Fandom Road to Arizona( FNV RP -ACCEPTING-)

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

The year is 2286, 5 years after the second battle of the Dam, the road to arizona is in sight and boy oh boy is the NCR ready for war. But first, they are sending an expeditionary force. Inspired by history books on the old worlds MEU, marine expeditionary units. Though the NCR has no ships, and very little air vehicles, they plan to make a temporary unit, NCR Forward Reconnaissance Unit. NCRFRU, will be a detachment of 1st recon, field preparations division (FPD), mechanized, and Heavy infantry. Along with basic Army soldiers. This unit will be sized up to survive the trip there, though specified as a unit, the max amount of troopers within this unit will be set at a section, or a platoon. Briefing comes as follows:

Veteran Ranger Alysa walks into the briefing room with a high ranking officer of the listed divisions above, "Alright, so.. You've all been summoned here to give me names of those you want to send on this more than likely suicide mission... I'm gonna need..", she begins to list off the amount of people needed from each division
1st Recon: 2
FPD: 3
Mechanized (Vehicle commanders): Full
Heavy infantry: 2
Standard Army: 6

"..I'll need one supply carrying truck, and two jeeps with heavy machine guns and one thousand rounds of fifty BMG rounds for each jeep. Each vehicle preferably extra armored... Did i mention i have Olivers permission to GET WHAT I WANT for this mission?" she asks with a grin..​

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

Alysa​

Alysa stood by the supply truck making sure the soldiers were packing the proper items, food, water, medical supplies. She also watched as the engineers replaced the canvas tarp with steel sheets, and lead plates. Each vehicle if at all able to be enclosed will have lead sheets to avoid radiation spots, anything above (insert equivalent of 5 rads/sec) would require such protection, there will be rad suits but everyone will need to be quick to put them on when the word is called. She made her way to the tank that would be with them, quite impressed they were getting a tank. They weren't an attacking force, but the maps that they have found are all out dated, who knows what routes they need to take to get to flagstaff and how many raiders they'll encounter.. The tank would take lead the convoy through all routes if at all possible.. She goes to see her troops, the ones she'll be working with..

4th squad​

4th squad spent their team getting in and out of combat radiation suits. They were getting better as they went on, they were never expecting to use such suits in their lives..sorta. After that, they were free to work on their desired professions.. Though given their pasts, they were already good at their jobs.. So they just worked on breaching buildings, they were trained in defense, not offense..

Erica​

Given Erica's expertise, she didn't need to learn how to wear a radiation suit, she was learning to use a new set of power armor from their brotherhood allies. Yes the alliance remained and has been strengthened.. Erica, given her experience at the latest battle of hoover dam, the BoS saw her fit to wear the armor.. Well the T45 version.. And with the new found armor, came a new weapon, an M2 machine gun, usually fit to static posts, or on vehicles. This will ensure the people of the convoy will be well protected. She stood in the firing range, she looked like she could take on the world.. She readied the M2 and took a deep breath.. then fired at the targets, the shots booming loudly and visibly shaking her arms, each round kicked up loose dust within a 3 foot radius of her. Once she stopped, she grins under her helmet and laughs a little.

(Sorry that took so long guys, been busy as hell today and yesterday)
Kenshin772 IDKnuggets ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Gardner didn't really have a lot to do at the moment, in truth. Alysa was calling the shots, so it wasn't his place to do the same anyways, and as he'd yet to be yelled at personally, he took that as a sign to do as he saw fit. He could pass the time at the firing range, but he didn't feel like wasting ammo on either of his weapons, seeing as how expensive those were and how scavenging ammunition for either was a major pain in his ass. He rolled his options around in his head...what to do, what to do. Eventually he came to the conclusion of 'fuck it' and decided to go see if Alysa needed anything from him before he lost his damn mind. Usually he'd pass the time telling a story from his life and the madness that'd happened in it, but...everyone was busy, and no one had time for that.

Making his way towards Alysa he stopped short of her, giving her a brief nod of acknowledgement. A salute would just be a formality at this point, neither of them had a higher rank on the other after all. He wasn't particularly sure if she'd fully read his case file, or rather skimmed it...he had wound up more or less volunteering rather than outright being told to join the expedition after all. "Alysa, correct?". He extended a hand to her in greeting, the red eyes of his helmet staring dead at her. "Ranger Gardner, nice to meet you in person. Anything I can help out with?"

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[IDKnuggets]

Arthur​

The sounds of tools and machinery surrounded Arthur as vehicles were prepared for the journey ahead. He himself was running a quick final inspection of his truck and cruiser, making sure everything was in tip-top shape. At the very least, in the best shape one could expect in a post-nuclear wasteland such as the Mojave. Everything had to be in the best condition possible for the trip. An eastward expedition could end up going wrong in all sorts of ways.

Dhalia​

“Don’t worry young man,” the soldier in question opened his mouth to argue that he was only one year younger than the woman, but was cut off as she stuck a tongue depressor in his mouth. The woman cleared her throat before finishing her sentence, “this won’t hurt too badly" she allowed a small, almost sadistic looking smile to cross her face as she pushed him down onto the mattress of the medical tent. Truthfully, it wasn’t a very painful process. A few shots and he was ready for the dangerous journey to the east. But, the so-called “Black Dhalia" relished the brief fear in his eyes. Those soldiers more familiar with Dhalia Hanover wouldn’t have worried, as her odd ways were well known to her common patients. Those unfamiliar with the woman, however, were often frightened by the woman’s many eccentricities.

Lucas​

A young infantryman named Lucas Garahm had made his way to the firing range with plans to practice his marksmanship. However, he stopped short and watched in awe as he saw someone in a suit of power armor firing an M2 machine gun at the range. As the dust rose around them, he felt he was seeing the true spirit of a soldier. The stunning sight left him staring in awe, even after they stopped firing.

 

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Alysa

Alysa looked at the ranger who was decked out in veteran armor, she listened to his words and analysed them in her head, 'Ghoul..', she thought to herself. She looks at his hand ans shakes it. She wanted to ask some important questions regarding his illness but, knew it'd be quite rude.. "For the moment.. Just make sure the tank jockey's are all set. We leave in an hour.." she said blankly, making her way to the back truck..

4th squad

"3...2...1.. Go!" shouted an instructor as 4th squad kicks in a door and throws in a frag grenade, after the explosion they quickly moved in and took down any practice dummies that were too far away from the blast to take shrapnel, then went to clear other rooms, they would repeat this process until the instructor found them fit to stop

Erica

Erica took her helmet off and set it on a table beside her gear, then caught the staring soldiers Gaze, "See something ya like?" she asks jokingly as she picks up a service rifle, examining it, and checking the ammo type within it, 'Oh forget it, not gonna risk it' she thought to herself, setting the rifle back down, she was gonna ask someone to shoot her chest with their weapon but knew it'd probably ruin the integrity of the armor... She grabs her heavy weapon and lets it hang on a small but strong L hook that was protruding from the rear of her armor. Then begins her jog.

(I'm going to be moving us on tomorrow, get your posts in! : D )
IDKnuggets Kenshin772 ManofManyRoles

 

[Kenshin772]

The sound of welding torches and torque wrenches can be heard all over the small NCR base the expeditionary forces were occupying. Engineers ran from place to place hauling tools, supplies, Lead plates and other armored pieces; frantically trying to piece together the makeshift outfit's vehicles to prepare them for the journey ahead. In the middle of all the hustle a single Engineer stood giving orders from inside an old hanger bay next to his and the division's beloved project "The Minerva," an old world tank from the Second World War nearly four hundred years ago, the M4A1 Sherman found and brought to the NCR's R&D unit from some forgotten museum. Reese had spent the last 10 years of his life trying to bring the Minerva to life he succeed not even a month ago with the help of an engineer from the Eighties and now he found himself commanding his lives work in battle and his unit of inexperienced engineers serving as a new Armored Division to serve as High Command's "Trail by Fire"

Reese watched in as his engineers preformed various checks on the Minerva's engine a faint sense of pride washing over him as his only NCO barked orders from the top of the Tank's chassis. "Wicker! come down from there for a second I need you for something" The old Engineer called out as he pulled a clipboard out from under a set of tools on one of many carts in the hanger and clipped a set of documents to it.

Wicker looked up hearing his name being called out hesitating for a minute before standing up and turning to a PFC tending to the Minerva's back-up tracks "Whitly get up here and finish checking these oil filters while I see what the chief needs" he called out over the sound of the Weasel's engine check as he stepped down of the Minerva's engine deck. In a hurried fashion Wicker made his way to Captain Reese wiping oil off his face with a checkered handkerchief , "Yes Chief what did you need sir?"

Without missing a beat Reese clapped the clipboard against Corporal Wicker's chest "I need you and your working legs to run this requisition for to Ranger Alysa to boys seem to be about down with the Minerva and the Weasel. just need the Ranger's signature to get what on that form and the Armored unit is ready to roll out, make sure you tell her that when you hand that to her" Reese turned away from the young engineer and hobbled himself over to the Minerva where a PFC was struggling with a bad oil filter that needed changed.

Wicker turned the clipboard around and read what the Captain needed "An extra supply truck to haul the trailer, I thought that was the Weasel's job" he thought as he skimmed through the document. After a second or so Corporal Wicker let the clipboard fall to his side and he marched himself out of the hanger making his way down the line of completed convoy vehicles catching a glimpse of his quarry as she finished a conversation with another First Recon Ranger in full kit before turning and heading toward the rear most truck.

Picking up the pace Wicker jogged past the Ranger giving him a respectful salute as he did before catching up to the White Haired Ranger and calling out "Excuse me mam," as he produced the clipboard Captain Reese had given him "Captain Reese gave me this requisition form, he says this is the last thing we need to be ready to roll out, just needs your signature"

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(OOC apologies for not posting the lads dragged me back to Ark for the new map and I'm the only person who can competently care for tames and meatrun so it's been taking all my time outside of work.)

 

[ManofManyRoles]

She wasn't much for conversation it seemed, but not everyone was at the end of the day. Not everyone had the personality to talk, he was just one of the ones who did. Withdrawing his hand, he gave a simple nod to her in understanding. "Not a problem, I'll see that done. Holler if you need anything from me or need to shoot me any questions.". Watching her walk off he turned on his heel, starting towards the tank. As he approached he waved his arm a bit to signal his approach, giving a nod in return to the much younger man who jogged past. Once he made his arrival, he spoke up. "Captain reese, isn't it? We all good here? Alysa sent me to to check on the situation, we'll be rolling out in an hour.". The old vet rested his hand in one of the dusters pockets, the eyes of the helmet staring at his target audience. Kenshin772 H3LLJUMPER_177

 

[IDKnuggets]

Arthur​

Finishing his final inspection of the vehicles, Arthur stepped outside to smoke a cigarette. He pulled a pack out, sticking the end of a cigarette in his mouth as he leaned against the wall beside the door. He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, the upcoming journey on his mind.

Dhalia​

Dhalia stepped outside her tent, deciding to go for a quick walk while no-one was looking for her. She walked by the shooting range, seeing a young soldier firing a marksman carbine. Walking past the garage, she found Arthur smoking a cigarette. The two acknowledged each other with a nod, and Dhalia walked on.

Lucas​

Lucas looked down in embarrassment when she caught him staring, apologizing. “Sorry, you just looked… really cool” he admitted, looking up to find the soldier had already begun jogging away. He moved to her position at the firing range, drawing his father’s old ranger Sequoia and taking aim. He fired off a few shots, hitting the dummy in the shoulder, the chest, and the cheek. He holstered the Sequoia and quickly drew his marksman carbine, once again taking aim to fire off a barrage of shots.

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

(Yesterday was busy sorry guys!)

Alysa​

Alysa was making sure her vehicle was ready to go, the lead plating resting perfectly with some parts, but areas that couldn't be fully covered had to end up being ignored, in turn, an increase in Rad-x and radaway was required. While some troopers ran off to get the supplies. She heard someone call ma'am and looked behind her, there stood someone with a clipboard going on about needs yada yada, she signed it before he could finish his sentence though, "Hold on a sec." she said as she climbed the truck and stood on the roof, "ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!" she shouted loudly, not many people heard and she sighed, she took out her raging bull and fired three shots in the air. Quick succession, the revolver's boom was on par with a sequoia.. "Now that i have your damn attention, you got about... an hour before i start screaming at fuckers who waste my time!" she shouted. She climbs down and clears her throat, "Anything else needed?" she asks. Her shouting voice and talking voice are totally different.

4th squad

4th squad Were ready to go before anyone else, they're the convoys star team, the best of the infantry.. the soldiers that turned rangers down. 4th squad was found in the dam with enough Legion bodies to be considered a platoon at it's capacity. Samantha was treating the wounded and Cody was looting bodies, while Michael was an MP on the strip when it was attacked with chemicals, he ran through the deadly gas to save civilians and kill the casino thugs who decided to try and make a move. The gas messed up his throat, lungs and almost left him blind. He sees perfectly fine, he just can't eat hot food or run too much. There are a few other soldiers in the squad but they're coming from the dam, waiting there for pickup.(my excuse to make a few more without mentioning their names).

(Please have next posts with your characters loading up, if at all possible, it's 12am for me and i need sleep, there be areason Erica is skipped this post...im tired XD)
Kenshin772 IDKnuggets ManofManyRoles

 

[Black Iron]

Leonhard

Specialist Marks cursed as he was dropped off at the staging area. All his equipment stored In an old world duffle bag with a caravan shotgun strapped to it. This was slung on his back along with his trusty service rifle. He had been voluntold to take part in this operation. You steal just a few crummy extra rations and some mini nukes and everyone gets all pissy and sends you to some suicidal mission into the wastes. Where’s the justice in that?

He could hear some officer type yelling about being ready within the hour which was fine by him. The quicker this got started the faster he could go back to his old easy post. There were various individuals who seemed to exhibit enthusiasm with the officers words as the scurried to get in last minute checks and other basic routines before the missions start.

Marks couldn’t quite remember who he was supposed to report to or even if command had even given him that much information to begin with. All that really mattered was that he was here and they would more than likely tell him where he needed to go when they needed him to move. Setting his gear down near one of the jeeps and began doing some basic maintenance on his weapon, waiting for the mission to begin.

 

[Achilles676]

Dakota "Kodiak" Sweet
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The whistled tune of Marty Robins' 'El Paso City' could be heard around the ammunition shed as Dakota crimped the last of his .50 Beowulf bullets and loaded them into magazines, then whatever was left over into boxes. The Ranger gave his gear a once-over, inspecting his bandoliers and pack, mostly consisting of purified water and explosives. Once satisfied the pack was loaded onto his back and secured with a buckle across his chest, years of countering the hindrance of his slighty bulky armor allowing his motions to be smooth. The Checkpoint Carbine hung in front of Dakota on a cross-chest sling and the 40MM grenade launcher was secured to the side of the pack behind his shoulder.

With everything secure in it's proper positions, Dakota carried his helmet outside and observed the area. People were everywhere preparing every sort of gear the newly formed group would require but what caught his eye was the Sherman. The call went out of one hour a while ago so he figured he would have time to ogle the ordnance later. He jogged across the yard to the jeep further forward in the convoy and stuffed his pack down in a corner near the rear turret.

"Unless I'm told otherwise, I think I'll man this gun for a while," he said to himself as he climbed up into the back section to mount the old Ma Deuce. He opened the cover and racked the charging handle a couple times to observe the action and check for faults. Everything seemed in order so the gun was resecured and he jumped down to help load supplies into the vehicles.

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

Alysa
Some travel music
Alysa soon gave the order to mobilize. Everyone got into their respected vehicles and set out, the vehicles waking up the mojave. The trip to the dam was quick, but the trip has just begun.. They passed by the battle scarred dam, passing the checkpoint and soon the old camp that housed the legate.. Now rampant with Legion bodies being burned in mass graves, and chain gangs of legion soldiers being led towards Vegas.

"Otta shoot them while they walk.", "Just execute them!", shouted the troopers in the trucks as they passed. Samantha aimed her rifle at the soldier in the back and smiled, she knows how much they hate troopetes, female troopers. The chain of lower beings were being escorted by Rangers and Heavy troopers, who would at times shove the slow walking slavers onward. Rumor has it they're gonna be dragged to California to stand trial.. They won't last the walk. Those that do are certain to face a death penalty anyways..

The convoy soon stopped at a checkpoint, heavily guarded. This divides Nevada and Arizona, the large gate opens and they could set out again.. They'd travel for a few before stopping at a junction near Dolan Springs.. There's what looked like a green haze near Grasshopper junction. "Alright! We're stopping here for a bit, something isn't right about that green haze.. Where are my scouts!?" Alysa shouts as people dismount.
Black Iron Achilles676 IDKnuggets ManofManyRoles Kenshin772
(Wasn't going to wait any longer, sorry, but here we go, first mission!)

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Gardner really didn't have much to do during the ride, besides just watch and listen. He didn't like the idea of legionarries as much as any NCR member, but the shouts to shoot them while they walked was uncalled for. Prisoner of wars were prisoner of wars, making shouts like that weren't called for...wouldn't get anything done in the long run anyways. They'd have their fair trial, and they'd either get a life time of prison, or outright execution. At the end of the day, they were just delusional kids following a delusional leader, well..a dead delusional leader. Hearing the call for scouts, gardner stretched before dismounting from his ride, making his way towards Alysa.

He didn't exactly take his time, but he didn't outright run either. It was a sort of cool and measured walk he had, like he knew he'd get there when he was meant too, and rushing it wouldn't do any good. Resting his hand in one of the dusters pockets, he gave a nod to the fellow ranger. "Heard you call for scouts, how can I give you a hand?". So far no one seemed to have caught onto his voice and who he really was, at least as far as he could tell. Which was fine for him, meant no one gave him stares and distracted themselves. Maybe alysa knew, but even if she did, she hadn't made a comment on it...and if she did know, hopefully she knew that also meant he knew what the hell he'd be doing.

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[Achilles676]

Dakota "Kodiak" Sweet​

Dammit, now I've got that song stuck in my head. A pre-war holotape had been playing the same ten songs from the dashboard of Dakota's jeep for the entirety of the ride. There hadn't been much to look at that you couldn't see from the west side of the Colorado but the ranger took in as much detail as possible and tried to memorize it all for the return trip and future missions. The Legionary chain gangs were of little entertainment, but a pair of Rangers caught Dakota's eye.

He called out to them and waved. "They got Loser and Spartan on guard duty? Hope you boys have fun!". The one called Loser flipped him off and the line kept moving. Kodiak couldn't help but grin at his buddies' unfortunate assignmant, walking through the desert with the enemy in tow. Slowly. He wouldn't be surprised if half of the bastards 'disappeared' before they reached 188.

When the convoy stopped and scouts were requested to the front of the convoy, Dakota vaulted the side of his vehicle. He readorned his gear and nodded to the two First Recon troops dismounting from the jeep before jogging to the lead vehicle to observe the path ahead.

"I'd say that's a radiation cloud. Too localized to be a dust storm, too close to the ground be an actual storm like the ones up in northern Cali. Kinda looks like Searchlight." He shuffled around a bit, peering through his visor at the other Rangers. "We going straight at it or lookin' for a different route? Probably not the best idea to take the whole unit into it."

The relative silence of the surrounding area kept Dakota alert and ready to raise his rifle at the slightest hint of danger. The Legion at the dam may have fallen apart but this was still their territory. Bandits probably wouldn't have moved in yet but deserters and retribution seekers could still be lurking. Along with whatever dangerous desert wildlife had mutated to forty times it's regular size. I saw th- no! Stop it. Damn song.

 

[Black Iron]

Leonhard

Marks loaded up in the vehicle with his gear, quite pleased with himself that he didn’t get yelled at for being late or in the wrong place. The ride was rather uneventful for Marks because the only thing he could see for the entirety of the trip was the back of his eye lids. A little travel noise and music wasn’t going to Stop a trooper who prided himself on his ability to sleep though explosions.

When the vehicle stopped Leonhard opened one eye lazily, taking in his surroundings. It appeared that they had stopped to investigate some ominous green clouds ahead. The officer called out for scouts and Marks couldn’t help but let out a inaudible chuckle. Scouts always prided themselves on being stealthy badasses and ate missions like that up. Marks’s infantry instincts were screaming the green shit was bad news and there was no well in hell he would volunteer to walk face first into what was most liking some flesh dissolving green mist. Someone else can have that honor.

In the meantime however he could innocently inventory gear in the supply truck and see if there were any extra explosives that could go missing and not be missed. With that thought in mind he began heading that direction leaving his gear with his vehicle. His service rifle slung on his shoulder and a grin on his face as he accepted his “own” mission.

 

[IDKnuggets]

Arthur & Dhalia​

It was a quiet ride as the caravan rolled along. Arthur sat behind the wheel of his truck, choosing to leave his cruiser in the back for the time being. Dhalia sat beside him ready to take the wheel if Arthur decided to move to the cruiser at some point. The two got along well enough, when things were slow around the base they often ended up in the same place. They never really spoke much, just respected the others peace. From time to time they had chatted a bit, and this quiet comradery was exactly why the two had ended up in the same truck.

The convoy came to a stop bit of a ways out from Dolan Springs, and Alysa began shouting for scouts. Sharing a nod, Arthur slid out of thee truck and Dhalia took his place. Kane grabbed his gear from the bed and made his way to Alysa. He reached her just after a Ranger did, and he wondered just how long this Ranger had been serving. He had the energy of a veteran, and the armor to match. That doesn’t look great" he muttered, eyeing the green haze in the distance. “You want us to check that out, ma'am?” it was a bit strange addressing the young woman as such, given she must be almost two decades his junior.

 

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4th Squad

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4th squad stood at the back with the ordnance truck, pulling security, Cody sat in the back checking over everything, they hit a bump and was making sure everything was still in place. Samantha leaned on the truck, medical pack at her side. "Michael you should let me take a look at the inside of your throat when we set up camp, chemical wounds from the inside don't usually heal, even after a few years.." she told him, he signs to her, 'I'll be fine, it only hurts when i speak and breath in too much dust.'.. She smiled and nods, "Alright, be that way. Just.. Don't miss the check ups." she added. Before noticing someone walking towards them, "...Can we help you trooper?" she asks him.
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Erica

Erica took two of her heavy trooper squadmates to the front to see what was up, they made their way to the front and stood by, "Ah good, was gonna get you three next.." Alysa stated, "Alright, scouts, you'll be taking the path through Dolan Springs, seems the place was a town before the war, check the state of the road, mark areas that can be removed via explosives with green paint.. I doubt there will be anyone living there, but be careful regardless... Grass hopper junction seems to be the place where that green haze is.. Could be a bomb that missed its mark, or.. There could have been a settlement there a long time ago that the Legion dirty bombed.. Heavy troopers, you'll be going into that. Your suits can take it, but only for a little bit, if you think it's getting too hot, you can come back, this is an optional scouting mission for you three." Erica smiled and nods, "We'll take it. Maybe find some backsotry to the place." she stated, her team jogged to their truck and grabbed proper equipment. Then to the medical truck for some extra rad x and radaway. Erica stood at the front of the convoy soon after and held her heavy weapon with pride as the soldiers moved towards the green haze...
IDKnuggets ManofManyRoles (Same for below, but to clarify, you're sticking with Alysa)

Alysa

"... Now don't think I'm letting you all have the fun of scouting it out. I'll be coming with." she said, checking the chamber in her Anti material rifle, slinging it behind her and holding her revolver. "Lets go people" she said, walking towards the road that would lead to Dolan springs.. The town, from the map that dated back to 2013, was growing at a slow pace but was still quite the sizeable town, they might need to set up camp there for the night as well, been a few hours on the road. It was quite the ride, since they could only go 20 miles an hour, tank was slowish and had to clear some paths every now and then.​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The old vet gave a nod towards the younger pair who joined up with him, going so far as to pat Kodiak on the shoulder. "Relax, routine scouting. If the idea of rads put you off, pop some rad-x. We're rangers, we've seen scarier things than a green cloud. Think of it as just a simple jog in the mist. Different route would take too long to maneuver at any rate for the entire convoy, that's why we're heading in." The old vets voice came out adjusted ever so slightly by his helmet and the mask attached to it, but it was somewhere between 'older gentleman' and 'chewing on gravel' at the moment.

He didn't bother to sling the rifle off his back and check the chamber, nor did he bother to even unholster his sequoia, instead he simply started after Alysa, holding himself with the manner of someone who knew too well what he was doing, and that he'd fire off the last round if someone fired the first. Taking up point with Alysa he tapped the side of his helmet, the signature red glow emitting from the eyes of the armor piece. "Keep an eye on your Geiger...if this is like searchlight, no one needs to lose hair, including you ma'am.". His tone wasn't necassarily disrespectful, but it did hold a certain nonchalant air to it, which made sense in a way. After all, he was technically the same rank as her, and despite his years of experience, rank is all that seemed to matter to some.

Trying to keep the situation as light hearted as he could, he piped up again, his voice softer as they headed onwards. "Ten dollars it's a freak incident. Twenty dollars it's a radiation leak. Thirty dollars if we're all mad from heat stroke and this isn't happening.". As...strange as it may sound to some, he understood the concept of keeping morale high when things were uncertain. A high morale meant a group was less likely to break at the first sign of a radroach in the fog casting a 'spooky' shadow. It's exactly why he made his comment for betting, not because he needed the money, but he understood by making a joke, it meant the others may not be so jumpy. Last thing they needed was someone flipping and firing off at shadows.

He silently considered the idea that this could actually be a radiation leak all the same...would there be ghouls here in that case? Naturally they wouldn't target him, not unless he fired off a shot...but if there were, he might be able to handle it in a more 'diplomatic' function, have the group save ammo in the long run. Sure there'd be questions, but it wasn't anything he hadn't bullshit his way out of before.

H3LLJUMPER_177 IDKnuggets Achilles676

 

[Achilles676]

Dakota "Kodiak" Sweet
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Dakota took a deep, calming breath before looking and nodding to the Vet reassuring him. "You ain't gotta worry about me old man, I'm just a bit jumpy. This is a new area and ambushes are a specialty of mine. I'm trained to be suspicious." The assassin, though that's not the 'public image' the NCR preferred for their hit squads, took a moment to observe the weaponry of the group he'd be performing reconnaissance with. Three Veteran Rangers, two with AM rifles, and three heavy troopers in full armor and bauling heavy weapons. Three snipers and three walking tanks.

...

Not the greatest variety of warriors for recon but all warriors nonetheless. Technically Dakota was the least well-suited for the task given that he would be the only one without a full-face mask. However, his armament would likely be of great value in an engagement. Not to say he was discounting the Veteran's abilities. They had their titles for a reason.

Dakota placed his hand under his jaw and twisted his head around until the vertebrae in his neck popped audibly. "Let's get a move on then. Dibs on any strange explosives!" The Ranger moved into line behind Alysa and began quietly singing Frankie Laine's Rawhide. His head remained on a swivel and his hands loosely gripping his rifle hanging on his chest, ready to be drawn to eye-level at a moment's notice.

 

[IDKnuggets]

Arthur​

Arthur trailed back at the rear of the scouting unit, humming along quietly to the singing of a Ranger in their group. He was a bit surprised to find Alysa was going with them, he had expected her to stay behind with the convoy. Besides Alysa, there was the Ranger in the veteran armor leading the way with her and the singing Ranger. A team of Heavy Troopers were going to investigate the green haze, while he and the Rangers checked out the road through town.

The going had been slow, and it was getting late. Hopefully they would be able to fully scout the place before it got too dark, maybe find a secure place to call it a night and head out early tomorrow. Trying to make sure the place was clear in the dark would be a pain, things might be missed. He would hate to wake up caught in the middle of a firefight, or because someone stumbled across a landmine on their way to take a leak.

Deciding some conversation might help, and figuring they could all stand to get to know those they were supposed to be trusting with their lives, Arthur spoke up. “So,” he took a moment to look at each of the others before continuing, “how long have y'all been with the NCR?"

 

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Alysa

Alysa listened to them all speak and she nodded at the vet, "I know. The town is far from the haze.. But they could have been nerve gas bombs or worse.." she stated. ".. Hope you all have a gas mask." she said and dug into her pack and equipped a gas mask from her pack, which was just a nose and mouth cover. She then began walking with her scouts.. The area was dark and looked like it hasn't seen movement by humans in a millennia.. They would move quietly into the town, arriving where the general buildings begin.. The sun was starting to set, the buildings were old and run down, they looked looted and long abandoned. When Arthur spoke, she looked back at him for a sec, "4 years." she said blankly

"..Imagine what was running through their heads when the first bomb fell.. Do you think the bombs were dropped minutes apart? Hours maybe?" she asks, trying to make some conversation as they walked, there were a few skeletons here and there as they walked, the road was good enough given its age... As they walked, there was an odd feeling of being watched, then there was the sound of movement at the market to their east. Making Alysa jump to cover and aim her rifle at the building, scoping in and looking at the door as it slowly closes. "That's a heavy door with pressure push, no wind can open that.." she said quietly, but audible for her soldiers to hear. "Lets move to it." she said quietly, slowly standing, remaining in an aiming/ready stance as she used old cars as cover to move to it.
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(sorry that took almost 2 weeks. I'm also working on the heavy troopers post, which is gonna be sort of a short story)

 

[ManofManyRoles]

At the prospect of nerve gas he gave an unceremonious 'fun', looking over the group to make sure they were taking precautions. He'd requisitioned a set of filters into the 'mask' section of his suit, so he was fine on that front...a lot of dollars and req, but it was worth it he figured. Hearing arthur speak up, the red eyes of the Vet ranger helmet stared at him blankly before he shook his head. "Time's just an illusion, but it's been a very long illusion. Don't worry, we've got your back kid.". Looking back to alyssa he was silent for a moment, having to consider the question...he was old, but he wasn't that old yet. "...Minutes. Absolute warfare requires you to strike quick and efficiently. Hours apart, your risking survivors...minutes apart, less chance for that. As for what was going through their heads...terror, obviously. But maybe acceptance, for some of them? You can't out run that....you just have to make peace with whatever, and face it."

At the sound of movement his instinct kicked in, causing the old vet to vault into cover and unholster his revolver in a smooth motion, listening to the woman's voice. "Right, I'll take point. You, on me.". He made a motion between himself and the hit squad ranger, slowly slipping past alyssa and towards the door. It wasn't glory seeking, just a standard thought process....if the lead gets shot, an entire operation goes FUBAR, better for him to take point and take someone with him for it.

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