ICC- Fallout Chapter 2- The Wastelands

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rob standing at the door way of the building where carib was being held was leaning on the old and cracking door way listening to the conversation.

"hahaha you think you have encounterd a death claw"rob pulled up his sleeve and pointed at a long scar down his arm to his hand"theres one more scar under my amour"rob pointed at his combat armour where there was a long scrath from his left shoulder to the right side of his hip"anyway......the names rob"rob extends his arm to carib.

"what the fuck are you doing here rob!?!"exclaimed inne

"i'd ask the same of you inne"replied rob in a calm voice as he turned to tandi"and what are you doing here tandi??....your father wouldn't aprove of it......or that asshole seth either said rob

"what do you care r......."

"i dont"said rob as he interupted tandi"besides what are you doing so close to carib he could be a raider.....althought i reall doubt that" said rob

"what do you mean rob....."asked carib confusingly

"well.......one.what the fuck were only two of you doing attacking us...if you were.....and two.whats with the shit equipment.....by the looks of it if you were a raider you must have been sent on a suicide mission cause the raiders aint that stupid"replied rob
 
"To hell with Seth and her father. She's old enough to be wed, right? If so, let her choose if she wants to stay or not. Besides, I don't bite... hard. And if I do, I'm sure you two will protect her." Carib grinned and flashed a sharp canine.

Carib grasped the other man. " Now, Rob, You a gunrunner, right?" Carib asked. Eyeing the man with caution.

Rob cocked his eyebrow, "What tells you that?" Rob asked.

"Gunrunners live pretty close to the death claw nest. Been there a couple of times too, so... Was there when the Rippers had set up shop in that area. " Carib replied. " But let's get some shit straight, shall we? Good: for one, I am no raider. Far as I know, the raiders are east of shady sands, and I came south... And raiders usually travel in packs. But alas, Seth was too busy givin' himself a pat on the back for a job well done to realize that. So will everyone drop the raider shit already.

And believe me, if I wanted to do damage to Shady Sands, I wouldn't come here being seen. People would be dead, crops would be burning and it would be as fuckin' simple as that..."
Carib looked darker now, threatening, as if his mood could suck the light out of the room. Then, he snapped his fingers. But let it be known, I'm just another dude tryin' to make his way up the fuckin' food chain." Carib finished.

A sound was heard like a beast moaning but then Carib just gave a sheepish smile.

"Say, do prisoner's get any meals, or are you going to starve me before hangin'?"
 
Inna grinned to the way Carib made Rob shut up.
It seems this guy ain't a fool at all...

"He sure caught you with your pants down, eh, Rob?"

Then she turned to Tandi. "Hey Tandy, can you tell the turnkey its time for our prisoner have some bite?"

"I can...But come with me, will you?"

"Ah, i will, but me got other stuff to do too, so i'll be out of here right after! I dont have time to be wasted, I dont!" and so she went to the door of the room.

INna stoped, looked back and said:
"See ya, Carib. And Rob, I bet you would not be able to shoot down a deathclaw even if it was sleeping in front of you!"

And so she left with Tandy.

Minutes after they had arranged for food to be brought to Carib: some brahmin meat.

Outside, in an empty corner of the village, Tandy was talking to Inna.
"He is a nice fellow, isn't he?"
Distracted, Inna asked: "Who?"
Sliding her fingers through her own dark hair, Tandy said: "That Carib guy. He seems to be gentle and corageous!
"That he does, fuck!" Somehow, Inna was very self-conscious of the fact that she cursed, and somehow that made her feel a bit unconfortable.
"And he does not look bad, eiter...Dont you think, Inne?"
"I... Did not notice. Nor do I care. Ive only got care for Ian, that son of a bitch... Look, I've got some stuff to do. " "Ok! See you later."

Inne walked away. Some other part of the village, she did not care. She just wanted to be alone for a while.
Her wandering walk brougth her to the bar.
She entered, took a glance around then walked to the bar.
"What will it be, Inne?"
"Gimme the usual... No, hell, gimme the strongest you got."
"Strongest? Ah, you usually drink strong ones, but why the stron..."
"Fuck, its nothing of your damn business."
"Sorry, sorry, ok? Here it is!" and he thought, Where in hell was my head to question her like that...

Inna drank the full tiny glass at once. Maybe something was changing in her. Maybe that guy was not a scumbag-good-for-nothing like Ian.
 
ooc-did you even bother to read my post rama........i stated that you were NOT a raider......anyway forget i said anything

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rob turned to face carib"well i'll be off then....i'll leave you to your meal"with those words rob left the building as carib munched through his meal

rob left the cold and chilly building and headed to the bar to find inne and the majority of the times shes always there.rob walked into the bar which was much warmer than the chill of carib's cell.rob went and sat down next to inne.

"two whiskys please bartender"rob then turned to inne"what was that about you seem a little unhappy........like usual"inne gave rob a angry look and then turned back to her whisky"ok.....if you dont wanna talk about it i understand.......bartender make that one whisky"rob sat there quietly drinking his whisky
 
OOC: Noted BK, But that is how Carib is, he tends to repeat things so folks don't go telling him what he is and isn't.


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The guard looked at Carib before he left the chamber, and watched as Carib picked at the meat, eating it with a controlled savagery. It was like the stories of old where predatory beasts toyed with their food. Andre, just another guard didn't know what to think of this man. When he grabbed Seth's gun, Carib could have killed the guardsman, and with reflexes like that, may have been able to kill the guards and walk off. But he didn't. He just smiled and laughed, that sinister laugh.

"Complements to the cook, Laddy. Finest brahmin meat I've had for sometime." He said between mouthfuls of brahmin flesh.

The boy just accepted the bowl and backed away slowly, his spear near enough to the prisoner to do harm. Yet, he was afraid, and the worst thing was, he knew that Carib knew it as well.

After a hefty burp, Carib began to pace around his cell, looked up. A long iron bar was above his head. His brown eyed scanned it and wondered if it could support his weight.

The boy watched and backed out. The nuka cola drifter began to undo his jacket and shirt, tossing it in the corner, and exposing his scar laden back for all the world to see. Tattoos lining his arm like sparks of fire began from his wrist and ended at his throat, and his back had what looked like old bullet, whip and knife wounds. Violence was something Carib grew into, and falling under the Regulators and numerous enemies, one picked up a couple scars.

When he was seventeen, he defied Caleb, head of the Regulators. Carib had a difference of opinion with the master regulator in regards to how much work Hazel could do. Caleb didn't see it Carib's way and was flogged with a cat-o-nine whip laced with tiny claws. Carib endured the scourging. Like his father once told him:

Remember, my son... Love can kill, but revenge can keep you alive. The word's of his father echoed in the emoty chamber as Carib used his own stregth to lift himself off the ground and continue his marathon of pull ups.

His lean flesh seem to hardened with every pull, and his seemingly frail body came to life.

1...

The trial was tomorrow.

2....

The best he could do was be fit for the occassion...

3....

And Carib continued on for the evening.

For now, his mind stayed on Inne, and something inside of him forced a smile upon his chapped lips. It was something in the merc he liked. He wasn't sure what. But he liked something. Maybe because she had gumption? Tandi was alright, but some how too innocent.

I maybe a bastard, but I'm not fuckin'-rat-bastard. Besides, he'd think Seth and his .233 rifle would have something to say about it.

Then there was Inne again.

I think... I like her.
 
(OOC: I suppose the trial is the morning after, so I'll let Welsh post about it. Meanwhile...)

"You'se right, I don wanna talk about it! Its not damn business of you, you hear? "
He was quiet, just nodded lightly, and banging the empty glass on the bar, she said: "Another one, bartender! And make it quick! Today you are slow as a one-legged gecko!"
He filled her glass again.
She took a large sip and said: "Rob, ever met anyone who was not sad in all the wastelands? Fuck, I think everyone has seen enough death and dismembering and shooting to dispair and...Whattafuck you care, anyway? You are a men, men dont usually talk about feelings, right? That's for... weenie flowery girls like Tandy. who think that someday this place will be better, someday it will have the goddamed glory and opportunities it had before the war, for watfuckever that means... '

She had drank the glass. And another and other.
Inne's head was humming and the bottle was empty.
The bartender risked saying: "Hey, kiddo, I never thought I'd say that, but you have drank too much. Go home, will you? Will be better for you!"
She grabbed him firmly by the collar:
"Hey! Dont you fucking dare tell me what you to, you hear me, you son of a flea-insfested deathclaw? Damn, I say when Ive drank too much!"

"Errr... Hum..." he just nodded. She let go off him and threw a couple of bottlecaps on the bar :
"Im leaving, I spent too much time already in this brahmin-stinking place. Keep on drinking , Rob. "
She walked straight to the door, not even caring to look back.

And so she walked to her home.
 
OCC- Had planned to post but the computer ate it- timed out. Will post tomorrow. Promise. Radscorpions or raiders coming next).
 
rob looks at the bottle caps on the table and then pockets them.rob turns around to see two people fighting with each other.

"ahh....fucking hell"rob says as he stands up and walks over to the two peolple and stands in the middle of them holding out his hands"ok.....thats enough you shitheads......"rob said as one of the two men hit him in the mouth."ok....i wish it hadn't come to this"said rob as he wiped the blood away from his mouth.

rob quickly gave one of the men a quick uppercut and then a jab in the chest and finally a double kick in the chest knocking him into the small table behind him smashing it. rob grabbed the other mans arm as he was about to hit and then flipped him over his shoulder.the man lay there motionless on the cold rock floor and then suddnley as he tried to get up rob gave him a swift kick in the face knocking him back to the ground.

"i warned you two mutherfuckers"said rob as he stood there in between the two men who were now uncouncius.rob took out the bottle caps he had pocketed earler and placed them in the bartenders hands"here you go....that should cover the cost of the table "said rob as he turned around and walked out the door.
 
Aradesh let the words hang for a moment while the two men in blue looked at each other nervously. He didn't necessarily like the decision he had already made. But life requires one to do things one doesn't like in order to survive, and this was one of those times.

Dwemer was thinking about the man who was shot in the forehead. "We're not raiders."

"We believe two raiders were outside our village tonight, shortly after you two show up. I suspect that one of the raiders, or perhaps a new gang, are appraising our defenses and plans a raid. I suspect that you are part of that party."

"Sheeit, brother. We ain't going to sack you're crib." Said Melvin.

Aradesh and Dwemer looked at the black man.

"What did he say?" Asked Aradesh

"I have no idea." Said Dwemer, "He comes from a strange clan within my community. But we are not raiders, rather we are on a quest and were just passing through. We came looking for help."

Indeed, these two looked like they needed help, thought Aradesh. Neither man would have survived much longer in the wasteland. The damage of the sun on their skin, their dehydration, all indicated that they might have gone a few more days until they would have collapsed. If they were raiders, they were poor ones.

"YOu on a quest? For what?" Asked Aradesh.

Melvin was about to say to repopulate the world with beautiful people of African stock, but Dwemer spoke first, trusting that honesty was the right course.

"A water chip."

"A waterchip? You mean the kind used in vaults?" Said Aradesh. He noticed that both Seth and Tandi had stepped in quietly to listen to the discussion.

"Yes. We need one. Our community needs to replace it's waterchip."

"But those are only used in vaults." Said Aradesh.

"We have vault tec technology that depends on the water chip. Do you have one?"

"No. But I know where you might be able to find one." Said Aradesh.

"You do? Will you help us?" Asked Dwemer.

A long smile came across Aradesh's face. This was the time to make the move. Despite what he said, he trusted these two. He was old enough to rememeber when Katrina and the other survivors of Vault 15 had come to Shady Sands and privately he suspected that 'Detroit' was really a vault and probably to the West. They were lieing about that, but because they were protecting their own community.

Aradesh could understand that. It was why he would do what he had to do know.

"Well you see. here we do things differently." Said Aradesh. "I think you are looking for Vault 15 which is to the East of here. But it is a long walk, you will need help and supplies. I could offer these to you, but unfortunately Shady Sands has problems of it's own."

Dwemer made the calculations quickly. "But perhaps if we can help each other..."

"Perhaps then we could both achieve our goals?" Said Aradesh.

"Yes." Said Dwemer.

"Just like the black and white cookie, black and white, in harmony." Said Melvin. When both Aradesh and Dwemer looked at Melvin with a lack of comprehension, Melvin added. "Just look to the cookie, brothers."

Aradesh smiled. "But you see, I still must trust you. As a man I could but I am also leader of this community, and so my trust must be earned."

"How can we earn your trust?" Asked Dwemer.

"We got rad scorpions!" Said Tandi, from the back.

Both Melvin and Dwemer looked back to see both Tandi and Seth sitting next to each other.

"Yo man, you didn't tell me there was a sista in the hood." Said Melvin.

"That's my daughter Tandi and Seth is the head of our guards." Said Aradesh. "Yes, well we have this problem of rad scorpions and then there are the raider gangs."

THe one black beauty is a daughter of the boss. If he weren't interested in settling down, becoming the new son-in-law to the big shot might be a good idea. Still, Melvin didn't want Aradesh catching him invading her holiest of holes with any position of the Kama Sutra.

"Rad scorpions? What the fuck is a rad scorpion?" Asked Melvin.

"It's a mutanted scorpion, bigger than a brahma bull, heavily armored, and capable of attacking with both claws and it's poisonous tail. The poison would probably not kill a man with one sting but multiple stings could be fatal. Still a few men with spears can kill a scorpion."

"I don't like bugs." Whispered Melvin to Dwemer. "Did I tell you I was bit by a really big spider once, and..."

"Shut up." Said Dwemer, "How many rad scorpions are we talking about?"

"Many. There is a hive of them between our town and Junktown, and they are taking over our grazing lands. Already they have killed a few of our brahma and there are few that we can afford to lose."

Indeed, the radscorpions had managed to cut off trade between Shady Sands and the towns to the south and were slowing destroying the herd. Inevitably, the radscorpions would be too many to stop.

"Many rad scorpions?" Asked Melvin to Aradesh.

"Many many." Said Aradesh. Smiling. If these two could kill some of the rad scorpions it would be a service.

"How about those raiders?" Asked Dwemer.

"There are a number of raider groups- the Rippers, the Khans, the Vipers and then there are the Widows. They have attacked us a few times, taking both our cattle, possessions and even our people."

To Melvin that was no better an option. "Did I say I was a lover and not a fighter?" Whispered Melvin to Dwemer.

"You'd want us to resolve both these problems for us." Said Dwemer.

"Yes. It would be a showing to the town that we could trust you and in gratitude we could offer you some of our people and supplies." Said Aradesh.

"Why don't you just take care of these problems yourself?" Asked Dwemer.

Seth spoke up. "We lack the men. To fight the rad scorpions with the weapons we have would leave Shady Sands undefended and open to raider attack. If we attack any one of the raiders, the others will attack us. THe raiders are well armed and armored compared to us. It is only our walls that keeps the raiders out."

Aradesh nodded. "Yes, we have lost too many people already. We cannot afford anymore. If we were to attack a raider gang not only would we be more vulnerable to the others, but we wouldn't have enough people to get rid of the rad scorpions."

Dwemer didn't answer for a moment and said. "Let us confer a moment."

Aradesh nodded.

Melvin whispered quietly to Dwemer, "They can't do this and they just want the two of us to do all the work. I say fuck this and let's hop over the wall and keep going to Vault 15. We can come back for the bitches later."

Dwemer nodded. "I am likely to agree. But I doubt we'd get very far. Also we might need allies and I believe these people are in a very delicate situation. If we could do this for them, they would be our friends."

"Yeah but it's just the two of us. We're going to get fucked. No offense brother, but sometimes when the gangbangers come gunnin', it's better to move to a new hood. My grandma told me once, when the Man is putting pressure on ya, time to disappear."

Dwemer nodded.

Turning to Aradesh he spoke with a louder voice."If we do this for you, can we expect any support?"

Aradesh thought about that and looked to Seth, motioned him to come up.

When Seth was near, Aradesh whispered. "Can we give them any help?"

Seth shook his head and whispered. "Our people are stretched out as is. If we lose any, our walls will be too weak to defend. But, there are a few newcomers that we could get rid of though that are causing some trouble. Like the one I brought in tonight, then there's inne and that dumb gunrunner who doesn't do much but cause fights."

Aradesh nodded, thinking about it, as Seth returned to his seat.

"I might be able to give you some help. There are a few people here who might led you their weapons skills." Said Aradesh. "But I will have to discuss this tomorrow at council. I will ask, however, that first you get rid of the rad scorpion nests betweeen here and Junktown."

"Where's Junktown?" Asked Dwemer.

"You are new here." Said Aradesh.

The men continued to speak about the radscorpions. Aradesh nodded to Seth, indicating that he should go recruit Inne and Rob for this.

Privately Aradesh was pleased. If the mission succeeded he would have made new allies, and perhaps done more to rid the problems of rad scorpions and raiders. If they failed, well, there was another problem he had gotten rid of for Shady Sands.
 
Carib.... Again...

Carib was in his cell, his jacket and short hanging aginst the bars and he was doing a set of push-ups. When you were locked up, you didn't exactly have much to do, so why not keep fit.

Sweat glistened on his skin and his arms felt rubbery and stressed. He had been at it all night, and now his body was feeling the strain.

"Fifty-six." He huffed, his words seemed to take a great deal of effort to escape his lips. And by the 60th push up, Carib collapsed to the ground and turned himself on the side and began to breath as if it were the first time he had been without air. His father had trained him and his brother to survive this land. Without pain, one could not gain anaything.

As the guards took turns watching him, they wondered where did he get all those scars and tattoos from. He was a mystery to them. True, he may not have been a raider, but he sure did have a sort of dark edginess to him. Carib didn't mind at all, though. It was a joy to keep them guessing. That is what keeps you alive, to have the opposition keep guessing.

In time, he'd know his fate, and he knew that if he were not to be hanged or fed to angry arachnids with huge stingers and claws, he'd most likely would have to do some 'quest' for Shady sands.

If so... Bring it on.
 
In the morning, Aradesh was among the first up. He had always been a light sleeper but the concerns of the village were waying on his mind. We are a dieing community, he thought to himself. Cut off from the South and surrounded by wolves.

Razlo was up, as usual, caring for his patients. Aradesh went there first, as Razlo was on the governing council.

"Razlo, how is Jarvis?" Said Aradesh coming into the tent. As usual Razlo's two kids were running around and his wife was standing by to help. Would if the woman did something!

"Sick. Damn rad scorpion stings. I'm sure if I could get some rad scorpion tails I might be able to make a cure. Not that it matters. Jarvis would just get stung again." Said Shady Sand's doctor.

"We are having a council meeting today." Said Aradesh.

"'bout the stranger last night? Yeah I know." Said Razlo. "Feed the fucker to the scorps."

"I have a better idea. I want you to vote with me." Said Aradesh.

Razlo looked at the village headman. The weight of the town fell on his shoulders and it had made him old beyond his years. "It will help?"

"Yes, old friend."

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Later the towns people gathered in the square near the house. Seated in the middle were Aradesh, Razlo, Seth and 6 others. Quietly, Aradesh had made his rounds to each before the day was through.

"Bring the prisoner!" Called out Seth when Aradesh gave him the nod.

Two of the guards took the prisoner from his cell. Caribe came quietly as they walked him to the middle of the square despite the calls among the villagers to 'feed him to the scorps, raider bastard."

Aradesh noticed that both Dwemer and Mevlin were there as well. He also noticed that while Katrina was in Melvin's company, Melvin's attention was elsewhere, namely, on Tandi.

Perhaps its best that they don't come back from the rad scorpions? Thought Aradesh. He had his own intentions for Tandi.

"Proceed Seth." Said Aradesh.

"Raider." Said Seth. "You are here to be tried for crimes against our community. You are charged with unlawful aggression with the intent to kill, of conspiracy with your raider kin, of intent to rape and pillage and assorted bad behavior. How do you plead?"
 
Carib began to shake his head, "Well, since I can see where this is going' already, I guess for dramatics, I'll plead: Not guilty your honor."

There was murmurming among the council and those present. CArib took a look around. "And again, I'm not a raider... If you carefully searched my things you'd understand I am a Nuka Cola Delivery man... Or did you forget to check the evidence thoroughly?"

Seth's eye's narrowed but he knew he hadn't checked everything. "Bring his pack here." One of the guards brought the brown doffel bag and gave it to Seth in his hands. As Sethw ent through it, he came across a black and white leather journal with the words Nuka Cola Delivery and it had an ID tag number and the name Carib written on it.

Seth presented the book to Razlo and Aradesh, who took turns reading it. "Hmm, here it is. Looks too well done and legit to be done. And there was no way he could have written all this in a small space of time." Razlo whispered to Aradesh. "And I have heard of Nuka Cola delivery groups running the circuit across the wastes.

Aradesh added, "And then there is the gun." he pondered on it. "He said it was jammed, and so far, I have to say I believe him. Could have been the wrong place at the wrong time. If it were a raider, he would not have bothered to show up with a jammed gun. Or he'd at least would have ran."

Seth remainded unconvinced. "I still believe he is a raider... and we should..."

Aradesh raised his hand. "We should hear what he has to say. After that, we will decide what to do with him. Perhaps we could use him after all."

Seth nodded, not sure if Aradesh's logic was correct, but Tandi's father had been wrong very few times. Perhaps it wasn't a bad strategy after all.

"What were your intentions of coming here in the middle of night?" Ardesh questioned.

Carib's face hardened. "Haven't we been through this already? I mean when I came here, I answered you... But okay, let's go through it one more time.

One: My gun jammed, when I was attacked by three rad scorpions. I was coming south from an errand."


"An errand?" Razlo questioned.

Carib just nodded. "Family business."

"Go on." Aradesh said

"Secondly, some jerk came and saved my hide from the scorpions when my pistol jammed. Of course, I carry a pistol, since delivering Nuka cola is met with all the hazards of the wastes. Anyhow, I did my drop. And I came here with the fellow, who fell foul to Seth's marksmanship skills. The guy fired first, when I saw the warning shot, I just stopped in my tracks. When the guy got aced, I ducked and covered. And I wasn't even given time to talk or even explain myself. My intention was to take shelter, get something to eat and maybe even chart a deal with you all."

"A deal?" Seth raised a brow.

"Yeah, a deal. You know, offer you guys a subscription to Nuka Cola. I do that. Since I travel north and around the wastes. And that is my story and I am sticking to it. And if you have any questions, why don't send word to our bases in Junk Town and Hub... and you'll see I am telling the truth." Carib said firmly.

Aradesh sat back along with Razlo and some other members of the council. And now they needed to make a decision. Use Carib or have him executed. And Carib did want to get a grasp of post war justice.

"The council will reach its verdict in a moment." Aradesh said, rising from his head seat of judgment. The people began to chat among themselves, children pointing and stairing. And they all had doubts if this man was indeed a raider.
 
rob walked over to the crowd of people surrounding carib and the council.rob shoved his way to the front row so he could see clearly.

"hmm.....this will be interesting to see...."said rob in a cold voice that would chill the desert itself.
 
Carib stood still, rocking back and forth on his heels, humming a pre-war musical tune he learnt in the Boneyard.

It was titled Maybe... His mother used to sing it to him and his brother when they lived in Adytum. Those were better times. It was before they were forced by the Regulators to do hard labor in the fields. It was before Caleb subjected him to a brutal scourging.

Yes, when he was a boy, those were indeed, happier times.

C'mon, I ain't got all day... Jeez, Carib thought within his mental cage.

Carib scanned the room, he knew it would be hopeless to break and run, he'd never make it far enough. Seth was a good shot with that rifle, and from his experience, the man could peg Carib blind folded.

Then there were those Blue suited people. Carib could see them stand among the crowd, and yet, something about them made them stand out more. Perhaps they were Vault Dwellers. But didn't all the Vault open? Carib came from Vault stock, but the Vault opened. He wasn't even born yet when the doors of that Vault opened. As he looked around, he caught a glmipse of a dark Vault dweller. It reminded him of a childhood friend he knew. His name was Miller. He was lady's man, with his charming face and gold front. He didn't live to see eighteen. A heated brawl with a Ripper ganger ended fatally. Such was life in the Bone Yard - cheap.

Melvis looked like a sound character, just the same as Miller, except, Miller had a couple scars crossing his face, and this man looked unscathed by the wastes. Carib wondered what was he staring at so intently. Then he saw it.

The dark one's gaze was on Tandi, and at the sametime, he was standing next to the town greeter, Katrina. But knowing, Aradesh, and even though the Nuka Cola man didn't know the leader long enough, he knew that Tandi's life was planned ahead for her... whether she liked it or not. And looking about, he supposed Seth was next in line.

Carib couldn't help but smile to himself. Hmm, interesting. This should be an interestin' twist.
 
OCC- Ok a couple of things for Inne and Rama. Inne, your character is lightly armed. Knife and maybe a rifle or pistol will be about it. Also a spear perhaps.

ICC-
The decision had been reached as had been prepared. Aradesh would make the announcement. In the meantime, Seth had work to do.

Shady Sands was still small enough that it took only a few moments to find Inne. She was standing up, her forehead against the wall of the bar, snoring loudly.

"Inne." Said Seth, waking her.

"Fuck you. Let me sleep." Said Inne, in a loud, annoyed, slightly drunk voice.

"We got a job for you."

"Of course you do or you wouldn't fucking wake me." Said Inne, who still had not moved and perhaps wished that she were sleeping.

"Ian was supposed to do it, but he never came back." Said Seth, knowing that would catch his attention.

"Ian is a backstabbing whoring son-of-a-bitch. ANd he broke my FUCKING heart." She said. "So what was he supposed to do that's so fucking important that you feel the need to interrupt my sleep?"

"He was suppose to clear our the rad scorpion nests south of town." Said Seth.

"Fucking bugs probably killed a good man."

"Or he could still be out there." Said Seth.

"Aw shit, if I got to bail his ass out again. What am I getting paid for this?" Asked Inne.

"You are getting your debts forgiven." Said Seth. "That and we want you to do something else."

"Sure you do." Said Inne, who still hadn't moved. "My debts? My bar debts. Fuck."

"You have been drinkin a lot and have run up a high tab. It's going to be that or your gun. As for the other thing, we'll deal with that when you get back." Said Seth leaving.

If I get back, thought Inne, wondering why her forehead hurt so badly.

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As they waited Melvin took a moment to check out Caribe, their recruit. A fellow brother in the wasteland can't be a bad thing. Bad looking motherfucker. A killer, not a lover. Lots of angst. But it's cool. Got attitude. That's character, and a brother without character was just a chump.

"Shit brother, looks like the Man got you by the balls. What brought you up to this wasteland redneck shit hole anyway?"

Caribe shook his head. "Hey man, I just deliver Nuke Cola."

"Brother, you a victim of fucking fate, but don't worry, we got your ass covered. We had a word with the man, and don't let the attitude fool you, he's a brother."

Caribe wasn't sure what this black dude with the big hair was getting at. "Ok so what are you here for."

"Brother, just passing through and figured we'd stop in to get a bit and maybe a little wasteland punnani, ya here." Said Melvin, "But we just lookin for a vault and a water chip. Ya know where we can get a waterchip?"

Caribe didn't say anything for a long moment. Water was monopolized by the watermerchants. It was said that the ghouls in Necropolis had their own source, but even the BOS bought water from the merchants. NukeCola had to pay the high prices demanded by the Hub merchantgs, which cut into profit. If NukeCola were to get access to the technology that utilized a waterchip, in otherwords, unlimited water supply, than they could get out from the Water Merchant's control.

Which might mean a promotion.

"I hear they only got waterchips in a vault." Said Caribe.

"Word, brother. That's the lowdown. Look, you'll be out of the hole soon. All you got to do is kill some bugs. Cool?"

Caribe nodded, not that he had much choice in the manner.

__________

Aradesh called the meeting back to order.

"The Council has reached a decision." Said Aradesh, nodding to the others. "Caribe, you are guilty of the sins you have committed. Whether you have come as a raider or delivery man, is a matter we must learn. However, you must pay for the sins."

Caribe listened patiently. This didn't sound that good.

"You are guilty of the sin of your association. The man you had made acquaintenance attacked our loyal guards and acted in a way that threatened the life and safety of our community. There remains considerable doubt to your character and intentions."

Aradesh spoke with damning authority, but then his voice softened. "However, Shady Sands is not without forgiveness. But you must first gain our trust. IF you are what you say you are, than we command that you fulfill a quest for our community. This will redeem you in our eyes, and allow you to return to us as a welcome guest. You must make penance for crime but first we allow you to prove your good faith."

No one spoke.

"You are to take this spear and join our new friends, " Said Aradesh, pointing the spear towards Dwemer and Melvin, "with a guide provided by us." Aradesh looked over to Seth who nodded. Inne was in. "If you are a Nuke Cola Delivery man, than you will want to rid us of the rad scorpion menace to the South. Return, when tne nest is destroyed and the road of commerce between Shady Sands and Junktown is reopened, and we can break bread and discuss how next to proceed. You are not to return until the nest is destroyed."

Seth took the spear from Aradesh and walked to Caribe. The guards that had been taking care of Caribe loosened the Brahma hide ties that had kept him in place. But before Caribe could move, Seth pointed the spear under Caribe's chin. A flicker and the spear would plunge through Caribe's throat.

"Do you take the quest? If so take the spear and go forth." Asked Seth, fufilling the ceremonial duty.

Caribe's hands found the shaft of the spear, and moved it away from his neck. "I will do as you ask."

"Packs are prepared and we will see you out."
 
((OOC: She was supposed to be home, and she did pay for the drink... Oh well...))

Inne was prepared for the journey. She was checking her gun again, when Carib and the others approached her. Melvin spoke:

"Yo, sis, so yo gonna guid us to the nest, eh?"

"That's right."

Melvin approached her, in his usual expansive/talkative way:
"Damn, I am glad. Its nice to see a chick who can handle herself in battle, you know, who can take control..."

"Hell! As long as you dont try anything funny, man. You'd not live to tell, I fucking garantee..."

"Cool, babe, Melvin here does not need to try anything funny, cause the ladies like Melvin, they want me brown sugar..."

"Would you shut up?!" she said, pointing him her gun.
He shut up.
Then Inne saw Carib. She stood still for a moment, a brief moment where they exchanged a casual, furtive, glance.

She put away her gun and looked at the others:
"If you are ready to go, follow me, we leave now."
 
Dwemer held up. "Before we go, let's take stock of our supplies."

Inne nodded and they began to sort through their gear.

The people of Shady Sands had given them few supplies. Each had been giving a knapsack. Inside they found Ointment to cool their skin from the sun, pouches of 'clean' water, a iron tips for the spear they had been given, a large knife for fighting, a smaller knife for working, a week's worth of rations, a small assortment of primitive remedies, a change of clothing. In addition they had been given rope. Not much in the way of supplies..

To this Melvin opened his bag. Inside were his clothes, a small toolkit, surivival kit, ammunition, water rations, a med kit, a hunting knife, survival manuals and, most importantly, a gun. The gun, a .357 was a powerful weapon that had been in his family since he was a child. Supposedly his old grandma had used it once to shoot a clansman. A box of shells and two speed loaders as well as the knife were his primary weapons. In addition Melvin had the .10 mm pistol they had found outside the Vault doors of Vault 13 with one clip loaded. The rest of the ammo was with Dwemer. In addition there were bags of seeds, two bags of green leafy substances and a bottle of wine.

Like Dwemer, Mevlin had a basic kit. THis included a pipboy, a tarp, packets of sugar and vitamins, their partly used rations, sleeping bags, matches, a candle, a flint, a magnifying glass, needles and thread, fishhooks and line, a compass, snare wire, a multipurpose tookl that included a flexible saw, medical kit.

The medical kit contained intestinal sedatives, antibiotics, antihistamines, water sterilizing tablest bandages, surgical blades, sutures, plasters, condoms. Melvin winked at Inne when she looked at the condoms with curiousity.

"'Case you don't want no rugrats." Said Melvin.

"What the fuck is a rugrat?" Said Inne, "I ain't never seen one of those."

There were other supplies- matches, a mess tin and flares, a hydration kit.

Caribe was looking at the two 10 mm pistols and the 72 rounds of ammunition. With the Shady Sands guards near by, he didn't speak about them, but he looked at both Dwemer and Melvin. Melvin nodded and looked at Dwemer, who thought about it for a few moments, unsure.

He didn't know Caribe, whether to trust him or not. The man had come into the camp under suspicion and Dwemer knew that to give Caribe a pistol meant that the suspicious man might turn the gun on the both of them, kill them all and run with their goods. The vault would not find it's chip and the disaster would follow.

Then Dwemer nodded. Yes, give Caribe one of the pistols. They would do it after they left Shady Sands.

"Inne, Caribe, those are our supplies. We need them for our quest, but we will share with you what you need to do this thing."
Said Dwemer.

Caribe pointed at a small clear bag containing a handful of gold coins. "What're they?"

"Gold coins. We could use them to barter and trade." Said Dwemer.

Caribe picked one of the coins up, then bit it to test the durability of the metal. "Pretty, but it would be better if you had caps."

"Caps? YOu mean bullets?" Asked Melvin.

"No bottle caps. The Hub merchants use them for barter." Said Caribe.

OCC- Ok supply list comes, in part form the SAS survival guide so I think that's a fair estimate of what they would carry. Zoe, do you want to list Inne's supplies? I think it's safe to say that Caribe has nothing except what Shady Sands is giving him. I'd like to keep this realistic, so let's not find stuff on our person or in our proximity that fits our immediate needs. This is stuff we will have to barter with.
 
Carib gave the spear a twirl, remembering how the girl scrappers had done it back in Adytum.

The basics would help, after all, they basically with-held all his equipment. But the Survival knife and the spear would have to do, and well, since they trusted him with a Colt 6520 and two clips, he was really in no position to complain. He checked the sights of the pistol and weighed it. Good balance.

Then seeing Seth and the other guards tense, Caribe gave the gun back to Dwemer.

"Man, I wish they'd at least let me carry my tabs."

"Tabs? You doin' drugs, Brother?" Melvis asked.

Carib shook his head. "That's an expensive habit. Nuh, I need to take my Rad-X every so often. To keep my RAD immunity up. You see I was blessed with everythin' else 'cept a natural radiation defence. Oh, fuck it. I'm good for four weeks."

He walked next to Inne. "So.... ready to lead the way?"

"Yeah," Inne began, spitting on the dry ground. "As soon as Melvis over there is done collectin' his stuff. Oh, and by the way, what are rugrats?"

"Rugrats, they're those lil'.."

Carib cut in, "They're children. If you want to prevent gettin' knocked up, you tell your man to slap on one those." Carib walked along.

OCC- Welsh here. Sorry Caribe but I am going change this so that you give the gun back.
 
OOC-isn't anyone gonna recruit me......

IC-
rob walked over to inne's house and stood in the door way leaning on wall.

"hmmm....did you forget about me again inne??"said rob as he walked in and placed his things on the table.rob looked at the melvin and dwemer"hey you must be the 'vault dwellers'.....seth told me about you guys....the names rob"said rob as he turned to face carib"looks like you survived the trial....and now you got to do a little community service......heck i have to get out of this shit hole sooner or later.....count me in"

rob walked over to his belongings"i have a.....hunting rifle with 5 rounds of ammo,my combat armour,dual 9.mm pistols with 4 rounds of ammo,med kit,rad-x.....and just the usual items someone would take"said rob as he loaded his rifle
 
Rob's inventory did seem impressive. A hunting rifle would come in handy. The pastures were swarming with those vile creatures, a colt Rangemaster .233 rifle was a good cause to take to those beasts. Providing Rob could shoot as well as he talked. The hive itself would be another matter. If there were too many scorpions in the dark, it would be a lost cause. Not as deadly as walking into a death claw den, but it was no less lethal than walking into a rad scorpion nest covered in brahmin blood.

Carib nodded, still toying with the spear. The Colt would be handy later, but for now, getting used to the Shady Sand's spear was more of a priority. "So... Gunrunner... What you doin' up this far north of the Bone Yard? Gabriel send you on some errand?" Carib asked Rob, hoping to be enlightened by the going ons of his old home.
 
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