New Vegas: Blood Ties

David remains silent after Toms rant at Nevest. He had a feeling Yasmin would soon intervene, and he had alreayd arugued enough with Nevest today.
 
Jacob thought it over for a minute or two, weighing the possibilities. On one hand, the fiends were probably the most outright nasty people in the wastes. On the other hand fiends were a large group and if these people were going to a stronghold there would be a large concentration of salvage to go after. In the end his greed won out.
"Count me in. I know a chance at profit when I see one. Greater the risk, greater the reward they say on the strip."
 
Yasmin nodded. ''You're on then.''

She glared over her shoulder at the squabbling members and muttered to herself, but loud enough so Jacob and Carib could hear (I'm guessing he is walking with her), ''I swear if they don't stop it, it won't be the sky I'm shooting at next time.''
 
"Using those whom we mourn -- or, at least, should mourn -- as the centers of jokes, that is both disrespectful and shameful. But then again, you do not know what it is like to fall back to your brothers in desperate times, to hang on to your humanity by sharing it with those you care about... nor do you know the feeling of losing them all in one swift moment."

Nevest's antipathetic emotions towards Tom were slowly fading in light of his logic to remain sane over the years, which Nevest offered little opposition toward. Despite how dishonorable the subject was, Nevest saw truth to the man's reasoning. In a way, the two were very much alike.
 
Yasmin turned around and pulled out her assault rifle. "The next person who goes on about losing brothers of any sort or who should feel what about anything, will get killed. And then mocked mercilessly for being stupid enough to do it after being warned. We're not in Freeside any more, we're in the wastes. I'm not having us get spotted by fiends or Legion or anything just because you want to keep bitching at eachother like teenage girls. You can go on and on about how important it is to care, but pretty sure not getting killed is more important."

She turned back around and continued stalking forward with her gun out. She missed the days back in her gang when if people didn't shut up, you could just cut their tongue out.
 
Scythe smirked at Yasmin and nodded. His assumptions about her being a raider-type were certainly correct. Everything about her from her dress to her attitude screamed cutthroat. Ironic since Scythe had literally cut the throats of dozens in his journey to the west coast.

Reaching down onto his leg holster, Scythe pulled out his silenced 10mm pistol and then pulled a throwing knife out from the belt across his chest, holding it in his free hand. In this way, he didn't have to switch to his trench knife in a bad situation. He could shoot, stab, or throw the knife.

"So, when we get where we're heading, what's the plan? Kill everyone or should we take a more...subtle approach."
 
Jacob turned towards Scythe when he asked what their plans were, and how they would be killing fiends. Jacob had a much more short term issue he wanted to take care of.
"Let's let them worry about that for now. You and I have another problem to resolve, specifically I like using my Mr. Gutsy in a fight but I can't do that if it turns on you the moment I put the combat inhibitor down. So you need to let it get a facial scan on you so I can program you in as an ally. Either that or you take off the stealth suit." Jacob said.
"Chinese communists will be crushed under the power of Democracy!!" Almost on cue
"My point exactly." Jacob raised an eyebrow at Scythe at this.
 
Nevest hastened his pace to get behind Yasmin, firmly placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You have a strong guard, but eventually, you must let it down. You do, of course, prove a valid point and I will keep conversation to a minimum."

He gently retracted his hand before Yasmin spun around and shot him for having touched her.
 
Pawnsy was much happier now that the debate team was done. Although their arguments did remind him or two Pre-war ghouls in Orleans who'd sit on their porches and bark at each other about Pre-war politics, They became quite popular some ghouls built restaurants nearby so their customers can watch these debates while they eat,Pawnsy missed those days. He slowly reached into his satchel and pulled out an inhaler of jet, a smile going across his face as he finished inhaling it's contents. Jet didn't have the same effect on Pawnsy, as humans started jumping and yelling, he simply felt happier and calmer, maybe it was his ghoul state he didn't know he just had to make sure he didn't fall behind the group.
 
Brad pulled his 10mm and a fresh carrot out of his bag. He felt a heat wave while walking. "Damn, why did they have to paint the combat armor black? I feel like a walking solar panel." he thought to himself while muching on his carrot.
 
Yasmin nodded to Scythe. "Yep. Fucking torch everything that moves, unless it is in Brotherhood armour. Though if it is and I start shooting at it, it's not Evan and you can feel free to kill it."

A hand came down on her shoulder, Nevest said something about guards, then as soon as he brought his hand back, she spun around and smashed the butt of her gun into his face hard enough to make a loud cracking noise come from his nose.

“I’d say sorry, but I meant to do that and you’d not learn any other way. Never. Touch. Me. Unless I’m dying and you’re saving my life, if you even look like you’re about to touch me, I’ll shoot you in whatever part you’re trying to touch me with.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “Did you honestly think that would end well?” Then turned and kept walking.
 
Tom swerved his head to the scene taking place before him, "You'd shoot him in any part he is trying to touch you with? If I was any better for wear I would make a joke about that...", Tom realised the dehydration was creeping back up on him.

Hopefully Yasmin wouldn't take offence to it, to be fair, the joke here and there wouldn't do any harm.
 
Nevest was lucky to have been wearing his T-51b helmet, but blood nonetheless streamed from the chin of his face. Stopping in his tracks, he slipped off his mask and spit to the ground. Wiping his face, the narrowing of his brows is the last facial expression seen as he fits the mask back to his face. He lets the others pass him, opting to take position at the rear of the group, his posture beginning to stiffen and hunch forward. Like a diamond out of coal, he squeezes his hands into fists.
 
David watches Yasmin hit Nevest. He kept on walking, but kept his right hand near to his pistol just in case this got out of hand.
 
Scythe nodded, then quickly unzipped his Chinese stealth suit. Despite appearances, it was nothing more than thin material. He quickly folded it up and placed it into his backpack next to the helmet, then dusted off his shirt and bulletproof vest that was on underneath. As this was happening he watched the drama with Nevest unfold, then watched him fall to the rear of the group. This was his chance. Scythe quickly fell back as well and began walking next to Nevest, talking in a low voice.

"Hail, Brother. My name is Scythe, I'm from the Captial Wasteland Chapter of the BOS. At least, I was. Long story. Don't let them get to you, just relax. Let's see how this pans out." Patting Nevest on the back, Scythe quickly jogged forward again next to Jacob so as not to arouse too much suspicion. "There, now you should have no problems with your robot now."
 
Nevest took a curious glance to Scythe as he revealed his ties with the East Coast Brotherhood. Nevest scorned Lyons and his rogue chapter, but maybe this one was different. After all, why would he be so far from D.C. if not for having left their Order? Nevest gave a slight kick to send dirt forward, hoping to gain Scythe's attention. If successful, he waved for his attention.
 
Jacob shrugged his shoulders when Scythe took off the stealth suit. Either way he would be able to lower GU-DR's combat inhibitor. He did so and then opened up the robots voice command system. He saw this wisdom is Yasmin wanting things quiet, and a patriotic robot was anything but silent.
"GU-DR, engage program:Patrol mode sigma theta. Maintain radio silence until engaged. Dismissed."

The robot gave a little salute with it's manipulator limb and continued moving with the group.

"We're all good here Ms. Yasmin." Jacob reported, then began to survey the group. Most of them were typical wastelanders, except for Nevest, and one other. David was it? From what he had overheard he gathered that David used to be Enclave, east coast specifically. He wondered how he hadn't realized it before. Maybe he had been out in the wasteland long enough to be mistaken for just another wanderer. Since David hadn't confronted Jacob yet, Jacob surmised that he must be doing a better job hiding his own secret affiliation with the Enclave. Whatever pasts these people had, none of them mattered except for Yasmin's, since the whole mission seemed to be about saving a piece of hers.

And that was good enough.
 
Brad walked over to Yasmin.

"So, how long of a walk do we have? I'm going to pull my hair out if I have to listen to the debate team again."
 
Tom overheard Brad comment, "If I hear you whinge again , i'll pull your hair out for you!", Tom's wit had came into it now, his brain was slowly repairing itself from the orbital bombardment of a drink he had last night.
 
Yasmin smiled and laughed. "After what I just did, I'm pretty sure there won't be anymore debating. Or touching me." She looked at her pipboy to see how long they had. "Yeah, we have a massive way to go. I've never even been there berfore. There's no way of knowing what we'll find there. But it better be Evan."
 
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