ICC- Fallout Chapter 2- The Wastelands

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rob looked over the edge of the rocks and saw dwemer and melvin climbing up from the creek bed.

"fuck!"said rob as he grabbed his rifle and started firing shots into the radscorpians.
 
Carib walked over, his brief conversation with Sam Solo going so and so. And from his look, you couldn't tell if he was half shaken or just his usual cocky self. That was the thing about Carib, he was so unscrutible. And that was the way he liked it.

Then his ears pricked and he heard the faint rattle sound and then saw Dwemer and Melvis run from some very peeved scorpions. And then there was the sound of .233FMH rounds going off into the night.

"I don't believe this fuckin' shit," He muttered as he grabbed his spear and began to charge at one of the approaching bug.

The beast reared its self into attack mode, claws pulled back and sting lunging forward. The lunge was swift, but not swift enough. Carib side stepped and grabbed the spear, holding the shaft and thrusting it downwards into the creatures brain section.

The beast cried as the metal tip tore through shell and penetrated the soft grey matter. It curled and cried, the nervous system still sending the twitching after kill through its body. A flick of the wrist and the death throes stopped.

Another came and Carib ended up fending the beast off, taken by surprise.

Then gun fire commenced and the creature was torn into icky meat by a well placed burst from a rifle. The body of the critter danced under the moonlight.

But the scent of death just attracted four more bugs. Each bigger then the other.

Carib backed up near Dwemer who gave a nod of thanks. "Listen... I know now isn't the time to rush trust, as it is somethin' you gotta earn. But I think I'll be needing a piece now... If you want to even this out, give me the gun." He gave a look of concern.
 
rob jumped back from his position as a stinger lunged at him.rob fired a shot into the radscropians left leg.the radscorpian continued to move.rob fired a shot into the radscorpians right leg.the scorpian was now imobilized.rob walked up to the radscorpian and ripped it's tail off.rob pulled out his 9.mm pistol and fired into the radscorpians brain killing it instantly as it whaled in pain.

OCC- Welsh here- Rob, you've got to keep this realistic. Keep your supplies limited. If you have not mentioned a 9 mm pistol before, you probably are not carrying it. The rifle fine, and probably you've got a pistol. But I doubt your character is packing an entire arsenal.

Also the issue of trust is an important aspect of the relationships between these characters. By jumping through that loop early, you are putting a dead-end to a plot development. Let characters make up their own minds.

Also, Dwemer is a big strong character, but not very wise and a bit suspicious and somewhat naive. Good characters have strengths and weaknesses, and act in accordance to both. It would be unlikely that Rob has the physical strength of Dwemer, but probably has better perception and gunskills as a gun runner. So try to play in character.
 
OOC: Wow, it's so nice to see a thread move fast like this! It means everybody is enthusiastic about the story.

Eh, and I dont have all the time for internet that I wish I had. Anyway, I will not disapear, even though now and then I may take a couple of days to reply.

My, Welsh, it's been quite a challenge to play Inne - never have I played such a rough-skinned character. I've played some hot-tempered, but Inne sure is not easy going :D

On with the show:

IC:

Inne shot her rifle. The bulet went right between the eyes of one of the rads that were attacking Carib. Inne smiled:
"Ive killed these damn bugs since I was a child, they are a piece of cake to me!"
As to illustrate her words, she shot down another one - that ws also killed instantly. The third was not so easy: the shot hit it, but did not kill it, so she aimed and shot again.
SHe made it seem so easy, as if it was instinctive - to a level, it was indeed instinctive, that skill of hers, but it took years of practice in real danger to give her that grace in battle.
Her eyes shine, she had an attitude of victory and defiance while fighting the radscorpions, and felt happy in the battle, while the other members of the group were also displaying their skills. And man, they were doing quite well!
And Inne got that feeling, the feeling she had long searched for, but she had not completely found - the feeling of belonging.
She did not need "that fucking bastard" Ian to feel that. Yeah she realized that, at that very moment.
But as they say, everything can change in the blink of an eye.
"Inne, watch out!"
A radscorpion managed to approach her from the back. With all the noise from the battle, and the moment her mind gone wander, she did not notice.
And now she felt that deep, intense pain. Not only the impact and the cut, but a burning pain that was spreading in her left arm...
 
Before Dwemer could respond, Carib ran up to the scorpion and jabbed his spear into the creatures mouth, twisted and pushed it deeper. The creature spasmed and tried to hit Caribe with the tail, but Caribe dodged it, just barely. Then Caribe withdrew the spear, pressing his foot against the creatured head, and plunged it down through the creatures brain. The body collapses. Surely it was dead, Richard thought, but Carib seemingly lost control.

Almost everyone rushed towards Inne whom remarkably quiet, was almost stuck in disbelief that she had been wounded by a stupid radscorpion. Both Dwemer and Sam pulled out their medkits at the same time, but it soon was clear that Sam had more expertise. She cut open to wound in the hope to bleed some venom out of it. Everyone knows this only removes a small amount of poison, but every bit helps.

Melvin were quickly distracted and moved a bit further from the group and stood guard.

"She needs antidote and a real doctor..." Sam concluded.

"There is no more antidote in Shady Sands, but i'm sure the doc could make some with the tails of these dead buggers." Rob said.

"I think it's best we get her to Shady Sands ASAP, no time to loose with venom. I take it you fellows are not here on a pleasure safari and that you have something to do in these parts, probably related to these scorpions. So i propose i take Inne back to Shady Sands, maybe best accompanied by Sam. Inne might need someone with medical expertise along the way."

Richards arguments made sense, but he had more reasons to ask Sam to come with him to Shady Sands. For one, the extra protection from her AK-112 would be welcome, but this was by far the least of his worries. He did not trust the companion of Dwemer, not around women at least. Richard had not thought of these reasons while speaking to the group, but in retrospect it is sure these arguments played in his decision.

OCC- Welsh - here minor edits to fit the story.
 
The others seemed to agree with Richard's decision, that was, except Inne.

"Bullshit." She said. "I just got stung, ain't killed. Takes more than one sting of them little fuckers to bring down a grown person. I'll feel the poison affect for awhile, and I'll get sicker and more cranky than I usually am, but it'll take more than one sting to put me in the ground."

Dwemer bent over concerned. "Inne, I have a variety of antidotes in my pack. They might work, but I really don't know about this sting."

"I don't want your fucking antidote. Jeezus people. I been around these little nasty motherfuckers most of my life. I been stung so many damn times I'd a thought I'd grown immune from the bites, but I guess I didn't. Fuck." She said. "Look, I'm responsible for this outfit and it wouldn't be right for me to go back like a baby with a bump. It would ruin my reputation."

Melvin was watching for more of the radscorpions, but overheard the woman. Damn she was a tough broad

Dwemer looked at the others and shrugged. "What can you tell us about the poison."

Sam was wrapping a bandage around the wound. Already the arm had grown swollen and greyish.

Inne winced at the pain, but then looked over at Dwemer and the others. "You get enough of them, and they kill you. ANd no, Razlo hasn't figured out the damned antidote yet and we've given him so many damn tails you'd think he'd know what the fuck he was doin, but he ain't. Fucking quack." Said Inne. "Look we're here to do a job, and sure as hell we probably going to get some asskicking our way. But we got the job to do first, then we go home. THat's the way it's done. Lets not get all pussy because I'm a woman cause I probably got more balls than all of you put together." The last part was directed at Richard.

Then she looked at Sam and then back at Richard. "We're here to kill this here nest of scorpions because they're killing Shady Sands. But we got asked to do this job, or drafted." she said, looking at Caribe, "But you two ain't part of that. If you want to go to Shady Sands just follow the trail North. If you want to stick with us, fine, but you might get killed. If we don't we'll take you back and I'm sure the town council will take kindly to you all."

"Inne.." Started Caribe.

"Fuck you if you think I'm going back just because I got stung." Said Inne.

Dwemer handed Caribe the 10 mm. pistol. "Here."

"Trust?" Asked Caribe.

"Not really but I guess you're right, this is not a time to quibble. And you'll need this before it's over. But I can only give you half the ammo, about two clips." Said Dwemer.

"Better conserve the ammo until this is through." Said Caribe. "Ok, if Inne isn't leaving then we're still going to do this thing. Sam, Rich, what do you do?"
 
"I cant speak for Sam but i'm coming with you guys, you saved my ass, so i'm going to stick with you until my debt is paid. Your cause to want to help the village seems just, so i'll help. Anyhow, you guys have some spare 10mm ammo you could miss? A pair of silenced pistols might come in handy if we don't want to wake up the entire neighborhood..." Richard replied.

This was a matter of honor and he would help the strangers until his debt was paid or until they did something that was against his moral code. Hell, he had nothing really better to do anyway!

So, we are going to hunt scorpz hey? I'm up to that, Richard thought. They are going to learn that payback is a bitch...

He hoped that Sam would stick around too, and that his new companions would remember that he couldn't run too fast with this busted leg of his...
 
Carib threw him his spare clip. "Here," He knew it was full hardy, but every bit counted. Better have two clips than none at all. Besides, Carib was good enough, he knew where to shot them and not officially squeeze off ammo into one bug.

Richard accepted them, not sure why Carib did what he did, but nonetheless dared to question the offer.

Sam looked over them and at Carib especially. Their eyes met for a moment, and it seemed as if some unseen battle of wits was being played out. Right now they were stuck in a stalement. "Sure... I'll tag along. The bugs are threat to everyone. So why not. Besides, I'm sure FMJ here wouldn't mind." She knew her father wouldn't approve, right now she could forsee the lecture that awaited her. But aside from Carib's smirk, no one else objected to her joining. After all, perhaps with their help she could find more books.

It isn't our way to intefere with problems of others. She invisioned the tall figure in power armor rattling on in his usual bartone voice.
 
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Dwemer looked surprised at Richard's statement. "All I got is a pistol, and the brass knuckles I traded the knife in for, and a spear from Shady Sands. Two clips of ammo."

Melvin, overhearing the conversation, also called in. "I got this .357, a spear and a knife."

Caribe nodded. "10 mm, spear and knife, one clips Anybody else?"

OCC- ok, lets take stock. Sam has an automatic rifle and probably a side arm. Rob has a rifle and a side arm, Inne has a rifle and a side arm. Is that about it?, Remember, in the wasteland weapons are hard to find. In Fallout, they were very hard to find at the beginning.
 
"Ak-112 assault rifle and a Colt.45 M1911A1 pistol. I have one two magazines of 5mm AP... Four clips of .45 Caliber, and a combat knife. And two frag grenade." Sam declared.
 
"Got 2 10mm Colt Delta Elites, with mountable silencers and that knife of yours."

Richard casually stepped over to Sam, handed back the loaned Colt 1911A1 and whispered: "Keep an eye on Inne's arm will you? Something tells me she got quite a dose."

He checked the ammo Carib gave him and loaded his own Colts...
 
Sam nodded and walked over to Inne. Checking the wound, it looked ugly, but not fatal. She'd live.
 
Richard just thought of something, "Ow, almost forgot: Melvis, Melvin or whatever, come over here for a sec."

"My name is Melvin, honky."

Richard dove into his backpack and pulled out a light leather jacket.

"You can have it, consider it a downpayment. It's kinda small so it wouldn't fit Dwemer, you could try it on but it might be a tight fit..." Richard said and added whispering "It'll cover up the vault symbols, try and do the same for Dwemer as soon as possible"

If he was wrong no problem, but all signs pointed to it that Dwemer and Melvin were vaultdwellers fresh to the wastes. Evidence was abundant: the clean jumpsuits, the canteens and the brandnew knife.
 
"You know RIch, you might be white, but you're alright. One day you come to my hood, I make sure the brothers treat you right, maybe get you a little black badunkbadunk, ya know." Said Melvin trying on the jacket. "Damn hot for nigga in this sun though. Makes me look like a black Fonzi. Need some shades, some gold, and I be just like Shaft. Did I tell you about the boot?"

"What boot?" Asked Rich.

"Big ass boot. Like the giant from Jack and the bean stalk, boot. One big mutha boot."

"Where did you see it?" Asked Richard, now curious.

"Over there in the creek bed. I figure them big ass bugs at 'em all up." Said Melvin, "Come on I'll show ya."

"Hey, where ya goin?" asked Sam as Melvin and Rich went back to the dry creek bed.

"To show the boy the boot."

"What boot?" Asked Sam.

"The big mutha fucka's boot. WIth the foot." Replied Melvin.

Sam looked at the others. Dwemer added, "Melvin saw a big boot."

"A boot?" Asked Caribe.

"A big boot." Replied Dwemer. No one knew what to make of it, so they decided to follow.

But when Melvin got to the creek bed, the boot was gone. What he did see what a rad scorpion scurring away carrying something in it's pinchers. But before he could take a shot at it, the creature had disappeared down a hole.
 
"Well," Carib said, scracthing his throat with his fingers, "looks like we do what we were sent to do. Besides I want to see this boot." Carib was curious to know how big that boot was. It was true that the wastes teemed with strange and unusual things. Mutanted beasts, monsters, death claws... But this for some reason seem to hint something omnious.

But for now Carib let it go. He didn't put his faith in the unseen and the whispered tales of silly old women and drunkards of the bar. But, yet even a fool did speak wisdom from time to time.

"Let's go. We get through this, I'll personally buy each one of you a Cold Nuka Cola. Fresh, not that flat crap they serve about the wastes." Carib vowed.

Grabbing a small flare from the pack of tools they were given, Carib cracked the safety and the bright red spark came to life with a hiss. It was time to enter the Hive....

OCC- Minor fix here Caribe. Sorry but the mutant mystery has to remain for plot reasons. See my post on the OCC board. For now our characters have no reason to know, predict or have encountered a FEV/ Dipped Mutant
 
Carib and the 2 vaultdwellers took point, followed by Sam and Inne while Richard was bringing up the rear. Rob seemed somewhat of a free agent, walking back and forth in between groups, not really knowing where he belonged.

Richard started to sing in a hushed voice:
"Dreams of war
Dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite."

And more particularly to Sam:
"Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land."

Sam could appreciate the comical likeness to their present situation but she thought it best if everyone was on their toes and silent. "Stop it Richie, no time for fooling around."

Richard did not even object to being called Richie, it had grown on him, yet if another person than Sam would call him that it would be a completely different matter.

Richard simply replied with another verse he had known by hard since his childhood, he really loved the pre-war metalstyle music:
"Hush little baby, now don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beast under your bed
In your closet & in your head!"
 
rob who was walking at the back of the group was scanning the tunnels.

"geez.....it's like im the bad guy.....or the outsider.....or maybe everyone just hates me cause i'm a gunrunner"mumbled rob as he continued walking
 
"You are an outsider..." Carib whispered, "We all are, gunrunner." The voice held some comical comfort, but no meaness. No malice.

"Just watch our back and we watch yours. But since we both from LA, I'll cover you as long as you don't fuck up, Okay?"

Rob nodded, not sure to trust Carib, but at least someone was trying to reach out for him. "Fair enough." Rob nodded, stroking his rifle.

They kept their eye out for scorpions, following the faint trail of rattles and skittering.
 
The motion sensor began to stir with activity. She saw most of the red dots accumulate in each of the three corners of the expansive cave. Walking by, her foot hit a skeleton. It was human. Next to it was a dull and worn knife and a broken spear.

Stripped of flesh and armor. The dried bones seem to beacon for vengeance. By the look of the widness of the pelvis, it was a woman. Probably a farmer or farm hand that was unfurtinate enough to cross paths with some very hungry scorpions.

"We got activity in the three corners." Sam motioned to the darker shafts. "And by the look of it we won't have a chance of taking on the entire hive. Already I can't even count the dots... Meaning we hav-"

She was cut off. "What are you suggesting Sam?" Carib asked, wanting to get to the point.

"Hey brother don't be rude, the woman has a pla-"

Carib shot Melvis a look. "I am not your brother, Vault Dweller," Carib snapped harshly. For the one that was on his side, Carib didn't really much care.

"As I said, boys... before I was interrupted." Sam paused, "maybe we should cave the place in. By the looks of this place it could be an old shaft hewned from pre-war times. Perhaps we can collaspe it and trap the bastards."

"Right, Scorpions can't tunnel." Richard cut in.

"Correct. But where and how. Most of this place is solid and we'd need dynamite or something really strong to make that sort of explosion. Any ideas." She gave Richard a nod of approval. Maybe the guy wasn't such a loser after all.
 
"well.....as we were walking in the cave i scaned the walls and i found two weak points......but you have me stumped with the dynamite part.....unless someones has lots of alcohol"said rob as he was rummaging through his pack.
 
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