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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.12 02:56:00 -
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He'd filled his weather beaten canteen and the small plastic bottle the Ranger had given him at the Source noting the strangely metallic taste of the tank stored water keeping his pack light. Ranging he had found had afforded him a particular knowledge of his own metabolism and careful watering could make a small pack go a long way.
As the party set out on the trail the surgeon found himself perplexed by the slow pace of his companions deciding that their plodding pace was due to the weighty armour they both were clad head to toe in. Rather than try to push out ahead he simply relaxed falling into position next to the mercenary whistling the tune of 'Civilisation', a popular song out on the East Coast from some Old World singer Danny Kaye and the Andrews Sisters.
He spent the better part of an hour on the road making up wild fantasies about the inscrutable look written across the mercenary's face finally giving up after alien cyborg from before the bombs fell became too much for him to bear causing him to laugh out loud. After several moments of uncontrollable chuckling and wiping several tears from his eyes be finally tried to initiate a conversation with the enigmatic man.
"Hey....buddy. You said a while back in the bar that you were a mercenary right. You must have a good story or two for the trail......Y'know something filled with excitement, gunfire, and plenty of women. Don't spare any detail on the women okay. This trips going to be long enough with 'Cap-a-dozen Proverbs' over there."
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.12 20:15:00 -
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"Hmpf, yeah I've got a few tales alright." Replied Lucas, pausing a moment to determine whether he should continue. He decided he would, and thought briefly of what he should tell the Doctor about. He's been to a lot of places, the Bonyard, The Hub, Shady Sands, Vault city, but above all the one that gave him the most was New Reno.
"You ever heard of New Reno? It's a ways north west of here. A beacon of debauchery, nearly everyone there has a gun and an addiction. Place is run by crime families, you **** off the wrong people without getting on someone important's good side you're likely to wind up strung up to a post. Nothin' but gambling, drinking, crimes and whores. Great place all 'round."
"So these crime families, there's four of them, I wound up doing a bunch of work for the Bishops, wanted to try stop the Wrights from taking power in the city after they wrangled it from the Salvatores. In order to do that, they had to order outside help to do a few jobs and not leave a trail back to them. That's where I came in. They wanted me to take out one of their top enforces, disintegrate him completely. Now, the beauty of it is the Salvatores love their lasers. Anyone who sees a pile of ash that used to be human are likely to put the blame on them."
"I followed this guy around town, found out his patterns and knew when he'd be vulnerable. I called in a favour and had a guy stall him, give him this bullshit about having information on the Bishop's future plans. He lured him away while he was on his way to a brothel and right into my sights. Put about 6 shots into the poor bastard, wound more ash than corpse."
"Word got out soon after when he never returned to the Wrights. They sent out some people looking for them and found the ash, not long after I heard the Salvatores got hit pretty badly. The Bishops were very grateful, so much so that Mr Bishop himself gave me my rewards. A pile of caps and free access to their Brothels for a week, and some of those whores are bloody good. He also tells me why the Wrights were so mad, turns out everyone in the family is just that, actual blood relatives."
"Somehow the Wrights found out the Salvatores weren't responsible. Probably kidnapped a few goons and beat them within an inch of their life. So they hit a brothel. A brothel I happened to be 'visiting' at the time. Bullets started flying, and as soon as they saw my laser flashes they knew I was the hitman. They targeted me, tried taking me out, so I made my way out the back door and covered my tracks with landmines, while of course helping the whores that were around at the time. Damn near brought the building down on them."
"After that incident I skipped town and headed south, as much as I liked Reno the Wrights probably would've followed up on that little attack of theirs."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.13 20:30:00 -
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Jason walked down the I-15 away from Sloan. He pushed up the glasses on his face and squinted a little as a gust of wind blew up a small whirlwind of dust, a tumbleweed trailing behind the wind across the old road. A duffel bag hung over his shoulder, clinking every now and then with its multitude of contents. He had been at Sloan for a week, patching up everyone after they had barely made it out when the Deathclaw's moved in. He even had to patch up the pet molerat. He frowned as he thought about the fact that he would have to loop around again to get back to Freeside, a trip that could take days. At least there were stops along the way.
He adjusted the white jacket with the Followers of the Apocalypse logo on it as another gust of wind blew past him. When he was confident the wind had calmed down he opened the book in his hand - On the Way People Think. It had been lying around Sloan and had caught his eye only because it was so out of place. He had never been particularly interested in psychology but he had begun reading it and found himself interested enough to continue reading. It was not particularly thick, perhaps a little over two hundred pages, but he had been reading it quite thoroughly. It was mainly an introduction to the topic of social psychology it appeared but it piqued his interest enough to want to go over what books the fort had back in Freeside.
He looked up from his slow reading to look around again, pushing the glasses up onto his nose once again. He kept his eyes out for the Powder Gangers, a group of escaped convicts in the area. Seeing no danger his eyes drifted slowly back down to the book.
[Race: African American
Looks about 20 if that. Little shorter than average.
Traits: Good Natured, Four Eyes
Tagged: Medicine, Science, Repair
S: 4
P: 8 (with glasses/ 6 without)
E:4
C:6
I: 8
A:5
L: 6 ]
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.13 20:51:00 -
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As the small group made their way, night fall started to cloak the Mojave like a large sheet over a bed. Starting to get incredibly dark, and knowing his companions lacked night vision like his helmet had, Max realized they would have to make camp for the night.
They walked for another ten minutes before spotting a shack in the distance. Heading inside it, Max saw that it was entirely empty. A table, lockers, a HAM radio and a key and a empty bottle of sunset sarsparilla. Checking the lockers for provisions, Max found out 3 of the 4 lockers were unlocked, unlike the last. Regardless, Max found 2 sleeping bags inside of the lockers and 2 bottles of Wine.
"We can make camp in here, away from the elements. One of us will have to be a sentry for the night. Nightstalkers, powder gangers or a particularly excited gecko might make sure we won't wake up". Realizing Max was the only one with night vision, he realized he would have to keep watch.
"I'll keep watch for the night. You two get some sleep. I want to get to the Mojave outpost by Noon tomorrow". Max walked out of the shack and made his way to the roof of the shack. Looking around, he noticed a plane nearby. He inspected it for a bit before realizing this was the pre war sky diving sign up he heard about. At least he had a better understanding of where they were.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.13 21:03:00 -
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In retrospect Jason should probably have left the next morning, but an anxiety to get back to Freeside had overtaken him, especially since he was beginning to run dangerously low on Mentats. Still, he had seen the abandoned shack of a pre-war skydiving business on his way to Sloan a couple of weeks ago. Unless the Powder Gangers had taken some dynamite to it it should still be there. He would stop there for the night. It would at least keep him safe until the morning. Hopefully He placed the book in the duffel bag over his shoulder and continued walking. He would be there shortly.
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.13 21:18:00 -
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Looking through the barrel of his sniper, he spotted a person starting to get close. A lone figure with a dufflebag hulking it's way towards where they were. Turning on night vision, Max got a better look. The figure he saw was wearing a lab coat and glasses. Max thought it might've been a follower of the apocalypse but changed his mind realizing how far off Freeside was. It was probably a Legionairy assassin poised as a follower. How else would he have survived this long this far out?
Than another thought dawned to him, taking a shot would be too loud and draw attention from everywhere. So Max jumped down as quietly as he could and started sneaking behind some rocks waiting for the "follower" to walk by. A slit throat is much quieter he thought as he drew his bowie knife.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.13 21:53:00 -
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Lucas walked into the shack along with the others, it'd be cramped but it was decent shelter. He noticed Max at the Lockers and came across a locked one. [Lockpick 34] "Let me take a look at that" he said as he pulled a bobbypin out of his pocket and got to work on the lock.
[Friend of the Night] "I may not have that fancy helmet of yours Ranger, but these eyes o' mine do a decent job at night. Let me know if you need some shut eye." Lucas suspected that the Ranger didn't trust him and wanted to keep an eye on him. Regardless he rolled out one of the bags and lay down not actually expecting to get much sleep. It was rare that he slept through a night without knocking himself out with alcohol. Nevertheless he tried, all the while keeping his 9mm within reach should anything go awry.
(( Was unsure of the contents of the locker or difficulty so I thought I'd leave it to you to decide if he gets in and what he gets. ))
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.13 22:15:00 -
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Jason saw the old shack in the distance. He fished a handheld computer from his jacket pocket - a Pip-Boy 2000 he had gotten off of a merchant who had no real idea what he had gotten his hands on. Jason checked the time. It was sometime after nine unless the clock had messed up again; it was the one thing that would not keep accurate settings.
[Perception 8] Jason squinted a little at the shack. Something seemed off but he could not quite put his finger on it, perhaps due to his inexperience[Survival 13] travelling around. Perhaps something was out of place, or the lack of light caused the shack to look more ominous than it really was. There was an explosion in the distance, no doubt the result of Powder Gangers playing with their explosives. Still Jason reached for the Stealth Boy he kept strapped to his belt, ready to activate it at a moment's notice, as he approached the shack.
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
368
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Posted - 2015.06.13 22:51:00 -
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[Silent Running] Max started to rush quietly over to the "follower". Sprinting during explosions from the distance of the powder gangers. He was behind him after a minute of trying to get behind him. Getting close to him, he flung one hand around his neck and held the bowie knife near his jugular artery.
In a deep and almost angry voice, he hissed at the "follower", "How dare you cross the Colorado. Cross over, past cottonwood, past Nelson, past Searchlight. Do you seek Goodsprings as your next target? Or the artery of the west is your current target? Speak assassin, before you become a failed Frumentarii !"
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.13 23:08:00 -
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Jason panicked, releasing what could only be described as the most undignified scream to ever pierce the air as he activated his Stealth Boy, not that it helped since he was already in his attacker's grip. Even the laser pistol he had as a last resort was useless. If he hadn't eaten as recently as he had he would have probably emptied his bowels.
"Please don't hurt me! I have some caps! I-I... have chems... uhh uhh..." Jason fumbled for words searching for anything that would prevent his attacker from cutting his throat. He thought of the blood. Oh God the blood. "I'm a doctor! I can help you! I can fix things! Please don't kill me!"
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.13 23:19:00 -
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Max slightly loosened his grip. "Weak and fearful. You are a follower of the apocalypse. You scream as though you have been hoisted up as another victim of the legion waiting for death. Interesting how you beg to sell whatever you need for your life. Weakness that would leave your thoat open for anyone to cut it open. Leave it open for a mongrel to bite it. No need to kill you. Fear has already done that for me". Max grabbed him by his collar and lead him to the shack. He wasn't going to take a chance.
Practically kicking the door in, he shoved the follower inside. "You have been found yet you still persist to hide. Like a mouse in a wolf's gaze. Your death is not yet here".
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.13 23:32:00 -
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Still awake, Lucas scrambles to his feet when the Follower is pushed into the shack and aims his pistol at the new arrival. He hears the Rangers words and decides to add to them. "What he's saying is that apparently we ain't gonna kill you." Turning to the Ranger he speaks again "So great wise one, what are we going to do with him?"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
368
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Posted - 2015.06.13 23:41:00 -
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"Ignorance can be the downfall of a nation. A corrupt message as any other bomb. He claims to know medicine and mechanics. He will be useful to us". Looking at the follower on the ground, Max asked him, "Why are you this far out? Is Fremont already disintegrating like a bolt from the Van Graffs? Or is it bled out like the den of the Garretts? Speak, "doctor", before my impatience becomes evident".
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.13 23:48:00 -
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Jason stumbled to the ground as he was shoved inside the shack, the shock of his fall was enough to disrupt the Stealth Boy, deactivating it. Jason clung to the duffel bag and shuffled into the corner back against the wall watching his captor. The man had a strangely poetic way of speaking; symbolic, rife with metaphors. Jason almost wished he had accepted the dynamite from Sloan as payment as he pondered how he might end up getting out of this.
He found himself wondering if Julie was worried. It was after all the first time he was out on his own given his condition. As if on cue he winced as a pain, no doubt brought about by the stress of the situation seemed to pierce his skull with the force of an atom bomb. He wondered if he'd be able to take a Mentat without getting shot.
Jason adjusted his glasses and squinted in the darkness to see the man who had captured him. The man wore what appeared to be a ranger's armour while the other looked much like many other wanderers he'd seen clad in leather.
The one who had captured him spoke, inquiring about why he was so far from Freeside, though strangely he referred to it by its pre-war name. Not wanting to risk confrontation he winced through the pain of the encroaching migraine.
"Quarry Junction was infested by Deathclaws. A traveller who stopped by the Fort in Freeside told us about it and how people had been injured. I offered to come check on them but I had to loop around south in order to not get ripped to pieces. I... I'm on my way back now."
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 00:02:00 -
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Beginning to ease up on the aggresive tone, Max realized he really was a doctor. "I know of the deathclaws there. Made my trip to Sloan more than once. Spoke with them, with Lewis. Made my efforts but my bullets could not finish the alpha male. Killed the youngest offspring. Was forced to retreat after the matriarch began identifying the source of the gunshots. Fair enough. Put your gun away Lucas. He seems to recruit a pacifist philosophy to himself".
Looking closer at the doctor, he noticed his shakes would not subside. [Perception 9] It seems you are in need of the Scholar's support, no? Those shakes are only of those that are suffering from instability". Max got up and handed him a bottle of water he kept on his person. "Take it if you need it. Since you and Lucas over here are both looking for the same location, you both can hold your burdens together."
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.14 00:11:00 -
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Slowly, Lucas holstered the pistol and eased up slightly. "So you weren't bullshitting about those deathclaws after all? Suppose I owe you one on that." He leaned against the wall of the shack whilst Max spoke further to the newcomer. Once he was finished he grabbed his laser rifle and headed for the door. "I ain't getting any sleep tonight so I might as well play lookout. You two get some sleep, or don't." and with those words Lucas exited the shack and sat down to keep an eye out.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.14 00:14:00 -
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Chamber's chuckled heartily as the mercenary finished his story. Hearing of new places was one of the few joys of conversation that never seemed to truly grow old. Each man had a perception of the same place which made the telling of new stories all the more enjoyable.
It had passed the time and the sun was low in the sky by the time they finished the small company continuing into the onrushing night. Ahead in the distance they spied a small shack which the mercenary proved capable of gaining access to using a pair of bobby pins to pick the lock on the door.
The interior was dingy and his eyes required some time to adjust to the gloom. A pungent smell of mold was evident but it's source was not evident amongst the rusted machinery and dented pre-war lockers. Here he found a few hours of uncomfortable sleep unwrapping a cold grilled gecko steak and devouring in three bites before finding himself a corner to lay down in.
Hours later he was woken by the sounds of scuffling. He rose eyes bleary, blinking in a surprised manner fumbling in the dark for the heavy spear, trying to pierce the darkness for the source. As his eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness he could see the Ranger, crimson eyes glowing malevolently, his knife pressed up against the throat of stranger in a white travel stained lab coat with an equally curious symbol emblazoned on the breast.
He raised the spear and pointed it at the stranger. A man who approached by night was one not to be trusted until his motives could be determined of he proved himself a danger. It seemed from the Ranger's words that the man was something called a Follower, and from the strangers own words a scientist, engineer, and doctor like himself.
"Hey. Ranger!" He hissed through the darkness. "Let me check his supplies. If he's a doctor like myself or whatever he says then he'll carry instruments, tools."
He crawled over.
"Hand em over pal. I certainly won't hurt you. It was just poor luck you ran into these two first. Brutish, no finesse. Just want to verify your story and if you are telling the truth we can talk this out."
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.14 00:15:00 -
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Jason took the opportunity at his captor's consent to reach into his jacket and bring out a tin of mentats. He shook it lightly, rattling it. As he opened it he looked up at the man. How pitiful did he look; a doctor, a Follower clearly shaking from an addiction. Still...
"It's not what you think," he said simply. The man no doubt would mistake his words for some addict's excuse and partially it was. Still Jason had no need to explain himself to someone who attacked him, yet he just did, partially. Jason shook his head lightly. Contradictions. His head was flooding.
He swallowed the Mentat. He shook a little, fighting himself as he looked at the tin in his hand. "Only one," he whispered to himself echoing Julie's words.
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 00:22:00 -
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"Mercenaries. Care nothing of morality or civility. Blood for Caps. Just like the twins of Fremont or like the West." Sitting down in a old chair behind the desk, Max took off his helmet, Revealing a man in his late 20's. His hair was dark like the pitch black Mojave midnights and his eyes were of a dark green. He had a small beard growing and his hair was a complete mess like a waster. A large scar was evident on his left cheek trailing upward to his forehead. "Relax doctor, I won't kill you. Either you kill yourself or the Mojave'll break you first."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.14 00:41:00 -
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Chamber's quickly took apart the Follower's pack laying out the contents on the grounds carefully taking stock of the contents with a keen interest, especially those drugs and stimulants that could be of medical use. This man was a walking bounty of medical supplies without enough to supply the wasteland surgeon for weeks if he rationed them carefully or did not encounter a particularly far gone patient. He also noted the small number of energy cells and the lack of the energy fire arm which only served to heighten his distrust of the self proclaimed doctor.
Simple thing to do in the situation would be to kill the stranger. He'd come to them in the night, apparently unarmed, but who knew who else could be waiting down the asphalt to ambush them on the morn. He glanced up at the ranger who'd removed his helmet for the first time revealing a young man, not some wizened grandfather, just a few years his senior.
He sighed, leaning back.
"He's clear. Tools, Stims, very apparently lack of weapons. But I don't like it.....you don't just bed down for the night after it gets dark. That's just plain dangerous."
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 00:58:00 -
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"I scanned the area when I was on the roof. I only spotted a small group of Coyote to the Northwest. And you shouldn't disregard a unarmed man for being unarmed. He indeed does have defense. The doctor is shook enough as is. Let him rest. And since he has a slight smell of urine to him, I don't believe he has the resolve to be a catalyst or a agent of Bear or Bull."
Max reached into his trench coat pocket and pulled out a dose of psycho, fixer and a super stimpack from his dufflebag. "A man I met while ranging the wastes taught me of a way to cure yourself of a addiction but it will hurt like hell. Mix the super stim, fixer and psycho in one shot and take it directly into your bloodstream for immediate results. And tribal, chem fiends lack the coordination, legion restricts use of chems, NCR has no interest in us and Khans are too far out to only attack us. No reason to worry".
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.14 01:10:00 -
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There was no way Jason was going to fall asleep in this shack with these guys. The one who had checked his bag seemed a little suspicious. Still Jason didn't care as the Mentat was kicking in and his thoughts were becoming more cohesive once again. He leaned against the wall and looked at his books, the psychology book was there.
He listened to the ranger's words. "The Mojave may have done that already," he muttered to himself.
He reassembled his items he had in his duffel bag and sat against the south wall. He set up the small desk lamp on the floor next to him, powered by a fission battery, preparing to do some reading, and maybe some transcribing of notes. He looked up at the ranger who had captured him as he presented him with a cure to the addiction.
"It's... not that simple," Jason stated. "I actually need them for a... umm medical problem. On some rare occasions a lesser evil is needed to combat a far worse one." He looked at the man's chems. "But thank you for the consideration." He looked back down at the book; page 56 of 227. If he didn't sleep he could get another hundred or so pages done. Chances were they wouldn't let him leave but he could make the most of it. Still he would be keeping his eyes open.
He removed his jacket to rest behind his head as he read, revealing the laser pistol hanging off his hip.
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Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 01:23:00 -
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"A demon is still a demon regardless of it's intention or nature. If you choose to employ it, it is your burden to bear." after a moment of thought, Max spoke up again. "Now I understand. The Followers are on Fremont. Close enough to get underground chems quick n' cheap but far enough as to not be associated. The followers are capable of helping you if you get too hung or if withdrawal is too strong. Reminds me of a certain brain far enough west. In a pre war place called Death Valley. Lives up to its name. He was quite a chipper one. Had a small fortune of mentat pills. Enough to last a few years for someone like you."
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.14 01:58:00 -
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Jason held the tin of Mentats in his hand. "I did not have the pleasure of choosing the first demon. An angel saw fit to give me this demon" - he shook the tin, causing the pills inside to rattle - "to protect me from the first one. Quite frankly, I've chosen to employ it gladly and will live with it."
He put away the tin and frowned with a memory.
"If you'll excuse me I have some reading to do." He pushed up the glasses and continued reading.
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Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 02:24:00 -
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"Fair enough". Max began to doze off slowly. His arms folded and his legs kicked up on the table. Only a few hours left until the first lights of morning.
As morning began to slowly creep onto the Mojave, Max also woke up as if a internal alarm clock went off. He noticed the tribal was passed out still and the doctor still was reading. Getting up from the chair, it was old and practically groaned upon getting up. Walking over, he kicked the tribal lightly to wake up and went outside to check up on Lucas.
As Max walked out, he noticed Luke sitting by the door of the shack. "Morning...No worse for wear I see."
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.14 12:24:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:
[Speech 30] "You mentioned travelling through Sloan and before that Fort Freeside. Is that where you come from?"
[Speech ??] "That still doesn't explain what you, a fellow practitioner of medicine, was doing on the road? We'll be here to morning unless we want to deal with the Powder Gangers, Radscorpions, or whatever else is out there. Care to share?"[/i]
[[Jakar you decide if the Speech cheek succeeds]]
[Occurs before morning]
Jason looked at the other man. He wore a satchel with a red cross indicating he was some kind of doctor, or perhaps got the bag from aother doctor and was merely using it. Strangely he wielded a spear. Tribal? Jason's mind reeled with the knowledge he had of Caesar's Legion being formed from tribals, but their people were proud of their colours and way of speaking.
[Speech Success] "You're not from the Mojave are you. Well, I'm from Freeside. It's a small town, I suppose you could say, that's attached to Vegas. There's an Old Fort that the Followers of the Apocalypse, uses as a headquarters for research and as a hospital."
[Speech Success] Jason had nothing to hide as the man asked his questions. If it kept him from meeting the business end of a gun, or spear in this case he would answer his questions. "Well, like I said last time I was out here I had to loop around south since Quarry Junction is full of deathclaws. The people in Sloan were a little worse for wear. It took time unfortunately so one of them apparently died from injury before I arrived." Jason frowned. "The others were a little out of it. Enough time had passed that I had to re-break a someone's fibula to set it properly."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.14 12:47:00 -
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With the Ranger dozing off and the mercenary taking he night watch outside the shack Chambers found himself unable to sleep and instead spent his time keeping an eye on the Follower of the Apocalypse from his corner of the dingy shack. At first it was simply enough to watch the man, keeping tabs on him and ensure that he remained fixated on his book, but eventually found time to prepare himself for the long day ahead.
Sleep mattered little to him at that point having already managed a few hours earlier that evening. He'd traveled further for longer than the days jaunt down the I-15.
He removed the .357 revolver from the waistband of his trousers cocking the hammer and flicking out the chamber loudly so that the mechanical noises of the firearm was impossible for the scientist to ignore before setting it down at his side. He then took out the small pouch of medical supplies and instruments before taking stock of what remained before setting down to polish the bloodied scalpel and tray that he'd used earlier with a vodka soaked rag.
The process was slow and me made sure that he was meticulous polishing them several times to ensure that they were as sterile as they could possibly be. He periodically checked on the Ranger and the Follower to ensure nothing was amiss passing the time until the first rays of light appeared through the cracks of the shack.
"Perhaps......" the surgeon mumbled doubtfully still concerned about the strangers sudden appearance stretching out the cramps in his muscles that had formed overnight. "We didn't have our throats slit in the night so I consider that 'no worse for wear' indeed."
With the Ranger awake he stepped out of the shack shoving the revolver back into the waist of his trousers and walked passed the mercenary to relieve himself behind a boulder. The sky was pink with wispy clouds streaked across the sky.
When he returned he stopped by the mercenary.
"Not much happening I take it?" He said. He leaned down to tighten the laces on his boots. " Guy doesn't seem all that bad. I'm from out East so I don't know much about these parts yet.... still the ranger seems at ease for a change. Know much about these Follower people?"
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
619
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Posted - 2015.06.14 13:49:00 -
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103 pages. His estimate had been correct. He rubbed his eyes. A Nuka-Cola would help keep him awake about now, but he did not have any on him and he had been too anxious to fall asleep. Instead he stood, slowly stretching his locked joints. He had barely moved during the night, especially when the tribal began cleaning his weapons. He checked the time on his Pip-Boy. Time for another Mentat.
After taking the pill he packed up. The fusion battery, the lamp, the books. He made sure he had everything just in case he had missed one of the others in the tent, grabbing something while he was focused on reading. Not like there was much he could do to confront them if they did.
He removed a lunchbox from his bag and removed a strip of Brahmin jerky from the set he had received from Sloan and chewed on it. He pushed up his glasses again. He really needed to get a strap for them or something. He put back on his jacket and strapped on the bag and slowly moved towards the door.
"Good morning I suppose," he said to the men who had previously captured and interrogated him.
((Honestly with so little information it would be okay to make assumptions within reason. I mean I never could afford the DLC and couldn't get my hands on the GOTY Edition so I know very little. I had to look up Abbey of the Road on the wiki to know what you were talking about.
Honestly I like to think since it's an RP we can be more flexible than sticking purely to Fallout's formula in terms of skill usage. If we were dealing more with pen and paper and dice, it would be a little stricter but as long as actions are within reason I think it's okay. If you ever need some ideas on how to go about it I once read some of the RPs on Bethesda's forums. Those guys make it work pretty well, though I haven't looked recently.
As a side note: loving the character interaction.))
Author of Umbra's Short Stories
Sisters of EVE Initiate.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
369
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Posted - 2015.06.14 14:55:00 -
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Early morning. As Max started looking up and down the long 15. Almost half expecting someone to come. Someone specific. While looking, Max noticed some gecko in the distance.
Max started to go for them as the prospect of a gecko steak pulled him closer. As he pulled out his hunting revolver, he knew if he killed one, he would have to kill them all. Looking through the small scope of his revolver, he took 4 shots and managed to kill 3 of the 4 geckos. The other started charging at Max. Max quickly maneuvered for his bowie knife and thrust it right into the gecko's throat and slit it open.
Content with the amount of geckos, Max went and cut out the meat of the geckos and from his dufflebag, put them on a spit. Carrying the meat over, still bloody and soaking, Mac knew he would need to start a fire but had his hands full at the moment.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Spademan
6
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Posted - 2015.06.14 19:29:00 -
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The night was long and silent. The only sounds Lucas heard was the wind and tumbleweed, broken once by a short shoot out to the south. He'd considered checking it out but let them be when it was clear it presented no threat. It left him to his thoughts about what he'd do when he gets to New Vegas. He'd stay at one of the casinos there, the owners might have jobs they need done, maybe some of the locals of the town would have something for him. As much as bodyguard work bored him there was also the Crimson Caravan. Those were the ones he thought of for the moment but there may have been others he hadn't.
The sun came up and glared down harshly, forcing him to don his glasses. Not long after Max emerged from the shack. "All quiet during the night, no more incidents up here after you brought that Follower in." He stayed seated until Chambers returned, at which point he stood up and donned his hat. "Nothing around here. Heard a bit of a shoot out to the south but there was nothing else. How's the new guy?"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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