New Vegas: Blood Ties

Yasmin looked over at Brad's crumpled body, then back to the small group. ''I'll deal with this later.'' She ran over to him as he was standing up and grabbed his arm with surprising strength to keep him up. ''Brad, what the hell happened to you? You look like somebody killed and burried you! Are you alright? Where did you get off too?''
 
(Before Raven's post)

"I'm sorry, I had a laser pistol and some energy cells, but I sold them to gun runners. I also had a plasma rifle and mf cells too, if you plan on going there."

(After Raven's post)


" I went to the Atomic Wrangler for a better bed. on my way back, a Khan attacked me. I think he may still be around here."
 
Yasmin nodded. ''Ok, well...how about next time one of us goes with you, m'kay? We don't want you dead and going out by yourself while there's a man after your blood is a bad idea. Come on back to our cabin. And rest a bit. It's dusty, but I'm pretty sure nobody will try to kill you.''

She looked at the other man and said ''Thanks.'' before helping Brad towards the cabin. With both of them limping, it was rather awkward work.
 
Tom stumbled back out of the toilet cubicle, sure he had spewed out every last bit of food he had ate in the past week, not much really. He decided he would follow Talon advise 'No medic about? Sell treat!', fortunately for Tom, this was the Crim's camp, obviously there would be a medic somewhere around here.

He stumbled around asking caravaners where the medic was, he got the same guy over and over again. Tom wondered why he was with his mates not in his medic tent, maybe he was freelance? Tom walked over to the pointed out medic, looking worse for wear than most real injury victims, "Hey have you got anything for severe, severe alcohol poisoning?"
 
Pawnsy turned around at the potential customer,pulling the rope around Midas' necks so both of the brahmin's heads would follow.He quickly examined the man who looked as sick as he sounded,bottle caps started ringing in Pawnsy's head. "Alcohol poisoning that's the most serious case I've had this week. Let me see what I can do,I know I have something here to help".Pawnsy lifted the medical trunk off Midas' back,and opened it. After a minute of searching he pulled out a strange looking root,and an empty Radaway bag. "I think this root should work some tribals told me it 'cleanses the body' or some bullshit. This bag should work like an I.V all you need to do is fill it with water". Pawnsy held the supplies back from the man,and holds out his scabby hand."That'll be 50 caps for the whole thing,20 extra if you want free water for the I.V". He smiled his few jagged teeth showing.
 
Yasmin, who was helping Brad passed as the ghoul requested payment, stopped and looked at him. ''If you are charging 20 extra caps for water, it's not free water. It's 20 caps. Which is expensive.'' She looked at Tom. ''I'll give you the water.''
 
"I'm sorry, I had a laser pistol and some energy cells, but I sold them to gun runners. I also had a plasma rifle and mf cells too, if you plan on going there."

He sighed.

"Perhaps I will go collect those energy cells, then... my name is Nevest, by the way."

The woman came over and gave a short lecture to the bruised man, and, surprisingly, gave Nevest a quick "thanks" before dragging him off. Nevest wandered out of the Crimson Caravan and towards the Gun Runners. There, exchanging a stimpak, he obtained some energy cells. Life outside of the Brotherhood was difficult.
 
Pawnsy felt the stupidity of what he just said smack him in the face."My mistake Ma'am,I meant he could get free water if he needed say refills,hell I'd let him drink my brahmin's udders if he gets that dehydrated"Pawnsy's eyes shifted off the woman and towards the man she was carrying."Your other friend there isn't looking so good either,want me to examine him? I promise it's truly free"
 
"I'll be fine. I just need to rest. I'm sure whatever that Nevest guy gave me will be more effective than any of your quack shit."
 
Tom just realised the price, he only had about 25 caps on him, he bent over and started patting his socks for notes, he was in luck, "How about 20 caps and a $50 NCR money", Tom paused to cough, "If it ain't enough...bullshit if this ain't enough there's sommit' wrong, I knows there is an exchange rate let's hope it's small enough".

Tom handed the medic the money, and opened his other palm to receive the aid.
 
Pawnsy shrugged off the beat up man's quack comment,he's heard it so many times he's grown to ignore it. What really caught his attention was his current patients offer "$50 dollars NCR money!?" Pawnsy struggled to control his excitment as he grabbed the money and handed over the supplies.Pawnsy's looked greedily at the bills, a smile stretching across his face. He was sure if he could get to NCR proper he could exchange this bill for the gold coins he thought they had.Pawnsy looked up from the money "If you're in a generous mood I have a few other tribal treatments we could try. I might as well introduce myself too,My name's Pawnsy Leon"
 
Sol shrugs and sighs. These are definently not professionals. This job probably isen't his time, and its likely to get him killed. He'll head back to Yosemite and start again. Sometimes a Ronin and afford to have standards. He strides back into the wasteland, whistling in between bites of dog guts.
 
Heading back into the Crimson Caravan lot, Nevest passes the mutant humanoid he encountered before, who seemed to be leaving. He gives him a quick glance, and although nobody could see, he has a bitter scowl of disgust from behind the T-51b mask. At the gates, he gently pulls one door open and slides in. He was just in time to witness a trade involving NCR currency.

"Those papers are worthless," he sneers, hoping to chase off the receiver of the bill from an NCR-supportive exchange.
 
Pawnsy looked at the armored man talking to what he believed was him "Why do you care Tin Man you're not the one receiving the money,Just because it doesn't shoot lasers doesn't mean it's worthless. Also it has an NCR seal,and signature". Pawnsy held up the bill in both hands the to show it's authenticity.
 
Nevest ignored the bill being held up, keeping his face down.

"It doesn't shoot lasers, no," Nevest said, reaching into his pocket, "but this does."

He held his laser pistol with a firm grip, flaunting it.

"You are an ignorant wastelander. Go on, take the New California Republic's worthless doodle-paper."

Nevest holstered his weapon. If this man was foolish enough to accept NCR currency, then the natural selection would eliminate him from the gene pool, anyway.
 
Carib was just wearing a regular shirt. It was an off white t-shirt with the Nuka-Cola logo on it. He laid one of his pistols on a nearby table and began to break it down to clean it. A pack of cigarettes and an ashtray. He held an unlit "Mr. Big Boss" between his lips and it wasn't lit as yet.

He cleaned, taking a cloth and some gun oil he had scavenged. The radio was on and he was hearing, "Heartache By the Number."
 
Yasmin sat Brad down next to Carib. ''Watch him, please? He got the shit beat out of him and I'm not sure he's alright. And Tom's poisoned himself. And there's a freakshow out there.'' She brushed her hair out of her eyes. The dust was sticking to her sweat leaving black streaks on her skin. ''One time I really need a shower and a million things get in my way.'' She looked at Brad. ''No more getting beat up? I'll be right back.'' She grabbed her knife fron her bag and walked over to and into the caravaneers cabin. Fuck anybody who tried to tell her she couldn't go in there.
 
Tom looked up at the doctor, "$50 of NCR is worth like...", Tom's thoughts interrupted him, 'He doesn't need to know the NCR to cap ratio', he re-ignited his statement, "Ignore that, and thanks mate".

Tom walked over to a deck-chair and sprawled himself upon it, 'Okay Tom, you've done this a load of times, it's just of matter of finding a vein...', Tom stabbed himself in a vein with the IV, 'Got it'.

Tom filled up the empty RadAway bag with the somewhat fresh water that lay on the floor in a bottle, 'No one seems to own this, wait Tom, vodka's clear, better check'. Tom took a sip of the clear liquid, 'Good, it's water, better have that root then'.

He bit into the root, it tasted rather citrus like, but it still retained it's freshness even though it was probably stuck in that man's case for over a year, Tom took a second chunk out and lay the root down on a nearby table. Tom reached down to pull his sock down, that was where a note lay, 'Good a time as any to read it Tom'.

Tom opened the letter he had read several times beforehand...

Dear Tom and Rachael

I know you probably find it distressing that you friend has suddenly disappeared, but worry not. I have went to travel the many states of America, the reason I did not want you to be wary of my imminent departure the capital was so that you wouldn't hinder my exploration. My first target is the near by Commonwealth, where I wish to learn more about the extravagant technologies they behold, sorry I seem to be wasting time.

I hope you two can find a new home in the wastes, Tom, good luck with those Talon guys, I never was one for mercenary work. Rachael, I hope you find a better occupation than that waste of a cafe in Canterbury.

Love, John

Tom laughed at himself as a small tear trickled down his cheek, that was such a long time ago.
 
Pawnsy's thoughts were confirmed when the man pulled out his laser pistol. "Tell me this my mechanical banker friend,Have you ever heard of something called Bio med gel?, I'm sure your knowledge doesn't only lie in money exchange rates"
 
Derick had just finished a brahmin steak he snuck from a food vender. He was walking back to get Brad when he turned his head to get a good look around. There he was with some rag tag group. They didn't look like much of a threat, but he didn't want a cut or a bruise or something. He'd wait for a better time.
 
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