New Vegas: Blood Ties

Pawnsy walked out of Mclafferty's office counting each of the bills in his hand. Turns out she was still going to pay him his $150 dollar guard wage. Now that he tied up everything he wanted to get the hell out. The only central location seemed to be Vegas,best bet was to start looking there. He stopped by the gun runners,and payed for 20 12 gauge slugs, and 20 normal shells so he had a fighting chance. As he walked through the Freeside gates he could feel the weird looking thugs all glaring at the dressed up ghoul with a brahmin.
 
His ungloved hand reached up and touched Yasmin's delicate cheek and he smiled, "I'll be fine. Don't lose points with the people because they think your getting tender on me." He placed a kiss on her lips. It was gentle, it was warm and it was filled with care.

Carib didn't like Nevest much. The BOS had an arrogance about them, but he could understand a bit of their rationale. Tech was dangerous. Carib had seen that. Whether it was in the hands of the genocidal Enclave or some despot with an axe to grind. Still the BOS could have done things better. If they acted like the Followers of the Apocalypse, they would have more friends than enemies. From what Carib understood they don't recruit outside.

Still that was for Nevest and the BOS to sort out. He wasn't NCR anymore, he was his own man.

*******

Carib took a seat at one of the tables and had a nuka-cola in hand while he watched the acts on stage. The Atomic Wrangler may have been a den, but they did have some good acts. Still watching the guards it made Carib feel very uneasy. They were wired to high heaven and he didn't even need a degree in medicine to know that.

He would wait on Brad and if the Khan came around, he'd work the man over.

Still the acts were pretty good.
 
Tom smiled at David's comment, he is was too right, Tom never did like the Brotherhood, he looked up at the outsider, "Traitors? At least they learnt to let go of a past that would never come back", Tom's smile turned into a frown as his disdain grew, "When you find a battery I'll make sure I won't look, I wouldn't want to see you tossing off as you stand".

Tom could've kept going but eventually it would get out of hand, and no one wanted that.
 
The comments from those around him irked at him deeply, but finally the latest ticked too loud for Nevest to maintain his civility.

"Fuck. Off. Outsider."

From the moment he stepped foot in Freeside, foul language was commonplace for Nevest. And despite hearing, perhaps, a new swear every day, he maintained his knightly attitude and strayed from "lowering himself" by utilizing such savage words. Only now, he was so close to reuniting with the Brotherhood of Steel, he felt entitled to the use of the sharp tongue he had always bitten.
 
"Me, outsider? I think you find, the majority of the Mojave's population is in fact non-brotherhood members, so if i'm an outsider, I don't know what the fuck you are!", Tom was getting pissed off at the steelers arrogance, "Every one of the guys here has an interesting life, whereas you and your 'brothers' have all the same, 'I fired my first laser, plasma, electric propelled fizrocket at seven and that was when the scribes knew I was destined to be a guy in the brotherhood'".

Tom slowed down for a few seconds, seemed what the medic gave him was good stuff, "Now, if your done with your self-righteous shit, we can get on with the job". Tom looked over to Yasmin, he didn't care that he just blew his top at someone telling him to fuck off, he wasn't in the mood for a brotherhood lackey to tell him the difference between a loyalist and a traitor.
 
Yasmin stood up. Her features had completely changed from the soft, sweet smile she'd given Carib. Now with a snarl on her face she resembled more of a coyote. Wild, vocious and dangerous. ''Wake up, Steel. You ARE outside! Out here, you're the odd one out and all alone. And you know what, I already know where I need to go. You'll only try to stop me killing Steel and I don't think anybody here likes you. You're stuck up and offer no help. So you fuck off, we don't need you.'' She put her hands on her hips, right near where she had her knife tucked, just in case she needed it.
 
Brad walked into his room and picked up his duffle bag from the floor. He set it on the bed, took out his 10mm and stuck it in his holster. He looked into the mirror in his room. It was weird wearing Van Graff combat armor without having an energy weapon. Maybe he could show up for a shift and swipe a laser rifle. He grabbed his bag and headed back downstairs. He sat at a barstool next to Carib. He laid 10 caps down on the table.


"Scotch."

After getting the shit beaten out of him by Derick, he just wanted a scotch.
 
David waited with Brad and Carib. He kept his view on the door, keeping any eyes out for the khans. He didn't want to take chances after seeing what they did to brad. They had caught him unawares and David wasn't going to let the same thing happen again.
 
"Does this look like a barn?,The Brahmin stays outside dumbass". Pawnsy stood in the doorway staring at the guard before leaving Midas tied to a pole outside,all the homemade booby traps on the Brahmin's pack primed. Pawnsy walked into the bar,it smelled worse on the inside, and this was coming from a ghoul who spent his days with a walking Jet farm. Pawnsy shuffled towards a bar stool and sat down,One of the bartenders stood over him "What do you want?" she asked. "I'll take a bottle of Vodka and some nuka cola" Pawnsy said as he pulled out the caps necessary. When his order arrived Pawnsy stashed the bottle of vodka in his satchel, and took the cap off the nuka cola with his knife. He could have sworn he recognized some of the other patrons from the crimson caravan compound, but then again he could have sworn he saw a million familiar people on his way through Freeside.
 
Brad took a drink and turned his head. It was that quack ghoul doctor from Crimson Caravan.

"So, is this just a coincidence, or are you trying to sell us more of your shit?"
 
Pawnsy turned his head to the familiar voice "I'd like to say sell you more shit but my brahmin is outside with my shit ,If your lucky though I could use his shit to sell you some shitty jet, But for now let's just say coincidence." Pawnsy paused took a drink from his nuka cola "I did notice my walking calculator friend talking to you and your friends though, and from what I heard your planning something with the brotherhood, let me be very direct and say I want in."
 
"Well, don't talk to us. The woman who was with us is in charge."
 
It was Tom who'd been the one Nevest expressed himself toward, yet it was Yasmin that was offended. So many mixed emotions overwhelmed him. Indeed, it was Nevest who was the "outsider" in this case, and despite his best efforts to convey an intelligent, capable man, he was seen as useless.

"I..."

Nothing more came out. He was angry, and yet sad. Not only was the promise of returning to his brethren slowly fading, but his very existence was also being called into question. Outside of the bunkers and military outposts of the Brotherhood, he was not only seen as an ordinary man, but as a weak man. In a last-ditch effort, he attempt to appeal his case.

"You're absolutely right, you don't need me... But I need you. Without you, without your group, I may never return to the Brotherhood. And what, then? I waste my life away here, waiting for either the New California Republic to take New Vegas and execute me for my affiliation, or Caesar's Legion to sweep the streets and enslave or murder everyone, myself included? Perhaps I do not deserve it -- perhaps no one does -- but will you not show me any of the compassion you express for your brother, my brother?"
 
The part of Yasmin that was the raider, that had been carved out of blood and violence and all the twisted things she'd done, wanted to spit in his face and laugh. But the part of her that was still decent and wanted to find Evan pictured his face if he found out she'd turned this man away. It was going against her nature, but she loved her brother more than she was a raider. And for him, she'd try to be a better person. Travelling with this man was going to be tiring.

Pushing out her words through teeth that were trying to clench, she managed in a strained, civil voice ''Fine, you can come. But you follow my instruction, do not question who I kill and don't interfere with anybody here just because they are a different faction to you.'' She narrowed her eyes and let the growl creep back into her tone ''But do not be mostaken about this again: Evan is my brother. Not yours. The Brotherhood has no claim on him any more. Or ever again. Right?''
 
Nevest breathed out some of his relief, seeing as how the woman begrudgingly re-accepted his placement within the group when she could have more easily told him to take a hike.

"You have my gratitude."

Undoubtedly, the difficulty and friction of the group relations would be pressed further once they set out on their journey, but Nevest promised himself, right then, that his opinions would be kept to himself.
 
Tom smirked at the new recruit, "Looks like you appealed to someone, now, i'm going to lecture on all that is wrong with the brotherhood...", Tom had never, properly talked to a steeler, only viewed for afar before capping them between the eyes.

Tom hoped that the steeler could think of a reasonable argument, recently Tom had grown fond of debating the many, many problems of the wasteland with fellow strangers, and although they got off on the wrong foot, maybe it would provide Tom an insight to the actual brotherhood, not the ones Tom grew up alongside.
 
Yasmin gave Tom a gentle warning look. "Tom, he isn't the only one who needs to have restraint. Nobody wants to hear a lecture on things we already know. If he is going to behave, you should try to as well." She looked at a guard walking towards them and muttered to herself “Ah, hell, what now?”

The guard stopped in front of the group. “McLafferty wants you out. Says you’ve been causing a nuisance. Gunfire in the middle of the night, arguing, that man that was with you crawling half beaten into here. She says you’re to take your stuff and leave, now.” He put his hand on his gun.

Yasmin sighed and got up, grabbing her bag. “Alright, fine.” She looked at Nevest. “Anything you brought with you, you should grab it now.” She turned to Tom. “Let’s go meet the guys at the Atomic.”
 
Tom turned to face Yas, "Seems like a good enough, anyway, i'll try to be 'friendly' with the new guy, let's just hope he doesn't think of anything dangerous while we're out of the lawman's grasp...not like we couldn't handle him though".

Tom started to smirk at his comment, maybe passive aggressiveness was a good way to go for Tom, it sated his aggressive nature, yet it stopped him from getting 'too' aggressive.
 
Sneaking into Freeside had not been difficult; besides the fact that Scythe's Chinese stealth armor generated a stealth field around him that made him almost invisible to the naked eye, there was little in the way of security. Some random patrols of soldiers, what were they called? NCR? New California something. Not that it mattered. Scythe may have only recently made it to the Mojave Wasteland, but he knew the score. It was the same no matter where he was. A bunch of people claiming authority that they didn't have. Authority that they claimed by force.

As he traveled through the streets, he saw many different kinds of people - the usual bums, addicts, street thugs. He always was thorough in checking out a new location before walking around freely. What looked like a civilized community turned out to be slaver town one too many times for his liking. And even though this place was right outside New Vegas, Scythe still would not take any chances. Besides the usual trash, one group in particular seemed to stand out. What looked like a raider, some type of grizzled veteran - perhaps a mercenary or ex-NCR, and others. As he eavesdropped on their conversation hidden behind an old rusted car, his stealth field still cloaking him, Scythe could just barely make out an argument between the other two members of the group.

The raider-looking woman then mentioned something about going to the Atomic, which Scythe assumed to be a local bar or shop. As such, he decided to follow the group if but for a time. Hell, it would give him an excuse to scope out the rest of Freeside.
 
Carib had stood outside to survey the mean streets of Freeside. A lot of the King's men knew who Carib was, but often didn't mess with him since he wasn't a squatter or preaching the greatness of NCR. He hated their hair cuts, though.

Standing next to David he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Looking about he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Down the corner, he could see Guard of the Silver Rush eye them.

"Do you feel something... sense something out of the ordinary." It was the same feeling he got anytime he passed near the road to the dreaded Black Mountain. It was the feeling of being watched.
 
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