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[DrCompton]

"The reason I make them stronger is because I get a few extra caps for them, the trade off is worth it since the stuff that I put into it, isn't generally worth anything on its own, you know?" Doc shrugged, "I dont really enjoy drugs, or like people using them... but unfortunately its something Im good at... I use to be a slave, and I made drugs for them." he sighed.


Doc looked at her pistol, "I ain't much of a shooter myself... I can pull my gun pretty fast, but I cant fire it rapidly, at least, I can't fire accurately just squeezing the trigger. I'd rather you keep it, cause if you can fire in the general direction of any bad guys we might be facing, I can at least line up my shots, if that makes sense?" Doc smiled, "And keep the water, like I said, I've got a couple of other bottles."


Doc walked with her, "Yeah, Church and I ran the clinic for a few months, he taught me some more stuff. He's a little rough, but after a few weeks he finally warmed up to me." he laughed a little.


(@Haruhi Suzumiya) (How dare you do other things besides RP with me!)

 

[Crimson Lionheart]

Damien made his way into Freeside, although he had a different reason to travel to the suburb instead of heading to the starlit avenue that was the Strip. Most of the time, the Kings kept order of the suburb and valued independence almost more than anything else. Had it not been for House’s invitation, he wouldn’t have come at all. The de facto leader of New Vegas personally invited him to the Lucky 38 to speak to him, although he didn’t know exactly why. Whatever it was, it was important and it required the former Ranger’s services.


The sun was starting to go down in a beautiful Mojave twilight, a reminder of the desert Oasis that the people of the Mojave lived for, and maybe even died for. It was a sunset like this that reminded Damien of the beautiful times he had with his wife, all the times they fell asleep with each other underneath the stars before she was murdered by the Legion. All the pain, all the emotions were channelled into something lethal. All of the...no. It was hard enough to think about what had happened almost five years ago, he didn’t want to even describe the massacres he had committed when he was walking across the Legion. Surviving four years as the most wanted man in a military nation the size of France was enough to give him a bounty that soared to ridiculous levels, but assassinating 126 Centurions and killing a couple thousand Legionaries in terrorist attacks in the meantime was enough to cement a legend. He was considered an Archangel to some, but he was to Caesars Legion as a Demon. The Demon of the West.


He was roughly fifty meters when he watched a resident of Freeside tried to outpace the Securitrons, only to watch him get gunned down. It seemed the prospect of a better life was enough to cause people to lose all of their hopes, it was enough to cause people to abandon everything and foolishly kill themselves. A better life, it was sometimes crazy.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards

Rai was incredibly tempted to carry on the 'slave' conversation... But she couldn't. Why? More importantly, how could Doc be so forthcoming with information with that around anybody? To be entirely honest, she hadn't ever told anyone about being a slave herself... But that was almost five years ago, now. How long was too long for something like that to be relevant? To be honest, Rai didn't care, and didn't feel like it was worth bringing up her own problems unnecessarily. "If we run into problems - Problems that get either of us hurt - You have medical experience, and I have some, too, though probably not as much as you, because you've actually worked in a clinic. With that said, if you get hurt, I can try to patch you up," she finished, opening the bottle of water and drinking about half of it. How long has it been since I drank something?




It couldn't have been long, because she hadn't felt sick, or even tired beforehand. Then again, she had been pretty spoiled her whole life when it came to food and water, at least for wasteland standards, so maybe she just hadn't faced serious dehydration yet. She stuffed her pistol back in its holster and, before long, she was thinking about what she planned to do when she got back to New Vegas. "We'll have to pass through Freeside to get to Vegas, unless the NCR likes you - I don't like them, so no luck there. But if you're just looking to get into Freeside... Well, I wouldn't advise staying in Freeside for long." That was for obvious reasons, of course - In the two days Rai had spent in Freeside, she had nearly been mugged three times, but luckily she had hired one of the Kings to watch her back. "Just trust me on that one."

(@DrCompton )

(AT LONG LAST, THE GREAT HARUHI RETURNS!)​

 

[DrCompton]

"Well, lets you and me try not to get hurt, deal?" Doc smiled and walked with her, "Not a fan of the NCR, huh? Im surprised the Brotherhood doesn't have more of a presence here in the Mojave, back east they control the Capitol, I was hoping they'd be out here, Im surprised they're not cause I thought they started out here." He shrugged.


Doc looked over as Raina drank the bottle, "And you said you weren't thirsty, nice." he laughed a little and kept walking as she explained Freeside and out dangerous it was, "Well, as long as they aren't looking for a real fight I can pull my pistol pretty quick." He demonstrates this for her, he pulls it from the side holster quickly, with the hammer back, "Like I said, I can pull it fast, but once the shooting starts I prefer hitting my targets rather than keeping them down, you know?" He watches her for a second, then looks forward again, "Also why dont you like the NCR?" He raises a brow, "I know they ain't the best, but they're better than those Legion slave drivers"

 

[Crimson Lionheart]

Damien decided to wait it out for a while before he decided to enter the Strip, he needed to take some things into consideration first. He knew that his hands haven't been clean for many years, but that didn't mind him. What he was concerned about was that people he was nearby with didn't wish to see the same amount of bloodshed that he once seen. He was given entry into the Strip, but wanted to trust his emotions first. Sure, he was an extremely well-trained killer, and a fantastic one at that. But he wanted to settle down at some point. He wasn't going to do this forever, nor did he want to.


He sighed deeply before looking at the Strip and heading on his way. He took three steps before he was stopped by three thugs, who decided to mug him without saying anything. Out of pure instinct, Damien took his Ranger Sequoia out from it's holster before aiming backwards and shooting the first thug in the head without even looking. He felt the blood from the devastating kill seep into the back of his neck, the sticky red liquid remaining on his skin and causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. One other thug, armed with a pool cue, swung his weapon upwards to come with a downwards attack, which resulted in the drastically more experienced man to sidestep out of the way and plant his elbow into the ribcage of the attacking thug, before kicking his left kneecap and easily breaking it to break the entire leg of the man. The power of the kick was enough to cause bone to appear out of the flesh and the thug screamed in pain, but not before Damien kicked him in the head to instantly KO him. The last Thug just stood still out of pure fear, the man in the black sleeveless duster had dispatched his two other allies in less then three seconds. Damien turned around and looked at him dead in the eyes. The Thug just dropped his weapons and ran directly down the street, screaming for his life.


Damien just looked at the two bodies on the ground before walking to the Securitron gatekeeeper with his ticket, not pleased with what he just had to do.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




Raina didn't really like most of the primary forces of the Mojave. In fact, she hated nearly everyone in positions of power throughout the wastes. While she loved sharing opinions with people and debating the merits of certain things, getting viewpoints she couldn't see herself - That sort of thing, she didn't want to get going on a tangent and never stop. That would inevitably happen here, wouldn't it?

"Well, for starters, there's always an alternative," Rai explained, "And the NCR is a poor one. Not to say the Legion would be better - In fact, if I showed my face too far east nowadays, I would be on a cross before you could say 'Caesar'. The NCR doesn't handle lawbreakers well, for one. Yes, they handle things better than the Legion, like you say, but death and labour aren't good solutions, and the Powder Gangers that basically own the lower half of the Mojave are proof of both points. Additionally, they put people under martial law, which basically means 'Since we're protecting you, you have to pay us a lot of your money', despite the fact that they protect their citizens incredibly poorly. You need to do no less than talk to The King if you need proof of that." Rai sighed and looked down at her boots. "Sorry about that. I'm... Well, I'm really passionate about this sort of stuff."

"Besides, the Mojave needs a leader that can see multiple sides of a situation and tackle the problems that are truly important. The NCR and the Legion can't do either, based on what I've learned from either one. When it comes to the Brotherhood, though..." She looked up at the sky with a bit of a frown, "Just don't get me started. Please." She changed her expression to a calm one, to avoid looking angry. The last thing she wanted to do was intimidate Doc, as he might have something to say, or he might have thought he did something wrong by provoking a debate... Though, to be entirely honest, it was the exact opposite way.

(@DrCompton )

(Incredibly text-heavy post! Sorry. But ye got Rai into a rant. Should we nearly be in Freeside by now, to speed things along? Or no?)​

 

[DrCompton]

Doc smiled as Raina ranted, "So who would you choose? You're right, they're all bad choices, but you gotta pick one? If it were me, I'd vote for the brotherhood if they were out here. They ain't bad people.. Atleast, not all of them are, The Pitt is ran by a former member of the Brotherhood, but the ones in the Capitol Wasteland weren't bad, I mean, they aren't the most sociable group but they're better than the Legion." He frowns a little and looks at her, "And dont be sorry. Humanity needs thinkers like you, we can't just let brute strength be the law of the land, thats how people like the Legion and the NCR get into power. Hell, it'd be nice if the Mojave could just fend for itself you know? Like a small country or somethin', Not one leader, just a bunch of elected leaders? Thats how it use to be, I read it in a book once, it use to be a bunch of small countries all tied up together to be one super power, they elected people to represent them. I bet it was perfect you know? I bet the people they elected really looked out for the people that elected."


(@Haruhi Suzumiya)

 

[Deadkool]

Leo had just finished a particularly large trade with The Crimson Caravan and was headed to drink it away. Though in the distance he saw what looked like a doctor and a scav. Leo approached, hoping to buy some stimpaks or jet. He waved to them got nearer. Leo said to the doctor "I don't supposed you have any stims you'd be willing to part with?" He smiled and jingled a bag of caps. Leo hoped these smoothskins weren't as bigoted as the last group he came across. Leo didn't really need the stims right now, but still, nice to have.


 
@DrCompton @Haruhi Suzumiya

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




Doc had a point, the Brotherhood in the Capital Wasteland seemed nice enough... Though she felt incredibly unsettled by them. Power Armor on its own was intimidating... And being around anyone in it made her feel puny and weak, like she was standing back-to-back with a giant, but worse. Of course, she had other reasons to hate them - They hoarded technology, for one, when they could be sharing it with people to help make the world a better place... But not everyone was as optimistic as Rai, it seemed. Upon the mention of elections, Rai felt her spirits get lifted just a little bit. "Yeah, they actually have those to the West, I think," Rai thought aloud. "They have Presidents, don't they? I think they get 'elected'. Still, the only thing that makes the NCR good is they're not the Legion."

Rai opened her mouth to talk again, but before she could, someone - Based on their appearance, a ghoul - Had approached them. Odd, she thought. What could anyone want with us? Unless this guy's planning to kill us. Or steal from us. There were other possibilities, much less likely, but still considerable. Upon the mention of chems, Rai sighed internally - She knew Doc had some on him from the raiders, but that was about it. "I don't know about you, but I don't think I can spare anything I have," Rai said to Doc. While under normal circumstances she would offer some caps, the ghoul didn't appear to need any, and wasn't afraid of showing off he had plenty. "Sorry. Maybe my friend here can spare some?" She turned her head with a rather warm smile, knowing he had chems to trade off.

(@DrCompton @Deadkool )

(Yay! More people!)​

 

[DrCompton]

"Oh yeah man." Doc smiled and turned his back to his front, and opened it, sticking his hand inside, he grabbed on of the pistols in it first, "60 caps per pak, Ive also got other stuff, Psycho, Jet, Buffout. I dunno if your kind..er, sorry, uh.. What should I call you? I dont want to be rude." Doc looked at the Ghoul and smiled. He had nothing against ghouls, in fact he had spent a week or two in Underworld back in the Capital Wasteland learning from the crazy doctor there. Raina had seemed friendly enough with the ghoul in front of them. He figured she more or less had the same mindset as him when it came to strangers. Treat them nicely until they tried to cross you. "Ive also got 4 juiced up Stimpaks, they work a little better and faster, they're 100 caps." @Haruhi Suzumiya @Deadkool

 

[Deadkool]

Leo hoped he wasn't coming off rude. Though this group seemed mellow enough. On the bright side Leo hadn't been shot at yet, so that was good. It sounded like they were talking about politics. He decided to interject "Personally I'm more into a Jeffersonian government. Power to the people and what not. Someday maybe that'll happens. Wow, I'm rambling. Anyway, I'm Leo, but call me Tesla, you are?" Leo he'd out his hand to shake which was covered in a leather glove. These smooth-skins seemed nice enough. There should really be a better name for that. Leo noticed the doctor's offer and said "Yeah, ghoul is fine. I'll take three stims, drugs don't really work on us. Makes it hella hard to get drunk too. Good to see the Mojave still has a few worthwhile people"


@DrCompton

 

[Crimson Lionheart]

The heavy doors of the Lucky 38 slid open for the first time in over 200 years, and Damien became the first person to step foot into the casino since the end of the Great War. He knew what was at stake in the Mojave, and he was going to make a move of his own and ensure that neither the NCR or the Legion would ever take Vegas. He went inside and was soon escorted by one particular Securitron to the elevator.

 

[DrCompton]

"Leo, Im Doc." He released the pistol in the bag and shook Leo's hand, then he reached back in and grabbed the Stimpaks and held them out for Leo to take, "Jeffersonian? What a strange name." he laughed a little, "That'll be 180 caps Leo." Doc smiled a little and hoped Leo wouldn't try to snatch the Paks and run off, he didn't want to shoot the ghoul. "And Power to the people huh? You think like each township controls its own laws and rules? I feel like if that happened bigger groups like hte Legion or the NCR would just completely roll over the region. The only thing stopping them now is New Vegas right? Since they have all those robots and its own security force?" @Haruhi Suzumiya @Deadkool (Last post for the night, gotta get to bed)

 

[Deadkool]

Leo said "Not quite, basically, one of the guys who started America, Jefferson said maybe not give a few people the powers to become dictators. So, all the government could do is stop people from killing us. It'd be up to Vegas to make up rules for Vegas, and Goodsprings to make up rules for Goodsprings." Leo grabbed the caps and put them into a smaller bag. He handed them to Doc and smiled. Leo figured the doctor meant well, but still had a lot to learn. He could use some protection and considered traveling with them. It'd be a nice change of scenery.

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




It was sad, really, that the only thing that could stop some people was the fear of death under their orders. The NCR wouldn't try to take over New Vegas because the death toll would be too heavy, and the same went for the Legion. But that was all that would stop them, wasn't it? It wasn't that they knew they didn't need everything. It wasn't that they felt New Vegas was under adequate rule as it was. It wasn't because they thought they could improve New Vegas. It was because they wanted power.

She shook the rather aggressive thoughts that just occupied her head away and tried to put herself back in the conversation at hand. It was good to be called 'worthwhile', however meager a compliment it was - It was nice to be getting any compliments at all. In fact, hadn't she gotten two compliments that day alone?... Wait, hadn't she been asked for her name? "Oh, my name's Raina," she said and offered her hand for a handshake. "It's nice to meet you... Tesla, is it?" Rai smiled, and wondered what this ghoul was doing out here all on his own. It seemed strange to be wandering around the outskirts of Vegas without anyone else... Then again, she had been doing the same not long ago, so she shouldn't judge, should she?

Maybe, maybe not. "Say, what's someone like you doing out here all alone?" Her expression changed to appear rather concerned.

(@DrCompton @Deadkool )

(Not much to reply to but actions... Sorry. There's still some quotes, though, so that's good. I'll try harder next time. ;. ​

 

[Deadkool]

(You realize how awkward it is right now both of us offering handshakes to one another)


Leo noticed a look of concern beginning to spread across Rai's face. He quickly responded "I just finished a trade with the Crimson Caravan and didn't think I needed a bodyguard. Not like anybody would want to travel with an encyclopedia like me." Leo laughed a bit and thought more on traveling with this group. They looked like they could handle themselves. Not to mention Leo could use the company, and the protection. It was only a week ago he was almost killed by raiders in an ambush. Leo thought of the name Rai, not very usual, though it did have a ring to it. He thought of a how many puns could be made with the name Rai. That was a definite plus.

 

[GrieveWriter]

"And here I thought the business world was dead round here." A gravelly voice said from behind the group of three.


A ghoul with an insane mass of cream on his rotting skin had wondered up the path behind the Doctor and lady.


He held an expression that featured bored, teetering on agitated, but continued his approach nonetheless.


"It would seem that you're all out in the Mojave, how about a couple of trinkets to send ya on your way." Murdoc said in the most unenthusiastic salesman p

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Raina Edwards




Upon noticing both she and Tesla were offering handshakes, Rai shook Tesla's hand quickly, then looked down with embarrassment practically written all over her face. She was a bit rusty when it came to addressing people formally, and things went worse when her mind was wandering a lot - She wasn't sure why, but she was having trouble focusing. Maybe she needed some sleep? "Oh, I'm sure you're wonderful to travel with," Rai responded. "You shouldn't sell yourself short like that." She wanted to offer for him to travel with her and Doc, but they had nearly reached their destination, and she didn't know whether they would part ways after reaching Vegas or not. In fact, she didn't even know what she would do in Vegas.

Suddenly, Rai heard a voice that felt almost depressing to listen to - Someone, sounding rather melancholy, was speaking of business. A merchant? I can't say I didn't expect any out here, but wouldn't a merchant be safer in Freeside's walls? She looked over her shoulder, then turned to face the man - A ghoul, from the looks of him - And offered a slight smile. "Hello," she chimed. Trinkets? Definitely a merchant - He's probably just not confident in what he's offering. Trinkets tended to mean 'good things no one else wants', from Rai's experience. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to look at what you have to offer," she answered. It was, admittedly, strange to see someone out in the wasteland selling things on their own. Usually people like this ghoul worked in caravans, not all on their own... Then again, that was most people, wasn't it?

(@DrCompton @Deadkool @GrieveWriter )

(SO MANY PEOPLE. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)​

 

[GrieveWriter]

Murdoc rolled his eyes a bit at the unnecessary excess in enthusiasm.


"Better have the caps, Smoothskin," Murdoc said as he dropped one of the twin duffel bags on the ground and kneeled to unzip it.


Reaching in he quickly yanked some sinew out of a power fist and rubbed it down with his sleeve as quickly as possible before laying it on the ground.


Waving off a couple encroaching flies, Murdoc continued to pull out a seemingly random assortment of weapons from the duffel bag. Several Machetes, the chain from a chainsaw, 10mm pistol and even a couple packs of bb's. Each of these he had to quickly clean off before setting them to the side.


"Get to looking Smoothskin, gotta dig the smaller things out of here." Murdoc said as he waved off some more flies "This stuff is Mint condition."

 

[Crimson Lionheart]

Whatever he was summoned for, Damien found himself on the penthouse floor of the Lucky 38 with the mysterious Mr. House, who was now more machine than man . He introduced himself and spoke about his dream of New Vegas and a Platinum Chip. However, while Damien shared a similar dream, peace talks soon broke down.


Approximately an hour later, Mr. House was killed and removed from power. Damien Winters, now the newest leader of the Strip, was going to dedicate himself to his newest objective. Finding the Platinum Chip


(Sorry for short post. Didn't have much time)

 

[zach10arrow]

"Ah whatever i nevered liked this stupid game anyways so rigged anyways" Hellsing protested to the dealers. Hellsing lost all of his chips to the Tops and decided to hit the next casino "Well one down time to hit the other ones. Hmm i wonder if the gomorrah is willing to take me in this time" Hellsing said with a slight laugh. Hellsing at this point had walked out of the casino and was on his way to the other casinos. "Did you hear for the first time in over 200 years the lucky 38 doors open and someone finally went inside" Said someone in a large crowd of people. Hellsing though to himself for a second "Oh my god no way" Hellsing though to himself "This means only one thing ... Time to cause some mayhem" Hellsing though to himself before reaching into his backpack to pull out the last EMP grenade he had left "What no way i though i had more of them its impossible ... oh well more fun on my part" Hellsing said to himself walking up to the lucky 38 "STOP No one is allowed to en-" The securiton was stopped by the quick shot of a .308 Armor piercing round blowing his monitor wide open "Woops my bad my finger slipped better luck next time" Hellsing said laughing as he walked into the lucky 38. When he entered the lucky 38 all he saw was the 2 securitrons "Well this should be easy" Hellsing though to himself" Hello my friends but im sorry to say this to you but time to be deactivated" Hellsing said pulling out his submachine gun and sending a huge volley of rounds into both the machines. The machines reacted with quick grunts but the volley of rounds wernt enough to but them down and at this point they had switch to grenade launchers "Oh well then this is not-" Hellsing was interrupted by the quick fire of grenades shooting at him. Being as quick as he can he ran and jumped over the counter of the bar to survive the barrage of grenades. When the volley ended he had switched to his sniper rifle "EAT ARMOR PIERCING ROUND RUST BUCKETS" Hellsing quickly fired 2 rounds piercing straight throu all there armor "HAHA" Hellsing laugh at his success and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the shelf and started to drink the bottle down while approching the elevator

 

[Crimson Lionheart]

Damien appeared from the elevator as the door soon opened, twirling his Sequoia between his fingers effortlessly. He just seen some kid to him, acting like a knucklehead and destroying some of his newest Securitron army. He just sighed in response as he aimed the large revolver at Hellsing. Whatever the result, the ginger haired warrior wasn't exactly happy that any of this had just happened.


"God dam-" Damien stopped midway. "This is why we can't have nice things in life! Somebody decides to destroy these Securitrons and wanders about acting like he owns the damn place. How the hell can I prevent the Legion and the NCR from taking the Mojave and building a better future when he have a wildcard?"


Damien just shook his head. "Nevermind. I need something, but it's kinda pointless when my future investments and bargaining chips are on the ground destroyed in a bunch of wires and metal. You're lucky that I haven't killed you on the spot as it is, and that this conversation is merely me trying to smack some sense into you."


(@zach10arrow)

 

[king5ter]

As he left the casino Cain was approached by a Securitron. He frowned. Mr House usually had more... conventional methods of contacting him.


"We request your presence in the Lucky 38. Please would you visit the casino immediately." The robot said to him in it's emotionless voice.


"Tell Mr House that if he wants to contact me, make it a bit more subtle."


The Securitron went to speak but Cain was already moving towards the huge metal gates between here and the Lucky 38. He didn't visit that place often, and when he did, he always got a good job offer. He had to be careful though. Nobody was to know of his presence inside that casino. It was supposed to be empty except for Mr House himself. As he walked, Cain couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was wrong. The Secuirtron hadn't actually mentioned Mr House. He had said 'we'. What was that supposed to mean? Who was 'we'?


He shook his head and made his way through the gate and up the steps of the casino. Making sure nobody was watching, he opened the large door and slipped through, quickly shutting it behind him.


Inside were two men, one angrily shooting at the Securitrons, the other sighing at him. Cain didn't recognize them. This could end badly. He pulled out his shotgun and crept up behind them. As he got to the one that wasn't going completely insane, he cleared his throat.


"I don't mean to bother you...but who the fuck are you two?"


(@Crimson Lionheart @zach10arrow )

 

[Crimson Lionheart]

"Safety's on" Damien responded before turning around and looking at him. This was turning into quite the gathering, three was a crowd after all. The two Securitrons on the ground dead was replaced by the Securitron that shown Cain inside the building. The highly perceptive man just looked at the man behind him and spoke.


"I'm Damien Winters. 20 year Ranger veteran from the former MOCKINGBIRD squadron. If you are trying to intimidate me, it's not working. The safety is on, your stance is completely wrong and your left shoe is also untied." Damien noticed. "If you are a professional, I could have dropped you in a heartbeat while humiliating yourself to your employers."


"And as of now, House is dead. I'm now calling the shots to decide the future of this city, how to improve her and ensure she prospers for future generations. If you want to kill me out of anger, don't. There is no point. If we happened to work together, you can live like a king with every luxury at Vegas's disposal at your fingertips."


(@king5ter)

 

[king5ter]

Cain had suddenly forgotten all about Mortimer and the Brotherhood and the creepy old woman. This man, he spoke good words. Exciting words. Words that Cain liked. He was confident in his manner, and he radiated control and power. This was the sort of man Cain wanted to work for. Someone with an idea as to what power actually was. He lowered his gun.


"House is dead? How did you kill him?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead walking over to the dead Securitrons and examining what was left of them. He'd always wanted to see how they worked. There wasn't much of them left, but there was enough. Cain pocketed the scraps of metal and turned back to the man.


"You looking for employees?"


(@Crimson Lionheart)