New Vegas: Blood Ties

Pawnsy continued towards Vegas the sun and Midas at his back. "I'll be damned a whole fucking city how'd I miss this last time!?" Pawnsy stood there staring at Vegas from the overlook. He continued down the slope slowly making sure Midas had his footing the whole way. "Man are you lucky Midas I didn't even treat my wife this nicely. hell we might even meet her out here" Midas simply mooed and grunted under the weight of his pack. Pawnsy continued on to relearn the west coast he once lived in.
 
"Sarah Lyons certainly isn't a fucking maiden. And on the issue of Moira, shes eccentric, not insane. My advice, you need to stop listening to crazy shit carib. Listen to people who have been there. Its awful, the conditions are rubbish. Supermutants are all over the place. Food is scarce in most of the towns. Listen to me, you escape the east coast, you don't escape to it. Thats all I'm going to say."
David walked over to Yasmin. He saw the route they were taking. It looked clear right now, but it would be too much to expect safe passage.
"So, how long till we reach the...bunker?"
 
Yasmin looked at the little dots. It was still after all these years a little hard to tell exact distance. “Well, if we keep our asses moving and limit our stops to zero, we might be able to make it there today just before nightfall. Maybe. If we don’t dawdle for chatting.”

She was beginning to get anxious, though a night sleeping on the dirt and getting up early made it look like a bad mood. But the longer they took, the lower his chance-of-living meter got. She didn’t want any time wasted.

“It’s still relatively cool. If we jog, we can have a break when it gets too hot. Let’s go.” She called to the group and started along. This leading thing was becoming quit handy.
 
Tom started walking at a steady pace, he could remember Rachael's face right now, it had been a long time since they had seen each other, every now and then Tom would get the feeling that he should go back and see her. He remembered their last day together as if it was yesterday:

*Tom walked into the small room looking around for the woman he had known for 14 years, there! Tom walked calmly over to Rachael and tapped her on the shoulder, she turned around immediately, "What is it thi....it's you, I thought you were dead", Rachael hugged Tom, and Tom hugged back. They released the hug and Rachael was still holding Tom, "Where have you been!", Tom searched his mind until he found a convincing answer, "I've been caravanning around the area, making money", Tom looked into Rachael's dark brown eyes, she retorted back, "You really expect me to believe that, Tom we've travelled together for 14 years, but what you want to keep secret you can keep secret, how's you wild goose chase after that vault guy going?", Tom was still lost in her eyes, he shook his head, "Nah, nothing good, but I think i'll have some luck at the Pitt, north of here".

Rachael looked to the ground, then immediately flicking her head back up, her long brown hair whipping Tom's face, "Yeah...you can do that if you want, I just don't want you to be gone for another 500 million years like you were this time", Rachael's sarcasm never was too good, Tom was sure he was going to be long gone, after all he had planned to go west if this had failed, "Yeah, i'll be sure to come right back here".

Just as Tom was about to make his way out of the house, Rachael pulled him back and kissed him, it was the first time this had happened, as they had both seen each other as friends but slowly over the past few months the friendship had been turning a love of each other, Tom shared the kiss with her, but he pulled himself away, "I'll come back later Rachael, I promise...", and with that Tom walked out of the house, out of Canterbury, out of sight*

Tom was so far away from Rachael now, but he was going to try and see her again, but he wasn't sure she still would've loved him if he returned, it doesn't matter though they were friends first and hopefully it would go right by her like it did before.
 
David walked alongside Tom. The sun almost blinded him, and he rose his hand up to block the light from his eyes. He remembered Tom talking about Rachel Knight. He had seen Tom talking to her in Canterbury Commons. He, Tom and Mark had travelled with each other for a while after that, then they parted.

Mark had to save the wasteland, and he was partially glad to David go, as although they were friends, they still had a bit of anger between them. Mark still had friends to help him, and he hoped they were all doing well. David decided this was the time to go west. He had said goodbye, and headed to the new california republic. Tom had decided to head after the Lone Wanderer and went to the Pitt. He hadn't found who he was looking for. David had spent the next year travelling across the wasteland. He had stopped in Chicago to find an enclave outpost, but no luck.

He then came across the Legion in arizona, and was forced to hide with the Twin Mothers Tribe, who hated the legion. He then arrived here. He looked around at his current surroundings. It was a dusty barren desert, and here he was with his old friend, looking for a bunker. At least, that was what Yasmin had told them it was. David still didn't believe her. If no-one knew, why did he sense a need for urgency and haste from her?

He shrugged the feeling off. He was being too cynical. Yasmin probably didn't know if anybody else knew about the bunker and wanted to get there first. If what she said was true, then David could understand her need, or greed, to get there.
 
(1: Post in the New Vegas RP thread, not the actual RP, and 2: There’s two other people already wanting to join as well, but really if we add any more people right now we’re going to get weighed down and caught up in people constantly wanting to join. So just sit out for now, later there’ll be room for a bigger team requiring more fire power.)
 
Tom looked back at David, "I wonder what happened to Mark, it's a shame he didn't want to come with me up to the pitt, mind he had his things to do, we had to eventually part ways".
 
"Great, now it's a forced march and maybe even jogging, and I have all this crap on my back." Mark put on his backpack and helmet, took his carbine and got ready for one of those long torturing marches he remembered from basic training.
 
Carib picked up the pace, yes it was just like Basic days and the days of Ranger Training. Battlefield March and shoot, basically slow jogging to an objective saddled with gear. Ah, great times.

He looked at Mark and could see his friend scowling.

Carib was getting on in years but he could still do it, though truth be told he was hurting, but life as a Ranger is pain, and he supposed the pain was so apart of him, he didn't mind it.

Remembering what David and Tom told him about the East, Carib shrugged it off, looking at David he simply said, "I am called to the East. Be it my life, death or glory I must go." He remembered what the little boy had told him at the 188 Trading Post.

The East has much need for a man who lives by the bullet.

Carib knew Katja would never have wanted that life for him, but its what Carib knew and he knew the East would feed his dark passenger that demanded the flesh and the souls of the wicked.

And if Point Lookout was ravaged by inbred monsters, Carib would carve his territory and enjoy the rest of his days in an old Victorian hose
 
"Well, you'll certainly meet death. I don't know who the fuck you are, but these aren't men your going up against. These are supermutants, giant radscorpions. Look you can go there for some fucked dream of fame and fortune, but I want to make you see what your going up against. I have seen what the east coast does to cocky bastards like you. Please just think about it. You may think because you were some spec ops guy, you can kill anything. This isn't a slaver your shooting. Even I wouldn't take on a Super Mutant, not even if I was in Power Ar-"

David stopped talking. He then said,"Nevermind about me, just be more rational about it. You seem like a nice guy, and I would hate you see you killed."
 
Carib looked at David evenly and smiled warmly beneath his mask, "It has little to do with ego. And I look at you and I can tell you aren't an ordinary merc." Carib began, "and don't bother insult me by denying it. I am not asking for rank or affiliation. I see how you walk, how you hold your weapon, how you conduct yourself. Whatever you did or whoever you were was a long time ago. I am not a Ranger anymore. I am my own man. You came West finding something and I am going to the East because I am drawn to it; called to it."

He chuckled, "And as weird as it sounds, someone has to go there and perhaps set things right. No one would have guessed a tribal and his band of followers would destroy the Enclave or a Vault Dweller would kill the Master. I will either succeed or die in the quest. My life. Though I think if you had met my wife Katja, she would have probably agreed with you."
 
David smiled back."If you don't mind me asking, where is your wife? You don't just leave your other half for reason like you said. Feel free to tell me to fuck off if you don't like it, I understand."
David keeps on jogging with Carib.
 
Tom looked at David and back at Carib, "The east coast yeah, it's bad", Tom chuckled at his ego "But, where I came from, Albion, that carved me...carved me into a warrior, maybe you took training to become what you are, but where I came from, trained me into what I have became".

Tom looked back at the floor, a small tear started to form in the corner of his eye, he quickly wiped it away, looking back at Carib, "But I bet you don't care about that, I bet in your training you had a jolly bloody time, well, it wasn't all that way for me". Tom kicked a stone across the ruined terrain, "But don't mind me".
 
Brad looked off to the side and thought he saw a khan. He gripped his plasma rifle a little tighter, but then saw it was just a rock.
He'd been so high strung since the night before. He didn't even know where he would go after this job. He was pretty sure nobody would want him tagging along with them after this.
He shook the thought from his head and marched on...
 
Carib felt a pang of sadness when he remembered his wife. Her smile, her green eyes, her raven black hair. She had smelt wonderful, she was wonderful. "She and her team were ambushed by the Legions best. General Oliver sent her on a mission across the Colorado. They never found her body or that of her team. I could have found her had I not been healing from being wounded. But Ol' Oliver had given the order no more expeditions across the Colorado. I went looking anyway, but I never found her remains." Carib cursed.

"General Oliver never much liked the Rangers. He saw us as expandable assets. I guess he never made the cut, I suppose. And if anything I learned from my years, Tom, my training was never a picnic. To earn the Black Armor is to put one's self in hell, and I have. From Cali, to Baja to the Mojave.

So that's my story. The story of my beloved Katja Walker, child of Arroyo. But she is with me no matter where I go. And I will never stop trying to destroy the Legion. After that, perhaps I can head East and help with their problems."
 
"You may be older than me, but i've probably felt more pain than you Carib, but I think you'll get on all right with me and David, if you've got our state of mind, yeah you'll definitely get on with us two", Tom laughed, "Maybe i'll go back east with you".
 
"Wow just had to add that in, didn't you Tom. And what are you asking?", David said as he jogged along."Do you want me to share my past or come with you. Either way, my answers no. I don't share my past with anybody. And I have some things I need to do in California."
 
"I never asked of your past. You are what you are, David. You can take that to your grave." Carib said and to him the conversation ended.
 
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