Fallout RP- Systematic Annihilation

Always Darkest Before the Dawn

(Actually, Angela Bishop declared herself acting mayor only a few days ago, it just feels like longer because the battle at Vault City has been going on for so long in real time, yet it all took place in a single day. She wouldn't give an inaugural address until after the election, which is still months away. I may provide an opportunity for Jimmy to take his shot before that, but for now there are more things I want her to do.)

Halle Richter set her vertibird down in an open area in the ruins of Vault City. She had changed the codes and reprogrammed the computer so that the instruments would give the correct readouts, but for now she still relied only on her own hands and eyes. She got out and rocketed over to Rex.

"Sir!" she said, saluting. "We have a problem." She told him about her discovery. "I recommend that, first of all, we change all of our encryption keys."

"Good idea," he said. "This will cut us off from contact with our spies inside the Vault, but I haven't heard anything from them since early in the battle anyway. They've probably been caught."

"Maybe one of them talked, and that's how our system was cracked. Or perhaps we have a traitor. We also have to consider the possibility that the Amgine cryptosystem itself has been broken."

"But it's unbreakable! There are so many possible permutations that it would take forever for a supercomputer to crack the code."

"That Myron's a clever one, though, sir. He could have found a shortcut. Using all of the Vault's computers working together, he might have done it. The only truly unbreakable code is a one-time pad. We should start using them to communicate with our agents in the future."

"Okay. Let's change all of our encryption keys in the meantime. If they hack us again, we'll know if the cryptosystem is compromised."

Deep in the Vault, Harold reacted with dismay as he listened to the Enclave's communications. "I think they realized we hacked their system," he said. "All of their transmissions just turned to gibberish. They must have changed their codes."

"That means we can't hear what they're up to any more," said Eldon. "Of course, we couldn't when the battle started, either."

In Jack's quarters, Amy sat up next to him in bed and lit a cigarette. She stretched her arms and sighed. "That was fantastic!" she said. "I'm so glad I didn't kill you back at Devil's Canyon."

"That makes two of us," said Jack with a grin.

"I never thought I'd be able to feel this way again." When Jack looked at her questioningly, she went on. "Yup, you're not my first love. His name was Dave. He taught me everything I know about bounty hunting. I was his partner, and it soon became more than that."

"What happened?"

Amy fought back the anger and sorrow she felt at the memory. "Redemption happened." She puffed on her cigarette to calm herself. "We were out tracking down a childkiller when this guy crept up behind Dave and bit him. I put the man down, but it was too late. Dave was infected, and there was nothing that could be done. The serum hadn't been invented yet. All I could do was be with him, watching while Redemption took him over. I had to tie him down towards the end. Finally, the disease won and he snapped his bonds like they weren't there. He came right at me." Amy broke down in tears. "I had to kill him. The only man I ever loved...until now."

Jack embraced Amy, patting her on the back and letting her cry on his shoulder. "It's okay, Amy. Let it out."

"The Enclave's gotta pay for what they did!"

"They will. We're going to get through this."

Amy felt less afraid in Jack's arms, but she still couldn't help trembling. Their situation seemed hopeless. She yawned, utterly exhausted. Then she stubbed out her cigarette and cried herself to sleep in Jack's arms.
 
(Noted and Edited. I figgured differently, bechause of the travel time from new reno to vault city. Was that by vertibird- or foot? Any edits involve ignorance of the gang colapse, or angela's wherabouts.)

Skeet stood, looking in the direction which he had herd the sound.

"What is it?" asked Jim.

"Footsteps" said Skeeter

At that, Jimmy reached into the pack that sat beside him, pressed against his leg, and withdrew a 10mm Pistol, that was loaded with Armor Piercing rounds. Mounted to the side of the weapon, over the trigger guard, was an LED Flashlight. He toutched the trigger with his index finger- as he did so - the light flaired. Jim stood, the weapon in hand. He allowed his trigger finger to slip out of the trigger guard- the light remined on.

Fallowing Jim's example, Skeeter redied his weapon. a .44 Revolver, loaded with Jacketed Hallow Points. He pulled the hammer back with his thumb. The weapon was older than the ghoul his self. He was an old timer - at 152 years young. The weapon was maintained endlessly by the ghoul, who had taken up an obsessive state of weapon maintainance. The pistol had been modified heavelly. The sights were raised, and angled, giving near precision accurasy, suiting the shooter. The curved pistol grip had been replaced with a molded polymer grip, that fited the hand of the shooter perfectally. a three inch barrel extintion, feturing a muzzle break, and compensation had been added - this allowed faster, more accurate fire, and added to the weapons effective range.

Jim listened. He could veaugely hear the steps, beyond the crackeling of the fire. they were a shuffle- that which was similar to the drunken stumble of a NCR Barfly. He walked in the direction of the foot steps, the LED Light pointed in that very direction - though nothing was visable. Skeet fallowed jim, leaving the fire to burn, unattended. Jim had also left the bozaar, laying next to the fire, where he had sat.


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Yogi Maxon entered the brotherhood War room, along with the high elders, of the brotherhood. They sat arround the round table. Arround the table, were 13 seats. The elders promplty sat arround the table, and awaited Maxon to begin the meeting.

"We all know why we're here tonight. Lets get down to business."
said maxon

"The destruction of Redding is grim news. The probeing team Did meet resistance, Though from one of our own. Also Four survivors, including one Enclave soldier were pulled from redding. Team Scimitar is en-route to The Den." said yogi. The elders remained silent, taking in the information.

"We have credible intel that Redemption is heading north of redding, Where they will attack The Den, Klamath Falls, and Arroyo. We have suffecient time to organize a defince of The den. though we will have more time to prepare a defince for Klamath."


(Mr.Handy - would you like a hand in this?)
 
Once More Into the Breach; 5 Characters in Search of an Exit

(Thanks. Yes, the trip from New Reno to Vault City was by VertiChicks, the mini-vertibirds uziel introduced. The group arrived a few days before the battle. Had they gone on foot, the trip would have taken five days. It actually takes longer than this in Fallout 2, though it's a safe bet that Amy would have the Pathfinder perk. So would Craig Stone, incidentally.

I was just about to write a segment involving Yogi Maxson and the Brotherhood's leadership, so this works out very well. I'll write some for them, though you should probably write the action at the Den since the only characters there are ones you've introduced. EDIT: And Ramses, Carib FMJ's character.)

Yogi Maxson surveyed the Brotherhood's war room in the bunker beneath NCR. For the duration of the peace negotiations this had become a sort of temporary headquarters, almost as important as the original bunker in Lost Hills. "Hmm," he said, scratching his wrinkled head. "Four survivors there were in Redding. One a former Enclave soldier. Most interesting. What of the other three?"

"The others were not from Redding either," said Lord Paladin Jackson. "There's an NCR Ranger, a super mutant, and...a small child."

"A child, you say? And not from Redding. From where could it have come?"

"I do not know, High Elder. Team Scimitar also reports they've taken a couple of casualties. What are your orders?"

"Hold the line we must! Stop the Redemption hordes before they destroy the Den. Tell Team Scimitar to deploy there and prepare a defense. The pilot can use his vertibird to assault the enemy from a safe distance. Without Enclave soldiers, they have no defense from the air."

Jackson nodded. "A good idea, sir. I will relay your orders."

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"There's got to be a way out," said Myron, examining the Vault schematics.

"There is," said Harold. "Unfortunately, we can't use it without being detected." He looked at the battle on the monitor. "There's now a vertibird hovering over the battlefield. I guess the Enclave must have fixed one."

Eldon nodded. "We can't access its computers any more, either," he said. "They did change the codes."

"With that bird up there, we sure can't come out anywhere near Vault City," said Sergeant Stark. "We'd be spotted in an instant. Not only would we be creamed, but the Enclave would find a faster way into the Vault and bypass our carefully laid traps."

"It's a good thing they haven't looked for another way in," said Harold. "The Enclave has superior numbers and technology, so they rarely have a subtle thought. They just rely on brute force to get the job done, like trying to punch through the Vault door instead of finding a faster way in. It can be effective sometimes, but it sure isn't efficient."

"We can't shoot the vertibird down, either," said Valerie. "All our laser turrets are destroyed, and the APCs have all been wrecked or immobilized - and we can't get into their computers anyway. The only ally we have out there is Alex, and he's got his hands full fighting the enemy commander. They're still going at it!"

"Hey, what's this?" said Eldon, pointing at a blue line on the map on Harold's computer screen.

"That's the underground stream that feeds Vault City," said Harold. "One of our computers uses a Water Chip to purify it and make it safe for drinking. Almost two centuries and the thing hasn't had to be replaced once, though we've got boxes of them in storage."

"Notice how it's right next to this air vent here?"

"Note the scale. There's two feet of solid rock between them."

"Two feet of empty space once Amy gives it a few zaps with her negative-energy weapon!"

Harold brightened. "That's it!" He scrolled the map north, then zoomed out to reveal the surrounding countryside. "The water flows in through a massive cave system. If you follow it upstream, it will come out here." He pointed at a spot on the map about a quarter of the way from Vault City to Gecko.

"But that's too far, and in the wrong direction!" said Stark. "We'd lose a whole day just getting there and back. What about Rachel?"

"Amy's an expert tracker," said Eldon. "She can probably make up the time on the way. And even if those nozzles get Rachel to New Reno ahead of us, there may be a little time before the wedding. We can still save her. Do you have a better idea?"

"Yes! We stay. We fight. We win."

"After that elevator shaft trap we're going to set up blows, the shaft will be clogged with debris. We don't have enough micro fusion cells for Amy to blast through all of it. especially considering how many we'll use in the fight. It'll take at least a day to dig ourselves out, maybe longer. And what if we don't win? What good will we do Rachel then?"

"We have time to decide," said Harold. "You guys really should get some sleep while you can. It's going to be another long day."
 
Schrike continued over the high mountain desert, He could see the redemption below the horizon. The entire hored was a Gaggel of sitting ducks. He depressed the key, on the Squawk Box "Lookey-Lookey. Redemption at our 12. Any one up for some target shooting?" Schrike said, over the loud speaker. Kagel rushed to the cockpit, taking the Copilot's seat. She dawned the copilot's visor, this granted her inhanced vision modes, such as infered, therman, and offerd magnifiaction for all three spectrems. She enguaged the magnification. The subjects seemed to be sprinting north east, heading for the Den. Schrike turned his head to Kagel "Whats the Call sarge? Keep going, or engage?"

Kagel took a moment, looking at the infected, waiting for a more odvious answer. "Get in close. We need to be sure. If we're positive, we Attack. Their's the possibility that their refugees" Schrike took a moment, and responded "Alright, How do you want to approach?" schrike asked Kagel "Low and fast" she said, as she stood, removing the visor. She then walked back into the troop compartment.

"Listen Up!" Kagel said "We're coming up on a large group of unidentified. I don't know if their the enemy, or Refugees, fleaing from redding. If they are infact redemption, then we will engage. I need two sets of hands to operate the Door Miniguns. in either event, we're heading low and fast. If you'r not buckled in already, do so now." Kagel finished, and turned back to the cockpit. At that, her radio crackled

* * *

"Requesting Sitrep" said dispatch

Kagel then responded "Rodger - One wounded, One dead. We have the shooter - he is one Jamison Lathow, Exiled brotherhood paliden, We also have apprehended one Private Johnathen Watters - He's Enclave. And Three others - A Ranger, Supermutant, and Child."

"Rodger that, What is your current heading?" asked Dispatch.

"The Den" kagel said.

"Rodger that. Paliden lord Jackson is requesting your counsel."

"Patch him through" she said. That was fallowed by a crackle, and then the sound of Jackson's voice.

"Paliden Kagel. " He said, fallowed by "We have confermation that you are currently heading for the Den. Is this correct?" asked jackson

"Yes, Sir" She said, Half expecting her rank to be pulled.

"It appears that your two steps ahead of the game, so to speak. "

This was met by a sigh of reliefe, on the part of kagel.

Jackson continued. " The high elders, Yogi Maxon, and myself have consoled eachother. We found it wise, to deploy Your team, to the Den. Team Scimitar is to create a defince for the Den, while you still have time. "

Kagel turned pale "Sir. Theirs no way that we could possibly defend the Den with three active soldiers!"

Jackson then interjected "Find a way."

Kagel began to shout "Sir! We don't have enough hardware... " She quickly took a quieter tone "How many Brotherhood are posted in the den?"

"Most were diverted to Vault City, Theire are 12 active Brotherhood soldiers." said jackson.

"Can the brotherhood spare some equiptment, ant more man power for the defince?"

"I think that Navero can spair some air power, and San Fransisco can spare some of their initiates. I'm sure some Ammunition, and heavy firepower could be scavenged for this cause." Said jackson

"We will need all of the assistance we can get." said kagel.

"Remember Kagel, Failure is NOT an option. The destruction of the Den Must be stopped!"

"Rodger that... " Kagel said, she felt sick to her stomach.

"God Speed, Paliden, God Speed" Said jackson, as the radio went blank.

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Jimmy shined the light down - finding the source of the sound. the man looked up "Heey - Turrn the Fucckin Light off " the man said- his speach slurred.

Jimmy turned to Skeeter "Holy sheepshit- Its a fuckin drunk" he said, laughing. "

"I'm not a drrunk - I'm just fucckin... Fuckkin... I don't know - But- I aint fucckin drrunk"

The old drunk stumbled twards the light, walking twards jimmy

"Stey there, old timer"
 
Grander Strategy

"Team Scimitar reports it is approaching the Den," said Lord Paladin Jackson. "They've spotted a large group of people and are trying to determine if they are refugees or hostiles. I've rerouted forces from Navarro and San Francisco to the Den to meet the threat. Our bunker there only has a small garrison left." Like the other Brotherhood of Steel bunkers, the one in the Den had been expanded since the time of the last conflict with the Enclave, when it was a mere one-man outpost. "There is some time to ready defenses. The Den has a number of local gangs. Maybe they could be formed up into a makeshift militia. Though there are rivalries among them, they should unite to defend their home."

"Indeed," said Yogi Maxson. "We must stop the enemy from overrunning the Den. If it falls, swell their numbers will."

Jackson nodded. "That would make Klamath harder to defend too if that happened. I estimate that the bulk of the enemy will reach the Den in three or four days. Bombardment from the air can weaken them before they arrive. I still don't know what the Enclave could possibly be up to. There's nothing of strategic value in that direction...of course, that's it! Don't you see? This whole Redemption attack is a diversion! Their real target is somewhere else."

"Makes sense, that does. Diversion or not, protect the Den we must. What could their real target be, hmm?"

"Aside from Vault City, which reports say has already been reduced to rubble except for the Vault itself, there are only a few things the Enclave has sufficient forces to attack and be assured of victory. They could be going for Arroyo with vertibirds, like I said earlier. But that would purely be a target of vengeance. It has little strategic value.

Jackson's eyes gaped. "They're after Navarro! They knew that by attacking the Den and Klamath, we would be forced to relocate most of our forces from Navarro to defend them! If they knocked it out, we wouldn't be able to refuel our vertibirds there any more. It would cut us off from the north and leave it wide open. Plus, the Enclave could retake it and use it as their own base. They know the area well too, since it used to be theirs."

"Very clever," said Yogi, "very clever. Right you may very well be, but abandon the Den we cannot."

"The Enclave won't attack Navarro until their attack on the Den is underway, so that gives us time. They certainly don't have enough forces available to threaten San Francisco at this time. Whatever forces from there we don't commit to the Den should be sent to Navarro. San Francisco's garrison can be reinforced from Lost Hills."

"Yes, dispatch them at once. This will leave us with fewer forces in the south, though. If civil war breaks out in the Republic, vulnerable our forces will be."

"Then we have to ensure that doesn't happen."
 
Engaging now

"Sarge" said Schrike, Kagel's ears open, as she sat in the co-pilot's seat, using the headgear to get a fix on the large group of humanoid's, heading north east in mass. "What's the Call?" asked Schrike.

"We're to defend The Den." Kagel said blankly.

"We're? But.... We arent even 50% Combat effective! Theirs no way that we could possibly defend- " Schrike was cut off in the midst of his sintince

"We can do this. Paliden lord Jackson has assured me that supplies, and re-enforcements will be provided from San Fransisco, and Navaro. We can get our hands on some Rockets, Fule, and ammo, for you'r bird. Schrike, You will play a big role in the defince of The Den."

"What?" Schrike had said. he had many houers of flight experiance, though he had never flown Sotre's before.

"I want you on Straifing runs, Arround the Clock."

"Do you think I'm up to it?"

"Schrike- You are a great pilot, Don't under-estimate yourself."

"Ok, Ok. I'll do it. I mean, Its not like I have another choice, do I?"

"Well, If me exicuting you is a choice, yeah" She said, Joking with the pilot.

"Choice one it is." Schrike said.

"Good to hear, Schrike- Good to hear."
Said kagel, as she stood, turning to the cockpit.

"Listen Up!" Shouted kagel

"Us Fine brotherhood soldier's have been tasked, with the great burdon of defending The Den. Xi, You get to sit this one out. You're going back to Navaro. Mutant, and Ranger, I ask you - as wastelanders, to Take up arms, and fight against the Redemption."

"What about me?" asked Charley

"What's your name, Little boy" asked Kagel

"Charley" He said

"Well Charley, I need to get you as far away from this place as possible. You get to go with Xi."

"But... I wanna stey with Gabe..."

Gabe then interjected. "Listen, Charley, These guys will keep you safe- You'll have a bed to sleep in, good food- Much more than you could get out here. I would be a horrible person, If I didn't push you."

"But-" Said Charley

"Listen kid - You've got to go. I can't let you stey in the Den."

Charley's eyes had begun to tear. The child had grown attatched to the other's in his party, and didn't want to leave them. He fully understood the gravity of the situation - his preception was amaizing.

"I know, I know - But- It's not safe here. You will be safe at Navaro."

Charley remained silent, Crushed by this.

The compartment remained relitively silent.

"Sarge!" shouted schrike - quckly kagel rushed back into the cockpit

"What is it?"

"Look at 'em." said schrike -

Quckly - Kagel dawned the head gear- and aquired a magnified immage of the humanoids. "They aren't Human. " kagel quickly announced. She then stood, and rushed to the cabbon. "Oppen the Murder-Holes (Term for the ramp's ability to fold under the fussilage, offering an ariel gunnery platform.) , and Ready the Minnies - We've got Redemption.

"Holy - Shit" said stephan, quickly un-buckeling his self from the safty restraints, and then walked to the left Door. He quickly strapped the combat armor's intigrated harnes to the nylon lanyards, ended with steel I-hooks that would secure him in place, infront of the mini-guns. He then depressed a red button, on the door's frame. - at that, the two pieces seperated, the lower lodgeing its self under the fussilage, and the upper piece rising. A set of dual brackited minigun's swing, pressing against stephan's sturnem. He grabbed the dule grips, and dawned the piece of targeting head gear that was secured to the weapon system, by velcrow. The goggles offered inhanced vision, and a red dot sight, that was highly visable, that was provided by an Infered laser. The goggles also offered range infermation, and ammunition remaining in the hopper.

The other Murder hole remained closed. Kagel looked over her shoulder, to see that it was un-manned. She then stood, removing the co-pilot's head gear. she then approached the second door- fallowing the same procedure that stephan had. Though before gripping the handles of the dual minigun's - she keyed her Squawk Box

"Paliden Kagel to dispatch - Paliden kagel to dispatch - We have encountered a large group of redemption heading north east- twards the Den - Engageing now."
 
hey i was wondering i have just found this part of the site i havnt roleplayed before and have read your story i was wondring if i could join the story i know it is a bit late to join but i hope you could incorparate me
 
The Undersea Menace

(Trag started this thread, so you should try dropping him a PM. He's been very busy in real life lately and hasn't posted here in almost three weeks, but Stompie and I have kept the story moving in the meantime and Trag fully intends to return. Speaking for myself, I'd be glad to have you aboard. There's a lot going on the story right now, so you should come up with a character concept and think about where in the Fallout world you want to start out.)

"Roger that, Paladin Kagel," said Junior Knight Julie Staley, the Brotherhood dispatcher in Navarro. "Be advised that Lord Paladin Jackson reports that he believes the attack on the Den is an attempt to divert our forces from Navarro and leave it vulnerable to Enclave attack. That attack shouldn't happen until after the one on the Den is underway. If your wounded man recovers in time, he can join our garrison, which is being reinforced from the south. The child can't stay here, though. It isn't safe. We'll have to send him on to San Francisco. Over."

Julie checked the radar screen again, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow just below the brim of her Brotherhood combat armor's helmet. There were no indications of any Enclave forces of any size anywhere near Navarro. But Lord Paladin Jackson was seldom wrong about these things. From where could they possibly come? she wondered.

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The Pacific Ocean was completely calm below the starlit night sky. There wasn't even any wind, and the water lapped gently. Had anybody been looking, they would not have had any clue of what lurked beneath the surface.

The USS Narwhal plowed its way through the murky depths of the Pacific. The ancient nuclear submarine had accumulated two hundred years of rust, and its hull had its share of barnacles. Though it looked like a derelict or a ghost ship from the outside, the interior was kept spotlessly clean and all systems were functioning perfectly - just the way the Enclave liked it.

Captain David Jones stood in the Narwhal's radio room wearing Fusion Power Armor and listened with concern to the transmission that the Amgine computer had decrypted. It consisted only of a single number, a prearranged signal indicating a security breach and telling whoever received it to change the codes. The radioman opened up his code book and looked up the new code, then spun the rotors to change the encryption key.

Shortly after this happened, the computer signalled another incoming message. The radioman ran it through the computer, which decrypted it using the new code key. "Captain," came the voice of Rex, "Proceed to your coordinates and maintain radio silence. You will commence your attack at the agreed-upon time. We have taken heavy losses at Vault City. Though victory is imminent, we will not be able to lend much if any support to your operation. Rex out."

"Aye, sir," growled Jones. He left the radio room and walked towards the bridge, his boots clanging on the metal walkway. His eyepatch was itching again, and he couldn't scratch it beneath his helmet. Jones knew radio silence was vital. Even if their new code was secure, radio direction finding could still pinpoint the sub's location and give away the game plan. It disturbed him that the Enclave's main force wouldn't be able to swing around and assist him as he had hoped, but at least he still had surprise on his side. There was no way the Brotherhood could anticipate their plans. The attack on the Den and Klamath by his master's mindless minions would draw their forces away and leave his target defenseless. His sub was packed with the Enclave's reserve forces, fresh and ready for action.

"Captain on the bridge!" called out the deck officer as Jones strode in and sat in his chair. The crew saluted him.

"Helmsman!" called the captain. "Lay in a course for Navarro! Full speed ahead! Those scurvy dogs will never see us coming!"

"Aye-aye, sir!" replied the helmsman. The Narwhal changed course, aiming straight for the coastline near Navarro.
 
((Also, I think Fraust would like to Play. He is new to fallout, though he would like to play. I will continue to fill him in on the fallout universe. He is an experianced roleplayer, and I think that it couldn't hurt to introduce him to the story. I will drop a PM on Traq, to that effect. His basic cherecter bio is under Cherecters, I'm talking to him about some compremises.))


Schrike looked over his shoulder, to the Paliden. "15.2 HEAP's armed! Just say the word!"

Kagel keyed the Squawk box again. "Rodger That. Our wounded is incapable of fighting- He fell, while dropping in"

In the back ground, Stephen yelled "He's Real fucked up!" This was audiable over the radio.

Kagel then continued. Perhaps if they could find an auto-doc, his bone's could be reset, though his combat effectiveness would be dismel at best.

"But... Navaro? We have to defend the airbase!" kagel said. She realized that losing Navaro was not an option.

She then turned to schrik "Clear the path."

Schike could bairly hear her over the turbine's - though it was loud enough to understand. He flipped the red arming cap, that housed the trigger, on the yoke. He then brushed his finger against the red trigger, and squeezed. The dual 15.2 MM Minigun's began to winde up. the nose of the aircraft tilted fourth - after 5 seconds, the barrels had began to spin at 2500 RPM - and then both of the anti-material weapons began to bealch fire, spitting the HEAP rounds into the horde that wondered below the bird. the shells had a delayed explosion of five seconds, after impact - Each with the destructive power less than that of a fragmentart grenade. These rounds were ment for taking out armored vehicles, though worked fine - for clearing the wastes of mindless killing machines.

Under the craft, the 15.2 shells shreaded the flesh of the redemption that were hit by the cannon rounds. turning them into nothing but fleshey nubs, that littered the wastes.

Stephan began to fire his door guns- the weapon system composed of dual miniguns shreaded that what they hit. the metallic slugs lodgeing themselves in the foes that lay benieth the vertibird.

Kagel had, at that began to fire, out of the door's.

Schrike had then began to fire the Rockets - that fired from under the wing's - and hit the wasteland beneath - the redemption cought in the splash radius the exploding projectiles flew, as if rag-dolls.

Charley watched the muzzle flaires, his eyes tearing. He then looked to paliden Lathow - who's bleeding had subsided. He knew what he had done - and he knew what the future held for him. An exicution.

Gabe closed his eyes, listening to the frey- the high pitched wine of the minguns pounded on his eardrumbs. this had reminded him of his past. When the master's army scattered. He stuck with his unit. Safty in numbers. They crossed the great mountain ranges- the brotherhood in persuite. Now he found his self cooperating, and possibly aiding his former enemies. He had since burried his hatred for the brotherhood, and come to accept that the brotherhood was acting on behalf of the wasteland. Though - the master's war was not gabes- but one gabe was forced into.
 
OOC : Mr. Handy, Trag, our fellow roleplayer Carib FMJ is no longer with us. He said he was waisting time, before he served his patriotic duty, to the militery. It appears as though we are left with Ramsies. Would any of you two like to take Ramsies?

Also - Fraust is most interested in this RP.
 
well im was thinking of an iterly new charicter to play and introduce him soon if im allowed to join, erm im still catching up on the story there is alot of it im on the part were jack and pals is about to attack the casino could any of u pm me a quick summery of the story?
 
The Changing of the Guard

(What Carib FMJ is doing is far more important than this. I'm juggling too many NPCs right now to take on Ramses as well, and I recently added some new ones. Perhaps you could write for him, Stompie, since he's with Gabe's group.

Metzer, it's definitely a good idea to make a new character of your own creation rather than take over an existing one. I won't have time to put together a summary of the story so far until this weekend, but you should certainly read the rest of it before you jump in. A summary would also spoil the many plot twists for you, so you might not want one after all.)

"Come quickly!" said Doc Jubilee, Jr. to Vice President Considine as he walked into NCR's hospital on his way to visit President Tandi in the hours before dawn.

"Is the President all right?" asked Considine as he hastened to follow the doctor to Tandi's bedside, where she lay sleeping. Another doctor and two nurses hovered over her. Chief Justice Robert Johnson sat on a chair nearby, looking at her worriedly.

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Vice President. She was awake just ten minutes ago, when Frank came to brief her on the latest news from the north."

"Yes, he told me the news right before he came here. Vault City is now all but destroyed, a huge mass of infected people is on its way to the Den after having just destroyed Redding, and now the Brotherhood of Steel believes that the Enclave intends to assault Navarro."

The Chief Justice nodded. "I was here visiting the President when Frank told her. As soon as she heard, she passed out from shock."

"She's lapsed into a coma," said Doc Jubilee. "She's strong, but I'm afraid she's starting to slip away."

"I see," said Considine, his gaze lowered. "How long does she have? Will she regain consciousness?"

"A week, give or take. I don't know if she'll wake up again or not before the end. I wouldn't try to force her to wake up, though. It could shorten what time she has left. The coma is her body's way of attempting to heal itself."

"President Tandi is now incapable of fulfilling her official duties," said Johnson. "As per the NCR Constitution, I must now swear you in as Acting President." The Chief Justice rose, stood before Considine, and took a tattered prewar Bible out from under the folds of his robes.

"This is indeed a heavy burden I must take up," said Considine. "I do not wish for this in any way. I dearly hope that our beloved President recovers so that I may set it down again." He placed his hand upon the Bible while the supreme judge of the NCR administered the oath of office.

"Do you swear to faithfully fulfill your duties as Acting President of the New California Republic, and to defend the Constitution of the NCR against all enemies, foreign and domestic, so help you God?"

"I do."

"Then, as authorized by the Constitution of the NCR and confirmed by these witnesses here before us, I now pronounce you Acting President of the New California Republic."
 
"Jesus man! look at these things!" shouted stephan, the dual 5mm minigun's dispatching that which may linger in the path of streaming hot lead.

Kagel's minigun's firing, spitting hot lead, at the enemy that lay below- the high-pitched wine, accented by the mountain of 5mm spent casings that had began to accumulate on the steel floor, of the vertibird, that trickled off of the ledge, falling freely from the black aircraft.

Schrike made sure to keep the cannon trigger depressed- the craft's 15.2mm nose guns spitting explosive shells into the enemy. the rocket pods under the wing's blazing, slinging the highly explosive projectiles, causing great devistation ammong the foes that were unluckey enough to find themselves in the 15 meter kill radius of the rockets.

Charley sat, huddled in his seat, covering his ears with his hands. This did little to quell the noise from the minigun's that sat next, and infront of him.

Kagel felt her weapon's platform begin to jar, this was deffenatly not a good signe. The firing rate began to slow drastically, she could smell the electric motor's burning up. "Shit" she said, as the minigun's engines began to visually smoke "My guns are burn't out!" she shouted. she released the triggers, and the barrels seaced to fire. she then pushed them forward- where they were assisted by hydrolic's, into their overhead position. she then reached up - finding it akward, being constricted by the harness - patting with her hand, for the DSK - Carbine. finally, her patting had found the weapon, grabbing the gun by the folded stock, and pulling the weapon down. Quickly, she unfolded the stock. She shouldered the weapon, looking through the scope, she trailed the first target, moving faster than that. she then squeezed the trigger. The weapon fired, the simi-autmoatic action redrew the bolt, expending the casing. The redemption was hit, its head exploaded - like a rotten mellon, that got stomped by a super-mutant, on a hot stretch of desolit highway.

* * *

"Hey - Old timer" said jimmy. "Why don't you pop a squat next to the fire.

"I'm not old- and I aint drunk!"

"Sure thing, old timer."

The old man, walked back twards the fire, Skeeter and jimmy fallowed.

"God-damn moonshine" the old man said

"But- you said you weren't drunk" said skeeter

"I aint." said the old man

"You reach of cheap booze, old timer"
said jimmy

"So? That don't mean nothin!" said the old man

"But... you smell like moon shine, and vomit."

"So? That don't mean dittely-squat!"

"Yeah, yeah - old man"

"I ain't old!"
 
The Winds of War

"Clear the decks!" Julie Staley said into the microphone. "We've got several birds that need to be prepped for takeoff ASAP! They have to get to the Den. Then we'll have more vertibirds incoming from San Francisco for refueling and redeployment. Over."

"Rpger that, dispatch," came the response from the launch pad area.

A few minutes later, a voice spoke on the radio: "This is vertibird one zero niner requesting permission for takeoff. Over."

Julie checked her screens. Everything was clear. "Permission granted," she said. "You're good to go. Over and out." She watched on the monitors as the vertibird launched straight into the air. When it reached a decent altitude, its wings rotated and locked into place so that the engines were horizontal. Then the aircraft streaked off to the northeast.

Julie didn't have a moment to rest. The next vertbird was already on the launch pad waiting to go. She had to clear five of them in rapid succession before there was a lull. She wiped her forehead again. "Man, I need a break." She checked the radar screen and saw that the vertibirds from San Fran were still hours away. At least none of them were in a pattern waiting to land at the same time as others were taking off. That would truly be a pain.

Julie stood up and stretched, glancing about the air traffic control center. "Cover for me, please," she told an idle guard. "I need to take a walk." The guard took her place and she went outside. The night air was clean and crisp, though a bit nippy. The chill that passed through her bones wasn't just from the weather. She realized for the first time that there was truly a war on. She had trained for one all of her life, but had never lived through one.

This level of mobilization was unprecedented. The Enclave was back, and appeared stronger than ever. This time it wasn't just lurking behind the scenes, lashing out at the weak and unprotected. It was striking the mighty out in the open as well and laying them low. Julie could still scarcely believe the news from Redding and Vault City. If those strongholds could fall, what chance did an outpost like Navarro stand? Even though they knew the Enclave was coming, could they do anything about it? Julie didn't know, and felt her fear rising.

No, Julie thought, I'm a Steel Knight. I will not be afraid. Her resolve strengthened, she went back inside and resumed her post.
 
ok ive just finsihed reading the whole thing. i really loved every bit of it. i have 2 idears for charicters i could RP if im allowed. earlyer you mentioned about myrons idear concerning FEV. i could play a wonded soldier back in vault city inches away from death. he volenters for the FEV and it has a strang effect on him. it makes him strong as it should but it also increases his senses and dramtiacly increases his intelligence. i could also make a charicter in the BOS. eter stationed at nerrvo or san fransico. mabey a vertybird / chick pilot or somthing if u like these idears i would love you to say so i can start there storys
 
Shadow of the Enclave

(Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying it. Both character ideas are good. You could use either one as your main character, and still introduce the other as an NPC. All of us have brought in secondary characters that play a part in the story, especially when our main characters don't have anything to do. Once Trag gives the okay, you should post your character's description using the ones on the first page as a model, and then you'll be able to join in.

Currently, it's sometime between 2 and 6 AM in the story. Sunrise is around 7:00, and the Vault door is due to be breached at 9:00. Right now most of the characters in the Vault would be sleeping, but Myron would be busy recruiting volunteers and dipping them in FEV. If you play as the Vault City guard turned super mutant you could get into the action pretty fast, and you could start by writing about his decision to volunteer and the transformation process. The character you have in mind sounds like one of the intelligent super mutants like the Lieutenant in Fallout 1, but not evil.

If you play as a BOS character in Navarro or San Francisco, there are several possibilities. You could be sent to the Den to prepare its defence, or you could be part of Navarro's defences. Few people in San Francisco will be staying there, as most will relocate to Navarro or the Den, and nothing much is happening in SF right now. The Redemption attack on the Den is due to happen in 3 or 4 days, and the raid on Navarro will start some time after the attack on the Den does. Action in New Reno should also start to pick up in about 4 or 5 days of game time.)

A Scribe burst into the Brotherhood of Steel's council chamber and saluted. "High Elder!" she called. "President Tandi has fallen into a coma. Considine was just sworn in as Acting President."

Yogi Maxson shook his creased head and frowned. "Get any worse this night cannot!" he said. "Speak with the Acting President I must."

"He's waiting upstairs. He already knows about the threat to the Den and Navarro. I'll send him down." The scribe left, and soon afterwards she came back with Considine.

"High Elder," he said. "It is good to see my friend and ally in these troubled times."

"Yes, Mr. President. My condolences and best wishes for President Tandi. Long has she faithfully served the Republic."

"I cannot hope to fill her shoes, but I will do my best to ensure that the Republic is strong and secure. I regret that I cannot send any help to the north, but we need all of our forces here at home. Forming an army is more vital now than ever, and these recent ill tidings will at least encourage Congress to support this proposal. Unfortunately, the wheels of democracy turn slowly. Time is still required to gather Congress and debate the issue, and the vote is still weeks away."

"Yes," said Lord Paladin Jackson. "The NCR is not like the Brotherhood, where a decision is handed down from the top and carried out expeditiously."

"True. But our form of government must remain. I do not wish the Republic to be a military dictatorship, as effective as that might be. Still, perhaps Congress could grant me temporary emergency powers so that I can authorize swift actions for the duration of this crisis without having to get their approval for everything."

"What of the peace negotiations?" asked Yogi Maxson.

"We're going to have to wait for Earl Drake to return to talks. That will probably take another week or so, from what I know of him. I will continue them when he does, just as I have before."

"Peace we must have! Fight two wars at once we cannot."

"Even one is proving rather difficult," said Jackson.

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Captain Jones prowled the belly of the USS Narwhal and soon came to the torpedo room. He stepped through the hatch and approached the chief engineer. "How goes your progress, Mr. von Braun?" he asked.

The engineer jumped when the captain entered. His presence always unnerved him, as it did many of the crew. At six and a half feet tall he cut an imposing figure even without his Fusion Power Armor. His reputation for brutality was well-deserved, and any who displeased him suffered terribly. "The devices will be ready in time for the battle, Captain!" he said, saluting.

"Arrr. They had best be, or you'll be shark bait!" Jones inspected one of the human torpedo devices that von Braun was assembling. Based on an old World War II concept, they were fired out of the Narwhal's torpedo tubes just like regular torpedos. Instead of explosive warheads, though, each one would contain an elite Enclave soldier. The torpedo would beach itself and the soldier would emerge on land, all without the Narwhal ever needing to surface. Nobody at Navarro would know where they were being hit from until it was too late.
 
ok i have pmed him im hoping he will get back to me soon. i have decided my main will be the FEV mutant in Valut City and my secondry will be stationed at narrovo
 
BACK FINALLY!!!

(Sorry about the long time disappearance, my internet has been down. But, now I have a solid cable internet connection and am back. To those of you who wanted to join, you are welcome to. And to those of you who have kept the story going even when I was away, I thank all of you. I am not going to post tonight because I haven't had the chance to read up to the current posts, but i have ALL day tomorrow to do so and will post then. Again guys thank you for keeping the story up and running.)
 
Kagel took aim at yet another of the foes, trailing the creature - and then squeezing the trigger. the .223 winchester slug expelled from the barrel, at super-sonic speeds hit its mark- causing a bad case of lead poisoning. Behind Kagel, stood Stephan, Who's weapon platform was working flawlessly, the deffening shreek of the dual miniguns was only matched, by their destructive power.

Charley still sitting in the restrained seat, his hands covering his ears, in an attempt to protect his ears from the sound that surrounded him.

Schrike watched, finding the destructive power at his fingertips ammusing. If this wasn't such an intince time, his sanity would be called into question, though - at this point in time, no one could spair two shits about their pilot's sanity. "No... I am god" he said to his self, watching the redemption below him.

Gabe's thoughts still gravitated to a dark point in his life, the forced servitude to the Master's Army- and then, an even darker period, the great witch hunt that was the brotherhood's war of extinction. Gabe continued to assure his self, that it was, at the time- for the good of humanity. His mind continued to wonder, him reminissing - the memmories that he would wrather have forgotton, or had, resurfacing. And then - the day that turned everything arround - the day that he was conscripted by the brotherhood, to fight a mechanical minace, to the far east. "Vault Zero" he said to his self. His days in the brotherhood were short - though this was the first time that he had felt accepted by an organization that wasn't bent on the anhiliation of the human race, since he was turned.

Ramsies turned his head to Gabe "Vault Zero?"

Gabe opened his eyes "Yeah... Vault Zero"

"Meaning..." said ramsies

"Meaning -that I fought at vault zero"

"You... fought at vault zero?"

"Yes... do - you have to repeat everything I say?"

"I didn't think that there were any survivors of Vault Zero."

"You're talking to one..." said gabe.

"A mutie- fighting for the good of humanity?"

"Well - After the death of our.. leader- Gamorin - we skattered. I was luckey enough to choose a group that headed back east - while the other groupes split west. Needless to say - they met a grim fate - we, however, found ourselves with the.. brotherhood of steel's eastern sect." gabe said, in a quiet tone.

"You're kidding... right?" said ramsies

"Would I kid about such a thing?" said gabe

"Guess not. " said ramsies

"I've only read about about the attack on vault zero, on an old holo-disk. I've always wanted to hear the story told first hand." ramsies said, after a long pause.

"Well - Its a damn shame, that I don't feel like telling..." said gabe.

"You're going to tell me at some point" snapped ramsies

"Fat chance, human"

After a short pause, Schrike began to yell, over the squawk "Looks like we're near the brunt! Why don't we dull the spears head?"

"Sound's like a fuckin plan!" responded stephan, over the squawk

"Damnit! Only two mag's left!" shouted kagel, dropping her empty magazine, and swaping it with a fresh one.

"My minnies are almost dry, Kagel, can you toss me your hopper?" shouted stephan, over the frey

"Does it fuckin' look like I can right now!" yelled kagel

"Yeah- A little bit!" stephan responded, in his usual smart-ass way of speech
 
Character name- jex wolfhart

Age- 21

Place of Birth- Unknown

aperance- he is a well built man with muscle bulging out of most places on his body. he is around 6' 4" tall. his head is shaved. on his forhead is a number tatoed in black. it is 21364. he has deep set brown eyes and his noes is broken from the many bar fights and brawls he has had in his life.

Attitude- jex looks at life as if every day would hopefully be his last. he hated most things about the world. he would pick fights for anything with any one just so he has the chance to die. but he had always found that he hadnt as of yet. alothough he wanted to be remebered when he dies as a hero or a general hard man.


Backround- as far back as he could remember he had lived as a test subject for the enclave. he had been told by others in the reasearch center that the enclave had come to his small town and ether took or killed every one there for testing new technoligys on them. at the age of 16 he had excaped finding he had abnormal strength and his skin took alot of damage to penatrate. from the age of 16 he wondered the wastelands toning his combat skills up ready to one day go back to the enclave and cause carnage. after about a year of wondering he stumbled on a small town the den. he quickly learnt there that in order to live in thsi world you had to trust a few select people and always watch your back. joining up with local gang he further advanced his combat skills as well as a few others. then one day he had heard of the enclave army moving to attack Valt City. instantly he left the den and made his way to Vault City relishing in the fact that he would finaly get a chance to kill a few enclave.
 
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