Mojave Hellhole

"Well if you want to come with me I can't deny you, but the NCR will start to attack Arizona anytime now."

"How do you know that?" Questioned the man

"When I found where the Major was, I found a file open on one of the desks. It detailed the attack on Legion territories in Arizona."

"We should leave now then."

The two men walked out of the house and into the dark streets of Primm...
 
5:08 pm

After heading to the 188 trading post to purchase extra ammo, medical equipment, and food then duo set off East towards the Hoover Dam, the two stood at the Mojave end of the dam, from their point of view they could see all the tents lined up in rows, along with thousands of NCR soldiers going about their business, the Legion was going to have to be very clever to defend against an attack like this.

As they headed closer towards the dam they were stopped by a nervous NCR private who was clearly intimidated by the two men carrying enough fire power to kill a quarter of the men here

"St...stop right there, this area is off limits to citizens, tu...turn around"

"Well, what the fuck do we do now?" Dominic going a bright red colour out of anger

"We can still travel south and cross the river, and still make our way toward Highway 93, oh yeah and down there the river isn't a death drop below us"


6:43 am

The two men had camped at an abandoned prospector not far from the shore of the river

"Remind me again why you wanted to come with me?"

"After what those Legion bastards did to me, I'm going to make them burn"

After a minute of silence Dominic decided to start talking again

"You said that not many people use this route?"

"Yeah, it's Lakelurk infested waters, should be easy just don't let them get close"

Robert took the high rock and began sniping the monstrosities while Dominic waded through the water hip firing his .44, but there was one Lakelurk under the surface, he had been stalking Dom since he had put his foot in the water-
The Lakelurk resurfaced behind Dom, arms raised ready to strike...
 
Dominic was suddenly dragged under the surface by a resurfacing lakelurk. A sharp pain went through Dominic's arm as the lakelurk started to gnaw on his shoulder, he pulled out his combat knife and drove in into the lakelurks side...

Rob set down his rifle and sprinted towards the river, but by the time he got there Dominic had already crawled out of the river, with a large rip in his left arm...
 
"AAAARGH FUCK!" Dominic rolled around in agony, Rob pulled out a syringe of Med-X and got to Dom's side holding his arms down while he wildly thrashed about.

"Hold still!" Rob plunged the syringe into his arm making cringe in pain, the wound looked serious and if not treated properly his life span would dramatically lower. Rob then got out a roll of bandages which he wrapped round Dominic's arm, he had gotten drowsy from the medicine, looks like they were spending another night there.
 
4:56 am

Dominic awoke sharply at the sound of movement and unholstered his revolver, he saw his companion by the remains of the campfire.

"You're a bit jittery aren't you now?"

"Well if you nearly became a lakelurk's bitch you'd be cautious to."

"Glad to see you're in a good mood, cause we're going to try again"

The trip across was uneventful this time and after a hike they arrived in Arizona...
 
"Get down!" Dominic dragged Rob to the floor, a Legion patrol was coming towards them he wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

"Die profligate!" A Legionary shouted at Rob, he was pinned down behind a rock with probably seven soldiers shooting at him. He was blind firing at them, he peeked over the rock to see if he had hit anyone- instead he had gotten a bat to the face

These Legionaries seemed better armed than usual, as if they had known about coming NCR attacks

"Should we take them out?" Dom asked they had no cover or anything to hide behind

"Looks like we don't have much choice" And Rob fired a round in to the leader's head
 
The legionaries paused for a split second in shock of their leader's recent death. Dominic took this second to throw a frag grenade into their ranks, ripping most of them to shreds and wounding the rest. Rob dispatched the wounded legionaries, while Dominic started to loot the bodies

"These are assault rifles, only the Gun Runners produce these for the NCR."

"Do you think there's a leak in the NCR weapon shipments?"

"Maybe, it's happened before, but I don't think that's thats all they're getting from the NCR, look at this." Dominic picked up a file off of the leader marked "Operation Arizona"
 
"Looks like there's a snake in the bear"

"Who could have done this?"

"My bet it's someone high up, it has happened before actually, something about blowing up the monorail"

"We better get moving then NCR will be attacking soon"

They carried on looting the bodies and scavenged a new hunting rifle, ammo, and medical equipment. When they finally saw Highway 93 it was littered Legion troops, the coming battle would be a blood bath
 
Dom surveyed the legionaries once more

"An entire cohort of legionaries, led by 8 Centurions, the NCR is going to be destroyed here."

"And there's no way to sneak past?"

"That's not my style."

Dominic smirked as he eyed a half buried skeleton with a Fat Man and several mini-nukes "Well this is going to be easy." Rob murmured as Dominic set up the launcher on the cliffside.
 
The Highway lit up spectacularly as Dom fired nuclear annihilation upon the Legionaries, all of them were vaporized before they could even scream. Dominic was smiling with glee

"Wanna Fuck with me!?"

"Dom, though-out all the time I've been with you, this has been your stupidest action" Dom just frowned at him

"You don't think the Legion will just ignore this? They'll come after you, they'll find you, and kill you"

"Look's like we have to hurry up and get my brother then"

The two then set off towards Dolan Springs
 
Dom thought about what Rob said, he was going to be hunted no matter where he went, the Legion would kill him.

"There's only one solution then, I have to make the Legion fear me. Fear is the most powerful emotion, it can gain you power and followers, or it can stop you from living your life, and destroy you. Fear is what stops the Legion from taking Hoover Dam, they think they can't win, but both defeats were by shear accident, they could be marching in Shady Sands right now if they didn't fear what would happen. All because their 'Mighty Caesar' is dead. Fear is my tool."

Rob looked at him with awe, no one else had ever spoken to him like that before with such determination.

"Well then, we should descend this ridge then."

Below them was a sign, old worn but still legible, reading Dolan Springs...
 
Robert thought about it, fear was a powerful tool, looking back at all the raiders and scum he killed practically all of them were begging for their lives.

"Dom, I know the Legion, these ruthless bastards aren't scared of shit, did you even see what they did at Hoover Dam? The fuckers ran into a wall of gunfire without hesitation"

"Then why won't they attack?"

"I thought it would have become obvious to you now, you saw that what that Legionary was carrying, they know all about Operation: Arizona, the whole thing's a trap, they're probably planning to ambush the NCR troops then efficiently taking the Mojave, after that all NCR territories might possibly fall to the Legion"
 
Dom knew that the Legion was a powerful foe and that they could take the NCR, that they were waiting to ambush the NCR, but that wasn't their problem, as long as they weren't dead yet nothing mattered.

Dominic and Robert snuck around the Legion slave camp that was Dolan Springs, but their search for Xavier was fruitless. They checked most of the slave barracks and found no one. Then while checking the last slave hut they were captured by a Veteran Legionarie and brought before the leader of Dolan Springs...
 
"You dare enter this camp profligates!"

Rob whispered to his companion "Dom, I am fucking serious do not piss this man off"

Leader then grabbed Rob by the collar "I've seen you before, what's your number!"

"I have never been here befo-" Robert received a punch to the face and a bloody nose

"What is your number, profligate!?"

"I...it's number 157"

"Ah, the prisoner that escaped, I'll be sure to make you suffer"..
 
Name: Avery
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Occupation: Wastelander
Family: Slaughtered

Physical Appearance:
Hazel Eyes
Dark Brown Hair medium length
5' 10" tall
Caucasion

Apparel:
Sunglasses
Belt with holsters to carry Ammo, stims, guns, knives
Brown Duster Coat
Black Combat Armor (No Pauldrons, would look goofy if there was something sticking out of the duster)

Favored Skills:
Melee
Small Guns
Sneak
Outdoorsman

Weapons:
Silenced M1911
Pre-War Combat Knife
Tomahawk (5)

Bio: Avery was born in a Special Forces Base in Arizona. His people came from a vault, and when it opened and there was nothing but wide open Sonoran desert, they paniced. During their travels, they lost at least half their numbers, before chancing upon a base, pre war by the looks of it. Upon exploration, they found weapons armor and training simulations(similar to O: A DLC) dedicated to a pre war doctrine that was called "Special Forces". All the members quickly became masters at survival and shadow, and from then on they were no longer afraid.
Avery's parents came from that vault, and Avery was born in 2251. He grew up training to survive the already harsh desert that had been amplified by nuclear war. He and his friends might as well have been the toughest kids in the wasteland. Not tough enough however. Caesar's Legion, a slaver group to the north, had been gaining power by taking over anyone they found and Avery's Vault was next. It was not an easy conquest, the guerilla tactics and stealth employed by Avery's Vault picked off many Legion soldiers. Eventually everyone was slaughtered, except for the children, who had been helped by the adults to escape. Ever since, Avery has been wandering the waste trying to settle down, that might not be so easy with his intense hatred of the Legion.

Personality: Avery likes to be kind, however he mostly keeps to himself.
 
Avery has been wandering the wastes for years and years ever cince he was 14. During his travels, he had heard rumors of a place called New Vegas, an oasis in the wasteland. He had been traveling their ever since, and along the way he has salvaged 2000 caps so he can get into the Holy Strip. He has always thought how relieved he was at the capture of Hoover Dam by the NCR, that would mean less Legion to capture him.
He was tired, oh so tired, more tired than he had ever been. The more he approached Northern Arizona, legion patrols intensified, testing his stealthy mettle. The Legion that he was forced to kill had loot, such as machetes, hunting rifles, and legion currency. His trudge across the wasteland came to a sudden halt however. In front of him was a sign that said "Dolan Springs". Avery thought he should go check out this strange place, so he entered without making a sound as a result of his training. One building among all the silent ones was loud with screams of torture. The cries disgusted him, and he wanted to make it stop. As he approached the door, he heard insults followed by familiar legion speak "Profligate". His rage took over, he opened the door, drew his silenced .45 and a couple thumps later there were corpses.
 
Rob was covered with cuts and bruises, the sick fuck's woke him up every time he passed out. Through his blurry vision he just managed to make out a silhouette a kicking open the door and shooting the Legionaries in the room. Rob was in so much pain that he couldn't even move, let alone talk.

"C'mon buddy let's get you up" His unknown savior then untied him and applied a stimpack to his most wounded areas

"Alright pal let's leave this place"

"Wa...wait, we ne..need to go back for a fr...friend"

The man just sighed and reloaded his .45 "Let's go then"

After Rob had gotten his weapons and supplies the sneaked around the camp looking for Dominic, any Legionary they came across was killed. Dolan Springs was massive finding Dom would be harder than they thought.
 
I'm assuming that I should just present my character or something, read your inbox Viewed. Curious as to why we aren't posting these in the OOC thread.

Name: Mattias
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Occupation: Mercenary

Background: Born in Freeside as the poorest of the poor, it was inevitable that Mattias was going to either be a Merc to survive or die. Mattias is well know for his almost fetishistic use of high explosives, and he is know for using nukes and missile launchers on even the tiniest of enemies (and problems). He is also well known for his grappling hook gun, which allows him to be everywhere at once, laying down explosives from any direction he can think of. He has made much money from his career and has made enough money to get a surgery from the Followers that gives him a mild regenerating factor for his wounds. After finding an old world MP3 player, the thing was filled with metal music. He was inspired by it, and lives his life as an American biker of old. He became an incredible repairman, and fixed up a motorcycle and added a side car and gatling gun to it. Like a typical biker, he hates authority and is a well known rebel against NCR authority, but that doesn't stop him from kicking some Legion ass. He travels the country, leaving a trail of explosions and testosterone in his path. :twisted:

There are rumors of him rebuilding a Enclave Vertibird.

Personality:
Mattias can be summarized as a "wild man". Rowdy, boisterous and an adrenaline junkie, he finds his work as a mercenary allows him to operate independently of those who may disapprove of his actions, his employers typically only concerned with results. It is, at its core, his way of being paid for doing what he loves. Though volatile, he is not sadistic or psychotic. He does not take pleasure from the deadly results of his destructive impulses, though he is not unaware of them either, accepting their inevitability. He is also possessed of a dry, sarcastic wit, delivering his lines with a deadpan tone. The characteristic that has given him the most fame is his frequent use of high-grade explosives for even the smallest problems and his tendency to not only defeat, but utterly destroy his enemies. Even those familiar with his reputation are shocked by his penchant for explosive violence. He does however have a 'soft' side; loyal to those he considers friends and willing to stand up to a threat to defend them. He cares little about who employs him or why (unless it's to take down authority, he'll jump right on those jobs), only that it allows him to exercise his love of explosives and destruction. A phrase used many times by Mattias is "Why can't EVERYTHING be rocket propelled?"

His favorite brands of music are Heavy and Swedish metal, genres that are characteristic of his own aggressive, violent and rebellious nature.

Appearance:
Merc2_2.jpg


Weapons:

  • RPG-7
    Grenade Launcher
    Frag grenades
    Power Fist
    And a grappling hook gun
 
As Avery and his newfound companion Robert snuck across the horrible Dolan Springs, every Legionary only heard a slight thump before their quick and painless death. Avery reveled in their slaughter, probably the only time he would only ever enjoy the death of another human being.

"So who exactly are we looking for again, friend? I have been wandering for far too long, New Vegas should become my home." said Avery with an expression that suggested sorrow.
 
Robert winced in pain, those Legion fucks kept their promise, they did make him suffer "I...I came here wi...with a friend, we were supposed to find his brother, instead the L...Legion found us"

"Well I'm headed to New Vegas, 'say it's a diamond in a shithole, 'that true?"

"If you're rich than yeah, Heaven on Earth but, if you're poor- no different to wasteland life"

The two found themselves at a prison building where undoubtedly Robs companion would be held, they drew their silenced weapons and went in, guns blaring...
 
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