Fallout RP- Systematic Annihilation

Lockdown

"Now what do we do?" asked Travis as the alert siren wailed.

"I've got an idea," said Lenny. "Contact your pilot friend on the radio and tell him to buzz the staging area. He's still got enough fuel left to pull that off, and if this works he'll have more than he can use. Tell him not to take any risks, just fly overhead and bug out." Once Travis complied, Lenny rolled down the window and called out to the soldiers in the truck that was stopped next to his. "Hey, guys! What are you hauling?"

The soldier in the shotgun seat of the other truck rolled down his window. "Got us a truckload of ammunition. How about you?"

"Jet fuel for our birds. Of course, it won't do any good if we stay stuck here. Any idea what that alarm's about?"

The man shrugged, the gesture barely visible under his Advanced Power Armor. "Nope. Probably someone with a stick up his ass chose this moment to hold a drill."

"Oh, I don't know. I think this might be the real deal. The Brotherhood is supposed to be sending reinforcements."

"Then why aren't we moving already? If they catch us flatfooted, these trucks won't survive just sitting here like this."

"You're telling me. If they bomb us while we're sitting on this cargo, both our trucks will explode rather nicely." Lenny glanced up at the sky and watched. A minute later, the vertichick flew over the compound at high speed. The plasma turrets fired at it as it went by, but it easily evaded the blasts, turning in a wide arc and starting to zoom off. "Hey, there's one of them now!"

The Enclave soldier looked up and saw the aircraft. "Hah!" he laughed. "We chased him off!"

Lenny shook his head. "No, we didn't. That's just a scout flying advance recon. All he was supposed to do was find us and relay our position back to the Brotherhood's aerial assault squadrons. They'll be the ones to hit us." He made a show of looking at his watch. "Yup, they should be here in just a few minutes."

The soldier looked around in panic, all trace of amusement gone. "We've got to get out of here!" He leaned out the window and shouted to the sergeant guarding the south gate. "Hey, we've got to get moving fast! Open the gate!"

"Not gonna happen!" shouted the sergeant. "Get your ass back in your truck and wait!"

The soldier looked incredulously at Lenny, who for all appearances sat calmly in his seat. "What do we do now?" he demanded. "We're sitting ducks if we stay here!"

This time Lenny shrugged. "Orders are orders," he said.

"Screw orders!" He tapped the driver on the shoulder. "Come on, floor it!"

"But the gate's still closed," said the driver.

"It won't be if you ram it! You want to stay here and die?"

"Not me." The driver shifted the truck into gear and began to maneuver around the other trucks, heading for the gate.

"Hey!" roared the sergeant. "Get back into line!" The truck bore down on him, picking up speed. The sergeant barely dived out of the way in time, and the other truck smashed through the gate and out into the wasteland beyond.

The sergeant spoke quickly into his radio. Lenny and the others couldn't hear what he said, but its meaning was obvious. The plasma turrets opened fire on the escaping vehicle, scoring several direct hits. The truck exploded in a tremendous orange fireball, the ammo in the trailer cooking off.

A minute later the sirens stopped and he addressed the remaining trucks waiting in line. "Lockdown's over," he said. "We just got the saboteurs who had infiltrated our compound. Move out!" He waved his arm, and the trucks began to roll through the destroyed gate.

Lenny made sure his truck was last. "I can't believe that actually worked," he said. "Man, these guys are dumb."
 
No more shadows...

40 miles North-WEST of San Fransisco

"Good Evening, Gentalmen"

"The time has come to adress many current situations. For far too long has the NCR stood in our way. A group of SCAVENGERS! and pitchfork waiving simpletons flaunting their... REPUBLIC!"

A tall man, clad in a bleak gray G-man's suit, at the end of a long table; lined with men in similar suits. a number on his left pectal read '4'

"Number Four... What do you suppose we do about the NCR?"

"Number One sticks to his convictions; utilizing the infected... Such is foolhearty! We need ACTION!"

"Explain yourself, Number four!"

"A Millitary Base north of Spokhain Washington happens to have one unlaunched neuclear weapon, Designated ICBM..."

"A Nuke? Are you mad?!"

"A Swift end must be brought to this perdiciment!"

"You're a MAD MAN!"

Enclave FOB

"Jesus Tit-fucking Christ!" Stated Travis, keeping his eyes fixed on the truck infront of them.

"Stay frosty..." Said Theo

"Affirmative..."
 
Fairchild Airforce Base

"Me want for dinner; Woman! You make!" Growled a large orange mutant, to his human counterpart.

"Make it yourself you big oaf!" snapped the human

"One of These days, Lois! Bang-Zoom... Striaght to moon!"

"Brilliant... Who the fuck are you now? Jackie Gleason?"

"I Am Korg! Bringer of music! Protector of lord DESTRUCTO!"

"Riiiiight...." let the female with a sigh

"Hail Korg!" Shouted a distant voice

the large mutant turns quickly, with a bewildered look on his face. "Hail Jambi!"

Jambi stood at five-nine, his skin - leathery and burnt; toned in putrid chartruce. his nose had fell off years before, and but two teeth remained. the top of his skull was exposed, and appeared to have been polished. His torso covered by a black leather jacket, and legs covered by thick canvace utility pants. his eyes consealed by Vault-Tech goggles. in his hands, gripped tightly was a Chicago Typewriter, the bolt back, and safety off.

Trailing him were two other ghouls, both armed with Remmington Widdowmaker Shotguns; both barrels loaded

At the end of the group was a human, clad in T-51 Powerarmor; on the left shoulder was a clear immage of an american flag. in his hands were a 14mm Sig Saur pistol.

He haulted, as did the ghoulish company. "Squad! Dismissed!" Shouted the Tb-51 clad human. the ghouls obey.

"Korg! Front and Center!" Shouted the soldier

"McCandless Is Friend of Korg!" shouted korg, running into place.

"Where is Grant?" he asked the mutant

"Grant work on gun ship. He make work!"

"Good enough, Korg."

"Grant good at makeing big airbugs work."

"That he his... back to your post, Korg."

The soldier turns towards the hanger bays, and begins to walk towards the large hangers, that had seemed to have been untoutched by time and space.

The opened doors revieled a strange sight - a rusted over Commanche Gunship, being refurbished by a crew that seemed to be predominantly ghoulish.

The Bluffs

The shooter lay still, his heart pounding; the smell of death enveloped the bluffs. miles away the vertibird floated, the sharpshooter's eyes were focused by the armor's HUD and Optical assistants.

"PooSH!" dirt kicked only inches from the shooter's head.

The man stood, and began to run for cover.

"PFFSH!" Dirt kicked next to his leg
 
Out of Line

Soon the line of trucks had left the Enclave staging ground several miles behind and was well out of range of the turrets. Lenny, his truck bringing up the rear, pulled to the side and slowed to a halt. "Now we wait a bit," he said.

A minute later, a voice came on the radio: "This is the convoy leader to the last truck in line. Why did you stop?"

"We've experienced a mechanical failure," Lenny replied, ready with the explanation. "Shouldn't take us too long to fix it and get back on the road."

"We're not going to wait for you, you know."

"That's okay. You go on ahead, and we'll catch up." The voice just grunted, and the call was disconnected. "That takes care of that," said Lenny. He waited a few more minutes until the other trucks had gotten far away to the south, then shifted his truck back into gear. He swung around wide to the west for a few miles, then headed north again towards Vault City, giving the Enclave base a wide berth.
 
Red Bluffs and Anthills

The vertibird floats effortlessly, as the sniper takes aim once more. the enormous shell being dwarfed by the weapon its self, and a comically large scope. The shooter on the bluffs now out of sight. the Enclave sniper switches to thermal; however the ambiant heat easily hides the shooter. "Pilot... Bring us around... quickly.... maintain this distance though."

"Shit!" shouts the shooter, hiding behind a boulder. he checks is weapon, and begins to analyze the situation. The bluffs themselves appear to be clear of hostiles; however the air isn't clear. On the south end was a small hole in the ground, that appeared to tunnel. the rest of the area offered little cover from airborne targets. the faint sound of the beating of propellers was apparent in the distance. he began to monkey crawl towards the tunnel, attempting to move slowly enough to avoid detection.

BELOW

"*HISSSSS!!!!*" shouts one of the critters. the redemption began to file through the ravine, in no discernible order. In their hands, various blunt, or sharp objects; scrap metal, knives, clubs - objects that could easily stab, or bludgeon. their eyes were bloodshot, with a yellow tinge; and faces whistles. Some of the critters bared massive wounds, others- small bites; however all of them had one thing in mind - Kill -
 
New Reno

- The Appartment Complex -

Nai sits on the floor, as meg paces the room, fidgeting with her hands. "He's been gone for a while" said nai, subduing her tears; her voice taking a morose tone.

"Just wait a little longer. I'm sure he'll be back." Meg said, stopping her pacing.

"He's such an ass." Nai said aloud, pushing a tear aside.

"I could have told you that one" meg muttered.

-Commercial Row-

Josh enters new reno arms, and walks straight to the counter. Edgar stares him down. "What the fuck do you want, josh."

"Gimme a gun" he said

"What the fuck do you need a gun for, ya' fuckin' rat?!"

"Giant rat problem... the little fuckers are reproducing"

"Well... " said Edgar. "How about this sweet little .40 piece? only 750 coins" he said, presenting a handgun

"Perfect" Josh said

- The Apartment -

"I think he's shooting up again" said nai

"Probably..." said meg.

"Do you think he's coming back?"

"Do you want him to?"

- Bar -

Jim and skeet walk side by side, away from the now burning bar. Jim's 12 gauge gripped firmly in his hands, and skeet carrying the coinage. A crowd of streetwalkers, dealers, and bystanders stare at the two. Jim stops, as does skeet. Jim scans the people, and Racks his remmington 870. he straightens his back, and begins to speak

"You all better fuckin' steer clear of the bishop joint; Or you'll get lit-up like the three bishop fuckers in that bar... And if any of you motherfuckers see that bishop cunt; or her retarded inbred son; Tell 'em that Jim's out for their blood... Now Scram, before I start droppin' Bodies."

- North of the Den -

A technical struggles over difficult terrain, the .50 cal. MAAW Deux roaring at fast moving targets. the bodies falling to the ground, as the high powered rounds cut through their flesh like butter. trailing behind the technical is a buggy, three armed men, and a driver do their best to knock targets down. The men were not brotherhood, but NCR ranger. they were among the few, only 24 that were spared for the defense of the Den. The Technical lead the way, south. in between the two rangers in the back of the buggy was a box of TNT. The objective of the runs; Gorilla style hit and run tactics. As they negotiated the terrain, one of the rear gunners withdrew a cigarette, and lipped it. fallowed by grabbing a red stick from the box. with a zippo, he lights the TNT, and in turn, lights his cigarette with the TNT. Lobbing it over his shoulder, he taps the drivers shoulder, signaling the explosives. the passenger looks over his shoulder, to watch - as the redemption swarms over the explosive. with a loud BOOM, he watches as twelve of the bastards are blown to bits, and five more are knocked to the ground.

he then opens up with his assault rifle, knocking two more, down - permanently.
 
The Den

"I swear to god, he fucking grew wings and flew off!"
"Don't be telling us this bullshit, we have more important things to do!"

The truck had been completely emptied of its weapons and ammunition, taken by anyone who could use a weapon.

A red drop fell onto the head of a child, who looked up, seeing a small black dot in the sky. The dot changed its direction, now headed straight down toward The Den.

A man lowered his binoculars, after getting a close look at the dot, it looked round, tapering at one end, He thought for a moment, "A missle?" He looked back up at the object, which streaked into and out of view of the binoculars in less than half a second. He turned around, "A missle!"

"A fucking missle? What the hell!"
"The Enclave?"
"Get back! Get back now!"

It streaked closer and closer to the ground as people ran. One person looked back as it was about to hit the ground, but instead of an explosion, there was just a loud, "FWUMP!" and a large cloud of dust rose. A single black feather slowly fluttered down onto the ground as the dust began to clear, showing Omega, crouching, his wings outstretched to his side, just enough to keep them off the ground. He slowly stood, his wings lowering as he did so. He stepped towards the truck and opened one of the rear passenger doors. He opened the back seat, showing a secondary cargo area. He grasped an all-black AK-47 and a black duffel bag. He closed the door then looked around, then jumped, flapping his wings as he flew east.

The arches of his feet touched down on the railing of the perch, behind Gabe. He crouched as he extended his wings outward to help him balance. He looked at the vast expanse of Redemption. He spoke quietly, only enough for Gabe to barely hear him, "Oh...This is going to be a lot of fun."
An evil smirk slowly crossed his lips, "A lot of fun..."
 
(My apologies for the breifness of this post. I was just bored.)


The duffel bag fell and the AK-47 clicked as it was switched from safe to semi-auto, "Let's see if I'm as good as I used to be."
He pressed the stock of the rifle to his shoulder, looking down over the crowd. He aimed his rifle straight forward then fired. He saw one of them drop from far off, and he smirked, and began singing, "I see trees of green..."
The rifle cracked again, another one dropping, "Red roses, too..."
Another dropped, "I see 'em bloom..."
Three quick shots, each finding their target, "For me and for you...And I think to myself..."
Another one hit the ground, blood pouring from a wound in it's head, "What a wonderful world..."
 
Fill 'er Up

OOC- That's okay, and it was a cool post. I'm sorry for the delay in posting, but now I'm back. After this post, Stompie's characters in the Vault City area will be back in town and with fuel for their bird, so they can fly off to the Den any time they're ready. Feel free to move the clock forward to evening and have them arrive there. I have nothing planned for my characters before that time.

IC-
Lenny drove the Enclave truck with its precious cargo of jet fuel back to what was left of Vault City. The jumpy guards almost opened fire on it until he got on the radio and told them who he was. The vertichick had already returned and landed, the pilot standing outside of it awaiting them.

Lenny pulled up by the landing pad, stopped the truck, and got out. He removed the helmet of his Advanced Power Armor, revealing his ugly ghoulish mug. "Well, you're all set," he says. "There's enough fuel in the back of this truck to fill your bird's tanks and then some. You can load extra barrels aboard. I'm sure it'll be needed for the defense of the Den, and we have no use for it here at Vault City with no other aircraft remaining. As for me, I've got a lot of wounded to get back into shape, and there will be a lot of work for all of us digging everyone out of the Vault and rebuilding the city. I wish you guys the best of luck...you're sure going to need it!"
 
the den

"That damn time again?" responded Gabe under his breath. he slings the flamer, and withdraws the vindicator minigun.

quickly strapping the weapon to his wrist, the mutant begins to unleash hell on the incoming runners; leveling the assailants. his well leathered face expresses little but determination... and strangely some form of remorse.

The weapon beltches 4.5 caseless rounds down range, each fourth round a bright tracer.

One of the runners was caught at the kneecaps, removing his shins. another caught about the chest and face, leaving little but puree.

"Reminds me of the war!" shouts gabe over the gunfire.

Vault City

Theo and Travis were met by the old bastard. "Where's squib?" asked Theo.

"Poor kid's all fucked up. Flippin' out too. Guess he's never had to kill someone."

"Can't say I blame him" said Travis.

"Day ain't over. Its time to mount up" said the leader.

"Well shit. Its just about time to fuck the pooch. Head back to the FOB and resupply. maybe rangle up another chick. ETA to the den should be three hours." Said Theo
 
Homecoming

"I think you'll be wasting your time if you head back to that base," said Lenny as he helped unload the fuel from the back of the truck. "Everything of value that was portable was already hauled out by the Enclave in those other trucks, and I'm sure they've blown up everything they couldn't bring with 'em. Besides, it sounds like the Den needs immediate relief, and every second counts. Maybe you can salvage some stuff from the battlefield here while the fuel is pumping, though. All those dead Enclave guys had some pretty high-tech weapons, and ammo for 'em to boot. Not to mention the stuff our own guys who got geeked had. Help yourselves to whatever you can find. We've got plenty of supplies in the Vault for ourselves. I mean, that's what it's for, right? If there's nothing else and you gents'll excuse me, I've gotta go back to the med lab and see to my patients."
 
Vault City

"Gotcha!" Said Theo. "Think we should gather some ammo though. We're going to need all the Ammo we can get."

The three began to rifle through the corpses gathering ammunition for small arms, and high tech weapons, piling the weapons for assortment.

The Den

As Riflemen began to scramble towards the East wall, Gabe continues to riddle the enemy with lead, hosing them down. "Just like Old Times, Eh?".

"These fuckers are quick though. Shit!" he said, watching one take a running jump, and smashing into the wall, after being riddled with bullets, mid air.

"I think I need a bigger gun..."

Reno

Jim and Skeeter begin their urban hike towards the Bishop Casino.
"Ever get that... Pre Slaughter feeling?" asked Jim.

"This is crazy man." responded skeet.

"A-yep" responded Jim.

They were stopped in their tracks in front of a dilapidated apartment complex, by the chatter of automatic fire, coming from across the street. The ground crackles around them. Jim takes a running jump through a window, and skeet fallows closely.

In the room were two females, one taking cover on the ground, and the other running to the back room.

"What the fuck!" shouted the shorter female on the ground

"Stay Down!" shots skeet.

Jim presses his back against the wall, withdrawing his shotgun.

Skeet shuffles through his bag, looking for his firearm.

"This is bad!" shout skeet. "Real bad!" he adds

"Calm down. Remember San Fran?" responded Jim calmly, Firing blindly from the window, with the pump action shotgun.

The automatic fire rips through the air, finding no mark.

The short female begins to sob, curling up in the fetal position, and the taller one returns with an old .38 revolver. she charges in, taking cover next to Jim.

"Does this always happen in the neighborhood?!" shouts jim over the gunfire.

"Sometimes your number comes up!" Responds Meg, the tall slender female.

"We're Pinned Real good!" Shouts Skeet.

"Yep!" Responds Meg

"Well Shit!" Shouts Jim, as the shooter(s) rain hell on the apartment.

"Just Sit tight! Wait for the fuckers to show themselves! Send 'Em to hell!" Shouts Meg.

"I'm Jim, By the way!" he shouts, shifting his focus to her.

"Meg" She says bluntly.
 
A Woman's Work Is Done

Junior Knight Julie Staley spaced out for a second while staring at her screen, then snapped out of it. She was utterly, completely exhausted after her long and eventful double shift. It was only at that point that she realized that she had stayed five minutes beyond the end of her shift, having lost track of time.

"That's it for me," she mumbled, suppressing a yawn. Her voice slurred slightly as she spoke. "I'm going to sleep for 32 hours...or years." She groggily stood up.

"I'll take over your station for you, ma'am," said Initiate Lisa Parks.

"Thanks." Julie staggered over to the elevator and took it down to the underground level, then navigated through the corridors entirely on autopilot, without a conscious thought. The door to her quarters slid open as she approached. Her vision was already getting fuzzy. She somehow found her bed and collapsed on top of it, falling asleep instantly.
 
Hey there folks I was wondering if I could join in on your RP as a minor character in the Reno area. My character would be a seasoned trapper. Kind of a CQB guy with a bit of wilderness wilyness thrown in. I'll check back later to see whats up.
 
The sun was beating down in the little canyon that held a stream and an assortment of shrubs. In the middle of this scene is Zeke. He had been walking the wastes for damn near what seemed like two weeks since he had left the NCR. He had done what came naturally down to him from the generations of his forefathers and hit the dust when society had started to collapse around them. With the NCR threatening secession and redemption running rampant now seemed to be as good a time as any.

Zeke finished drinking his fill before refilling and capping his canteen and looking out to the north through the exit of the canyon he was in. The city of New Reno loomed about a days travel away. It had been the best choice at the time as all rumors had hinted that redemption hadn't hit the city as hard as any other.

Perhaps he would open a tannery and sell fine gecko pelts when he got there. A trader had told him to seek out the Bishop family when he got there so that he could figure out all of the red tape to get himself set up, seeing as they supposedly ran the place.

And so Zeke began to place one foot in front of the other and continued his journey northward.


Character Bio
Name-Zeke Brinnan
Height-5'7" Weight- 165 lbs. Eyes-Hazel Hair-Brown(combed back)

Zeke is a purebred survivalist. His forefathers had each seen it necessary to pass down the skills of tinkering, trapping, survival, and good old fashioned dirty brawling. Zeke doesn't exactly dwarf any opposition with his athletic 5'7" frame weighing a good 165 pounds, but what he lacks in sheer bulk he makes up for in sheer cussedness, wilyness and determination. He wears a pair of well worn Levi's and steelcapped workboots with a plain white T shirt and a pair of black leather work gloves. Zeke's armaments consist of a rather heavy spanner dangling on his workbelt for close in work, and an acient but well kept thompson slung over one shoulder. Zeke's forefathers had been known to tinker up improvised weaponry and Zeke is no exception. In a hefty bandoleer rest 8 nail grenades, and there nay be a suprise or two hidden elsewhere.

For now I intend to have Zeke get to Reno to join in the bishop fight and do some RPing beforehand. Please PM me if you have any plot subtleties you don't want breached or anything I should know about.
 
(I'm bringing in a new character, template at end of post.)

BOS Bunker, The Den.


The door to the science lab shut as Paladin Novus entered. A scribe looked to him, "Why Paladin Novus, what brings you here."

"Steel Pride. Status report."
"We've only achieved getting the voice module to work."
"We need it ready in four hours."
"But sir-"
"If it's not ready in four hours, there's a good chance that this outpost, along with The Den, will be overrun. We cannot let that happen Lawrence."
"But getting Steel Pride fully operational in four hours would be almost impossible."
"Almost impossible. Now listen, do whatever you need to to get it working."
"But-"
"No buts Lawrence. It needs to be operational. I don't give a fuck about what you need to do to get it operational, just do it."
"Sir-"
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, but-"
"Lawrence, do I make myself clear?!"
"...Yes sir."

Novus walked out of the science lab and closed the door. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, his hands moving to his head.

________________________________________________________




Character name- Dayton Novus
Age- 28
Place of Birth- Junktown.

Features- Dayton is about six foot tall with messy short black hair. He also has heterochromia, causing his right eye to be green and his left to be grey.

Attitude- Dayton has many faces, one if which being a harsh commander, another being a relaxed soldier, trying his best to make it in the wasteland. He is also very determined, doing almost anything to achieve what he believes in, regardless of the consequences.

Backround- Until the age of 16, Dayton never dreamed of living anywhere else than Junktown. One day out hunting, however, he came across a battle between the Brotherhood of Steel and a band of super-mutants. The Brotherhood won the battle losing none of their own, from that moment on, Dayon's life was never the same.
He joined the Brotherhood at 16, at that point being more of a servant to the Brotherhood. At 20 he acheived the rank of Knight, at 22 Senior Knight, and at 24 Paladin. Shortly after becoming Paladin, he and a small group of knights headed east, to D.C.
After spending three years in D.C., Dayton made the decision to return west to his family, so he set out alone, with only 30 days of supplies.
During the 53 day journey, he encountered many obstacles, ghouls, super mutants, raiders, as well as becoming afflicted with severe radiation poisoning, as well as going partially insane from isolation.
He returned The Den, barely alive, and literally dragging himself to the gate.
After his arrival the Elder of the Den outpost recognized Dayton's determination and drive, and he was given control of the Den outpost.
However, he only returned five days ago, and is still recovering from the injuries as well as the radiation poisoning, unsure of the battle ahead.
 
(Sorry for the double-post.)


Dayton opened his eyes and sighed.

The door to the bunker opened and Dayton stepped out. He looked around, people chattering about something, but not the way they would if there was a swarm of ferals running toward their home. He walked to a man and tapped him on his shoulder, "What's going on?"
Dayton's question was responded with a perplexed look and a shrug. Dayton sighed then continued walking, then stopped in mid step, looking down at the ground. He slowly crouched, picking up a black feather. He slowly began to rotate it between his fingers, then stopped, rotating it the other way. He dropped the feather then stood. He watched the feather tumble in the wind, occasionally being hit by the sun, causing it to glitter. He looked around then something caught his eye.


"James!"

The winged man lowered his rifle, slowly turning around on the railing he was standing on. A smiled crossed James' lips as he brushed the silver hair out of his eyes, "Ah, Paladin. Nice to see you're awake."
Dayton stared at James. James sighed, his smile fading, "It's not like I caused countless deaths of the Brotherhood. I saw what you did there. Nice bladework."
"That isn't what this is about. I'm not saying you killed anyone. I'm just saying you enabled their deaths. Did you know what you were being offered?"
"Give me a second to get down there."
James kept standing on the rail. He slowly began to lower his wings. He looked down and his wings began to lower faster, but no avail. The railing under him collapsed and he landed face down in the dirt. Dayton smirked as James rose, then used his wings to brush himself off.
"So, as you were saying. Paladin, no initiate, knight, not even senior knight. Just Paladin. As far as I can recall, that hasn't happened."
"Then why didn't you accept?"
"Not for me. I wouldn't want to go the same thing every day, just to go back to the same thing."
"Someone wanted you dead."
Dayton looked at the three circular scars on James' chest, one on his heart, and two on either side.
"You would have been dead if you were human."
"So, why are you talking to me?"
"... You're good. We may need your help..."

"He's with me."
Dayton and James walked through the halls, James attracting all sorts of looks. The two reached the science lab, then entered.
The scribes seemed stunned at James. Dayton walked to a shut window, "Open it."
Lawrence looked to Dayton, "But it's top secret."
"He's with us. Trust me."
A few moments passed, then Lawrence turned to his computer. Soon, the large window slowly began to open. James walked next to Dayton, "New paint job?"
"Nope. I sent the schematics from the Citadel."
"So, where do I come in?"
"As for status, voice module is operational."
"What else?"
"...The voice module."
"I might be able to get it done in a week."
"Cool, you got four hours."
Dayton smirked and walked out of the science lab. James looked back through the window.
 
Been a long time Wastelanders...

(It feels good to be home. It's been a long time and after being away for so long I had no idea where this story would be, or if it remained at all. I never thought the story would continue for this long and be enriched by so many great writers with so many great ideas.
I really want to thank all of you for bringing your own interesting writing styles and characters to a story that when I started, took a while to gather steam.
To those of you who have continued to post and to those that are new I want to thank all of you. In my absence you have made the story your own and taken it to a place i never fathomed it would go.
Thank you all for participating and keeping this thread and these characters alive!)
 
Playing Catch-up

(I am currently reading through the thread playing catch-up. So it may be a few days or even a week before I can post. But, I am here to stay :) )
 
On the Trail

(OOC- Welcome back, Trag! Thanks for your compliments, and I've really enjoyed writing for Systematic Annihilation. I'll try to post more frequently to keep things moving. This is a good time to rejoin our main cast...)

IC-
The small group that had escaped from Vault City had bypassed what was left of it far to the west. They were unaware of its ultimate fate, but they knew that its chances were abysmally low and they could not afford to run into any Enclave forces still in the area. Amy led the way onwards as the sun sank low in the sky. When they were several miles southwest of the remains of Vault City, she finally picked up the trail.

"They took Rachel this way, all right," she said. "These tracks are about a day old, and they're heading for New Reno."

"How many sets of tracks do you see?" asked Sergeant Stark, his brow creasing.

"Only two, but don't be alarmed by that. Stone and O'Hara must be carrying her - maybe even in the same ammo crate they used to smuggle her out of the Vault. They're not going to let anything happen to Rachel. Without her, they don't get paid. Worse, they'll get dead. Bishop doesn't take kindly to people who don't live up to their end of the deal."

"Yeah, we'll catch up to those Rachel-napping scum," said Eldon, patting Stark on the back while walking beside him and Jack. "We'll get her back safe and sound."

"And when we do, I'll kill those mercs."

"Hey, I wanna kill them too," said Spike as he limped along.

Stark shot him a look of fury. "You're lucky you're not joining them. You still could..."

"Okay, okay! Look, how about if we each kill one of them?" Stark continued to bore virtual holes in Spike with his eyes. "Kidding! I'm just trying to lighten the mood here."

"It'll be good to see some action again, sir," said Angus.

"I appreciate your eagerness, Senior Initiate," said Benjamin Kent, "but fighting is not something to be relished or sought out. There will be plenty coming our way without us having to go looking for it."

Myron trudged along silently, the weight of his pack heavy on his back.

Just as the sun was setting, Amy led the group to an abandoned farm. "The tracks lead here, into the farmhouse," she said. "There's almost no chance they're still here, but let's be careful checking it out."

The Steel Knights swept the perimeter to make sure the area was clear, and then the group encircled the house and looked inside. It was deserted, and the first thing they noticed was the ammo crate and strips of duct tape lying beside it in the living room.

"They must have let her out of the crate at this point," said Amy. "I guess they thought she wouldn't strike out on her own in the middle of nowhere. Guess they don't know her very well."

"You think she escaped?" asked Stark hopefully.

"It's possible. Let's find out how they left this place." She led the way back outside and found more tracks near the outhouse. "There was a struggle here." She pointed out the broken board. "There are three sets of footprints heading off into the woods, also a day old." She looked up at the sky. "It's starting to get dark, but I'm good enough to follow the trail at night."

"If Rachel's out there on her own, we've got to find her! And if they got her back, it's even more urgent that we do."

"Whatever happened here happened a day ago," said Myron. "We're not going to do her any good traipsing around the woods at night. We need our shuteye, and this farm is as good a place as any to get it. We can pick up the trail again in the morning."

"No, we have to keep moving!" insisted Stark. "They've got too much of a headstart on us!"

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Craig Stone and Caitlin O'Hara entered the cave, carrying Rachel between them, still bound in duct tape. The walk had been exhausting, but they had covered a lot of ground and were now over one-fifth of the way to New Reno. The small cave made an adequate shelter for the night. They set their captive down on her side at the back of the cavern. Caitlin got a fire started, while Craig Stone sat beside Rachel and took out a water flask. He unscrewed the cap and stuck the opening in the corner of her mouth, letting the fluid drip slowly down her parched throat.

"Unh..." moaned Rachel, still woozy from the sedatives and only semi-conscious. The water felt soothing, but the presence of the man giving it to her was almost unbearable. She groaned and turned her head away when he brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Feeling better, Rachel?" he asked. She weakly shook her head. "Come on, don't be like that." He took some jerky out of his pack. "Here, chew on this. You've got to eat."

"Maybe...I'd...rather die..." she managed.

"Oh, I don't think so. Not you. Even now you're plotting how you can escape from us. Well, I'll tell you right now that you can't. That won't stop you from thinking you can, though, and you're going to need your strength for whatever foolishness you've got planned. So eat up." He stuck the jerky in her mouth. Rachel reluctantly began to chew, her eyes blazing at him with bottled rage.
 
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