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[Crimson Lionheart]

“War. War never changes.


When atomic fire consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, underground vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, form new tribes.


As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law. As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world, and a great wall spanning the Colorado River.


The NCR mobilized its army and set it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and restore it to working condition. But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged in the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion.


Four years have passed since the Republic held the Dam - just barely - against the Legion's onslaught. The Legion did not retreat. Across the river, they gathered strength. Campfires burned, training drums beat.


Through it all, the New Vegas Strip has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mr. House, and his army of rehabilitated Tribal's and police robots.


What happens next is entirely up to you on how you choose the fate of the Mojave. Would be under the ‘Protection’ of the NCR, Nova Roma for the Legion and Caesar’s pride and joy, would Mr House ensure a complete despotic control of the Mojave, or would you let the Mojave serve no god and no master, allowing the entire area its independence.


The future rests with you.

 

[Der Kojote]

The embers of the camp fire were slowly cooking the spinning gecko corpse. The smoke from the campfire was drifting upwards into the now twilight of the Mojave sky. A hungry looking fellow was sitting on a log. slowly turning the stick the dead gecko was tied too. That man was Rick Dawson, repairman, computer techie, and currently separated from his home by either a long stretch of the cracked remains of I-95. Which had bandits galore along its long path, or alternatively the much shorter I-15, that now was currently infested with deathclaws. Both routes were looking bad as a means of travel. Rick sighed as he turned the stick one last time. "Ehh...I'll get on at some point..." He pulled the stick of the fire and began to cut into the now rotisserie style Gecko. It was going to be another long night under the skies of the Mojave, far way from his home of New Vegas.

 

[zach10arrow]

Night was upon Hellsing and still have yet to kill anything to eat for the night was not looking good for Hellsing. "hmm wait" he thought to himself hearing noise off in the distance "Mmmm sounds like mole rat for dinner tonight" he quickly raised his rifle back on top of the hill and pointed it in the direction of the noises useing the bright shining light from new vegas he could see a faint shape of a animal peering through the darkness "either mole rat or a very small brahim either way dinner for me" slowly putting his finger on the trigger he was ready for the shot. The figure walked out of the shadows to reveal a small brahim followed by a bigger one "Oh thank you" whispered hellsing to himself. He fired hitting the bigger one square in the chest and the little one ran for its life "ill take what i can get" He pulled out a combat knife and started to skin the brahim for all the meat he can get

 

[Crimson Lionheart]

The last Assassin dropped to the pavement below lifelessly, the killer not even breaking a sweat. Around him on the I-95 were seven dead Legionary assassins of varying rank, the highest of them being a Centurion in it's armor collected from it's fallen foes. The attack didn't even last longer than a couple seconds, it was done before any of them could reload. The man in a black sleeveless duster killed them with an entire barrel of rounds from his Ranger Sequoia that killed six of them, and the last of the assassins being killed with a Bowie Knife sticking out of the top of his skull. The ginger haired man walked over to the dead legionary and grumbled before removing the knife out of the dead Legionary's head. Caesar was getting sloppy.


He looked up and adjusted his aviator sunglasses and scavenged whatever ammo that was useful, he didn't want any Fiends or Bandits to take such potentially powerful weaponry. He then straightened up his sleeveless duster and went on his way.

 

[Uncultured]

"Che, what you think?" asked Lincoln to the bomb he held in his hand. The engraved smiling face he had carved into the side of the bomb stared back at him, and slowly the mutant nodded his head as if it had made a reply. "Yes HAHA, human body frail like toothpick" said the mutant as he walked down the highway. "You are a funny guy Che" said Lincoln to the bomb once more, and after several seconds he responded to the bomb's imagined response. "No Che not funny in bad way, funny like radio broadcaster in Washington, not funny like Brahman with one head" said Lincoln, attempting to calm the irritated bomb. "Che you're wrong, Brahman never have one head" he said to the bomb before a long pause in which the bomb replied. "A cow, what is a cow Che? I've never heard of a cow, nobodies ever heard of a cow" said Lincoln in an exasperated tone. "Before the war.... how do you know about what was before the war" he said to the bomb after a short pause. "You were alive before the war... So you know about cows, I see Che, you're pretty smart for a bomb" he said to the mini nuke. "Brahman with one head would be funny" said Lincoln to the bomb to break the silence. "They were white with black spots, what a strange creature" said Lincoln in response to the bomb. As the mutant and his possibly sentient bomb walked down the highway making small talk, Lincoln observed his surroundings. Although he spoke like a simpleton and could act like one as well, within his mutated and thick skull was a mind that clashed animal instinct with the thought patterns of a human that had once been bordering upon genius level intellect and he cautiously eyed the road before him. His animalistic intuition told him something was off, someone or something was watching him with ill intent. "You feel that too Che?" said the mutant in a quiet whisper to his nuclear companion before coming to a stop upon the road, scanning in all directions through the pair of finely rimmed bifocals that he wore.


Lincoln tucked Che Guevara into a sling he used to carry the bomb, and as he did so he brought his light machine gun around to the front of his body, clicking the safety off and tensing his hands while scanning the land around him for any sign of movement. He could feel predatory eyes upon him and after decades of wandering through the wasteland he knew to trust his instincts. The presence he felt was one of brutality and violence and as he surveyed his surroundings he prepared himself for a violent confrontation.


From the corner of his eye came a flash of movement, a Deathclaw streaked towards Lincoln with reckless abandon and as it came within striking distance of Lincoln it swung it's claw tipped arm at the head of the mutant. Right before the claw impacted Lincoln's temple he ducked underneath the blow, feeling the displaced wind over his head before sliding backwards several feet, letting off a controlled and accurate burst of large caliber bullets into the center mass of the Deathclaw as it charged once more. The beast staggered backwards several feet and as it collected itself, Lincoln dropped his light machine gun and pulled his Super Sledge from the loop he held it in on his back. As he withdrew the massive hammer, Lincoln stepped towards the beast and within two quick strides he was within striking distance of the beast. Using his considerable strength he swung the hammer towards the midsection of the beast. As it impacted the Deathclaw's ribs, Lincoln could hear several bones crack within the midsection of the apex predator. As a result of the large blow, the Deathclaw stumbled to the left and fell to the ground, holding itself up with his left arm while clutching the right side of it's midsection with it's large claw tipped hand. Lincoln stepped towards the beast, preparing to put it out of it's misery but it surprised him, swinging with it's right arm towards the legs of the mutant.


As Lincoln slid backwards, a trail of blood erupted from a trifecta of cuts upon his right shin. The aggressiveness of the beast was surprising to the mutant and the endurance of the beast shocked him further as it stood upon uneasy legs, once again squaring up with the super mutant. Lincoln waited for the inevitable charge and after a few seconds it came, the wounded Deathclaw made up the space between them in under two seconds but Lincoln was ready for the relatively predictable attack and as the beast swung at Lincoln's body he spun to the right, dodging the attack with ease while bringing his Super Sledge towards the head of the beast in one momentum fueled motion. The sledge impacted the temple of the predator, crushing bone and sending blood spraying in several directions from now burst arteries. For several seconds the super mutant believed that he would have to continue the fight with the beast and perhaps land another massive strike or two to finish it off, but as it stepped towards Lincoln, attempting to attack once more, it faltered and fell to the ground, finally dead.


The beast was a ferocious and durable opponent and it's tenacity had impressed the super mutant. The beasts of the Mojave lived up to their reputation and from what Lincoln had heard there were even larger Deathclaws within the desert he found himself in. If he ran into one of the larger brethren of the beast he had slayed he wondered if he would be able to defeat it. Even though this fight had been won handily by the super mutant, if an average Deathclaw could take a dozen high caliber bullets and two massive strikes of a Super Sledge, than the much larger fathers and brood mothers of the Deathclaw species would be able to take at least double the punishment.


As Lincoln slid his Super Sledge into it's loop he walked towards the light machine gun that he had left upon the pavement. He picked up the weapon and slung it over his back once more before taking his atomic partner from it's sling. As Lincoln walked further into NCR territory the sounds of laughter and one sided small talk could be heard as the mutant spoke of old times and nostalgic memories with his mini nuke partner.

 

[zach10arrow]

The night was still strong but a nice warming fire light up the area around Hellsing "Ahh today was a good day nice way to end it cooking myself some nice brahim meat cooking and almost do-" Hellsing was stopped mid thought to the sound of gun clicking its hammer back behind his head "Well well well looks like we have a wonderer out here all alone" The stranger said with a laughing smile as two other people apperead out of the shadows "Your a hard man to find Mr Hellsing you know that you have a huge bounty of over 25000 caps on you tell me why your so close to a huge and populated place like this" The Bounty hunter said interigating Hellsing "Well if you trully wanna know and well not like its going to matter in about a minute or two cause i would have already killed all" Hellsing paused and looked around for a second " Four theres Four right" Hellsing said to the bounty hunter "Anyways all Four of you so if you want to know im looking for a very very special item that is suppose to be worth a good oh i dont know 500000 caps something called the Platnuim chip made and designed by Mrs House even thou im not sure what it does i want it cause its shiny so if you dont mind i think its time to say our good byes" With quickly saying that Hellsing elbowed the First bounty hunter across the hand sending his pistol flying away. Preceading the elbow followed a massive fire axe straight into the bonuty hunters Back hurling him to the ground as the other Three bounty hunters raised there weapons Hellsing quickly raised the dead body off the ground and used it as a human shield to block a small volley of small 9mm rounds and 357 rounds. Ripping the dead bounty hunters knife out of its sheath he shoved the body at them before preceding to hurl the knife at the second bounty hunters chest dropping him instantly. Hellsing proceeded to finish the last two of with a quick volley of rounds from his sub-machine gun. "Well that settles that" Hellsing said before turning to look back at his cooking fire "OH NO" Hellsing quickly pulled the meat from the fire "You almost made me burn my food" Hellsing said before eating the meat and then looting the bodys for what ever loot he could find before finally packing up and moving a little farther from new vegas.

 

[king5ter]

A knock on the door interrupted Cain from his game. He walked over to the door and opened it slightly, so that he could see out of it but whoever was outside could not see in. Standing in the hallway was a low-ranking employee of The Tops, dressed in a cheap tuxedo and dress shoes. Just by looking at him Cain could tell he was insignificant.


"Sorry to bother you, sir, but may I ask what is going on in here?" The man began. He was confident. A bit too confident. "We've been having noise complaints from the other rooms on this floor." He continued. "I'd hate to have to bother you but we need to investigate."


"Of course, of course, come in!" Cain said, smiling and opening the door. The man immediately relaxed and stepped inside.


Then Cain stepped to the side and the man saw the body tied to the chair, bloody and bruised. He put a hand to his mouth. Behind him, Cain grabbed his katana off the side. The man went to scream, and...


It only took one thrust. One movement and the man was dead. Cain pulled the katana back and the man sunk to the floor, collapsing in a heap. As he closed the door Cain shook his head. This would not do. One target, and now there were six bodies.


He grabbed his rucksack and left the room, making sure he closed the door behind him. Quietly he slipped into the elevator before anyone noticed him.


There was one other person in the elevator, a small and frail old lady. She paid no attention to him as she got in, instead staring straight ahead of her as if she could see a ghost. The doors slid shut quietly. The elevator began to move downwards and Cain hummed along to the tune playing. 'Ain't That A Kick In The Head' was his favorite song. It was catchy and annoying as hell, which was why he loved it so much.


The doors opened. Cain went to move, but the woman did not. Cain frowned. She hadn't so much as blinked since he had entered the elevator. As he examined her, she did not move. She did not appear to be breathing. Confused, he left the elevator, dismissing it as some stupid prank. The thought of the woman slipped his mind as he reached the exit and left the casino. He walked out into the Strip. It was busier than usual today, the streets filled with the hustle and bustle of people looking to waste money and get drunk. It was better for Cain. The more people there were, the easier it was for him to blend in.


He needed to let Mortimer that the job was done. Slowly he began to walk towards the Ultra-Luxe, slipping into the crowd unnoticed. He got over there quickly and made his way up the steps. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He glanced back at The Tops. Outside it's doors, the old lady from the elevator was standing still, watching Cain. He had a feeling that she was following him. Cain turned and went into the casino. The woman would have to wait.

 

[DrCompton]

"Look, I just gotta-" Doc didn't finish the sentence as he pulled the arm back, and heard the pop. "See? That wasn't hard at all!" The man he was helping cried out in pain, and a few of his buddies looked over, they were twitching a little. The man Doc was helping called himself 'One-Eyed Jack' which was very misleading because he had two eyes, but Jack also had lots of guns, and so did his friends. Jack jumped up and looked at Doc, frowning "That hurt you bastard! I oughta cut your throat!"


"Or I can give you some buffout?" Doc reached into his pocket and pulled out the small pill bottle, the rattle of the pills caught the attention of the 5 men of One Eyed Jack's Gang of raiders. Doc shook it a little and watched their eyes follow the pills, most of them were in the detox phase of their buffout addiction, and were itching for the stuff. He tossed the bottle to the other four, who immediately started to attacking each other. The first man shot the second man in the face, the third man in response slammed his cleaver into the first's man's chest, who turned and shot the third man, while the fourth man went down to pick up the pill bottle as the first and third man fell down dead. One Eye'd Jack raised his shotgun and finished the fourth man up and grabbed the bottle, opening it and stuffing multiple pills down his throat. "Now Jack. The deal was 500 caps, I ain't a very violent man, but Im capable of defending myself, so just give me the caps, and I'll go." Jack turned, his pupils tiny. Doc knew what would come next, he never expected the 500 caps, but Raiders typically had good stuff laying around that they didn't know about. Jack started to raise his his shotgun, but Doc was quicker, pulling the .357 Magnum from his side holster and squeezed the trigger, hitting Jack in the chest, who stumbled back, firing the shotgun into the ground, Doc squeezed the trigger again, hitting Jack again in the chest. Jack fell against the wall, struggling to lift his shotgun, the buffout was making him a little tougher than the average bear. Doc raised his magnum again and squeezed, the bullet going into Jack's head.


"Sorry Jack." Doc started to look around gathering up loose caps, drugs, and other various supplies in the raider camp.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




Rai found herself wandering off the path to... Well, she wasn't entirely sure where she was going, into the desert. While she absolutely hated the feeling of her hand gravitating toward her holster, she felt her right hand rest on the grip of her handgun, the only true means of defense she had in the Mojave, with the fear of whatever terrible creatures - Or people - Were out there with her somewhere. She couldn't help but wonder why she was wandering off the path, as walking off meant facing danger, which was already being attracted to her, as she had just successfully raked in a few thousand caps from gambling, and had no visible weapons on her except a pathetic pistol. Then again, walking into danger was her unofficial job, wasn't it?

With a sigh she continued into the wastes, sand kicking up occasionally and dusting the lower half of her jeans. Rai heard a gunshot and, in an adrenaline-fueled panic, dove for the ground. She glanced around, pulled her gun from its holster and looked around, desperately trying to find where the sound had come from, though no indicator was visible - At least not in her pitiful line of sight. She stumbled to her feet and heard another shot - This time she knew where it had come from. She considered running the other way, but what if this was something she could help with? She ran in the direction of the shot, shoving her gun frantically into her pocket with the safety flicked on, in the direction of what she could only assume was a raider camp.

She could smell blood - It was a strong smell, so it could probably be smelled from a distance. Not good, she thought, and knew she had made a bad decision coming here. You can always turn back now. You don't have to get involved, she thought, but swallowed her fear reluctantly. She climbed a small ridge to reach the camp and saw a number of dead raiders - Among them stood a man, clearly not among the ranks of the raiders... And if he was, he certainly looked out of place. He was the only one that appeared unharmed, and the others were all near-death or just dead.

"Oh my God," she muttered almost involuntarily. "What happened here? Did you do this?"

(@DrCompton )

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[DrCompton]

Doc stood their and looked toward the girl, "No... Well, Yes? Maybe." He looked back at the bodies, "So I killed One-Eyed Jack, cause he was gonna kill me." He looked back at the girl, "But the other four killed each other, except for him, he was killed by Jack. They were all Buffout addicts, they found me and knew I was a Doc, so I offered to help for 500 caps." He shrugged, "Now, I kinda figured I wouldn't get any caps, and that I wouldn't walk out of here on my own." He frowns a little, "So I kinda used their addiction to my advantage." He looked over at the girl, then smiled, "Im Doc by the way." He started to walk toward her, "Whats your name, Sweetheart?" Doc looked around on the ridge and started to climb, he was decent at it, and made his way up and walked toward her, then stuck out his hand. (@Haruhi Suzumiya)

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards

Rai felt like she was shaking. Yes, she had seen blood before. Yes, she had seen a lot of blood before. But seeing she could have done something but didn't felt sickening every time, no matter what. Hearing these people were addicts only made things worse - The fact that addiction was abused felt depressing. She sighed gently and pulled herself together, in the hopes of at least looking like she wasn't about to retch over and start throwing up. That was, quite honestly, how she felt, though.

With her worried expression fading, she walked over to the man, pulling out a bag that looked like a coinpurse - It rattled with a sound like metal clinking together as she removed it from her belt. "Here. 500 caps, take it. Just leave these people, and their possessions, in peace. Stealing from thieves won't get you anywhere, I promise." She held out the caps, looking away somewhat as she did so. It didn't feel good, giving to this person, though she felt carrying out someone else's promise was better than just running away. She noticed that, rather than having to walk toward this 'Doc' completely, he had met her halfway. "My name's Raina. Why do you want to know?" She wasn't exactly feeling great about this person, and while raiders typically weren't the kindest people in the world, she knew that much, some could be reasoned with. And if she had been there, she might have gotten the chance to. "And please don't call me 'sweetheart'."

(@DrCompton )​

 

[DrCompton]

Doc raised a brow, this lady sure had a strange sense of honor in this messed up world. "Now, I dont wan't your money, Doll, and I ain't stealing, Im just taking what they owe me, thats all... Plus, hell, they dont need it." He frowned a little. "How does a pretty girl like you survive out here with ideals like that? Sure, maybe in New Vegas, or heck, Tenpenny Tower back home, but I can't exactly imagine that getting you very far out in the Mojave. Unless.. I mean, are you a... companion?" Doc crossed his arms and watched her, "Cause I mean, it'd make more sense, but still, even then, Raiders like these jackals would just use you then kill ya, or get you addicted to psycho and keep you strung out on it, I've seen their types before." He looked back at the camp. (@Haruhi Suzumiya)

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




"Take it. Seriously. It's not as if I need it, I have enough caps as it is. Don't call me 'doll', either. I have a name for a reason, so please use it," Rai said, putting the bag of caps back on her belt. The compliment made her blush a little - She didn't often give much thought to her looks - But she couldn't help but feel like she was being looked down on. "Vegas liked me until the House stopped winning," Rai explained, "And the people at Tenpenny are despicable." Raina listened more to this 'Doc', feeling a bit off, like she shouldn't trust him. Then again, he seemed nice enough, and he didn't appear to be drawing a weapon on her. Perhaps he wasn't so bad?

Though something made her twitch a little at how he said companion. "What--? Wait, do you think I'm..." Rai laughed a little, to try and raise her mood a bit. "You can't be serious, can you?" It seemed almost like he was trying to make a joke, though that was unlikely, based on his rather serious expression. "I would sooner kill someone than become an... Escort, let alone take chems." She looked dead-serious when she said that - The thought of being dependent on more than she already was, meaning food and water, would take extra time away from her, time she didn't want to waste. So of course she wouldn't let something like that happen to her. And if things got really bad, she had her gun. And, admittedly, her Mesmetron, which she would only use as a last-last resort.

"Trust me, I can handle myself out here. I'm not helpless," she concluded.

(@DrCompton )

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[zach10arrow]

When the morning sun rose from behind its curtains of darkness Hellsing was up and awake he looked around his little campsite he set the night before and covered all tracks of him being there and proceded to climb up the tallest hill he could find "Ooh i wonder what im going to see this morning hopefully something sketchy is going on i havent used my rifle in a hours now and its itching to be fired" Hellsing said with a slight laugh when he got to the top of the hill he layed down his backpack and proceded to raise up his rifle to look through the sights. He always watched from a crouched position so he wasnt too noticeable up there he looked around and didnt see much except for the usual in new vegas drunks getting kicked out and the security rust buckets killing those who try to enter unauthorized . Getting bored with that sight he looked out into the wasteland to see if anything was new he went from his crouched position to a prone position. "Ugh why is everything so boring today" Hellsing said with a sigh "Give me atleast a mantis to shoot please" Hellsing screamed out to the wasteland "ANYTHING AT ALL I DONT CARE WHAT SOMETHING"He screamed loud enough hopeing something or someone would hear him. He waited for about a good half an hour before finally making the choice out of pure boredom to walking into the new vegas. Well not really walk but more of just hop the fence and sneak into the place walking in "Well i think i still have some chips on me" Hellsing reached into his pocket to find atleast 200 chips in his pocket but all to diffrent casinos "Well this is just great i guess i have to go to all of them" Hellsing said jokingly disappointed "Hmm which one to start with thou should be the question" Hellsing said looking around couriously. Just then he heard a patrol of securty bots rolling down the street "Damn looks like i have no choice but to go into the Tops" Hellsing after saying that quickly slipped into the tops unnoticed by the bots and passing through security inside "Haha oldest trick in the book aint none of them touching my weapons" Hellsing looked around before finally settling down at one of the blackjack table to spend the 32 Chips he had to that place.

 

[Der Kojote]

The road had been going on for...well what seemed like forever, every step he took was another step across the cracked pavement. His Recharge pistol in a holster on his side. His laser rifle slung on his shoulder, by means of a seat-belt he pulled from the wreck of a car. Lastly as he held his cowboy repeater, ready to use it if necessary. Though, aside from a mole rat about a mile back...there had been no real...well anything. The the only companions he'd had was the sun beating down on his neck. The heat rising from the ground assaulting him, and the sound of his guns and back clinking as he walked on.


Yup...this is the life...cannot wait to get back to Vegas.


However Vegas still was far off. and with no sign of life in sight, it looked like it was going to be gecko meat sliders again.


Then Rick heard a gunshot or possibly multiple. Wait no, that was a LOT of gunshots


As always the first reaction was to get close to the ground as fast as possible, he leveled the cowboy repeater...looking around. He didn't hear the cackling of drug addicts, large amounts of cursing, or snake references. That ruled out Powder gangers, Fiends and vipers. Though he cringed when he heard a roar that was very familiar to him, DEATHCLAW HELL WHY?! WHY? His memory snapped back to his running through the death claw infested territory north of sloan. That sound was now ingrained in his brain.


Then he heard a hammer, He looked in the direction of the sound. "That...whoever that is...they're still alive?" The sounds of combat ended and things were silent for a bit. He stood there confused, Then he heard laughter. The voice didn't sound very normal, it sound deeper than most people. and it was coming closer, he stood there off to the side, looking off wondering what could kill a death-claw. The answer terrified him, taller than him, looking stronger, and talking with something in a sling."yup...that's a super mutant..."


@HunterJJ

 

[Crimson Lionheart]

Jet was a hell of a drug.


The well built wanderer studied the bodies of three dead Fiends that had formerly terrorised most of New Vegas. Two males and a female, all wearing nothing but bare skin and whatever scrap to protect themselves from the elements, natural or man-made. To Damien, they couldn't have been dead for more then a couple hours at least. The method on how they died wasn't surprising. No bullets or energy fire could inflict this type of damage onto a human being. The crows were flying around in the sky as they circled the location. Damien certainly wasn't a doctor, but some medical training that he received when he was a Ranger proved that what he seen was typical of how the Fiends tended to die.


"Jet overdose" Damien muttered under his breath


He sighed deeply. As much as people tended to use chems, he never wants anything to do with them. All in order to remain at the best physical condition as he possibly could attain. Vegas was calling him, and he had to return back to the city. He had been on the road for years now, it was about time that he came back. He almost didn't make it when he almost died at Grand Junction inside the Legion in 2279, while in the process of making the long trip home.


Vegas was calling him, and the odds were in his favor

 

[king5ter]

Cain made his way through the casino, trying not to look back in anxiety. As he reached the main lobby he frowned. Mortimer wasn't there. Something was wrong. Mortimer was almost always there. He headed over to the Gourmand. Maybe Marjorie knew where he was.


Inside the restaurant it was bustling with activity. People came from all over the Mojave to experience the overpriced and yet beautiful cuisine. Of course, most of the people here had never experienced life out of Vegas. They were rich snobs, stuck-up without any idea as to what was going on beyond the walls of the Strip. Cain hated them. Living their lives in solitude, ignoring those who had to fight for their survival on a daily basis. In a way he hated the White Glove Society. They were a representation of all the upper class living in ignorance. They paid good money however, and their jobs were always fun.


He walked up to Marjorie, who was standing behind her desk as usual with the utmost contempt. Cain and her weren't exactly on the best terms, but she hadn't tried to murder him yet, and that was something.


"You seen Mortimer?" Cain asked her casually, leaning against the desk. She stared at him in disgust. Filthy mercenary.


"No. Now would you please kindly leave?"


"Not until I get paid. Where's Mortimer?"


"I told you, I don't know."


Cain looked at her, dropping the charm. "Listen, I know when someone is lying to me. Now are you going to tell me where he is, or am I going to have to use another method to get it out of you?"


Marjorie scowled and handed him a keycard. "He's in the kitchen. Now get out of my sight." Cain smiled at her and waltzed off through the Gourmand. He ignored the waiter trying to sell him something and entered the kitchen, swiping the keycard through the reader.


The usual pair were in there, torching the meat. Cain walked past them and down the stairs, into the freezing cold sub-level. A guard stopped him.


"Sorry sir, you can't come this way. Employees only."


Cain winked at him and smiled. "I am an employee."


The guard's face flushed red. "My mistake. Go on through."


Cain flashed another dazzling smile and carried on down the corridor and into the kitchen. Phillipe was there cooking, and Mortimer was watching him in fascination. He looked up at Cain as he entered.


"It is done?"


"Weyland is dead. There was some collateral damage, but nothing I couldn't handle."


"Good." He handed Cain a bag full of caps. "Everything's there. Two thousand. Just like we agreed." Cain sifted through the bag and, sure enough, they were all there. "I have another job you may be interested in." Mortimer continued.


"Go on..."


Mortimer went to speak, but frowned at something behind Cain. Cain turned to see the guard from the corridor standing in the doorway. He was covered from head to toe in stick red blood, presumably his own. He was laughing. Suddenly he collapsed forward, dead.


"Get down!" Cain hissed. He pulled out his shotgun and aimed at the door, waiting.


Waiting.


Waiting.


Nothing.


Slowly he began to move towards the doorway, stepping over the guard's body. He peeked round into the corridor. Standing at the end was a strange man holding a silenced pistol and smiling to himself. The man was walking towards the kitchen. Cain waited for him to get closer. Any minute now...


He spun round into the corridor. The man raised his gun but, taken by surprise, he hesitated a second. That was all Cain needed. He fired his gun twice, sending the man flying backwards. He slammed into the wall at the end of the corridor and hit the floor. He didn't get up again. Cain walked over to his body and examined him.


"You can come out!" He called to Mortimer and Phillipe. Mortimer walked out into the corridor and joined Cain.


"Who is he?"


"That is a good question. Looks like a mercenary. Let me see..." He searched through the man's pockets and pulled out a letter. "How strange...he's been hired by the Brotherhood of Steel...it doesn't say why..."


"The Brotherhood? Why would they want us dead?"


"That's a good question."


"Okay, screw that job I mentioned. I've got a new job for you. Ten thousand caps. You infiltrate the Brotherhood, find out what's going on, and put a stop to it. How does that sound?"


Cain smiled.


"It'd be a pleasure."

 

[DrCompton]

Doc smiled a little, "You from the East? I didn't think you'd know about Tenpenny Tower, and I agree, they're an awful bunch... Im from Megaton myself, and I didn't mean to offend you, Raina. Look, I didn't just kill these men to kill them, they had a chance. I offered to help them for a few caps. When they didn't try to barter me down, I was suspicious, when I got here and saw the 20 buffout bottles strung around, I knew they were just gonna kill me." Doc shrugged, "I just made sure I didn't die, sure it was in kind of a crappy way, but hey... I've gotta do whatever I need to do to survive."


Doc shrugged, "Im gonna loot the bodies, I need more supplies, and they've got more meds they ignored, because they dont give a high, down there I can take to one of the towns around here." He looked at Raina, "So, Im sorry if you dont like me to mess with the dead, but I gotta do what I gotta do for myself." (@Haruhi Suzumiya)

 

[Uncultured]

"Che... what's that?" asked Lincoln to the nuclear device that he carried with him. After several seconds, Lincoln nodded and swung his light machine gun around his body to his front side, clicking the safety off and tensing his hands around the weapon and trigger, a habit that he had never broken. "Thanks for the heads up" said the mutant as he scanned the horizon for threats, was it another Deathclaw, coming to avenge it's friends death, perhaps a pack of Cazadors, perhaps it was a foolhardy group of raiders, but whatever it was, the mutant would be ready. Lincoln doubted the ladder, for most raiders and highwaymen in the wastes let him pass through when he came through their territory, one of man benefits that came with his exposure to the FEV virus. After several seconds of scanning the surrounding territory, he saw him, a human was watching him from a reasonably far distance away. Lincoln didn't fault the man for being careful, most super mutants were feral creatures with more bullet wounds than IQ points and his kind was well renowned for being less than sociable. "Che, that is horrible thing to say, human didn't shoot at me, why should I crush his scull with hammer?" said Lincoln to the instigating bomb. "HAHA, very funny Che, but I will hear what human has to say before I consider breaking knees" he said to the bomb.


"Come out human, Che says you are a nice human, I will not break your legs if you are friendly" said the mutant loudly, projecting his voice to the waste lander.


@Der Kojote

 

[Der Kojote]

Rick cringed when he heard the mutant, thought of broken knees was not a pleasant one, not to mention the fact that, even though the mutant was far away, he could still see a rather large gun being held, if it was an assault rifle, or a larger weapon he couldn't exactly tell. However, with this the situation really needed attention now. Though the good news was he hadn't been shot as of yet. Generally the unintelligent super-mutants had a tendency to shoot first...violently maul later. So in all honesty things were not looking as bad as they could be. He slung the repeater on his back and kept his hands up and he approached, He called back to the Mutant "Alright! No guns are out, I'm not particularly in the mood for a fight. Also you haven't shot yet so needless to say, I'm hoping things stay that way."


@HunterJJ

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




Rai found herself not quite so angry with Doc. Well, yes, he had killed people. She would still need a little while to get over that. But he didn't really seem that bad. If anything, he was better than most people she had met in the wastes (Not in the cities, people were mostly nicer there). She let out a gentle sigh and, finally, put the bag of caps on her belt, feeling it wasn't worth arguing any further. "If I can't stop you, who will?" Rai concluded, stepping back. "Take what you want from them." She pulled her handgun from her pocket, slipped it into its holster, and put her hands in her pockets awkwardly. She didn't really know what to do... She could always leave. Seeing people loot dead bodies didn't really make her feel great, but at the same time, having someone around that could watch her back out here might be nice.

...Besides, the mention of home made her feel just a little safer.

"Hey, I've got a proposition for you," she started. "I'm going to New Vegas. I've made it this far without dying, but I don't want to take any chances for the rest of the way. Since all I have is this thing-" She pulled her handgun out- "Which I can't even aim - Let alone shoot - For the life of me, maybe you wouldn't mind coming with me? There's caps in it for you," Rai jingled the bag of caps at her side, feeling just a little bit like taking it off her belt again wouldn't really be worthwhile, unless he accepted. "Unless you don't want to come with me. That's fine, too." She turned around and started walking toward where she remembered the path was.

(@DrCompton )

(Just when I say it... Posts galore!)​

 

[DrCompton]

Doc stood and watched Raina, "Uh sure, Im actually headed that way myself, and I'd be a fool to refuse company." He smiled at her and made his way over to a table and looked at the drugs on it. "Psycho, Jet, Stimpaks these guys were loaded." He took his backpack and pushed the drugs in. He walked around and put the loose caps in a smaller bag that jingled lightly, finally he cleared the guns the raiders had, only taking the smaller pistols and the ammo that came with them. He looked at One Eyed Jack's shotgun and checked the chamber, "Eh, this might help huh?" He slung the shotgun over his right shoulder and looked up at Raina, "So where you from? You knew about Tenpenny, you gotta be from the Washington Waste..." He was finished looting the corpses, "You from Rivet City?" (@Haruhi Suzumiya) (Magic words!)

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




Rai stopped and looked over her shoulder at Doc. "So you'll be coming with me? Good." She turned back around and watched as Doc started looting the raiders. As quickly as she had started watching, she turned her head away - For some reason, Rai just couldn't feel comfortable with this. Stimpaks, Rai thought. "You know, while it's valuable to have chems... Well, that depends on what it is specifically, what you're getting from those raiders probably isn't sterile. I don't recommend using those unless you can reliably clean them," she explained, "But you can use them as they are if you want."

Rai swallowed hard when she saw the shotgun Doc was slinging over his shoulder. She considered offering her gun to Doc, but that didn't exactly seem clever - She wanted at least a little defense in case he wasn't to be trusted. The name 'Rivet City' sounded familiar... But she had never been there herself. Maybe if she ever went back to DC, she would go to Rivet City. Then again, going there didn't seem exactly like the best idea, with Paradise Falls and slavers around. "Actually, I'm from Megaton," she replied. "I didn't stay for long, though - Which was probably a big mistake." I'd rather not go any further than that, she thought.

"Now, can we get going, or is there anything else you wanted to do here?"

(@DrCompton )​

 

[DrCompton]

"We can get going." Doc walked over to her putting his right hand on the sling of the shotgun on his shoulder, "You're from Megaton huh? I spent a few years there with Doc Church." He smiled a little, "We must've just missed each other I guess." Shrugging, Doc spoke again, "And I dont plan to use the drugs, maybe clean of the stimpaks cause they can be the difference between life and death, but everything else Im going amp them up a little and sell off to other businesses, or trade them off, its a dirty business but its one of the few ways I can make legitimate caps, unfortunately."


Doc pulled out a bottle of water, and it was clean. He offered it to Raina with his free hand, "I try to keep a couple of bottles handy, just in case." Doc smiled at Raina as they walked toward New Vegas.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




Maybe I would have met Doc earlier if we hadn't left, Rai thought. "You worked with Doc Church?" She didn't really know him very well, and hadn't ever needed any medical attention when she was in Megaton, but Church seemed too hostile for her taste. Then again, people like that tended to draw her attention now, since helping people was her 'thing' now. "It's good to know you don't plan to use those chems yourself," she responded, "But I don't really see what you would gain from augmenting them. You would be using your own resources and giving the chems a worse effect." She wondered why making the chems stronger was apparently a good idea... But Doc probably had reasoning behind that, right?

"I shouldn't really judge your methods," she decided. "All the caps I have are from gambling, and that's far from making caps legitimately," Rai concluded, taking the bottle of water. It didn't seem dangerous - If there was anything in it aside from water, it would probably be coloured strangely. "You're all right with me having this?" She asked, her hand holding the cap of the bottle. "I don't really need this... So if you think you'll need this, you can keep it." Then she remembered her pistol - Since she wouldn't be needing it, and she had a trump card if things got bad, why not lend it to Doc? "Oh, and come to think of it - If we're going to be traveling together, you might want to use my gun. It's not much, but I can't aim it - Let alone shoot it - For the life of me." At that, she pulled her handgun from its holster and extended it grip-first to Doc. "Here."

(@DrCompton )

(I'm going to be away from 5PM to 7PM EST. So... Er... Sorry. ;. ​