." Julie thought she must reek after almost fifteen hours of duty, but she wasn't one to turn down a compliment. She hustled over towards the gate and approached the guards. "Where's the caravan?" There was no sign of it.

"It already left," replied a guard.

"Oh, no!"

"Does this mean I can stay?" asked Charley, perking up.

"I guess there's no choice."

"Yay!"
 
Vault City

"Think we're gonna need some Bigger Guns." Said Travis. "This FN-FAL dosent have the Umph required."

Theo Slung his M3A1 over his shoulder. "Think my Grease Gun isn't goin' ta do the trick." Said Theo.

"No Shit, Dumbass. Old guy told both of you." Said Travis with a smirk

"Ahh-Fuck you, Farmboy."

"We saw the stageing base while En-Route" Said Travis. "Sounds like you might have a plan... and some weapons."
 
19 miles NORTH of The Den

"King Six reporting in. Mini's are about dry. Auto cannon's are ghost. Returning for Resupply"

"Roger that, King six! Resupply granted." Barked the Den's dispatch.

King Six quickly tuned, from its hovering over watch, and began its short ride back. "Eta - Two minutes"

The Den

"God-Damn..." Said Gabe under his breath, as he sprinted from the east exit, heading for the West Exit. "the fools!" Said the mutant, as he barreled through the streets.

"Woah - Mutie- Hold up" Said Kagel, standing near a folding table.

Gabe stops in his tracks. "Listen - Paladin. The north attack is a Feign."

"What?!" Asked the Paliden.

"Their not going to hit from the north... yet."

"What the hell are you talking to."

"We're nearly completely exposed, on our east flank! The SOB's are smarter than this!"

"Wha?"

"We need to cover our east fla-"

Gabe was cut off, by loud banging on the outside galvanized improvised east wall.

"Fuck!" shouted the mutie. The banging of two fists, grew multiplicatively, in just seconds

"I need you to get back over their, Gabe!" Shouted Kagel, retrieving her DSK-Carbine from her shoulder. "Reinforcement's will be their shortly... How the hell'd they breach the mine field?!"

"Gotcha... " Said Gabe

"Godspeed."

"...I need a gun..."





*Via Airwaves*

"Outpost 315 here. Patch me through to Lord Paladin Yogie Maxson... We've got ourselves a situation."
 
Lock and Load

"You want bigger guns?" asked Lenny, waving his arm to encompass the ruins of Vault City. "Take your pick. There are hundreds of dead Enclave soldiers who don't need 'em anymore. Plenty of ammo too, by the look of it. Maybe I'll find myself something good while we're at it." He began to inspect the dead bodies. "As long as your bird's got some fuel left, it can assist us in the attack. Ah!" Lenny hoisted a Gauss pistol. "Now this is a nice piece of hardware.

"I've thought of something else, too. That Enclave truck parked out there is fully functional. The only problem with it is that a canister of nerve gas blew up there, and it's still floating around in the air. Luckily there's little wind, or we'd be in trouble here. Still, if we could salvage a few suits of Advanced Power Armor, it would not only protect us from the gas and from enemy fire, it would also make a very effective disguise. As far as the Enclave would know, we're just a few more of their soldiers retreating in one of their own trucks!"

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High Elder Yogi Maxson and Lord Paladin Sam Jackson examined the computerized map in the Brotherhood's council chamber under NCR with increasing dismay. "At least there's a little good news from Vault City," said Jackson. "From the latest report we got, Paladin Garret and several of his Knights survived the battle, and the Enclave was unable to completely wipe out the defenders and was forced to retreat."

"Good to hear that is," said Yogi Maxson, "but much darkness there is still. Produce more of the serum Vault City cannot."

"True, but Myron is alive, as are Benjamin Kent and Angus Starkiller. They're escorting him here, along with a very interesting-sounding piece of Enclave tech. They should be here in a couple of weeks."

"Hmm. A couple of weeks we may not have. The Den right now in danger is."

"Yes, and Navarro's next on the list."

A Scribe came into the room and saluted. "Lord Paladin," she said, "there is a message for you from Outpost 315."

"Patch it through." Jackson took the call. "This is the Lord Paladin. What's the situation? Over."
 
Vault City

Travis began to inspect corpses, looking for a new prospect. On the first corpse prospected, he found a respectable piece. a Glock 86 Plasma Pistol. He removed the power pack to inspect the weapon. It was more than functional. he removed his piece; the 10mm automatic, and replaced it with his new sidearm. The weapon was suitable, but he still needed a replacement for his FN-FAL; And he wasn't about to take a small arm to replace it. He wasn't about to take anything smaller than an AVENGER. A CZ-53 to be exact.

Theo also began his search for new weaponry. Filing through corpses looking for adaquite firepower. he stopped, pulling a currious weapon from the grasps of a dead soldier. The weapon appeared to be a shotgun; but looked low-tech for an enclave footsoldier. It was a double-barreled breakaway shotgun. Its hammers exposed. By the markings on the barrel, the weapon had been sawed off. The pistol and foregrip were a synthetic nylon and polymer composite. A serial number was mechanically engraved on the weapon its self. Theo attempted to turn the corpse over, with no success.

"Hey Travis!" Shouted theo.

"Yeh?" Responded the farmboy

"Check this bastard out. Enclave's usin' low-tech now." said Theo.

"Give it here" Said Travis, opening his arms.

Theo opened the breach, and dropped the two unused shells, and tossed the weapon to his soldier counterpart.

"Ive seen these before. It looks like a shotgun, but it isn't."

"What?"

"Its a firing platform for some interesting devices."

"The hell?"

"Yeah. Shell's for everything. Small advisable cameras. EMP emitting shot, Hell, even a sonic round that'll set off proximity mines. Needless to say, it'll fire standard shot."

"Hey, Lenny!" Shouted Theo. "What do you make of this?" , beckoning.
 
The Den

"The Hell?!" Asked the ranking Knight of the Garrison, looking at the second in command.

"Sir- We didn't see it coming."

"The recon's!"

"Sir, they didn't spot anything."

"We need to Redirect troops to the east wall." Said the knight.

"Sir. That's for the Paladin to do."

"Damn it. The kid's a good shot, sure. not too bad in a tight situation, but she's no stratigest."

"The brass must have seen something worthy of promotion." Said the lower ranking steel knight.

Meanwhile, at the East Wall

Gabe rushed towards the church, where a large amount of firepower had been stored. the doors remained open, and a few staff members stood, doing menial tasks.

"Get you're pieces! We've got contacts at the east wall!"

"Contacts?!" Asked one of the knights, turning to a weapons create, opening the steel box

"Yeah. Not a whole lot, but enough." Said the mutant, helping himself to a Flamer, and enough fule to roast the threats to be delt with.

"How'd they make it through the mine field?" Asked one of the knights

"Hell if I know. But the'll bring that wall down if ya' don't stop jawwin, and pick up a gun."

The Knight grabbed an AK-122, and two magazines. he was fallowed by another knight, grabbing a DSK Sniper Rifle.

Gabe began a quick barrel towards his rooftop post. He was fallowed by the two riflemen.

Via Airwaves

"Lord Paladin Maxson. Contacts are currently assaulting the fortifications to the East. I say again! Eastern Wall is being attacked by the infected!"
 
Armed and Dangerous

OOC- The Bishops actually came through the New Reno gang war with only minimal losses, which they achieved by sitting on the sidelines until the Salvatores left their home base vulnerable and then launching a surprise attack. Then they recovered their losses and then some when the surviving Mordinos joined their cause. In addition to their own people and the former Mordinos, they also have hired a number of mercenaries (such as Craig Stone and Caitlin O'Hara) for special assignments.

I'd say there are currently well over a hundred Bishops remaining. They are led by Angela Bishop and her son Johnny. There are a few dozen made men (and women) that are trusted members of the Bishop Family's inner circle, such as the assassin Jen who is on her way to the NCR on a mission to kill Congresswoman Pamela Darkwater. The rest are assorted goons, pimps, and the like. In addition, there are a few dozen ex-Mordinos lumped in with the goons.

If you want your characters in New Reno to kill some random Bishop/Mordino goons or a few made men that's fine, but the Bishops' operations and leadership should stay pretty much intact for a while yet. The big battle against the Bishops will happen in a little under six days of game time, when the group from Vault City arrives.

There are about forty or fifty Wrights remaining (not counting children, of which there are quite a few), but they won't break the truce because they are waiting for Rachel to bring back advanced technology and don't yet know what has happened to her. When they find out, they will want to be careful to make sure that no harm comes to her. There are virtually no Salvatores left, as the Bishops had them hunted down mercilessly. Any who survived have either left town or are hiding very, very well. There is too much bad blood between them and both the Bishops and the Wrights for them to consider working with either one, and they're too busy just staying alive.

Also, Yogi Maxson is the High Elder and the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel. Sam Jackson is the Lord Paladin, his second-in-command.

IC-
Lenny looked the high-tech shotgun over. "Dammit, Theo," he said, "I'm a doctor, not an engineer. Pretty cool, though. Looks like something Eldon would make, except it doesn't seem like it'll blow up. I bet he could tell you a lot about this puppy, but he and the others won't get back to this area for hours yet, and we can't afford to wait for them. By that time the Enclave might have pulled up stakes and we'll lose our chance to get your fuel. Now, let's see about salvaging some of that Advanced Power Armor.

Lenny looked over the bodies. "All of these guys have taken a lot of damage to their armor in the process of killing them, but in different locations of their bodies. Parts of each suit are still intact. If we take the armor piecemeal - an arm here, a leg here, a helmet there - we can easily get ourselves enough complete suits in a short amount of time."

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"You have to hold the line!" ordered Lord Paladin Jackson to Outpost 315. "We'll send all available air support in the area to assist you. I wish we could do more, but we're stretched awfully thin as it is. It sounds to me like the Den is being attacked on all sides, so evacuating the civilians is not an option. They'd be more vulnerable out in the open. At least where they are they have the walls and our Knights to help protect them."

Jackson next had dispatch notify the vertibirds flying missions around the Den of the attack on the east wall and redirected them to its defense. He just hoped there weren't any more nasty surprises while they were doing so.
 
The Den - East Exit

Gabe began back up ladder, the Flamer secured to his forearm. The mutant quickly reached the rooftop perch, overlooking 15 of the critters, attempting to bash their way through the walls. Gabe looks to the horizon; Many more redemption were on the way; very loosely-packed, though their thin crowd density spanned the horizon. "Ah-Ha!" Said Gabe, lighting the flamer. he loosened the safty valve, and pulled back the weapon's fore grip, releasing a stream of enriched gasoline, backed by pressurized oxygen.

The flame engulfed the infected at the base of the wall. Inhuman screams and squeals were audible. Not that of pain, but of an unnatural rage. The flame did nothing initially; but Gabe knew that the creatures wouldn't last long against the flames.

The brotherhood knights reached the top of the building, and quickly took a firing position. The knight with the DSK took careful aim, and squeezed the trigger, Thus halving the critter’s head, by way of a .223 round.

The second fired his weapon from the hip; depleting the 20 round magazine into the crowd of 15, scoring six hits, and two kills. He dropped the magazine, and replaced it with a fresh magazine.

Meanwhile, Back in the church…

A pair of power armor clad brotherhood senior knights stand under a halogen light, both brandishing automatic weapons. One carrying a squad level bull pup machinegun, the other carrying an H&K G-11E.

“If you ask me, The Den is filled with lowlife sacks of irradiated Pig-mole vomit. Good riddance.” Said the first knight, with the LSW

“Orders are Orders, Rand.” Said the second knight, holding the G-11

“I’m not debating this; but.. If it were- say.. the fine folks of San Francisco, or the NCR, I would more than willing to lay my life on the line.”

“People are people. Besides. We’re making our stand here, so we don’t have to further south.”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Their in suite com systems buzz, and the crackling voice of Paladin Kagel is audible.

“Units from fire teams Alpha through Delta are to report to the East gate, on the double. I say again. Multiple contacts to the east. Eliminate with extreme prejudice!”

“Welp. You herd the lady. Time to gather the sheep” Said the knight wielding the LSW



“Damn straight” Said the other knight.

Vault City

“Who’s this Eldon guy?” Asked Theo, rolling the dead enclave soldier, from which he had gotten the shotgun. The soldier’s helmet was strange, this one had a much different optical array than the others, extending tubes, tipped with a dull black plastic covered the eyes. On the left cylinder was a smaller cylinder, housing a small red bead, illuminating a dull light.

“Shit! Check this guy’s optics. Almost looks like pilot’s gear”

“Looks like you’ve found the optical component. Didn’t know it was integrated into their armor.

Orbiting X-ray’s crash site

Team Saber began their speedy descent, fastroping atop of the craft. The first on the craft’s exterior was the team’s leader. The hard charger wielded an automatic weapon, the second was the teams CQC authority. He wielded a Remington 870C. Only seconds passed before the first shot was fired. The buckshot scored a major hit, removing half of an infected critter’s skull.

The second soldier was riflemen, and then a sniper. The team quickly made landfall, and Valloton, the pilot continued his orbit. The squad leader knocked loudly on the hull. “Comin’ in!” Shouted the team leader, finding his way to the emergency roof hatch. The latch was stuck; mangled in the crash. With a quick stomp, from his armor clad foot, the hatch was opened.

“You boys need a ride?” Asked the teams leader. Suddenly, a volley of gunfire irrupted the Squad lead. The volley included two SMG’s and an assaultrifle, fallowed by a quick shotgun blast

Broken Hills

“What happened?” Asked the leathery Ghoul, to the Mine’s foreman; a tall green mutant.

“Well. We got hit. Pretty damn hard, at that. Pushed’ em back though.”

“What?” Asked the Ghoul

“Wellp. Things were getting pretty diar. Bastards were trying to bust down the mine doors. Getting pretty damn close, before we decided to do something about it.”

“Whad’ you do?!”

“Well. We pretty much just gathered our weapons and ammo, and let them bust down the doors. Forced themselves in to a bottleneck, and at that point, It wasn’t nothin’ but a mantis shoot’.”

“How…”

“Corpses just started pilin’ up. We drained the fuel from one of the generators, and tourched them. Little risky, but it smoked em’.”

“We need to get this place up to snuff. We’ve got a complement of NCR Rangers. “
 
On the Road Again

"Eldon Storch," Lenny told Theo as he gathered pieces of Advanced Power Armor. "He's another ghoul. You probably haven't heard of him since he's before your time, but I bet your Scribes would know about him. Back in the day, before the bombs fell, he was part of the original T-51b Power Armor design team. He's been living in the wastes by himself for the last thirty years or so, but he recently resurfaced when he came to Vault City. He's an engineering genius, but he has a tendency to blow things up. Not on purpose mind you - well, except for that Enclave base south of New Reno and some of their forces that were attacking Vault City. He was instrumental in our defense. I bet he could reassemble one of these babies with his eyes closed."

Before long, Lenny and the others had acquired enough pieces to make enough complete suits of Advanced Power Armor for all of them and put them on. Now that they had protection against the remnants of the nerve gas, they were able to approach the truck.

"I know how to drive this," said Lenny. "I was once a paramedic, before the War. Drove an ambulance. This is close enough." He slid into the driver's seat, started the truck, and waited for the others to board. Then he pulled out and headed south through the ruins of Vault City and across the wasteland towards the Enclave staging ground. "Yup. I wonder what old Eldon's up to now?"

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Amy Velasco led the way across the barren wastes, with Benjamin Kent and Angus Starkiller on either side of her. She held her Hammer at the ready, scanning in all directions for any sign of a threat. Jack walked close behind them, watching Amy's hips swivel.

"Are we there yet?" asked Angus.

Ben laughed. "You must learn patience, my young Initiate."

"Senior Initiate. It's just that I'm used to flying where we need to go. I've never spent days walking through the wilderness to get somewhere."

"It's hardly been days, just a few hours so far."

"Nobody wants to get to New Reno faster than I do," said Stark from the rear. He glared at Spike, who was walking beside him.

"I said I was sorry about Rachel," said the mercenary.

"Sorry doesn't cut it! You're responsible, and the only thing that can make up for it is for us to get her back before anything bad happens to her."

"Don't worry, we'll catch up to them. And when we do, I'm gonna kill Craig Stone and Caitlin O'Hara."

"Not if I kill them first."

"I just want to get somewhere where I can continue my research," said Myron. "New Reno just doesn't have the facilities I need. NCR's really the closest place, and it'll take us close to two weeks to get there."

"That's a long time for people to go without a source of the serum," said Eldon. "I don't want to think about what kind of chaos is going to happen when the supply runs short. We're going to need that cure fast."

"I've got a feeling we're going to have to get the other half of that cure from the Enclave's headquarters in the Glow, though I still think FEV holds a lot of promise."

"Yeah, but you had to destroy what was left in Vault City. It was for the best, really. I'm impressed that you found the will to do it."

"Uh...yeah. Well, I did what I had to do." The FEV canister Myron had concealed in his pack felt heavier than ever.
 
New Reno

"Where can I find some rotgut?" Asked Jim, his pistol holstered, and High powered rifle wrapped in bedding, slung over his back.

"Well Hell; Jim. Its Reno. Juss' Pick yer' vice." Said Skeet, walking beside Jim.

"Liqueur and Firepower." Said Jim, as they entered the Commercial Row.

Skeet looks overhead.

"Strange, Jim. Look like storm clouds." Said Skeet, looking to the west. Dark ominous Cumulonimbus clouds hover above the mountains.

"Nah. Storm Clouds never make it past them mountains."

"Yeah. Can't stop me form wishin', Jim. Rained once out here. Some 15 od years ah'go. Swear, from Junktown to klamath was flooded fer- a week. Youngin's thought the world was endin."

"Yeah. I remember. Age of seventeen. Was huntin' Gecko's. Flash flood had me clingin' to rocks for a few days. Can't say I liked the rain."

"Before the war, 't used to rain all tha' time. Nuclear weapon's knocked the climate out of wack, or somthin'."

Skeeter and Jim approach a Casino, and Bar. Owned by the Salvatore. The building was lifeless. nailed to the door was an old 2x4. "Out of Business" Was carved into the old wood.

"Well'p Jim. Guess we're goin' elswere for some rotgut."

"Nah." Said Jim, Withdrawing his Pistol. a Colt 10mm Automatic. He leans against the door. It moves slightly, but is barred by a deadbolt.

"Jim', You ain't gettin in."

"Nonsense" Said Jim, taking a step back.

"Jim, This ain't right..."

"No-one's usin' drinking their booze now."

"Jim. You don't wanna piss no one off.."

Jim lifts his leg. With one swift kick, he is able to knock the door off of its hinges. Quickly, he plants his feet back on the ground, the pistol gripped tightly. Jim then peeks into the building. Blood splatters and spent casings litter the floor. Most of the corpses have been removed, but a few remain. One; of the bartender; lay slumped over the counter. Gripped in his hand was a .44 Revolver; Clutched by rigger mortis.

"Oooh..." Said Jim, covering his nostrils with his hand. "Hey, Skeet. Kinda smells like you after you fell into the well."

"Err.. Thanks, Jim."

Jim jumps over the bar's surface. He begins to rifle through the liquer bottles. He stumbles upon a small black box; apparently made of old license plates. Jim carefully opens the box.

"Heh. Hey, Skeet. Check this."

Jim sets the black (open) box on the bar's surface. It contains a stack paper tender, worth arround 3000 coins.

"You... You can't take that, Jim."

"I am..." Said Jim

"What if the bishop's come lookin' for anything like that?"

"They can look. I beat 'em to the punch."

"Karma, man; Karma."

Meanwhile, outside of the bar, three Bishop thugs approach the Salvatore Bar, weapons drawn.
 
Quest for Fuel

Lenny drove up to the gate in the barrier that had been assembled around the Enclave staging area. Plasma turrets lined the hastily constructed fortifications, and several Enclave guards stood ready at the gate. One of them, a sergeant, stepped forward. "Halt!" he ordered. Lenny stopped the truck, and the sergeant approached his window. "I hadn't thought anyone else had survived."

"Yeah, well, thanks for watching our backs," said Lenny. "We played dead until nobody was looking, then salvaged this truck."

"Okay, you'd better get inside. We're getting ready to haul ass, and we're going to need every truck we can get." The sergeant commanded his troops to open the gate and let the truck inside.

Lenny drove through the open gate and into the staging ground. It didn't take him long to find the fuel depot. Large barrels stood outside a prefabricated warehouse, and another pair of Enclave soldiers stood guard there. Lenny stopped the truck, and he and the others got out.

"What are you doing?" demanded one of the guards.

"We've got orders to load our truck full of vertibird fuel," said Lenny. "In case you haven't noticed, we're pulling out."

"Where's your requisition form?"

"Sonny, we ain't got time for paperwork! The Brotherhood of Steel is sending reinforcements, and they could show up at any time. Do you want to explain to the boss why we had to abandon perfectly good fuel because we didn't fill everything out in triplicate?"

"Let me just check with the Quartermaster." The soldier turned his back on Lenny and took out his radio.
 
Enclave FOB

An uneasy feeling sets inbetween the three in the cab of the truck. the final transmission recieved back at Forerunner kept replaying its self in theo's head. "Fuckin' Bloodbath" theo thought, reminessing on the loss of the vertichicks.

Travis kept his hand wraped tightly arround his weapon, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings
 
The Den

The runners were quickly dispatched by the Brotherhood riflemen. Those who pearch themselves above the wall, quickly ready optical assistants; 13x monicles, on tripods. the three riflemen begin their watch, the rest head back to the church.

On the West Side

Kagel walks toward Smitty's shack, Stephan falling behind her. "So... What's the plan then?" Asked the greenhorn.

"Brotherhood airsupport is en-route. Victor wing is currently covering Dagger, while Sabre is pulling The survivor's out... "

"And?" asked Stephan.

"We're going to have to hold our own for a while." Said the Paliden

"What of the Deputon's?" Aske Stephan

"Fuckin' Locals. Trappers; Farmers; Beggers; Squatters. A few have some Real weapons experiance."'

"What's going to happen to Waters?" Asked stephan, refering to the enclave Pow

"He'll get whats coming to him." Said Kagle

Navarro

Charly manages to wriggle himself to the ground. "Julie! Julie! What does That do? Pointing to a wheeled vehicle.
 
No Exit

Lenny frowned. He knew he could take out the guard from behind, but doing so quietly would be difficult. Using his new Gauss pistol was out, since by definition the muzzle speed exceeded the speed of sound and each shot would cause a sonic boom. Even his other pistol was somewhat noisy. He did, however, have a cattle prod he had taken from a dead Enclave soldier - they seemed to be standard equipment. The second guard had walked around to the back of the truck and wasn't currently looking. Now was his chance.

"Yeah," said Lenny, "you do that." As the soldier fiddled with the dials on his radio, Lenny jolted him in the back of the head with his cattle prod, right at the weak spot where the helmet joined the backplate. The man dropped to his knees, then pitched face first into the dirt.

The other guard heard the thud and turned around right in time to get the cattle prod jabbed in his face. He too collapsed, groaning. A second shock was enough to put him down.

"Okay, fellas," said Lenny, "let's move fast and get 'er loaded up before anyone comes by." He propped up the two unconscious soldiers at their posts, the enhanced strength of his Advanced Power Armor making the task a breeze. Anyone who merely looked at them wouldn't suspect anything amiss, as their own armor concealed their faces, but if someone spoke to them they'd get no response. By the time he was done, the others had joined him. They quickly loaded up enough barrels of vertibird fuel in the back of the truck and pulled out, heading back towards the north gate.

When they arrived, the same guards who had let them in were there. "Where are you going?!" shouted the sergeant, stopping them. "All trucks are to gather at the south gate and wait for the order to evacuate. This is the north gate."

"Sorry," said Lenny. "Took a wrong turn." He wheeled the truck around and headed south.

The sergeant shook his head. "Idiot," he muttered.

"Now what?" asked Travis.

"Well," said Lenny, "I hadn't really thought that far ahead when coming up with this plan. We could ram the gate and bug out, but then those plasma turrets would open up on us. Considering that we've got a load of fuel in the trailer that would be a real bad idea. One hit and BOOM!" He approached the south gate and got into line with the other trucks. "Our best bet is to wait until we get orders to leave, then hang back and break away from the convoy when we get the opportunity."

"And what if they find those snoozing guards before that happens?"

"Oh, then the alarms would go off and they'd lock the place down." A siren began to sound. "Kind of like that one."

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Junior Knight Julie Staley looked where Charley was pointing. "That's a tanker," she said. "Its job is to bring fuel to the aircraft so they can fly."
 
Bluffs, Southwest of The Den

Two men lay flat, covered by weeds and dirt, one behind a highpowered Anti-Material rifle; the second with a scope, old 20th century tech. The two men lay alone; a part of an initial defense against the infected humans.

"Aye- Ricky. Aw' Do we know these sons-of-bitches are even comin' this way?" asked the spotter.

"Path of least resistance" Replyed the shooter.

"Time to Sit-Rep?" Asked the spotter.

"1000 hours" Said the shooter.

"Alrighty then." Said the spotter

"Get to it. Remember - no names."

The spoter keys his handset; ofwhich crackles as he does.

"Command; Twenty-Four Hotel Oscar Reporting in. No signs of movement. On alert."

The Radio crackles again "24 Hotel Oscar - Roger that. Keep your eyes open."

"Roger that Command. 24 Hotel Oscar out"

"See? That wasn't so hard" Said the shooter.

"I hate these things, man. Un-natural" Said the spotter.

"Shad'up" Said the shooter.

"Ahh Fuck you ma- "

The shooter looks to his spotter, who lays lifeless. Nearly two seconds had passed before the shooter heard the shot.

"Fuck!" he shouts, as he rolls his now dead commerade over, only to see the horror of his dead commerade; having his intrails splattered under him.

Another shot; this one a miss; kicking up nearly a meter of dirt only inches from the shooters head.

Three seconds later, the shot rings, echoing through the canyons.

Standing, the soldier runs for a deffelade; laying 10 meters behind him.

*Pfft!* Another miss, kicking up nearly two meters of dust.

"Fauck!" Yelled the shooter, as he dives in the deffelade in the earth.

Four miles to the south east

A vertichick hovers happely, only meters off of the earth, the pilot holding the craft perfictly steady. The pilot clad in standard enclave pilot atire; in the rear compartment, an enclave soldier sits behind a shooting bench, carefully wealded to the chick's flooring. rested on the table is the bipod of an RT-20 20mm Anti-material rifle.

The soldier pulls the bolt back, ejecting the large cartridge. "One confirmed. Keep her steady" barks the shooter in the craft.
 
Infuego; Assholes of the Wastes

New Reno

The clammer of footsteps outside of the bar. Jim crouches, facing the door. looking over his shoulder, at skeet. "Skeet - Hide or fight. I can take 'em."

Skeet looks throught the thick opaque window, and dives behind the bar. Skeet reaches for a shortened pump action shotgun, laying across a corpse. he racks the weapon, and reaches into the breach, with his thumb- pushing the shells forward through the cylender, he can tell he has five rounds left -judging by the ratteling they were double-ought buckshot.

With a big grin, Jim waits for the door to swing open, sholdering the shotgun, he moves silently, using the balls of his feet to scuttle across the floor.

As if on que- the door errupts - with the penetrating blast of small arms fire - pistols, and shotguns. the door is jarred from its hindges, and falls to the floor. the gunfire ceases; only to resume with the blast of jim's rimmington 870 - the blast hitting one of the enforcers square in the chest, causing him to slump to the ground.

A second enforcer makes entery; he was clad in metalic armor, fabricated from old scrap iron, and held together with leather bands. in his hand was a small SMG, that began to bark, spitting poorly aimed lead across the bar, in retaliation, jim racks his weapon, and takes aim at the man's iron clad head. he fires - the buckshot dosent penitrate, however - the concussion produced by the metal striking his face knocks the enforcer cold.

Meanwhile- behind the bar

Skeet grips a jug labled XXXX. "White lightning?" he asks, grabbing a lighter that rests on the bar, and striking it.

The third enforcer makes entery. With the ghoulish strength he could muster- skeet lobs the jug at the cranium of the enforcer, smashing it. he tosses the striken lighter at the floor; pooled with the alcahol, igniting the unfortunate enforcer.

The enforcer screams in pain, as the flame consumes him.

Skeet looks to jim, with an inquisitive smirk. "Whadda we do?" skeet asked.

"Let him burn"

"How about a speedy exit?" asked skeet.

"Sounds good" said jim, aiming his weapon at a window, and squeezing the trigger, shattering the thick glass.

in the manner remminessant of an action movie, both members of the parter charge- and leap through the broken window, as the flame consumes the building.

Meanwhile- across town

"Josh - I'm pregnant" said a girl - the age of 19 - a short girl - only 5'5.

"Wait... What?" Asked the middle aged male. "Are you serious, Nai?"

"Yes. I'm sure of it." Said the girl.

"But how?" Asked josh.

"The sun smiles down on us, I guess."

"How can you be sure?" asked josh

"I puke alot, and my boobs hurt" she said bluntly.

"Hah! well - We'll wait and see... Anywho... I... uhh... need to go to the doc's to pick up some ciggerettes." said josh.

"I'll go with you." said Nai

"Nah - you stay here. I'll be right back." he said, turning his back on the woman. his face turned from a smile to a grimmice. "Pregnant?" he thought. "Fuck..."

heading for the door, Nai inturupts him. "You... You are coming back... right?" she asks.

With a heavy sigh, the man leaves, her question unanswered.

"Thats... a no... isn't it?" she asked, sitting in the corner of the derilicked house, a tear runs down the side of her face.

Another female enters the room. she was tall; and slim. standing at 6'1, and 125 lb's; with red hair. though she was two years younger than nai.

"Meg... Josh isn't coming back."

"Josh will... or - I'll rip his fuckin' testicals off, and clean his wound with rotgut"

"I think he's seriously... not coming back."

"If he skips town, he'll get his." said Meg.
 
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