ICC- First Mission

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Miles moved carefully toward the center of town, glancing behind him for another orange flash, he had already seen the deathclaws tear apart two of the muties before deciding to fall back. Up ahead near the center of the town he could see people assembling regrouping and assessing the situation. Problems..big orange problems where in this town and things where going to get worse he was sure of it.

Stepping threw a ruined doorway and almost tripping over a dead mutie, Miles crouched down near a group of people in leather armor waiting for orders on what to do next.

OOC-Short but an errand called will write more next post.
 
Chua was exhausted.
He sat down and got something to eat. He went up to the rooftop, but now he couldn't see any Deathclaws around. He sat down on the roof and took another bite of the food. He reloaded his rifle and magnum.

When he had eaten a bit, he went down from the roof, and looked around himself, all he saw was a dead Deathclaw and some mutants trying to pull back, but a Deathclaw came in their way...

Chua got behind the wall, and ran over to the next building. He ran over to the next house, and discovered two guys sitting in the alley, one of them sat upagainst the wall.

When Chua was about to walk over to them, Rob heard the sounds and took up his assault rifle and pointed it at Chua.
"Hey, don't point at me with that thing!" Chua said.
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were a Deatclaw!" Rob replied.

"Do you know this guy?" Chua asked.
"Yeah his names Fenix, we met eachother in the Hub!"Rob said "I'm Rob, by the way!" He added.
"I'm Chua, or you can call me Snake!" Chua replied
 
Major Max observed the action from a distance. He was patient. This was, after all, a test for the men and for his second-in-command. But then all of life is a test.

His sergeant nearby waited for his orders. Other platoons had begun to take more distant positions on clearer ground, where their advantage with ranged weapons could have the most effect.

Some of the other squads had begun to pick off deathclaws from range. This would enrage the beasts and they would come out in a rush of fury and violence. More shots would fire until the creatures came to close, and then either the squads small arms or the miniguns of the BOS members, would drop the beast lifeless into the dust.

The message had been sent to Arco. The BOS were ready to move in. They waited only his request.

On each side of Max stood a squad of his power-armored warriors. Some of the armor had been dented, but all the weapons, like the men, were tested and tried.

The deathclaws had done much damage to the Muties. Good. But few deathclaws could withstand the consequences of the business end of a mini-gun.

Still to move his squads into the town would mean giving up the advantages of range and to close with this enemy. Max had longed to fight a deathclaw hand-to-hand, but such action did not play to the BOS advantages. Their strength would lie in the power armor. But he had seen deathclaw tear apart men in power armor before, then rip of their skin as they screamed to get to the bloody entrails inside.

It had not been pretty.

His men were impassive and stoic. They feared not mutants nor deathclaws, only their commander's wrath.

Max returned to his binoculars and observations. He would wait for Arco's request before moving in.

He noted on Mutant leaving the battle scene, and watched this lone mutant for awhile.

If members of the Mutants were to be somehow turned, they would make good additions to his force.

But there was another concern. Arco's irregulars might be running low on supplies.
 
When he was patched up, Kahgan went to get his things. He was still covered in ghoul-guts, so he would probably not run into any claws on his way. He got to his stuff and packed it into his bag and took his UZI in his hands. After that, he went over to the dead claw, he stood there, admiring it, before he pulled out a skinning knife and skinned it. anhour later, he cut of the claws head, emptied it, wrapped it in the hide and threw it over his shoulder. Then he went back.

When he got back, he threw the hide with its head in it down on the ground in front of the crowd wich had now taken cover, "See, this deathclaw was killed by this machete and these hands" He said to the men standing there, "I don't belive ya!" someone shouted, Kahgan answered: "Well dont, but dont expect any good from me when a claw's after ya! By the way, anyone got any salt? I need to conserve this hide 'till we get to a place with a good tanner."
 
"I have some salt in my cooking supplies." sack said, dropping his pack and rummigang thru it.
Several minutes later, he pulled out a container of salt.
Part of the supplies I brought from home, but I havent really used it much.
Jack handed the salt to Kahgan and put his pack back on.
 
Kahgan took the salt with a "Thanks", then he aplied it to the hide, then he made a quick clean of the skull wich he packed in the hide. Then he tied it up so it was easy to carry it. After that, he washed up quickly, and put the rest of his clothes back on, checked and oiled the UZi and the 10mm.
He looked at the group, spat at the ground and thought to himself "If there were noone around here to comand, this pack of scum would be the main court in a claw-party already". Allthough there were some skilled warriors, most were just first-time adventurers.
 
Miles walked slowly threw a few buildings, eyes and ears open for any movement or sound that would betray a threat around the next corner. There where voices on the air ahead, and sounds of movement near the center of the town. The irregulars regrouping and checking supplys most likely. Around the next building a group of people had gathered most where counting magazines and bullets but one man stood out. He seemed to have the hide of a deathclaw wrapped around something.."Must of got a luck shot off and killed it" Miles mused.

Slumping down against a wall near the man with the deathclaw Hide he began to check through his equipment.

"I guess if your its not safe sitting near this guy then you can't find safe here, I sure hope those things hate the smell of their own dead"

Three empty magazines for the rifle. Miles pulled a handful of loose shells out of his pack and began reloading them.
 
Kahgan looked over to the man stting a few yards from him, "Eyh, ya! Got any 9mm rounds for trade? I'm running low!" "Nah, I dont got any guns that use those." He answered. "Damn...Shoot'em in the eyes...if you get a chance..."

OCC
Threw is not the same as Through, Miles :P
 
As they were standing there, suddenly the wall burst open and a DeathClaw lept out landing on Jack.
As he went down, his .50cal went off, shredding the DeathClaw at point blank.
Unfortunitly, the death claw twisted the guns barrel as it fell down.
"Ah fuck." Jack said as Tenel Ka and Kahgan pulled him from under the shreeded corpse."My guns fucked up."
"Wait, that uses .50 Cal, right?" Miles asked.
"Yup."
"I saw a dead sniper that ran out of ammo. Its only a few blocks away. He had a M-82 Barett, which uses .50 cal."
"Heh, sweet. Who wants to come with me Jack asked.
"I'm Jack, by the way." Jack said extending his hand.

OCC
Tenel Ka will say yes, of course, so whoever answers next have her saying yes too.
 
Kahgan: "I'm all covered in claw-blood, so I'll come with ya."
Tenel Ka: "Coutn me in!"
 
Fenix woke with a start from his abyss. "where am I?"

Rob looked over and snickered."Well look who's awake."
A tribal looking fighter stared at Fenix like he was a ghost."You slayed the claw."

"Excuse me?" The tribal pointed at Fenix's Deathclaw tooth necklace.

"O yea that. I suppose I did kill a claw."

The tribal straightened. "May I have one of those teeth."

Fenix looked crossly at the dirty looking fighter." Sure thing, when a paper dog chases an asbestos cat through hell."

Fenix attempted to stand up, but failed.
"Think you can help me up rob."

Rob grabbed Fenix by his good hand and hauled him to his feet.

"Hey tribal can you grab my stuff?" Fenix pointed to his stuff on the table including his pack, laser pistol, precious labcoat and shirt.

"And do not mess up my labcoat."

Then Fenix led the group up into the street to rendezvous with the BOS in the middle of the city.
 
The report of the M2's firing made Miles ears ring as he turned and drew the knife, the reloaded magazines dropping to the ground next to his pack. Looking over he saw a guy in combat armor underneath one of the orange beasties, an old browning m2 with its barrel tweaked lay near him. The guy who had asked for 9mm ammo from him and a red headed woman where pulling the other one from underneath the corpse. Seeing no further danger he slid the knife back into its place and picked the magazines up.

"My guns fucked up"
"Wait, that uses .50 cal, right?" Miles looked at the twisted barrel
"yup"
"I saw a dead sniper a few blocks away looks like he got killed when his m-82 ran dry, those use .50 cal i believe"
"Heh, Sweet. Who wants to come with me"
"I'm Jack, by the way." He extended his hand

Miles shook Jacks hand and nodded. "Miles Drake, nice to meet you" The big guy with the subguns and the red head both had agreed to acompany Jack.

"count me in on your little search, I'll show you where the body is. Maybe we can find some other useful equipment and get back before we get reported dead or worse" Miles grinned beneath the combat armors visor.

"this way" sliding the magazines back into their pouches he gripped the assault rifle tightly and started threading his way through the small group.
 
Arco stopped the group that was leaving to gather the sniper rifle.

“Everyone divide up into groups of ten to twelve, pick up a radio, and keep a loose formation. We need to find the source of these beasts. From what we know, they like to lay their nest is in cool damp places like basements. Move out and search the buildings radio back to if you find anything.”

The group fanned out to search the city. Arco radioed MAx that his assistance could be need at any time. But first they needed to find the nest. The deathclaws were smart and would prefer to lore the humans done into their nest to make the kill. The wolves' strength would be needed at that time.
 
Scorp decided to go door to door, in the hope of finding the source of the deathclaw infestation. At this point he didn't really care about helping the Brotherhood soldiers or their recruits, but taking on a whole bunch of deathclaw would be the most exciting thing he had done these past six months...

Scorp quickly swept through buildings, checking room after room. Up till now he had only encountered a whole lot of corpses and a bunch of sissies curled up in fear of the deathclaws. He would have gladly ended their miserable existence but he didn't, because it would get him into trouble with the BoS leader, whomever he was.

Eventually Scorp crossed a little square. Some young recruits, still green behind the ears, had grouped up there and decided it was best to let the BoS soldiers take care of the deathclaws, while they stayed here safely in group, with guns pointed at every possible direction.

As they saw Scorp coming by, checking every house, some of them must have figured to be safe with a SAW wielding brute and they followed him. Scorp picked up the pace and did his best to discourage them. However they followed him into a small house. There were 3 of them, still fresh from the wastes without any combat experience. Scorp could tell from their stance and the fear in their eyes. Although still unexperienced barely armored soldiers, some of them carried heavy weaponry: the first one carried a Citykiller combatshotgun and the two others 10mm SMGs.

"Can we join you? We'll..." The first one said before being interupted, he seemed to be the alpha male of the three.

"Fuck off, this is dangerous shit." Scorp replied as he cleared the next room.

"Four is safer than one you know, we wanna get out of here alive!" The guy with the Citykiller said.

"There are only two things that can happen if you team up with me: either you screw up and I end up dead or you get in the way and you end up dead. I dont wanna choose between the two, but I wont hesitate to go for the second option. Now get lost dipshit." Scorp replied.

As the 'alpha male' was getting ready to object once more, a shadow appeared from behind a turned over table. Scorp was the only one to notice it in time. A claw went up high behind the alpha male's back, but Scorp did not wait. He aimed with his SAW and as he pulled the trigger, he saw the dude's face turn pale and his eyes fill with fear. As the upper part of the torso shredded, blood splat all over the wall and over the deathclaw. Human blood was not the only that hit the deathclaw. Bullets had flown through the torso at close range and were hitting the deathclaw. The shredded human body fell to the floor and Scorp kept on firing. Deathclaw blood was splattering on the walls in slow motion, pieces of meat were flying through the air.

The deathclaw hit the floor and Scorp stopped firing. On first guess he had almost wasted 50 rounds on this encounter. As he started to reload he noticed the deathclaw must have been pretty young. No longer a cub, but still not as big as a regular claw. Maybe this had been it's first and last hunt...

Scorp turned around to continue his sweep, when he noticed the two young recruits puking their guts out. He halted a second and smiled. One of the recruits looked at him with accusing eyes. "Hey, can't say I didn't warn the poor bastard... I gave him a quick and painless death, he would've died as soon as the claw had hit his back anyway..." Scorp said as he left the recruits behind.
 
Chua got up and followed Fenix and Rob into the center of the city.
Chua checked and reloaded his guns. It was then he remembered, he had forgot his combat knife, his proud, in the alley. He grabbed his rifle and ran back into the city.

"Where are you going?" Rob shouted.
"I forgot my knife in the alley!" Chua answered.
"Fuck your knife!" Rob replied."It's gonna get ya killed" He added.
"I'll be right back!" Chua said.

Chua snuck his way, from building to building, around corner to corner. He finally got to the alley where they had sat before. There was noone or nothing there, except for his knife.

Chua slowly walked towards the knife, picked it up and put it in his belt. He slowly walked backwards out of the alley, with his rifle in his hands.

Chua snuck his way back to the center. He got back to Fenix and Rob.
"Where the hell have you been, tribal?" Fenix asked.
"I had to get my knife!" Chua replied.
"What....you ran into the city for a knife?" Fenix said, surprised.
"Yep, sure did, it's my proud!" Chua answered. "I'm Chua by the way." He added.
"I'm Fenix!" He answered by extending his hand.
Chua shook Fenix's hand and replied: "Good to meet you!"

Rob was close by, reloading his assault rifle.
"Hey Rob, got some grenades to trade?" Chua asked.
 
Miles nodded at the power armored BOS soldier and retrieved a radio. Cool and damp places the soldier had mentioned..kinda like the caves back home, Miles wondered how he got into things like this, both his brothers had stayed home in the community and settled down..but not him no sir, he just had to go off to make his way in the world.

Miles laughed to himself and kept moving down the city streets, the three people with him following carefully, everyones senses tuned for a sound, smell or sight that would signify danger. There was a short staccato burst of fire in the distance. "some damn fool getting himself eaten" miles thought to himself.
 
Jack was busy inspecting his new weapon when the BOS second orderd them to go hunting.
As he inspected the gun, he noticed something odd.
'This gun doesnt have a magizine, what the fuck.'
Then Jack realized something further.
The gun had been heavily modified.
It could accept a feed from a ammo belt.
Smiling and breaking off ten rounds from the belt around his shoulder, Jack loaded the gun up and moved out with the squad.
 
"Yeah, I've got some grenades, but I want them myself!" Rob said.
"Okay, you take 'em." Chua replied. Chua sat down on a rock, and brought up something to eat, and a bottle of water.

Chua again checked his weapons, he also checked all his gear. He took another bite of the food, watching over the city. Chua wanted to go out there. "Out there, somewhere there is a sniper rifle, waiting for me to come pick it up, there has got to be!" Chua thought.

He again glanced over his gear. He were going to need more 9mm ammo soon, he was running low.
 
This house to house Mickey Mouse shit was going nowhere. Only one deathclaw encountered after sweeping an entire street. Boredom struck. With boredom comes distraction, with distraction comes error and error brings death. Scorp decided to head to the main square in the hope to meet up with some Brotherhood hotshot.

Slowly he made his way towards the square. Carefully taking cover, checking all angles, moving up and taking cover again. Once on there he only spotted a group of recruits that had chickened out and stayed. Apparently the BoS soldiers had fanned out already to try and eradicate the Deathclaws.

Scorp passed the frightened recruits and spat a their feet, making it clear that it disgusted him to see wannabe soldiers chicken out. One of them aimed his hunting rifle at him, trying to look tough, but quickly lowered it again when he saw the bloodlust in Scorps eyes.

Scorp noticed a small pile of weapons and ammo next to them and made his way towards it. The recruits had pilled up some of the weapons of their fallen comrades. Anything could be found, ranging from standard issue 9mm berettas to mutant miniguns. He quickly went through the stack to find anything useful. He had always wanted to have a small M79-type grenade launcher. He was quite surprised to find a China Lake Natic 40mm HE-grenade launcher in the stack. This was a very rare contraption: it was basically a modified M79 to act as a shotgun to enable quick repetitive fire of grenades instead of having to reload all the time. It could load 4 40mm HE rounds plus a chambered round. Scorp was ecstatic, this really made his day.

He quickly ran over to the ammopile but unfortunately no 40mm grenades were to be found. He checked the contents of the gun itself and it contained only one round. Scorp took his time to check the gun thoroughly, the last thing you want is a grenade launcher exploding in your hands due to a misfire. The gun seemed in working order although it could use a good clean. The lack of spare ammo for the gun was no big deal, he could probably get his hands on some of it in raider camps, in big cities or at gunrunners.

A Scorp was wondering what to do next, a thought flashed through his brain. The eight fingered mutant was still out there! He had completely forgotten about him due to the fight. If the mutie was still following them, Thorgrimm would be in trouble...

Scorp ran at full speed back to the outskirts, disregarding his own safety and letting his guard down. Hopefully the deathclaws would disregard him because of the stench of the foul water he had rolled into before going to the ville. Fair enough, as Scorp got to the outskirts he spotted the giant mutant with the human heads hung to his belt.

The mutants left shoulder seemed to be bleeding. Thorgrimm probably spotted the mutant sneaking up on him and got a round off before the mutie got too close. As Scorp approached, he realised the mutant was too close to Thorgrimm to be able to use the Minimi without danger of hitting Thorgrimm. The erratic recoil might send a stray bullet his way. He had hit him once before, and once was enough.

Scorp was about 150 meters away when the mutant almost got on top of Thorgrimm, time for a rash decision. Scorp halted, kneeled, put down his SAW and got the China Lake off his back. He tried to judge the wind and flipped up the ranging sights. The launcher made a dry *plump* and the grenade was away. Scorp slung the launcher around his shoulder, picked up his SAW and started running again.

The grenade hit and the mutant acted as a shield for Thorgrimm. All the shrapnel that would endanger Thorgrimm hit the mutant square in the back. Apparently this was not enough to take him out, it was not even enough to knock him to the ground, but it might provide Thorgrimm with the edge he needed to survive...
 
The recruits had searched the town all the way through finding only one to two deathclaws and very few of the houses had basements. Arco had come to the conclusion that the group of deathclaws they had just encountered were the hunting group of the pack. If he was correct the rest of the claws would stay at the nest to protect the mother claw and the young. But where the hell could the nest be?

No basements but the town has a number of wells around the city. Perhaps that was it, they were using the wells their nest. Arco called Max to help with this.

“Well Captain, what have you found?”

“I believe the claws are using an underground cavern system that the town used for their water supply as their nest. It seems connected through the towns wells.”

“So what’s the plan Arco?”

“There are five wells throughout the town. The plan is to divide up into five groups and check each one. The central in the courtyards well has ladder heading down it, probably used by the town to check the water levels. I believe that all the wells connect through tunnels and that we should destroy the four other wells and use the main one to make an assault on the nest that way the claws can not come up the other wells and get us a in a pincer attack. We have some explosives that would do a nice job on sealing up the other wells. Once that’s done we can go down the central well take them out.”


One of the recruits chimed in, “Why don’t we just blow up the central well as well?”

“The central well is much bigger than the others and would take more of our explosives to seal. Since our explosives are limited I feel that we should conserve them.”


“Okay, Arco, let’s try it your way.”

Max had brought additional ammo and they readied their plan dividing up into five groups and preparing the explosives. Once that was complete everyone was to meet by the central well in the courtyard to prepare for the assault.
 
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