Liberated by Rangers

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OOC- I'm starting this thread with a different character with a different name. Please join if you wish.

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The dusty, black wooden baton made a sickening ‘THWUMP’ as it was cracked against the side of Lance’s face. On his knees with his hands tied behind his back, Lance’s body and face were covered in bruises, and blood trickled from his many wounds, he was dressed in torn leather pants and a dirty white shirt that was covered in dark blood-stains, and his long, loose black hair hung down nearly to his shoulders. A swift kick to the stomach sent Lance sprawling across the ground, and before he could catch his breath, the booted foot met his throat and he rolled over on his side, coughing up blood onto the dusty ground.
The slaver grabbed Lance by the shoulder and pulled him back onto his knees, then raised the baton above his head in preparation for another blow. Before he could strike Lance again, the sound of automatic weapons-fire was heard, and the slaver ran out the door of the slave pen, slamming it shut as he left. Lance breathed a pained sigh of relief, and looked to his left out of the chain-link fence. Though the bruise on his right eye blurred his vision, he could just make out several green-clad figures approaching the slavers camp, firing automatic weapons. Lance listened carefully and heard the slavers shouting over the gunfire.

"Fuckin' Rangers!" one yelled.

"Shut up, get out there and stop them!" Came another voice.

Lance struggled to focus as he saw the slavers run into view, firing their pistols at the squad of Rangers.
Lance turned his attention towards the door as it was punctured by a barrage of bullets. A few of the stronger slaves ran over to it and forced the metal door halfway open, and the slaves ran from the enclosure as the fire fight between the slavers and Rangers raged on.
Lance was one of the last to leave with his hands still tied behind his back, but the damage to his left knee kept him from moving very quickly, keeping low as he limped away from the combat zone. One of the slavers must have thrown a fragmentation grenade, because before he knew it, there was an explosion, and he was hurled at least five meters, and landed on his back with a painful ‘THUD’, then he blacked out.

He didn’t know how long he was out, but it couldn’t have been too long, as the slaves were still scattering into the desert when he awoke, but when he looked around, the Rangers had left. Lance’s whole body ached painfully, but the healthier slaves had already looted the bodies of the slavers for guns and equipment. Wearily limping over to a spear which lay on the ground nearby, he bent to pick it up, and bolts of pain shot up his arm. Lance looked down and saw a huge piece of shrapnel from the grenade lodged in his left elbow. It was a good thing he was right-handed.
Taking a deep breath, he winced in pain as he ripped the shard of metal from his arm, and in seconds his entire arm was covered in blood, he tore a strip from his shirt and wrapped it tightly around the wound, stopping the flow of blood. With that, he picked up the spear with his good hand, and stumbled out into the wasteland.

After several minutes, through his blurred vision, he could barely make out a figure coming towards him, hopefuly it was not a raider...

Raising his spear, Lance called out to the stranger.

"Heyy... w- (cough, cough)- who are you?..."
 
RE: Liberated by Rangers (Good writedOOC)

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-12-00 AT 01:16PM (GMT)[p]as lance tryes to foucus the person coming towards him..
The Staranger: Hey who are u i am Reptile...
Lance: Thank good u are not a raider....
Reptile: i am not and will never bee.... By the way u look fucking beated up........
* now as Reptile gets closer Lance getsa better weiv of him... he is wearing some sort of old military pants a pair of shoeas and a t-shirt and over that a knee long black open coat....
....and he is armed with a pair of pistols on the hip.... and a rifle on the back...*
Lance some raiders did beat me up then there was the Rangers and........(the story continues)
Reptile: aaah thats explains those fleeng Slavers i did "meet" on my way here....
Lance does u have anything to drink......
Reptile: sorry i didnt think of that at all..
Here *passes a Cola to Lance... and then u can try to fiw up yourself a little hands over a stimpack and a Small Field packed First aid kit..... i,ll make some food.... *reptile lights a small fire and takes out some iguana on a stick and roasts them on the fire...
at the same time Lance fixes him up not too god but atleast he can see somewath clean now....
Reptile: *As they eat the meet* does u have any special things to do or do u want come with me???
Lance: hmmm..
Reptile: i am not a that big emplyer but i'll give u this shotgun if u come and of course som ammo..... what does u say......
 
RE: Liberated by Rangers (Good writedOOC)

[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-12-00 AT 01:43PM (GMT)[p]The man stopped walking and looked up from the ground. Had he heard a voice? Had he finally found a human being?

He was dressed in a worn leather jacket and jeans, and he seemed quite tired. A long scar across his cheek witnessed of combat experience, and in a holster at his hip was a 10mm pistol.

He wasn't anticipating anything, it might as well be the wind or some raiders, but he raised his hand above his eyes and looked around nonetheless. And he didn't need to look long before he noticed the man, his clothes stained from his own blood and limping badly. In his hand was a raised spear.

It sure as hell wasn't any raider. This guy looked so pathetic his only possible background was that of an escaped slave.

He gulped. He sure as hell didn't want trouble with slavers. They were the meanest bunch you could meet around these parts. Maybe he should just put this slave out of his misery and forget about it.

But he couldn't. He just wasn't the type who could do that. Instead, he called out:

"Hey! I'm not gonna hurt you! Who are you?"
 
RE: Liberated by Rangers (Good writedOOC)

Damn. You beat me. Now which scenario should we stick with?
 
Both

OOC: You could stick to both. There are two strangers around Lance and they are both talking to him.

IC:Out of the shadow of a nearby building steps another stranget in a leather jacket. he has a small pistol in noe hand. It looks rather advanced more than a slave could get his hands on. "hey people," He says as he arrives. he draws a medkit from his small backpack. He bends down and pulls a small device that looks like a sort of pistol. He applies it to Lance's skin and Lance gives off a scream. This device seems to be a hypo without a needle. On the kit box is the mark of the BOS. Lance recognises the guy from the slave camp. he was a slaver there. he suddenly sits up and violently moves towards the stranger. "Relax i was undercover," He says. "Hey Reptile is that you?" Repltile recognises the stranger as Fang an old buddy.

OOC: sorry if Reptile is the wrong character who used to be my buddy i'm not that good on names.
 
RE: Liberated by Rangers (Good writedOOC)

Lance saw the figure calling out to him and lowered his spear, using it to support his weight instead, and called back:

"T-(cough)- Thank you for not shooting. My name is Lance, I have just been recently freed from a slaver camp."

Lance turns to Reptile, still leaning on the spear.

"Thank-you for the drink, friend. I would be happy to travel with you, and the shotgun would help me a lot."

Lance looked down at his arm. The makeshift bandage was completely soaked in blood, so he removed it. Even after the hypo, the wound from the shrapnel was still bleeding profusely. Lance opened the Medical Kit that Reptile gave him and took out a roll of bandages, then proceeded to bandage the wound.
He then finished his drink and sat down on a large rock, obviously exhausted.

OOC: I'm trying to keep this story as low-tech as possible. Things are going perfectly so far, so let's try and keep it like this.
The 'escaped slave' senario enabled me to start my character with very little equuipment.
 
Reptile: Fine its allways nice to have company..... *He hands over the trusty old Winchester Widowmaker Shotgun and 20 spare rounds u can also take this a throwing knife*
Lance: thanks this will help a bit in combat....
Wayne: Does u know each others?
*points at Reptile and Fang*
Fang yes we do we have been doing some "Work together before...
Reptile: U dont havee all those hardware u did have Before....
Fang: Nope its hard to pretend to be a slaver if u are wearing a Brotherhood powerarmor.....
Reptile: that of course.... *smiles*

*a little bit away som escaped slavers are talking together......*(they are around 11 al lof them are wearing leathers and half of them are armed with melee weapons spears and such... and the others are armed with Guns...
2 10mm Pistol
1 Shotgun
1 Scoped Hunting rifle
1 a Grease Gun (the leader)
and they doesnt have that much ammo nor supplies at all)

Slaver: hey there they are atleast 4 and that traitor FANG
Slaver boss: Good lets take them out U *he points at a raider with scoped hunting rifle* get up on thet hill and try to snipe them the rest of us split up in two groups that attacks them from both sides.....
Slavers: Yes Lets kill them...
Another: i'll stick a shotgun up that traitors ass.....
*the slavers moves out*

(OCC: if anyone wants to use my charachter in a battle he is armed with a Beretta M119F 10mm Pistol (15 magasine) and a H&K MP5K smg.....)
 
OOC: Well, you perfectly ruined the low-tech/little-equipment feeling, Reptile, but okay. At least they don't have plasma rifles and power armor. I don't think it's very fun to have a group of hostiles show up in every third post, however. Let's have some personalities here.

Hey, maybe we should flee from them? Keep this story as realistic as it's been till now? I mean, really, four men with pistols and shotguns couldn't really take on eleven armed slavers. Just a suggestion. And Reptile, please don't take them all out in one post, as I've seen you've done before.

IC:

Wayne looked at Lance with an angry, but hopeful grimace. He sure as hell was a slave! But he said that he had been "freed", not that he had "escaped". Maybe that meant...

"By "freed", do you mean that all the slavers were killed?" Wayne said.

"That's (cough) -right. By rangers."

Wayne sighed with relief. At least there was a much smaller chance that slavers would come after them. But there might always be some surviv-

Wayne's thoughts were cut off, as a shower of sand shot up from the ground just next to him. The gunshot that rang from a nearby cliff just after told him that his fears were true. The slavers were here.

He quickly looked around, searching for cover, but in the time between he saw the rock, calculated that he would be protected from the sniper if he jumped behind it, and finally leapt, the sniper had squeezed off another shot. Wayne was hit in the side, and he let off a cry of pain as he landed bleeding behind the rock.
 
(OOC: sorry wayne i shouldn have done it i pologize hope u all dont hate me now. and nope i wont take them out in one post :-) and if u want u can ignore it but u did a start wayne so i give it a try.... )

Reptile: SNIPEEEEER! *Dives for cover behind a pile of stone and sand....
And fumbles for a weapon to his fear he notices that he dont have the SMg with him it is in the backpack next to the fire in the open.... Shit he thinks and unholsters the Beretta only 10 rounds left and no spare ammo.....*
 
(OOC: It's okay. I was a bit rash.)

"Fuckin' shit!" groaned Wayne as he felt his side. But he bit the pain and got up on his knees. "Hey! (uuh) Do one of you have a FUCKIN'! (uugh) stimpack!" he yelled at the others, who had also taken cover. He noticed the pistol Reptile had drawn and groaned a smirk. "Hey, kid, you don' really think you can take that sniper with-" *BANG!*

Wayne threw himself to the ground. The sniper bullet was a far miss however, as the sand blew up more than ten feet away. The pain in his side worsened as he got up again.

"OW! HEY! STIMPACK!"
 
Fang spins round and charges forward. In the confusion of battle he probably thinks that he is still wearing his power armour. He reaches into his pocket for where the stealth boy would be. "FUCK," he screamed as he realised he wasn't in power armour and he CERTANLY did NOT have a stealth boy on him. he had his Solar pistol and he was ready to retreat from the unseen sniper. But he was too far forward he wouldn't stand a chance. He aimed and fired about five shots straight ahead of him. he turned and ran and dived for the large rock rotecting the rest of the group. He got there just as a shot hit his back. he pulled his backpack from where he had dropped it at the start of combat. He then rolled back under the protection of the rock. He drew a small radio. "Come in sergaent Hazack.......Rangers is there anyone there who can here me. Repeat we need help. Come out to our positoion immediatly. We need you we're under Slaver fire."

fang drew a medkit and put a strange hypon up to his back. It was the same as he'd used on Lance before but it had been restocked with a stimpack. Fang then drew some sort of a bandage. He rubbed a chemical from another hypo across it and placed it on his bare back where the shot had hit. This seemed to be delivering a stimpack in the form of a bandage. He moved over to Wayne and tied a badage up around his stomach. the bandage seemed a lot longer and bigger than the his own. he then delivered another small hypo "There's not much we can do until we reach the small brotherhood base nearby" Fang whispered "but that only has limited medical care compared to any others. We didn't see enough threat in the artea to build one." Fang then took a couple of shots at the sniper. He then sat as if waiting for a second. he had his radio up to his face and then he suddenly stood and fired. "Right on cue," He shouted as a load of very advance weaponary fire came through at the slavers who seemed to be retreating. fang and the group didn't give it a second thought as they stood and ran Fang helped pick Wayne up and dragged him along. He picked up his pack and threw it at Lance. he cauht it and drew some shotgun ammo from it and loaded it into his weapon. They went as fast as they could in a directiopn that lead them in exactly the opposite way to the slavers.

OOC: you weren't having a go at reptile that much. My characters been known to show with Stealth boy MKIIs and Turbo plama rifle with Anti-gravity weapons platforms and power armour but then i needed to show and i couldn't hink up a way i could cathc some guys up if i was walking in the opposite direction to them.Although i have tried to stick down on tech. Only when the enemy has them i told myslef.
 
OCC: everything is Ok then i didnt ruin something now??? lets contiune this Lowtech post now then.....(and NO i am not ironic)

*The party is moving away from the slavers....
Reptile are putting on his back pack.....*
Fang: Look there *points his Solar gun at a small huse to the north maybee a miunute away....* Lets go there and get some rest.....
Waine: That would be great....
Reptile: yeah that woul help... we got to injured mens here.... How are u by the way
Lanc: I'll make it
Wayne: have been better.....

*The Party stumbles into the house it is empty and nothing of any intrest is inside.... the group sitts down in the middle of the room and Fang takes a guarding position in one window...*
 
fang checks his weapons cache that he had secretly left in this building. he finds some stims some 10mm ammo and his Brotherhood sword. A couple of grenades are stasdhed in there and a Brotherhood pip boy. (Yes that is PIP BOY and NOT stealth boy) There is some ammo which he passes around the group. he takes the stims out as well as a lockpick set and some other handy BOS tools. He puts them into his pack and quickly moves over to a small unoccupied desk. He draws a key from his pack and fits it in and turns it. then the group can see a little electrical coding device. (they'd still have these wouldn't they) He enters a code and a little hidden cach pops up. He draws a holodisk copmpressed brotherhood edition from the desk and he turns a little knob so as to turn off a trap he had previously set. then he contacted the Rangers who had drawn the slavers in the opposite direction to them.

Fang-We might as well get some sleep. i think reptile and i should take duties as were in the best condition. hey reptile give us some of those weapons will ya this solar thingee won't work after sundown.

Fang takes up a position where he can see out of a small window, fire his weapon effectivly and make sure no one comes through the door. he reloads his solar pitol for one last time this day and sits and sighs. He's been through a lot of this and what for hes come no closer to finding his squad than he was when they first split in area 51. he draws his word in the other hand and thinks to himself about all he's done andf who he's helped. "It's gonna be a long night," He whispers to himself.
 
Lance breathes deeply.

"I don't like the looks of this.." He says grimly.
"Call me pessimistic, but two and a half months of daily savage beatings in a desert Slaver Camp will do that to you."

He loads two shells into his shotgun and sits down against the wall directly across from the door with his shotgun and spear beside him.
"Wake me if you see anything..."

He says sleepily.
 
Reptile: *Reloads the Beretta and sits down newt to a window*..... We can do the guarding Fang Can't we.....
Fang: i think we are best suited for that....
Lance:ZZZzzzZZZzzzz.......
Wayne: Ahhh..... *sits down aginst a wall*
 
Fang and reptile have a pretty trouble free night. They see some raiders come close to them but they stumble away just as quickly as they came. Some slavers come close but there closely followed by rangers who scare them off. Night slowy draws to an end and as Morning comes they are visited by a group of Rangers.

"hey fang," Sayss one as he hands Fang a Gauss pistol (hope thats not to advanced for you.) At this moment Lance wakes up and readies his shotgun sleepily at the Rangers. Several seconds later he relaises it's the men who saved his life pretty much and rescued him from slavery.. he moves over towards them. Also Wayne begins to get up and Fang seems to dissapear. Several hours later after long talks with the Rangers Lance gets up and stumbles over to the desk. he finds a note stuck on it. the note reads

Dear group,
I have gone out on a little journey. I'm at a hotel about a days walk away. some guy i know from BOS picked me up in his car and took me. i have a cache of some stuff here. I know the lady who runs it she's friends with my mum. She says we can all have a free stay over there if your friends of mine. This was all palnned as my rout of escape in advanvce. Anywaydon't get into trouble and think about where were headed. I know i need to get to a brothwerhood base and there's one southeast of my current position.
Yours Sincerly Fang

At the bottom there's a little map of where the group have to go to find him. this heavily suprises the group that Fang would do this. Although Reptile knows he has pulled this sort of a stint before

Reptile-so when shall we set off
 
"How about- (yawn)- How about right now?"

Says Lance as he grabs the map, straps the spear to his back and picks up his shotgun.

He walks over to the doorway, yawns again, and leans against the door while he waits for the others to get ready to leave.
 
The others get ready and goes outside....
Lance: okay if i get the map right we should be heading that way
Wayne: lets go then...
Reptile Yes.. *the group walks away....
 
OOC: i apoligise i wish to make a change to something in my last post. It was a ranger who picked me up not a BOS guy.

IC: Fang spends quite a while lying on his bed. He catchs up on a bit of sleep. Then later he gets up. He is still fairly tired as the slavers made him stay on duty for ages and didn't let him have much sleep. He picks up his weapon and stumbles out. He keeps hold of his word which remains almost permantly around his waste. He moves out and walks over to the owner.

"Any sign of them?" he asks.
"No nothing at all," the owner replies
"I hope ther not in trouble," Fang says.

He stumbles out and looks as far as he can see but the group aren't there. He stumbles over to the bar where he sits down and has a drink. He still isn't feeling well. he decides to leave the loud and crowded bar and moves back over to his room. He checks his wepons that he left there on his last visit. Nothing too advanced just some ammo and some throwing knifes and a grenade or two.


OOC: please tell me if i get too advanced or unrealistic.
 
Lance put his hand on his forehead to shield his eyes from the scorching sun, and could just make out a small town through the haze.
He turned to the others.

"Hey.. I can see the town now!" He said.

"Finally!" Replied Reptile.

Lance suddenly looked around him uncertaintly.

"What is it?" Asked Wayne.

"Uh... I thought I uh, saw something... never mind."

Lance pulled his shotgun closer to his body and kept walking, slower this time.
 
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