In a musty, smog filled bar in Klamath . . .

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Xalapa Enrique walks into the Golden Gecko and breathes in the dense smoke made from several men smoking cigars.

"Hey, I'm looking for Barat. Anybody see him?" -Xalapa

A small, midget-like man walks up and pulls a 9mm pistol, then sticks it in Xalapa's nose.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out, punk." -Barat

"I heard you were looking for a job. I have one that promises pay and booty." -Xalapa

Barat pulls a combat knife and puts it against Xalapa's neck, pressing hard enough to show a trickle of blood.

"Oh, yeah? Like what kind of a job?" -Barat

*in a hushed-down voice* "I run a sect of slavers twenty miles north of this pathetic town. We're going to move douth soon an-" -Xalapa

Barat presses knife harder.

"And ?" -Barat

"I need a guard. A special bodyguard. Someone I can trust, and someone who knows how to use a gun." -Xalapa

Barat sheaths knife and puts gun in holster.

"I'm listening." -Barat

"We're going to move south, in Metzger's old area of operations. We need a fighting force, and you're just what we're looking for. You help us, and you can get twenty percent of every capture you make." -Xalapa
 
Barat looks down, considering the offer. He then turns to one of the tables and sits down, and Xalapa follows by sitting across from him.

"Alright, I'm considering your offer. But first you have to explain exactly how you found me. I'm not exactly allowing myself to be known." -Barat

"I remember that a number of travelers spoke the name of a mercenary who fought so ferociously with . . . simple weapons that there are legends about your exploits." -Xalapa

Barat frowns slightly.

"What kind of legends?" - Barat

Xalapa hesitates for a moment then smiles.

"The kind of legends that mothers say to get a child to go to sleep." -Xalapa

Barat chuckles softly, then reaches around, grabbing a nuka-cola. He pops the lid of the bottle and takes a hearty swig.

"How powerful is this group of your?" -Barat

Xalapa frowns considerably as he recalls the strength of his group.

"We've got about ten guards, six slavers, two base guards, a cook, me, and you, if you want. Among us, there's mostly pipe rifles, with a scattering of pistols." -Xalapa

Barat laughs rather loudly, getting the attention of several bar patrons. He quickly stops, and leans forward.

"No wonder why I've never heard of you. You don't have the strength to enslave a stupid tribal, much less raid a passing caravan. What you need are some weapons. I know how to procure them." -Barat

"Go on." -Xalapa

"Metzer's group had a large stash of valuables. Money, weapons, medicines, jewels. Everything we had accumulated was there. That stash was where his men kept their ammo for cattle prods and guns." -Barat

"Where is it?" -Xalapa

Barat stares intently into Xalapa's eyes, then looks down at the table. After a few seconds we looks up again and takes another swig of nuka-cola.

"I guess I'm hired. Bring your entire group a mile north of town, and I'll lead you in to the stockpile." -Barat
 
*hours later, in a small canyon in the mountains north of Klamath*

Barat and Xalapa are sitting down next to a fire talking while the rest of the slavers ready their weapons.

"The stockpile is located here: about six miles west of the Den in a pre-war supply cache. That bastard Metzger used it to supply his troops. The bunker its located in was designed to be a short-term fallout shelter, so the only way is through this metal door. The door is inside a cave, so you won't see it unless you go cave-hunting." -Barat

Xalapa smiles.

"This is great. How many weapons does it have?" -Xalapa

"Last time I saw it, the facility could hold twenty mean looking rifles, ammo, rations, a bunch of energy cells, and some strange looking round thingies . . . " - Barat

"Perfect. That bunker can serve as a base of operations. I suppose we'll need to build stockades and barricades." - Xalapa

"The only problem with that is that there's a bunch of tribals livin a little ways away from the cave. They're surely going to make trouble for you." -Barat

Xalapa frowns. He turns towards one of his men who is cleaning his Pipe Rifle.

"Do we stand a chance against these primitives?" -Xalapa

"Metzger's men barely made it out alive last time. We're going to need some specific help taking them down." -Barat

"Ouch. Well, how many warriors do they have?" -Xalapa

"You could say twenty." -Barat

"We can handle twenty. What's the catch?" -Xalapa

"They've got some weapons comparable to our own, maybe even a shotgun or two. They're a tough lot." -Barat

"Tell me exactly where they live." - Xalapa

Barat draws a sketch of the surrounding terrain and the approximate location of the villiage.

"They're located at the base of that cliff. I'm thinking we get some dynamite and blow them out." - Xalapa

"Yes, but none of us knows how to use dynamite. And that brings up another point. Your men may be able to fight, and your cook can feed them, but there's no one to heal the wounded, or to fix their weapons. We need men who know what they're doing." -Barat

"Then we should start hitting caravans. Try to capture someone who knows how to place explosives, a doctor, and a repairman." -Xalapa

"Then I have a plan just for you." -Barat
 
*Many hours later, in a path just south of the Den, the dust from an apporaching caravan moves on the horizon, until a party of six men moves into an enclosed canyon . . .*

Xalapa calmly walks up to the caravan master, showing no weapons.

"Hello friend. Do you have any supplies to sell?" - Xalapa

"Sure. I'll let you look over my inventory. But watch yourself, my guards are checking your every move." -Caravan Master

After a few minutes of looking, Barat finds a box holding six plastic explosives, a few wrenches, some tools, and a couple stims.

"Hmm . . . say, do you know anyone around here who knows medical stuff. Oh, a repairman would be nice too." - Xalapa

"I know of a doctor. He lives a few miles east of here in his house with his family. I'll show you." -Caravan Master

Xalapa follows the caravan master for an hour until they come across a brahmin ranch. A man come out of the door of the house to greet the oncoming travelers.

"Greetings! Fred, it's so good to see you again. My name is Wes. *to Xalapa* And your name is?" -Wes

"My name is Renny. I'm planning on moving into the area I'd like to know where I could find a doctor." - Xalapa

"I used to be a doctor, Renny. It's always nice to have a new neighbor." - Wes

Xalapa, Fred, and Wes sit and talk on Wes's ranch for a few hours.

"It's been nice, but I really need to be going." - Xalapa

"Well, come back soon." - Wes

Xalapa leaves the ranch and travels to the slaver's camp just a few miles north of the Den.

"Your plan worked perfectly. I found the supplies and a doctor after just three caravans." - Xalapa

"Tomorrow, we'll raid the caravan and attack the ranch. Do you want the Caravan Master alive or dead?" - Barat

"Alive. I need him to inform the country that there's a new slavers guild in town, and we're here to stay." - Xalapa
 
*hours later, just after dawn, Fred and his caravan start out from the Den for Modoc and Vault City.*

Xalapa and his men hide in the bushes, watching the caravan move past them in the open desert.

"Get ready . . ." - Barat

"Wait for the signal. Everyone concentrate on the lead guard, then on each guard after that. Keep them alive. We need them as slaves." - Xalapa

The caravan moves next to the line of bushes the slavers are hiding in, unaware of impending doom. Xalapa readies his SMG, and aims for the lead guard . . . and fires. The guard catches the bullet in the chest, but the metal armor easily protects the man from the bullet (although he'll have a bruise there in the morning).

The rest of the group of ambushers open fire, and throw an assortment of throwing knives, moltov cocktails, and spears. The guards quickly recover from the initial suprise and start firing their weapons.

Three slavers are down, along with two guards . . . and suddenly Barat is among the remaing guards. Like a whirlwind, he moves up, down, spinning and dishing out pain and agony from his two combat knives (one in each hand). Xalapa motions to the rest of the men to cease fire while Barat is among the enemies.

Another two guards are down, and Barat isn't even sweating yet. The last guard tries to aim his assault rifle at Barat, but like a mosquito, he zeroes in, and swiftly slashing the man's firing hand, messing up his aim and a burst of 5mm bullets spray into the air.

Barat quickly arm chops the mans neck, knocking him unconscious. Barat stares at Fred, the only person from the caravan left standing. Fred shows a trickle of sweat on his forehead, then pulls out a club from behind him and attacks Barat

Barat calmly dodges the ill-aimed swing, then chops the club cleanly in two with one of his combat knives.

Fred turns and tries to run, but Xalapa is in his way, and pushes him into the ground.

Xalapa calmly smiles, then kickes him in the head.
 
Xalapa watches as his group readies themselves for combat. All of the non-wounded slavers , wearing captured armor and using weapons from the ambushed caravan, were loading clips into their assorted rifles and guns. The wounded stayed at the camp, weapons drawn on the newly acquired slaves.

Barat walked up to the group.

"I've spotted the ranch. It's just Wes and his family. I'm hoping to just walk up there and kidnap him." - Barat

"Let's move out." - Xalapa

*an hour later, just behind a ridgeline next to the ranch.*

"Alright men, I want you to encircle the whole encampment. If any part of the family fights, you can respond only to disarm and disable. We want him and his family alive." - Xalapa

The whole party runs over the ridgeline and forms a circle around the ranch. Then a group of three men apporach the door, and knock it down. There are sounds of a struggle, then Wes, his wife, and his child, are brought out.

Xalapa approaches the group.

"Wes, I know you don't take kindly to being held captive, but I need you and your healing abilities. I have a number of men who are injured, one of them badly." - Xalapa

"And why would I help a bunch of d***heads like you?" - Wes

Barat approaches the group.

"Because if you don't, * Barat pulls out a 9mm pistol and aims it at his wife's head* "Your family will be vulture food."

"It's your choice, Wes. Help us by healing us, or your family is dead. If you agree, you won't be used as slaves. We'll 'protect' you. You have five seconds." - Xalapa

Barat pulls the hammer back on his 9mm.

"Five . . . four . . . three . . ." - Xalapa

"Alright, you d**n !@#$%^&!. Spare them." - Wes

Barat lowers the gun.

"You've made the right choice." - Xalapa
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Sep-05-00 AT 11:44PM (GMT)[p]*a day later, near dusk*

The cadre of slavers group around a dimly lit campfire, eating and joking. Xalapa and Barat walk up and shoulder their way through the group. Xalapa kicks a slaver who was eating an iguana on a stick off his bench and steps on it.

"Listen up, here's the plan. Those slaves are sitting on our new real estate, and we're going to blow them out. Now, we got six plastic explosives, which I think I can use." - Xalapa

Several slavers show suprised faces.

"Oh, didn't expect that, did you? Well, those savages outgun us. To even the odds a bit, we're going to attack from on top of this cliff-face. I'll attach the bombs to the boulders. There's gonna be a loud bang and a rumble. That's called an avalanche." - Xalapa

"We're going to divide ourselves into two groups. Six men will follow Xalapa to plant the bombs. They'll take at least one assault rifle, and protect him until he's done. The second group will have everyone else. After the avalanche, shoot any tribal who carries a gun. Knock out everyone else. Got it?" - Barat

Everyone in the group nods.

"We attack at first light." - Xalapa
 
If you want someone to join your story you should make an opening in it, so people can get in. This seems to turn into fan fiction rather than RP. If you plan on making this a single-man affair, you might help revive the FF forum by posting there.
 
OOC: Its not that I don't want anyone to join in. Its just that I'm trying to set up a background for my char before doing the "evil" stuff with other people.

Now, on to the post.

School's just started up today (I know, it's late, but we couldn't use the school any earlier because of construction.) So, I'm going to skip some parts (like the battle scene).

IC: *a day later, about noon*

Smoke pours out of the destroyed yurts as slaves move the still-smoking (and often bleeding bodies) of the dead or near-dead tribals. Those not doing clean-up duties were building the barricades and fortifications for the new fortress.

Xalapa peers down to the activity below from he cliff. Barat walks up to him.

"We have the bunker, as you ordered. I managed to open the door, and change the password." *Barat wispers password* " I hope we can set out on recruiting runs as soon as possible." - Barat

"Yes, we need to head out to get more men and supplies. I'll lead a team to New Reno. Once I capture some Jet caravans, we can use it to lure Redding miners to our cause. Maybe some people from the Den and Klamath won't kind to putting 'inferior' peoples in their place." - Xalapa

Barat nods and walks away.
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-01-00 AT 11:11AM (GMT)[p]OOC: Hey I'll join in a bit if you want, my character's called Fang and he is a slaver hater from the BOS i'm telling his story through his interaction in other peoples posts.

IC: Suddenly as Barat walks off a stranger appears behind Xapala weilding a turo plasma rifle. he puts his gun a way and draws a brotherhood sword. This character has just turned off his stealth boy MKII and is about to attack the un aware Xapala. He raises his sword and slashes at Xapla's legs. he raises his word again about to make the killing blow when Barat swings round gun at the ready and fires right at the stranger who is momentarily stuned. Xapla turns and knocks the power-armoured stranger to the floor. Barat runs up and attacks. Several moments later the stranger dissapears just as suddenly as he had appeare. A few seconds later the two men heard the words "Slavers will pay alll slavers".
 
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