New Vegas: Blood Ties

Tom looked at Carib, "I'll have to eventually go back east anyway, i'll definitely have to go back east, but I don't know what i'll do after i've gotten what I need, probably set the ranch up", Tom was barely breaking a sweat, Tom was built for athleticism, jogging alongside of Carib, "But, yeah, if I go east with you, I could help you get around, like a guide".
 
Yasmin growled when she heard Tom tell Carib that he’d felt more pain. Seriously? What the fuck was wrong with some peo-

David appeared next to her. “Hey, how close are we to our destination?”

She looked at him. “Uh... I’m going to say not nearly close enough. We have a full days trek by my estimate. Excuse me for a second. Tom!! Come here for a second.” It wasn’t a request.

She didn’t slow down her pace as he jogged up next to her. She kept her voice quiet and toxic. “I don’t understand what it is with men and having to out-do everybody, but how much pain someone has been through isn’t to be measured by anyone.” She narrowed her eyes to blue slits at him. “But seriously, the next time you feel entitled to claim you’ve suffered more in this big pissing contest to anyone, especially Carib,” She stopped and looked him dead in the eye. “I’ll make sure you win that contest by a landslide. Got it?” With that she looked away from him and kept jogging, faster now, no longer wanting him next to her.

She looked down at her pipboy while still jogging and zoomed in as best she could. They still had a long way to go and the heat was picking up. Sweat was making her top cling to her and running down her legs. Fucking leather in the desert? What was she thinking? New pants were definitely in need. They’d stop for a rest when she saw somewhere appropriate. Hopefully there’d be somewhere with water too.
 
Tom had noticed he probably sounded like a nobhead when talking to Carib, but Tom generally thought himself as a nobhead. But Tom didn't know what was happening to him, he never used to be like this, he used to be closed off, but now he couldn't stop himself from talking to other people, he was sure it would affect his accuracy.

Tom was keeping pace, he still only was sweating a small amount, it was more of a respiratory problem, a Follower doctor once told him that his body wasn't good at taking in the air he needed. Tom was tempted to jog up to her, but she was quiet clearly in a bad mood with him.

"Carib, sorry man, I knew I probably sounded like a nobhead", Tom chuckled at the notion, "Just tell me when you think I should stop talking!".
 
Carib looked to Tom and Yasmin and shrugged his shoulder as they gained their pace, "No worries. And keep talking. I'd hear more of the East and the lands. Peoples and militias." He liked Tom and he liked David, though David looked like a man always on guard.
 
David moved back to carib and said,"Theres no militias. Theres the brotherhood of steel. They aren't on good terms with the west coast as thy decided to help the people there. There was also a big enclave remnant. The brotherhood defeated them with the help of a vault dweller. Theres a lot of slavers, raiders, and supermutants. A lot of oppurtunities to help out. The big towns are rivet city, a old aircraft carrier, megaton, a makeshift city, and canterbury commons, a trading town. Thats all the basic stuff. Tom will tell you more, he lived there longer. I lived near the ruins of an airforce base in the northeast."
 
Mark tries to catch his breath, jogging and talking wasn't his greatest strength. "Wait.... wha... Brotherhood... helping locals? Now thats a... new one."
 
Tom looked at Mark, "Yeah, from your point it probably sounds impossible, they help run the water purifier with the guards from the Rivet", Tom looked at Carib again, "Well, I could tell you a lot about Canterbury. Well in Canterbury, there is a market centre, where all the local caravanners are based, there is also a nice diner there, ran by a guy called Joe, funny guy", Tom paused for a couple of seconds to breath in, "There is also a nearby pre-war robotics centre, it used to be abandoned, but it is now owned by the Canterburians and used to manufacture pre-war robots like Mr Handy's and Protectrons, they use them to guard the town, it never used to be this big the town, it used to be a tiny little town, but now because of the water caravans it's expanded into a town about the size of Megaton, wait you don't know how big that is, about the size of Klamath. One last thing, Rachael lives there in a small flat".

Tom could go on forever, but he didn't know if Carib wanted more, to be fair, that was only Canterbury, "I could go on, that was just Canterbury".
 
"Is Rachael... your lover?" Carib asked, curious.

Carib kept his pace, though truth be told he could feel some stress on his right shin bone. Thinking back, he remembered a small town over the Colorado when he had faced a Legion Centurion. The man had been called Gauis. A formidable man and perhaps Carib's equal in arms. Both men had fought and killed. Of course, the battle came to a draw. The Centurion had had thrown his knife into Carib's right shin and Carib had robbed him of his left eye. Last thing Carib recalled was falling through the lower levels of a building and crawled his way out.

Gauis was alive and had come West. The sting went and Carib figured perhaps he would meet the Legion Centurion again.

"Keep going. Canterbury Commons sounds like a good place to refit and arm, as well as get a lay of the land.... and if the Brotherhood of Steel is doing their hardest to defend the people, there is perhaps hope for the Order...." He didn't say anything about the Enclave. If they were active and aggressive East, Carib would make it a personal note to target any cells.
 
Tom thought about what Carib said about Rachael, "Yeah, you could say that,but we don't , we had came to America together on the boat, as well as my friend John, we all stayed in the capital wasteland, John left for Mexico, Rachael stayed, I left as well, but that's enough about me".

Tom tried to fish some memory of the east from his mind, "Megaton, that town is alright, the idiots built it around an inactive nuclear bomb and it's crater, the walls and buildings were scavenged from airplane parts", Tom was getting nostalgic, "A guy called Moriarty owns a saloon there, lovely whisky. There's also a shithole raider pit nearby called Evergreen Mills, gives reason for hunting".
 
Carib had heard stranger tales, but he supposed people never realized how close to Tribals they really were; or at least those who claimed to be civilized. A town built around an Unexploded Atomic bomb, and which also if the Wasteland Survival Guide was mistaken was the home of Moria Brown. He didn't care to much for the Moriarty fellow. Carib had done reading and wasn't Moriarty the arch nemesis of Sherlock Holmes. The Ex-Ranger had enjoyed pre-war books, especially ones that involved mystery. Followers of the Apocalypse always had large catalogs of books.

"Does Moria Brown still live at Megaton?"
 
Yasmin took her sniper off her shoulder and climbed up a pile of boulders. She looked through the scope at the area in front of them.

''There's a house a bit to the south of us,'' (remember, we're going north-east) she called out to the others. ''Looks empty. There's a water tank too.'' She put her sniper back on and climbed back down. ''We can have a rest there. It's about 700 meters, so let's run it. This sun is hell.'' she turned the way the house was and sprinted off towards it.
 
Brad sprinted toward the house. Finally, a place to get away from the dreadful Nevada sun!
 
"David and Tom, to me," Carib wanted to at least clear the upper portion of the house. "Yasmin, we will clear the northern portion to make sure no cazadors haven't set up house and hold. Or any other wild life."
 
Tom looked at Carib and followed him closely, trying not to make a noise with his footsteps, cazadors were a pain, if there was any of them anyway.
 
Yasmin nodded, walking over to the water tower and dropping her stuff. ''Right. Let me know if the front door is locked, I got lockpicks.''

She punched the tin to see if it had water in it. The dull thud of a full tank sounded so sweet to her. She took off her boots and turned to tap on.

Clear water came out and she crouched under it letting run down over her head and down over the rest of her.

She let out a contented sigh after a bit and filled her canteen before turning it off so the rest could use it too. It didn't bother her that her clothes now clung to her slightly uncomfortably and her white shirt had gone see through, at least she wasn't covered in sweat and dirt. She strolled over to her gear then dragged it to the porch and sat in the shade, keeping an eye out.
 
Mark stumbled to where Carib was, he then left the backpack on the floor and readied his weapon. Face soaked in sweat, lips tight together, sucking up the heat and fatigue. He signaled Carib letting him know he was ready and they started to quietly sweep the area, Mark remained at the back.
 
David looked around, looking out for signs of movement. He had never met a cazador, but seing how the others were wary, he knew best to keep his wits about him. Surprisingly, he hadn't encountered anything like cazadors, only ever killing radscorpions. He realised he wasn't concerntrating and turned his attention back to reality. He moved back to the house. He sat down, and layed his head back, needing a rest.
 
Tom looked around the group after sweeping the area with Carib and White, Tom walked over to the tank, turned the tap while cupping his hands. The water wasn't that nice, warm, not fresh, but you'd drink when you could in the harsh desert sun of the Mojave.

Tom had just realised he had failed to mention to Carib about Moira, "Yeah, Moira still lives in Megaton". Tom had remembered Moira, she had let him live in her house for a night when he had lost his home in the barracks.

Tom looked back at David, "What you reckon Mark is up to these days?".
 
"Probably doing some hero shit with the others. Its been a year so I'm sure hes done something important. Hes alive, I know that for sure."
David got up and walked to the canteen. He filled his canteen and drank some water. He then sat down again and closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep for the first time in 12 hours.
 
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