New Vegas: Blood Ties

Nevest nodded his head in appreciation, examining the bandages for any slime or anything else that would contaminate them. After finding them to be relatively clean, he began wrapping his wrist and thought on the attack while doing so.

The dog was agile and flexible, leaping at Nevest and getting hold of his right arm. Nevest lifted his arm hoping it would drop, but its jaws had locked in place and merely dangled above the ground, unwavering. He frantically waved his arm and finally managed to sling the dog into a wall, but in doing so the dog's incisors had slid across his wrist like a razor blade. Unsheathing his machete, Nevest chopped at the animal as it tried to stand, severing a leg that ensured it would no longer pose much of a threat. As it whimpered in agony, somewhat remorseful for the creature, Nevest dealt a finishing blow to its neck to silence him. A sudden cold filled Nevest's chest.

"Jet, you say? You realize those fumes are those of mutated cow feces? In other words, no, spare it for a Freeside junkie."
 
Pawnsy smiled at Nevest's comment "Of course I know where it comes from,Midas is the one who makes the stuff,everything that comes out of him I can turn into gold,that's why I gave him that name." Just to spite Nevest, Pawnsy took out a inhaler and took a deep breath of Jet.His mind was calmer now but he was still worried for Midas' safety considering GU-DR wasn't there anymore,but he shrugged it off considering fiends don't usually have snipers.
 
Tom chuckled at Pawnsy's humour and thought for a few seconds about the ghoul, wondering how old he could be, how much he would have seen in comparison to Tom who was still in his early twenties; Tom felt opposite that though, he felt like an old man, 'Probably all that wandering', Tom's mind suggested to him, he nodded back at his own thoughts. Tom looked back down at Pawnsy, "Nah, keep the stim's for later, I don't want to take away one that can be used for a serious injury that may happen later".
 
David took jacobs advice and pulled out his pistol, letting the clip fall out of the gun and into his hand. He checked it was fully loaded and then put it back in. He didn't bother cocking it as he had already cocked it earlier.
 
Yasmin felt like she was going through withdrawls. She was hot and anxious and her skin was prickling. She was so close. If she yelled out Evans name, he could probably hear her. She couldn't wait anymore. She slung her holster back over her shoulder and pulled out her assault rifle.

''We're breaking for the wall. Move fast and low and if Tom yells out, for fuck's sake, run in a Z. Those of you busy, catch up to us there. We'll wait for you before going around.'' And with that, she took off, her long leg muscles pumping harder than she thought they could, sending her hurling across the dirt towards the safety of the wall. Her eyes darted from the windows, where she was paranoid she'd see a barrel pointing down at her, to the strip of ground speeding under her, also paranoid she was going to see the happy orange light of a mine just before she stepped on it and died.

But she was ok. Nothing whizzed by her from the window, nothing clicked and blew up and after what felt like forever she slammed into the heavy cement side of the wall with a dull thud. She was so pumped she forgot to slow down and so full of adrenaline that when she looked down she was surprised to see the wounds on her leg had started bleeding heavily. No surprise. 'Sprinting like a mother-fucker doesn't count as 'going easy'. The stiches were probably ripped out, but she'd fuss over that later. Maybe having a leg bright red and wet with blood would help shock the Fiends and give her a split second advantage, she thought to herself and smiled, resting against the cool concrete and watching the rest of them make the mad dash.
 
Tom stared through his scope, nothing yet, he couldn't see any fiends in the building, but they could've been hiding so that stopped Tom's judgement. Tom stared deeper into his scope, and he noticed a large pile of what appeared to be psycho and jet on a table in the near center of the room. Tom tried to contact one of the group before they ran off, but to no one in general, "Can't see anyone yet, but the room looks popular with the fiends".
 
David sprinted towards where Yasmin was. Keeping his head down, he stopped just before the wall and crouched. He waited for Yasmin to give the order to move out and the others to catch up.
 
Brad handed his cowboy repeater to Jacob for repair. He sprinted to the wall, making sure to check for mines, and stopped next to David and Yasmin.
 
Jacob took Brad's gun and set it next to his own, then continued his work. He managed to secure the tubing back into it's position, then set it aside to dry while he took a look over Brad's repeater. He removed the guard from the side of the rifle and inspected it's inner workings. He found that the firing mechanism was worn, and would occasionally result in a bullet not firing, resulting in a jam. He dug around inside the storage compartment of GU-DR and found the remains of a .357 revolver that still remained. The hammer from the pistol remained, and would be an adequate replacement for the worn one in the repeater. He replaced the cover of the repeater, ensured it was fully loaded, and then set it aside. Looking again to his recharger rifle he gave the tubing an inquisitive tug and was pleased to see that the wonder glue held. He flipped the switch on the underside of the rifle and watched as the tubing gave it's glow. He slung the energy weapon across his back, and stepped away from his makeshift workbench.

Brad's repeater in hand, he looked towards where Yasmin and some of the others had sprinted to. He saw Yasmin, David, and Brad all against the wall. He was about to follow them when he heard Tom give an observation about one of the rooms that seemed to be a fun place for fiends. He then realized that Tom's recon would be useless if he had no way to communicate with the group headed inside. Jacob looked to his Pip-Boy, then at Tom. Then begrudgingly removed it from his arm.

"Hey Tom, get ready to catch this." Jacob said, holding the now removed Pip-Boy high enough for Tom to get the idea.
 
Tom caught the Pip-Boy when it was clearly thrown for him, "Thanks mate, this'll come in handy", he nodded again to show appreciation at Jacob, now knowing his name, he then slightly twitched his view to Yasmin, and his lowest audible voice, hoping Yasmin could hear him, "What frequency you on Yas?".
 
"Don't worry, I'll let her know the frequency. GU-DR's already on it, so that's covered at least." Jacob said, before looking towards the wall himself. "Head for the wall, as fast as you can and stack up on Lt. Yasmin." Jacob ordered, and the robot immediately shot off towards the wall.

Jacob meanwhile looked at the expanse between himself and the wall with dread. The Med-X that Pawnsy had given him helped a lot, but it would still hurt to sprint at the wall. Jacob gave a sigh of dread, then set off at a dead sprint, his face contorting every time his weight fell on his left leg. About half way there he stumbled after a particularly nasty pang from his protesting leg, but recovered and kept going.

Jacob reached the wall and pressed his back against it. Trying to control his deep breathing so as not to be too loud and alert the fiends inside the base. He made his way over to Yasmin and spoke to her between his labored breathing. "Pip-Boy...lemme see... Tom got... mine... for radio...hoo boy." Jacob managed to get out between breaths.
 
Yasmin looked from her soaked, bloody leg, to Jacob's, half smiling as she held out her arm for him to set the station on. ''Hey, we match.'' she said light heartedly. The blood loss was making things seem a little distant and made her calmer. She'd need a blood pack soon, but she was still ok to function. She knew her body and how much blood it could lose very well by now.

While Jacob set the pipboy radio, she leaned her rifle against her leg and turned her attention to the others. ''From what I saw, it looks like we're on the right side of the building from the front. So if we go around this corner,'' she pointed right along the wall, behind herself ''we should be at the front. It's hard to tell from the side, but if the towers are at the back, like they are with most factories, then I'm correct. Because we don't know what is around there we need to move fast, careful and above all - silent. Stick close together so we can use hand signals and whispers. Hell, if you're telepathic and have been keeping it quiet, now is the time to let us know. But barring that, be as silent as possible. No splitting up till everything is dead also, ok? Small groups are easily picked off. Pairs even easier. So stay in a pack and shoot everything that isn't in power armour and has short brown hair with eyes like mine.''
 
Brad looked down at their legs.
"Shouldn't you have....Pawnsy! That's it, Pawnsy. Shouldn't you have him look at that? I mean, I wouldn't trust him to examine my injuries, but he is our medic."
 
Pawnsy hurried to the wall lagging behind the others,his business suit was not suited to dead sprints. When he arrived he found both Yasmin bleeding everywhere and Brad indirectly asking for his help. "Alright I see miss Yasmin is bleeding,who else needs my boo boo fixers before he get to shooting?" He tried to keep his voice hushed considering how close they were to the fiends.
 
Yasmin shook her head. ''Seriously, what is with this ghoul racism?'' she unbuckled her belt and slide her pants down so Pawnsy could get to her thigh. The wounds didn't look good. She pulled out the stitches that had come undone and were hanging from her skin. ''Unless he goes feral and tries to eat us, he's just a man something shit happened to. You want his help, treat him like a person.''
 
"Hey, I don't have anything against ghouls. Pawnsy just hasen't filled me with confidence in his medical skills yet."
 
"Nice to know no one here's a bigot.....Anyway I can do fixes like this,just don't ask me to perform surgery on a brain tumor or anything like that..." Pawnsy examined the leg while scratching his chin. "Well the best I can do right now is give it a Stim and quickly sew it back up,That'll probably help during the fighting,if you don't want that I can hit you with some MedX now and patch you up slowly but surely"
 
Jacob finished off tuning in Yasmin's Pip-Boy and gave the machine a pat. He turned to where he thought he saw Tom on top of his crate and gave two big thumbs up, hoping that Tom was looking their way. He saw Pawnsy "sprint" over to them. He ignored them for the moment and took the chance to take a quick rest from the sprint. His back against the wall he slid down until he was in a seated position and took the time to relax a bit.
 
Nevest was just slightly behind Pawnsy in running over to the Yasmin and the others, the remains of his power armor still enough to slow his sprint into a labored jog at best. He made it just in time to hear chatter of ghoul bigotry, to which Nevest chuckled but otherwise remained quiet. Pawnsy was a bit different, though; He wasn't a scavenger of the Glow, but instead a man of medicine. Nevest hadn't even noticed Yasmin at this point, but when he did, he turned away out of discomfort.
 
Yasmin pulled a medx out of her pocket and stuck it into her thigh. ''Save your's for everyone else. I got my own.'' she looked over at Nevest, seeing him look at her and turn away and laughed in a whisper, as she'd been saying everything else in. ''Really? You can't stand to see legs? I am wearing underwear, you know, you don't need to get all bashful.''
 
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