Mojave Hellhole

Dom lay bleeding in a corner of a cell, a Legion recruit on the other side of the cell sharpened his machete on Dom's revolver

"G-give that back you asshol..." The recruit grabbed Dom, held him up against the wall and held the machete to his neck. Suddenly the door burst open and there was his friend, and a mysterious man who fired 2 silent bullets into the recruit's head.

The Man asked "Is this your friend?" Rob nodded, "He looks in bad shape, we'll come back for him later after we cleared the rest of the prison."

Dom wanted to answer, but he knew the man was right...
 
Avery was taken aback at the man on the ground, bleeding and most certainly in alot of pain. The risk was too great to tend to his injuries however, we could all easily get caught and shot in the brain ending all of our tales. Avery and Rob creeped through the halls every so often hearing the pleas of some of the obviously abuses inmates, they had someone else to worry about however. Avery wondered how he gotinto this mess and while he was helping these guys, that didnt matter however as there was a legionary up ahead.
Avery signaled to Rob to hang back and be silent as a cat. Avery then slowly and carefully creeped up behind the soldier, combat knife in hand he lashed out. The soldier must have heard something so he turned around and pointed the muzzle of his dreaded Hunting rifle in Averys soft fleshy face. Thankfully Avery was fast so he drove his knife through his heart, spurting a bit of crimson liquid

Avery felt strangely satisfied, but disgusted.

"Lets keep moving" whispered Avery.
 
While they were moving along the cells Rob inspected them, some looked like wastelanders, others looked like raiders, but then when they had reached the last few steps before rounding a corner, he spotted something there seemed to be a figure in what appeared to be a faded NCR uniform and a name tag that looked like it had a X at the beginning it wasn't solid evidence but it was something, when he was just going back to inform Dom, a group of about five Legionaries rounded the corned towards him. Rob pointed his pistol towards them his new found friend followed, Rob was still weak after his ordeal but was just able to hit them.
The .50 and .45 caliber rounds punched through the Legionaries armor like cardboard, they all slumped down silently. The image of the NCR soldier came back into mind, Rob limped towards Dom with slight grin on his face, their search might have not been fruitless after all.
 
Dom had found enough strength to prop him self up against a wall. He grabbed his revolver back from the Legionarie, and readied it for any Legionarie that would pass his cell. Soon though, Dom collapsed in the corner, he was bleeding out, and he was sure he would die. Death, what he was wishing from ever since he lost his family, would come to him. Three men, two limping walked into his cell. "He's in bad shape, we should get him out of here." Said a voice Dom hadn't heard for 6 years, through the pain Dom asked "X-xavier?"
 
The brothers embraced each other, no words were exchanged but there wasn't any need for them once done Rob picked up a dead Legionaries hunting rifle and handed it to Xavier, Dom was still in bad shape so Rob volunteered to help while the other two covered them.
They quickly exited the building and retraced their steps out of the camp, once they had reached a large hill that looked upon Dolan Springs, Xavier collapsed- he was coughing hard his hand he had put to his mouth was partially covered in blood. Dom instantly got to his side.

"Xavier! whats wrong!?"

"Brother I...I've been sick for months, I knew I die in the coming days if I didn't get any proper treatment" Xavier coughed harder this time blood running down his chin.

"I'm afraid I might not have much time left"

Dominic's face kept the same expression, the one he had when his parents died, the one he had when his brother was captured, the one he had now- nothing.
 
Avery sighed and a cloud of despair floated over his head as he gazed at the dying man. He thought about his dying family and comrades at the base and he teared up slightly. This was the way of the wasteland, blood would be spilled in the name of human greed.

Avery spoke quietly and said, "Is there anything I can do?"
But Avery saw there was nothing, as Dom became filled with sadness at his brother's critical condition.
 
Xavier coughed one last time, then died. Dom thought about ending it there, just like in the casino, something had finally punctured the wall of coldness and for the first time in years, he felt emotions. He placed the revolver that his brother had given him on his corpse, along with the only photo he had of his family, he was letting go of everything that made him who he was, his coldness, his guilt, and finally he had closure...
 
Nothing, nothing is what all of them felt, after Xavier had passed away they only heard the sound of the wind blowing. The air was silent, blank expressions on all of their faces, they stood there for a minute staring at Xavier's body, Dominic sighed and walked away while the other two stayed they exchanged glances before following Dom.
Once at New Vegas he'd go where the wind took him, there was nothing for him here, just death.
 
Avery sighed at the sight he just witnessed and expressed his condolences towards the sorrowful Dom. As they were walking through the desert, the sun beating down on them and the dirt crunching beneath our feet, I decided to strike up some friendly conversation to get rid of the depression.

"So will you be going to Vegas? If not, could I tag along with you?" asked Avery slightly excited.

Their was silence, dead silence. Perhaps it was too soon, but then Rob suddenly spoke..
 
He thought about his friend's question, Rob had always traveled alone, and half the time when he was most tried to rob him, though this person did seem like a person he could trust

"Well...I guess you could tag along with me, once I get back to New Vegas, I'll pick a direction and stick with it, I've been doing it all my life"

He was about to answer when Dom stopped and put his hunting rifle below his chin and put his finger to the trigger...
 
I was counting my caps on my way to New Vegas, and I managed to total out to about 1,600. I was a little bit short of getting into Vegas, but I still had enough for a fake passport from Ralph. I'm fairly well known around Freeside and I'm a good friend with the King, he ought to oblige.
 
Dominic surveyed the sight below them, a small Legion slaver party
with around 15 captives behind them. The slavers were heading for Dolan Springs. Dom put down his rifle, and scoped the area.

"Alright we're going to have to separate them, there's around five recruits with machetes, two prime legionaries, and a decanus. If we can form a pincer attack we can thin their ranks enough for a direct assault, Robert you stay here and wait for my signal, when that happens kill one of the prime legionaries. Avery follow me."

Dom led Avery to a large rock. "Avery wait here till my my signal, and on that kill the recruits in front."

Finally Dom set himself up on a small ridge, held his rifle, and readied a flare gun...
 
When the signal went all hell broke loose below them, one of the Primes head exploded covering his comrade next to him. The Recruits didn't stand much of a chance either with their paper thin armor, what remained of the Legionaries were two Recruits, a wounded Prime, and a Decanus, he ran into cover while two other stayed in the open and fired at them. A .308 caliber round grazed Roberts head, he responded with a shot to the Prime's chest. Their other friend had fired the last round into the recruits brain, only the Decanus remained.

He did seem very well armed compared to his now deceased soldiers, if one of them was to go into the open they would surely be shot, their friend then had an idea. "Get his attention while I get behind him" Robert and Dominic knew what he was going to do as soon as he drew a large combat knife. The two continuously fired at the rock the Decanus was hiding at, he didn't notice the shadow slowly growing behind him and when he did it was too late, he buried the knife deep into the Decanus skull killing him instantly, all what remained now was them and the slaves.
 
Names: Rico Santiago and Aaron "Ape" Hodges
Age: Rico(25) Ape(28)
Gender: Male/Male
Occupation: Wasteland Exterminators (Kill any pests for the right price)
Family: Separated

Physical Appearance

Rico-Average height, lightly tanned skin, jet black hair, and green eyes.

Ape-Massive in terms of height, tanned skin, shaved head, blue eyes.

Clothing

Rico-Armored Vault 23 suit with scattered pieces of Gecko leather stitched on and aviator shades.

Ape-Armored Vault 23 suit with a salvaged power armor torso fitted on his torso.

Weapons

Each carries a variety of weapons fitted for the creatures they are paid to exterminate. They are stored in the remnants of Vault 23

Misc

Assortment of caps and contracts.

Bio

Rico and Ape were born in Vault 23, located at the extreme southeastern portion of the Mojave Wasteland. The Vault was originally filled with people who suffered from various phobias of pests, be them insects, rats, or any other vermin. Unknown to them, the Vault was filled to the brim with their worst fears and they dwellers lived fearful, high anxiety prone existences. The experiment was testing to see what would happen to people if they were placed outside of their comfort zone.

Most of the fears passed down to their subsequent children and so on. Not to Rico and Ape. The two were fast friends and found a way to get rich in the Vault as children, they would ask for candy or toys and would personally exterminate any pest the hirer wanted. It was a good existence until the Vault opened one day. A wave of Vault dwellers ran from the Vault, including the parent's of Rico and Ape who lost them in the chaos. The two stayed together and found their calling, exterminators.

Personality

Rico- Self-absorbed, materialistic, and more or less a douchebag, but very intelligent.

Ape- A "gentle giant" of sorts, not the brightest tool in the shed, but very caring to those close to him.

IC:

Rico and Ape sat, bound and starring at eachother.

"Quite the mess you've gotten us in Rico," Ape said breaking the cold silence.

"How was I to know the Legion would screw us over?" Rico replied.

"Probably when you decide to demand more payment from Centurion in charge of our job by punching him in the face," Ape reminded him.

Rico made the best shrug he could given the situation and thought back to the job. The job had been easy enough, a swarm of cazadores had been attacking legionaries during their patrols and each new team sent out to dispose of them met in failure. Eventually, a Legion representative trekked to Vault 23, the base of operations for the Wasteland Exterminators, Ape and Rico.

They were given a considerable amount of Legion currency and given the location of where the attacks occurred. Incinerators in toe, Rico and Ape found the cazadore nest and set it ablaze. They would've been on their way had Rico decided they should be paid more for their jobs. One swift punch later and now the two were set to be slaves for the Legion.

Echoes of gunfire and screams startled Rico out of his recollection and they looked around. Maybe they weren't out of luck after all.
 
Ape and Rico shocked to see their captors mowed down so quickly, the one that had buried the knife into the Decanus skull retrieved a key from his waist and without a word began freeing the slaves. His other companions joined him, the would-be slaves nodded their heads in gratitude, the man with the dual revolvers pointed them towards the Hoover Dam.
 
I opened the door too the store

"Aw...the big guy's back" said Ralph

I threw my bag of caps on Ralph's desk.

"Passport, please" I said.

"Here you go, best fake passport a man can buy" Said Ralph. "Besides, even if it doesn't work, I don't think a guy like you'd have to worry about a few Securitrons"

"You got that right" I said.

I got out of the store and walked up to the gate, flashed my passport and opened the gate to Vegas. I started walking towards Gomorrah, and I heard a familiar voice out of the darkness from an alley whisper "Mattias"

That voice belonged to none other then Grec.

"What are you doing in Vegas, Grec?" I still couldn't really see were Grec was.

"I heard the bartender in Gomorrah sells turbo..." Said Grec.

"And how the fuck'j you get in Vegas?" I said.

"I walked in" Said Grec.

I didn't doubt that, Grec takes enough Turbo to kill an elephant. The Securitrons probably couldn't even register how fast Grec was moving when he entered the Strip, and he said he was walking. I reached out into the dark and pulled Grec's skinny body out with one hand.

"Quit fucking hiding and talk to me like a normal person you goddamn addict" I said. I dropped him on the ground as he activated a stealth boy. He doesn't like to be seen, kinda like a Nightkin.

"Well, since we're both here why don't we just go in together?" I said.

Grec simply moaned "mmm-hmm."
 
We entered the Casino bar and Grec deactivated his stealth boy in front of the bartenders face, making him jump.

"Got any 'special' items?" Said Grec while shaking violently.

"Uh...yeah" said the Bartender.

"Got any Turbo?" said Grec leaning in closely

"Right here bud" said the bartender handing him one.

Grec popped it open and inhaled it, and his eyes started to dilate into huge, black balls.

"ohthankgodthewithdrawalwaskillingme" Said Grec in one word.

I looked away and scanned the chairs for my client. I was looking for a man in a brown suit, and I found him. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"So you're the merc, huh?" He said without looking away at the Stripper.

"Yup, I got the message. You want me to save your daughter from some Legion camp or some shit right?" I said. "2,000 caps, minimum. I'm not going to take on an entire Legion camp for nothing."

"Just do it right" he said.

I looked back to see what Grec was doing. He was standing around, high as a kite and jittery as an dildo when somebody bumped into him. Oh cra-

Grec had, of course, smuggled his deathclaw gauntlet into the casino. He put it on in a fraction of a millisecond and stabbed the man in the back. He looked around with an animalistic look in his eye as he spotted a Gomorrah thug pulling out a Sawn-off Shotgun. He ran so fast that he instantly appeared behind him before he could even finish pulling out his gun, and Grec stabbed him right in the back with his deathclaw gauntlet. 3 more thugs popped in, and the crowd was running away. Grec ran up to one thug and slashed him so hard that he cut of his head. He kicked the head at another thug like a soccer ball and ran up to him, stabbing him in the stomach. It was always fun to watch Grec go on a drug fueled rampage.

Grec caught looks with the last thug, who was the biggest of them all. Grec activated his stealth boy and reappeared behind him, slashing him the back. He reactivated his stealth boy and instantly reappeared in front of him, stabbing him three times in the stomach with his claws followed by a roundhouse kick to the head, killing him.

"Bravo :clap:" I said. "But we gotta run." I motioned towards the next wave of thugs coming towards him.

My client suddenly handed me a piece of paper, and we ran out of Casino, the Strip, Freeside and then New Vegas entirely.

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We made our way back into my house, and into the garage. I opened the sheet of paper the man gave me, and in it was a map of the place in addition to the area the slaves were going to be held. I presumed he got all of this from scouts he had hired, him being a very rich man. At the bottom of the paper, he gave me a drop of point for her daughter.

"So Grec, you wanna go kill some Legionnaires?" I said. He was still high on Turbo. "We'll split the reward 50/50."

"Suuuurrreee." He said.

I saddled up my Grenade Launcher, some Frags, a Assault Carbine and my grappling hook gun. I attached a sidecar to my motorcycle for Grec to sit in, and I started the bad boy up while opening the garage door.

"Let's hit the road" I said.
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As we road towards the Legion Camp, I started to rain down artillery fire with my Grenade Launcher from my motorcycle. Surprisingly, there were no screams from any Legionnaires. I sped up the motorcycle and drove into the camp, and what I saw was a shocker: someone (or a group of someones) already cleared out the damn camp. I sped up towards the slave pin, and I saw a group of people who were already helping the slaves. Grec and I hopped out of the bike and approached them, I held the assault rifle in one hand and Grec assumed a fighting position.

"Who the fuck are you guys?" I said. I think we may have interrupted their conversation.
 
"Mind your own fucking business" Rob said harshly, he knew he was a Mercenary, he hated mercenaries. Upon further inspection of this man he had a pathetic druggie companion. To sum it up he didn't like them, he was surprised to see he had a working motorcycle.

The Mercenary replied back to him "Calm down now, we wouldn't want anyone get hurt" Seeing that there was only two of them and three of us, odds were low for him.

"Why are you here, and why did you bring that twitchy piece of shit?"

"A job-" His companion ran towards Rob fueled with rage, his speed was somewhat remarkable speed. His Deathclaw gauntlet was raised high ready to strike, but Rob was quicker and sent a fist straight in to face, a few seconds later the druggie was on floor with a bloody nose, Rob thought this was a clear message not to fuck with him.
 
Of course, Grec wasn't that kind of person to give up on a fight, especially when he was high on drugs. He picked himself back up and inhaled another turbo and turned on his stealth boy and disappeared, and almost instantly reappeared behind Rob, slashing him in the back. He turned on his stealth boy again and reappeared in front of him while roundhouse kicking him in the face.

"This isn't over!" said Grec. He turned on his stealth boy and ran away.

"Don't worry, he'll be back" I said. "He always comes back."

Rob coughed and wiped the blood off his mouth. I looked behind me and saw the outline of Grec, who was only 99% concealed by the stealth boy. He ran out of the Camp and into parts unknown.

I cleared my throat and scanned over the slaves and found the rich man's daughter. I pulled out some rope and tied her up, picked her up and put her in my sidecar. I motioned towards Rob and the two people he was talking too.

"Ya' guys need a ride out of here before the Legion reinforcements arrive?" I said.
 
That scrawny prick just made an enemy, before his friends could even answer to the Mercenaries question Rob declined his offer, besides the way they had came was quicker anyway.

Rob touched where the fucker had slashed him and felt blood run down his back, he heard a quiet chuckle from behind, coincidentally Grec was crouched beside a Legion Officer he took this to his advantage and walked towards the body as if he was going to loot it, instead he quickly grabbed Grec by the throat and slammed him against the wall behind him, and calmly said "Do anything like that again and I will break your fucking legs"

Grec just nodded silently, his wide open in shock, looks like he finally got the message. The pair from Vault 23 got up and dusted themselves off, guess they were headed for Vegas as well.
 
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