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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.09 22:09:00 -
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The Mojave. A quiet place. All until the damn NCR came and "civilized" the land. That old world wall became a subject of their affection. But you can't expect to take the dam without someone else also staking a claim to it. Caesar also claimed it for himself but was beat to the punch. The bear and the bull; the two biggest blights on the land.
Max was a mojave desert ranger. Watched over Novac, Nelson and Searchlight while on his patrols. But after a while, everything started to crumble. Searchlight was annexed by the NCR, thus becoming a target for the legion. Novac seemed to be plagued by having the ghouls near by and Nelson...well, we all know what happened to Nelson. Plagued by failure and ashamed at the desert rangers for merging into the NCR, he left. He simply gave up fighting. He now stays at Goodsprings, in the prospector saloon.
Max was in the prospector saloon. It was late morning and the whole town was in a uproar about some brain dead courier who got shot in the head and put in a shallow grave. Victor dug him up and left him at doc Mitchell's for healing but I doubt anyone can save that courier now. The jukebox was on and Lazy day blues was playing in the distance while Trudy was wiping down the counter top. Max was sitting in a booth in the corner, acting bitter after what happened.
"I can't believe it. The desert rangers ******* gave up. ******* NCR and their ******* rules and taxes n' ****. No one needed them and we still don't need em'. Same goes for the legion..."
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.09 22:47:00 -
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* facepalms
((Would have RPed anywhere but the ******* Mojave..... Oh well POST INCOMMING!))
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
354
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Posted - 2015.06.10 12:02:00 -
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Max, being deep in sorrow, looked over to see a new face in the saloon. "Huh...a doctor? Or maybe another one of Caesar's couriers?" Taking another drink of his Rum n' Nuka he took a better look at the newcomer. Slightly browned skin, a makeshift spear and worn out gear...If I didn't know any better, I would guess him a tribal...huh, might be out from Arizona...Caesar's land. Leaving a pile of caps on the table for my tab, I headed out.
S:7 P:8 E:7 C:4 I:5 A:4 L:5
Traits: Hoarder
Skills:
T.A.G - Guns
T.A.G - Survival
T.A.G - Repair
My character is more or less a ranger. A sniper that lives of the land. I have a hunting revolver and a hunting rifle with a custom bolt action and a improved hammer and firing mechanism. I also walk around with a dufflebag flung around my shoulder.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Diablo Gamekeeper
Escrow Removal and Acquisition
No Context
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Posted - 2015.06.10 13:22:00 -
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Meh, i just get the 4th tag perk and almost perfect.
TUNNEL SNAKES RULE
I have DESTROYED CCP Rattati
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.10 14:11:00 -
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Lucas finally arrived at the Mojave Outpost. He came in west across the Long 15 working as a bodyguard for a caravan. It was dull work, and he avoided it when he could, but he was headed east anyway for New Vegas looking for work. Hitman, Hired gun, Mercenary, even Assassin are all terms used to describe him at some point. As long as the caps were good he'd take the job. After hitting the Outpost he stayed a while in the bar waiting for his papers to clear, 'God damn bureaucracy' he thought to himself as he listened to some woman babble on about her troubles to a bottle of whiskey.
Once he was cleared through he made his way out and headed north, to New Vegas. The sun was beating down hard, making him seat under his reinforced leather. His face was kept shaded by his hat, similar to the ones the Mojave Rangers wore but without the insignia, and his eyes by the "authority" sunglasses. Along the road he saw a someone brandishing a tire iron rushing at him. Not taking any chances he raised his Laser Rifle and took aim. Three shots is all it took for them to fall down. He got closer and looted the body, turned out to be a fairly young man who took up raiding travellers judging from what he was wearing. Didn't have anything useful on him other than a few caps.
Eventually Lucas came across a little town called Goodsprings. A fine enough place to rest before continuing north, he headed into the Prospector Saloon sharing a "Good Day" with the ol' fella sitting out front. He walked slowly into the building with all his weapons clearly visible. Rifle slung across his back, 9mm Pistol holstered on his hip combat knife on his thigh and two grenades dangling from his belt. He was actually very poor with the knife, but it was better than a bare fist. He took a seat, threw a couple caps on the counter and asked Trudy for the hardest stuff she had.
He'd taken notice of two others, one in a doctors garb and another looking like he was trying to drown his sorrows, like that woman in the Outpost. He had little patience for people like that so he spoke up while putting his glasses and hat on the counter revealing his short hair and tanned skin. "There's much quicker ways of killing yourself. I could give you a hand with it if you want."
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S:3 P:9 E:4 C:3 I:8 A:6 L:7
Traits: Trigger Discipline
Tagged Skills:
Energy Weapons
Explosives
Sneak
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What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
354
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Posted - 2015.06.10 14:40:00 -
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"Kill myself? No, not yet. I still have a job to do." Max scans the new figure that walked in. "Heavy with the dust of the long 15. NCR. Maybe you're a ranger here to get me to join the baja rangers? No, that would be too obvious. A walking target...Who are you?" Max then turning to face the new wanderer, with a twirl of his trench coat, his armor seeming more obvious. Desert pale. The desert ranger armor.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
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 - 2015.06.10 16:24:00 -
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Lucas' request was fulfilled by some scotch. He'd poured it into a glass as the man responded to him and took a swig of the drink, then let out a low chuckle at the end of the other's sentence "Heh, no, I don't work with NCR right now, and never did officially." He turned his head to take a look, trademark trench coat. Likely no love for NCR in him. "Names Lucas Grey. Call me Lucas, Luke, Grey, Fool with the laser rile, or anything else you'd prefer. But something tells me you're not just looking for a name."
He paused a moment to take another drink.
"Call me a mercenary."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
354
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Posted - 2015.06.10 19:00:00 -
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"Mercenary. Money for blood. For caps. How many bottles of Nuka can be filled with the amount of blood you spilled? The amount of caps you got? Don't feel guilt do you? I doubt they do out west." Max opened his duffle and pulled out his desert ranger helmet and puts it on. "Be careful out there. If you're weak, the mojave'll break you. Let the land do it's killing. A lesson learned from a courier. Tribal no less." Max then pulled out a canteen and took a sip. Flinging his hunting rifle over his shoulder, he started heading out. "But before I go, I have a proposition, Mercenary. I need to get to nipton. It's a weeks worth of travel. A promise I made. Have to keep. I'll make it worth your while."
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.10 21:27:00 -
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Chamber's couldn't help but snort into his Sunset Sarsaparilla as another travel worn soul who appeared deep enough in his cups that he probably should have keeled over rather than taken another swig. Rather than interrupt he returned to his conversation with Trudy asking around for work and paying her a kind word or two for her help.
The grimy bottle of Sarsaparilla was lukewarm but refreshing and better than nothing as he had come to understand from many long weeks on the road drinking little enough but slightly irradiated Dirty Water. His saving grace during that time had been the small rations of Rad-Away he'd managed to acquire from one of the traders for almost all of the caps he had on him. However those had come back to him in a full karmic circle as the poor bastard had been dragged underground thrashing, screaming, and covered in ****.
"So how'd a beautiful woman like yourself end up running the bar in a town like Goodsprings?" He asked in an offhanded fashion warily keeping an eye on the newcomer with the Laser Rifle slung over his shoulder. The people who carried them usually couldn't be trusted to watch out for a man on the road, more than like to be the ones doing the ambushing.
"Not sure if beautiful is the right word...... but...thankyou. I've been here...." She continued. ".....not really sure what else to be doin these days. Giving a traveller a cool drinks as good as anything else."
"Ayuh it is Trudy. Beautiful and kind, couldn't get myself something else? A vodka maybe?.....still it's a wonder more men like myself aren't in here hanging on for your attentions."
She scowled at Chamber's two small dots of red dawning on her rosy cheeks, an expression that did not exactly mean she wanted him to stop but wasn't used to casual flirtation, before moving back behind the bar.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He'd forgotten how nice it was to be around people again, even simply talking with them in a very simple manner was nice and made him feel like a person again. He twisted himself on the barstoo draining the last of his Sarsaparilla and leaning back against the bar. He was 'fortunate' enough to have caught the last few moments of a self righteous lecture.
"Pal" he replied. "Might want to easy up on the moralising. Gun for hire's a clean a work as any....certainly more so than ranging these wastes bringing 'your justice' at the barrel of a gun. Most folk's blood who'd stain your hands likely earned themselves that bullet because they came running at you desperate or starving... needing some kind of aid....but that's not your business is is bud?"
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.10 22:33:00 -
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Stopping and turning my head over to the other one sitting at the bar. Eye lenses red and almost lifeless from the helmet. "Death from afar. Almost religious to me. Kill those that threaten the lives of the innocent. Self defense too if need be. Legion, Khans, Fiends, NCR, Mercenaries, assassins, Brotherhood of Steel. Each are the same yet simply show difference in discipline and uniform. Each kill for their own reasons. They don't see the killing from their weapons, look but don't see, hear but don't listen. My justice is justified. And if they're so hungry that they need to bleed the caps out of others, than they are too desperate to distinguish themselves from murderers."
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
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 - 2015.06.10 22:54:00 -
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Lucas sat the by his drink as the other two men carried the conversation, though his short temper showed during Max's self-righteous nonsense when he slammed his fist on the desk and stood up to face him. "Listen mate, there's no innocents out here and it's kill or be killed. Anyone you've shot is no different from anyone I have, someone who pissed off enough people to have a target on them, so don't sell me your bullshit."
Sitting back down slightly calmer, though still with a hint of annoyance in his voice he continued.
"Now, as for your request, I'm headed the opposite direction to New Vegas and I'm not keen on taking the long way around. Unless you give me a pretty good reason why I shouldn't head north you're on your own."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.10 23:26:00 -
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"Cazadors and deathclaws lay claim to the north of goodsprings. I couldn't kill the Alpha male of the pack. Too strong unless you have God's wrath with you. Powder gangers to the south. A creation of NCR but weaker than the Mojave. Even if you don't trust me...well, let the land do your killing." Beginning to walk out of the saloon, Max felt the sun come down on him like spears of Helios. Heading to the direction of the general store, he knew his goal. Whether he walked the road on his lonesome or with shadows to follow.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.10 23:26:00 -
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The wasteland surgeon jumped slightly in his seat as the second armoured man almost reaching for the .357 hidden in the waist band of his pants. He stopped just short. Old-world tech was unstable. Just as unstable as the fools who went looking for it or maintained a complete knowledge of its inner workings.
He found the Ranger's words distasteful. Very rarely was the world so black and white, especially these days, especially in this place. The people of the wastes always had someone claiming to be on their side though usually their 'protection' usually did them little good and left their homes a soldering pile of cinders. Despite this he found the irony of his own road-way philosophy intensely sardonic despite its accuracy and pragmatism.
"Whatever...... let's just drop it." He said flashing Trudy a smile as she poked her head around the bar with a concerned expression on her face. "Better things I could be doing with more companionable people than arguing with you two."
He returned to his drink flicking a couple of caps into the bar to pay for his drink. Sure he could trade away a few things but most of what he had on him he needed......the Fission Battery though could probably make him twenty caps or so if he was lucky but he was loath to part with it. This town had a Doctor, didn't look like any dust ups would be going down any time soon, and there was little he could do but hunt and skin Gecko for his evening meal.
"Hey pal. You said Nipton right. Came right on through there on the journey West. Godawful looking place but for a few caps I'll keep you stitched up if you need it. Though might we worth waiting till tomorrow..... I have...er..... plans tonight."
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.10 23:35:00 -
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"We leave tomorrow at late Noon. Grab whatever you need, nothing more. The road is treacherous and breaks the weak, don't weigh yourself down with old world relics." Max pulls out a bottle of water and hands it to the wandering doctor. "Water is worth more than caps out here. Our next stop will be the goodspring's source. Meet up outside the saloon tomorrow and we'll depart...tribal."
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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
6
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Posted - 2015.06.11 00:22:00 -
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'Cazadors? Deathclaws? Bollocks.' images of the two creatures swirled through Lucas' mind after the Ranger spoke of them. That's gone and mucked up his plans, if he'd known there was Deathclaws this way he'd never have headed up this way. He'd barely noticed the other two leave as he tried to think of a way to continue north. He'd never take him in a straight fight. Sneak past? he thought, 'No. Those deathclaws would find him easily. **** it, south it is' he resigned himself to the idea, finished his drink and walked out of the saloon, donning his hat again.
He travelled to the nearby general store hoping to pick up some water and ammunition. He inspected what he had along the way, a few hundred caps, plenty for the time being. Enough cells for probably around 50 shots and nearly 100 9mm bullets. Some boxes of Cram, food wasn't too bad, it could often be hunted. The water was the more pressing matter, only two bottles were left. As he entered the store he saw him again, the Ranger. "Ranger, if what you said is true then it looks like I'm headed through Nipton anyway."
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 - 2015.06.11 01:08:00 -
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" Yeah up yours too pal." He mumbled turning back to face the bar and Trudy who was pouring him a drink of Vodka.
The liquor was absolutely tasteless but went down like a treat in the small serving glasses arranged before him. Two in fact. He glanced up at Trudy pouring herself a serving of the freshly distilled alcohol refilling his own glass and leaving the bottle on the counter top.
"So. You've been asking about me all evening. Fresh in off the wastes with not a word about yourself, not even your name. Charming as you are I like to get to know my client's before they are like to become regulars."
She'd turned up a broken down old radio behind her which hummed with white noise for several moments, a quick patch work fix of poorly soldered wires and chewing gum holding the machine together, as it began ironically playing 'It's a Sin to tell a Lie'
He chuckled briefly enjoying the music, the first he'd heard in weeks. His radio was a piece of junk barely even worth scrapping down for the metal fragments or copper wiring. "Quite the musical tastes you have there Trudy."
"And quite the evasive man you are proving to be. I knew it was coming on. They play the same thing on loops everyday....frustrating as that is I figured this would be appropriate."
He drained the small glass of the misty liquid, blinking as his eyes began to water, gesturing for another, and wincing as she stopped short of pouring another until he placed a cap on the counter top. Even then she still eyed him with an expectant look.
He sighed deeply. "Fine. I'm Chamber's.....not my real name but it's what people always called me. Ask away."
So she did. For several hours in between seeing to the evening rush as the town locals piled into the bar yelling and jostling for another round or telling lavish exaggerations of the the Gecko's they'd seen in the hills nearby. Gecko's he'd seen on his journey North that hadn't even reached full maturity and likely wouldn't for another dozen seasons.
It was close to closing time when he saw her again looking thoroughly worn out. A thin sheen of sweat gleamed across her forehead, the grease stained apron smelt of seasoned Gecko steaks, a single lock of brown hair slick against her forehead, cheeks the most attractive shade of rose pink.
"So a Tribal? You'd think the spear was a bit of a give away." She joked offering him an appraising sideways glance, wandering back over, polishing the glass of a cracked and chipped pitcher. " And a surgeon to boot. From out which ways?"
"East. Spent a great deal of time with the Church of the Road." He replied, noting her confused expression at the foreign term. "Small group of travellers. Spend most of their time trying to organise safe communes for people, travelling to one far off place or another. That's how I got to be with them and learning medicine."
He grinned cheekily.
[Lady Killer] "As for being a Tribal.... there's certain.... stuff you pick up living in the Tribe. Uncivilised stuff....I'd be more than happy to show you."
"Really now? She replied coyly. "We to be truthful I do have something a man of medicine might be able to help me with.....an itch that can't rightly be scratched..."
[Medicine 40] "An itch? Beneath the epidermis. Do you have rash like symptoms of contusions on the skin? Bites? Sores? Are they weeping? Sometimes even acute allergic reactions are the cau-..." He cut off suddenly understanding the inflection. Her eyebrow was raised as if to ask if he even wanted this at all.
He flushed a bright red his tone apologetic. "Sorry....uh.....been on the trail a long ti-"
"Whatever Tribal. Settle your tab and let's go." As he tossed the last of his caps on the counter, grabbing the half empty bottle of Vodka and his spear, stuffing the rest of his belongings into his pack.
[Lady Killer] "Y'know what I most love about Vodka." She shrugged."It's easy on the eyes, tart, and tastes wonderful...... like I imagine you do." He laughed as she rolled her eyes.
The following morning he awoke a little before noon completely refreshed, Trudy having already left, setting him a pail of cool water to scrub himself down with in the bathroom of her rather modest home. He didn't bother dressing for this, wasn't even sure where his clothes were, the house was quiet and there was no sign of people save for the pleasant snores of an old hound. He spend the time checking over his pack and the oiling the spear and .357 revolver ensuring the small pouch of rounds for the weapon hadn't been whetted.
Preparations completed he found his clothes carefully folded on the top of a broken chest of drawers. He quickly dressed happy to see the blood stains on his shirt had been scrubbed clean and were barely visible, and that the small pouch of medical supplies remained untouched.
He'd grown quite fond of the woman over the last few hours. Promised himself he'd be back one of these days to return the copy of 'The D.C Journal of Internal Medicine she'd lent him. A clock in the kitchen caught his attention.
12:30 PM.......
He practically stumbled out of the shack, almost tripping over his own feet into a dense patch of cactus, catching himself with the haft of the spear. Ahead of him the two armed gunmen waited, glaring at him impatiently.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.11 02:05:00 -
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Previously in the general store: "Be ready for the trek than merc. We will gather outside the saloon at late noon and make our way first to the goodspring's source." Max than drops a sack of caps on Chet's counter. "Buy only what you NEED, merc. Don't weigh yourself down with old world relics. Food, ammo, water, and other basic necessities. I'm going to the goodsprings doctor to get medical supplies. Be ready for the next week. It won't be easy". Max than left for the doctor's home.
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
361
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Posted - 2015.06.11 02:13:00 -
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The impatience on Max's face was hidden by his helmet but he still held disdain for the tribal to becoming a slave to his own desires. "Indulging in bad habits before a expedition...Huh...almost an omen if I didn't know any better."
Checking his sniper and his bullets to see if their was enough to go on. 115 hand loaded .308 rounds. 44 magnum rounds accounted for. His dufflebag heavy with empty bottles and other supplies for the road. He also carried another bag of .308 casings, primer and lead. Max knew how to read the stars to tell his location, how to live off the land. How to follow the sands. A specialized ranger on his lonesome for most of his life.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.11 02:14:00 -
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((MOAR. You writing a scene for Doc Mitchell's house/the following morning?))
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.11 02:18:00 -
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((Doc Mitchell's already occured. Its the morning building of your post. It was a unwritten but occurred part ))
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Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.06.11 03:57:00 -
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Typical, the surgeon thought as the Ranger strode away from the injured manhis rifle hoisted over one shoulder. The mighty never cared, not for the small people.
He quickly moved over to the injured man supporting his easily with a shoulder and gently pulled him over to the side of the road sitting him down on a boulder. From there he pulled out the bottle of purified water the Ranger had given him and offered it to Ringo.
"Two sips. No more." He said tersely reaching for his pouch of medical supplies extracting a silvery tray, a gleaming scalpel, and a single sirette of Med-X placing them on top of the boulder next to the man, needle and scalpel on top of the tray.
[Medicine 30] He glanced down at the wound. Blood had pooled around the thigh staining his trousers and leaking down the leg staining it a bright red. Pale, breathing erratically, suffered notable blood loss, not mention of poisoning or allergies to pain relief, his assessment was brief and analytical but without examining the wound itself mere speculation.
He picked up the knife explaining to the wounded man that he was a surgeon and was merely intending to examine the wound and cut into the fabric, the sharpened blade passing through the material with ease, exposing the wound. Chamber's cleared away the hot rivulets of blood streamed down the outside of the leg from several tough tears and contusions in the skin observing jagged metallic objects protruding from the flesh.
" I want to take him to the town Doc." He said hurriedly to the other gun slinger knowing that field surgery would likely do more harm than help in this case, the wound could potentially become infected if sand or grit managed to get in. "What's your play hero?"
[Medicine 40] Despite the caravanner's mewling Chambers continued to treat the wound, cleaning the wound with a linen rag so that the wounds could be easily identified, slipping the surgical tubing out of his hair creating a makeshift tourniquet tied just about the thigh. Assured that his work would hold the short journey through the township he injected the Med-X into the wounded area.
[Survival 30] Despite having seen to the wounds the mention of the Radscorpion concerned the surgeon greatly. He momentarily began searching around just off the roadside, returning a second later arms full of buffalo gourd seeds which he paired with strips of linen bandaging.
"If you are going to go take one of these to the Ranger. Handing the Mercenary the materials for two Snakebite Tourniquets. He'll know what to do."
Then he returned to his patient. The affected limb quickly lost all feeling in it limply dragging across the ground as the doctor carried the man's weight on his back towards the clinic.
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.11 10:46:00 -
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Max was perched up on a nearby building with a pair of binoculars and his sniper at the ready. Max being already bitter with the NCR trader, decided he would take it out on powder gangers that threatened the town. Noticing two figures top the horizon, max started thinking of why the caravan was allowed to come up such a dangerous route. Maybe if he stopped at the mojave outpost and talked with the "ranger" there, he would get his answer.
The two figures started to get closer. Judging from their clothing, they were NCRCF convicts. One seemed to be Hispanic and the other a African-American. Pulling up his rifle, max took aim. He only had 1 shot to scare of the others. Taking aim at the African-American, than the Hispanic. Slowly moving between the targets, pondering to himself which would live...Max lined up his scope, focused on his targets head. After a moment, a loud crack filled the air and echoed toward the the town and the small canyons surrounding the area. The bullet flew steady, hitting what he intended. It knocked the hat off of the African-American's hat. Max still peering through his scope watched the two men panic, and turn around and leave with haste.
With a heavy breathe, Max started to relax. Getting up, he started to go back into town to check what the situation was. He cared little for the injured NCR trader. His own fault he is injured. Should've just died there with his caravan and left on the sun baked asphalt. Regardless, Max was already on the ground and heading back. Hopefully the tribal already fixed him.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
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 - 2015.06.11 14:35:00 -
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"As you say Ranger" replied Lucas as the other left. He purchased three bottles of water from Chet, brining his count up to 5. He'll be thirsty over the journey but rationing should give him enough, hopefully picking up more in Primm. He'd headed back to the saloon and rented a bed for the night.
He'd washed his face in the morning using the sink after another restless night, dark patches clear under his eyes. He prepared himself for the journey. Walking out he saw the Ranger, giving him a short nod but staying silent, waiting for the third. Eventually the Surgeon showed up spear in hand and throwing knives at the hip, it was the first time Lucas got a proper look at him.
[Perception]'Hmm, looks like he could be tribal. Or just looted that stuff' he thought to himself as he approached.
As with the others, he was distracted by the man running towards them. Instinctively he aimed his rifle, he was ready to take a shot if he started looking aggressive but he lowered the gun when the Ranger got in the way and approached the man. He stayed behind the others while the spoke to the man, still wary of him. As the Ranger left Lucas moved closer to take his place, keeping an eye out in case any one else came running brandishing a gun.
It was amusing, the Ranger had given a speech about protecting innocents and just left this one in the care of the Surgeon. He left him to treat the Caravanner until he was addressed directly. "The Ranger? Alright Doc." Lucas headed out the way the Ranger left and encountered him as he was returning. "Ranger, the Doc says to give these to you, tells me you'd know what to do with them. Don't ask me what for."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.11 15:41:00 -
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Max was climbing down from the roof of the building when he noticed the mercenary walking to him. He almost reminds max of a naked brotherhood knight. Pre-war tech in his hand. Old world still has fight in it. Still looking for its enemy.
"Yes I do...Interesting...This comes from out east. From the tribes. Read the sands and watch the land. Use it like your weapon. Use it to save yourself in more ways than one. Use it to kill your enemies in more ways than one. Learned how to use it from a tribal. Learned it from him when he walked the long 15. Shares my anger of the NCR and Legion. Peculiar from him. Regardless, thank you". Feeling strangely forlorn, max started walking to the town doctor to acquire another item of interest.
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As Chambers and Ringo stumbled through the door to Doc Mitchell's clinic a single shot rang out from the edge of the wastes drowning out all noise. While gun shots of course were a common sound in the Mojave one so close to the town of Goodsprings was a dreadfully disturbing thought for the citizenry.
Through one of the heavily dusted windows the small faces of a moustached balding man appeared staring out through the web of cracks which gleamed in the noonday sun.
Before the surgeon could even knock on the door the burst through the open door taking the patient from him and drawing him off into one into the surgery and placing him on top of one of the operating tables. He noted the tourniquet and cleaned wounds and turned and expectant eye to the young tribal.
[Medicine 35] " I inspected the wound and used a clean linen rag to clean and a length of surgical tubing to tourniquet the wounded area. Also applied a moderate dose of Med-X for pain relief...." He stated, surmising what he'd been able to achieve in the short time given to him. "Patient was running on the wound, said Powder Gangers had been chasing him, and a Radscorpion... looks like shrapnel wounds to me."
Chambers shuffled uncomfortably hiding the Buffalo Gourd Seeds behind his back feeling rather foolish for having resorted to superstitious tribal medicine he'd learned from the village Elder but quickly reconsidered. Medicine was not the place for ego, either something could be done or it couldn't. You had to known when to give up.
I don't even know if the man was stung, he thought to himself, but if we rely on this he could die.
"Hmmmmmm. I see. You didn't want to attempt field surgery?" Doc Mitchell's questioned absently as he prepared to operate on the limb.
Blood rushed to the surgeon's face. Oh he'd truly wanted to try his hand at removing the metal shards but so close to town with proper medical facilities the option seemed less preferable in his opinion. " I didn't want to risk infection..... also I prepared this Snakebite Tourniquet just in case. I couldn't find any sting wounds but without Antivenom this was the best I could do....."
The Doctor said nothing only waved for him to leave which he did. An hour later looking slightly more worse for wear Doc Mitchell's stepped out of surgery, made himself a whisky and nuka, and returned to the hallway where Chambers had slumped up against a bookcase snoring softly.
"Y'did a fairly good job young'un" He said with a slight tap of his boot. "Cleaned and bound the wound. What'd you have done if you'd been out on the trail though?"
The younger doctor was silent for a moment as he considered the question his brow furrowing. He pushed himself out of the tiny alcove where he'd been sleeping with a groan stretching his cramped muscles. "I'd have done what I could. If anything at all."
Mitchell's shook his head disapprovingly taking another sip of the dark alcohol causing Chmaber's to take out his own half bottle of Vodka and take a long draught with a shaking hand. "When it comes to doctorin' young'un you gotta keep your head. Could of sterilised the wound with that. If you're in a pinch you might not have time to clean the wounds out like you did nor can you afford to give up on a man...."
Chambers looked ashamed.
"Either way young'un you were part of that Ranger's company. Might want to mosy on outta town. Locals are likely to pick you as the varmints that shot poor Ringo."
The Wasteland surgeon nodded slipping on his worn cap in the same motion and grabbed his spear from the wall. He thanked Doc Mitchells and made for the door to go and look for the other two gunslingers whom he suspected were likely engaged in one form of butcher or another. Though the lack of subsequent gunshots of flash of laser rifle fire was a comfort as he opened the door. As he did so he noted a rusted old shovel by the door and when he asked if he could have it the old Doctor replied in the affirmative.
He snatched the tool up slinging it over his other shoulder and made back for the road passing by the Ranger and Mercenary who seemed to be no worse for wear than before.
"The poor bastard you shot." He asked coldly. " Where's his body cooling?"
"Crush all who complain!"
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.11 22:39:00 -
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"His death is simply postponed. Fear can sometimes be the strongest tool in your arsenal. To think that I would kill a man for simply attempting to bring a message...what type of world would it be if courier killed courier?"... Max shifted over slightly to face the wandering doctor. Still examining him. Very young to be a wanderer out in the Mojave. Especially if he came out from east. "I am alpha and omega, beginning and end...".
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Posted - 2015.06.11 23:26:00 -
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The words from the Ranger after 'tribes' was mostly nonsense to Lucas. Seemed like he was talking about some sort of poison, or, given the injured man, a remedy. Regardless it was beyond his own knowledge. Of course with the Rangers ramblings he managed to slip in yet another remark against the NCR. The way he goes on about them would make a man think they were the second apocalypse if they didn't know better. The Doc arrived from treating the stranger shortly after followed by another exchange between the two which Lucas interrupted "Don't mean to interrupt your ramblings Ranger, but unless there's any more business to clear up here I think it's time we headed"
Travelling with those two seemed like it'd end up with guns pointed at each other before long. Beats a boring journey at least.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.11 23:39:00 -
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"I will give onto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. Do either of you know what that means?" Max stood almost impatiently for a response. Behind his helmet was clear annoyance to the mercenary's ignorance. "Water has been a deciding factor for every civilization. I know this land and what is here. Where the springs are and where death hides. Get to your destinations without listening, you'll be some abominations next meal."
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Posted - 2015.06.12 02:09:00 -
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Chambers raised an doubtful eyebrow at the Ranger. The words that he spoke nothing but abstract nonsense sounding more like the psychotic ravings of Jet addicts he'd usually have council to seek psychiatric help rather than trusted with a long rifle. Still the promise of caps and perhaps at least some companionable talk with a stranger, or god help him, the mercenary was too strong to resist.
"It's Revelations. 21:6 from the King James Bible..... if I recall it correctly. The Church of the Road always used to spout off scripture like this. I never really took to it. Far too busy learning to operate from the camp Doc."
This would be a long journey he reflected with a sigh allowing the shovel to drop from his shoulder where it then clattered against the asphalt. At least no-one was dead yet, and more to the point at least he didn't have to dig any graves in the baking hot wasteland sun.
The surgeon turned to face the armoured mercenary flicking his eyes up to the stock of the laser weapon nervously, then on to the horizon where the snaking lines of the road seemed to disappeared into the rocky landscape in a malignant haze. Water would be important here, unlike the East the climate here was arid and it defied and confused the senses leaving the lips parched and the head spinning..
Still he hated admitting the ranger was right. He'd need more than his share of it with the sterilising Vodka barely worth passing around the evening camp fire. He'd need more before the journey was done. His often ended up being the comical tale of the perpetually broke doctor too freely giving away his medicines for few enough caps. Perhaps the Ranger wouldn't mind giving him a loan.
He nodded his support of the Mercenaries suggestion. It was time they left.
"We need to hit the road. Since it seems our pal over here ran off the Gangers perhaps we can make some good time to Primm or the I-15 turn off."
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Maximus Mobius
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Posted - 2015.06.12 02:29:00 -
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"Fair enough. We might make it to Primm by evening tomorrow if we depart now. But we will make it a goal to make it to the goodspring's source. Geckos probably infested it. We might have a bit of target practice to go with it". Max than making his way to the road, started walking down the I-15 south.
After a bit of a walk, the small group made it to the goodspring's source. There was a strange lack of geckos there but it allowed for more time on the road. Max opened his duffle and spilled out almost 15 empty bottles and started filling each of them up. Those bottles and drinks were meant for one to survive for a week. But Max knew if it was all rationed properly, they would make it no worse for wear.
After filling up the bottles, he put them all back in his bag.
[Strong back] These bottles shouldn't weigh me down as bad as my other longer treks I take. Leaving heavier prints in the sand and dust. Slow myself down enough for a worthwhile cause".
As they walked down the long 15, Max noticed he strode out a bit ahead of the mercenary and the tribal doctor. They were talking with each other. The distance was slightly to great to hear exactly what they spoke about but Max cared little to slow down and find out. All he cared currently was getting to Nipton.
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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."
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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 ]
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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
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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.
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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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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. ))
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Jakar Umbra
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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.
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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
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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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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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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?"
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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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Jakar Umbra
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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."
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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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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.
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True Adamance
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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!"
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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.
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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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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."
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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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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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"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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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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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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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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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!"
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Jakar Umbra
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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.))
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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.
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Spademan
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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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Posted - 2015.06.14 20:25:00 -
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As Max walked back, he noticed how Lucas put his glasses on. "Besides plaguing us with the stench of urine, he seems to have stabilized. Not sure about the tribal though. He seems ornery enough to cut his losses, kill the doctor and run... I just realized, I never gave you my name, have I?"
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.14 20:56:00 -
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Lucas let out a light chuckle at the Rangers comments about the Doctor before answering the Ranger's question. "Nope, don't reckon you did. I ain't in the habit of asking, lotta folks I meet don't want people knowing too much about them. That or they give a different name wherever they go. Still, if you'd like to oblige me feel free."
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Chmabers shrugged.
"He seems more or less harmless to me as well." He admitted leaning against the side of the shack running a hand through his dishevelled hair to straighten it. "Seems our guest has a soft spot in him for pre-war books. Did little else but read."
Stifling a yawn he squinted southwards following the asphalt as far as could be seen shivering as the cool morning air touched his exposed skin. A slight smile coloured his features as the Ranger broke character for a brief moment abandoning the sanctimonious metaphor laden speech and using something more informal. Had he not known any better be might have assumed this was the man's typical manner of speech.
Suddenly the door opened and the Ranger strode out in the morning air, the shack door obscuring the Abbey member from sight. Max had obviously not been paying attention when he exited the shack and began speaking about him oblivious to his presence behind the door of the shack that had just opened. Not a morning person, he thought to himself, best I let it go than make something of it.
"Hmph. Here I was thinking I was a Good Natured and well adjusted wasteland surgeon. I've still apparently have a lot to learn" He stated loudly from behind the door, a note of humour in his voice.
"Crush all who complain!"
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 21:06:00 -
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"Fair enough. Names mean little in these times." Max noticed a pile of wood on top of a old tire. After a moment of kindling with a lighter he picked up from a Vegas novelty shop, the makeshift camp fire started burning. Max than started to cook the gecko meat.
"Lucas, go into my dufflebag and retrieve me my 2 large iron rod prongs along the length of the bag. Take anything else and I'll cut off your small finger. This meat is difficult to handle not to get dirty".
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.14 21:11:00 -
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Jason looked at the group. The ranger and the wanderer were outside. The gunshots that he had heard were most likely related to the Gecko that the man was carrying with him. Jason chewed some more on the Brahmin jerky; someday he had to learn how to properly cook for himself instead of relying on the food of others.
The two men were talking, seemingly about their names. They're travelling together and haven't even told each other their names? Was this normal?
"I assume I'm travelling with you?" he asked none of them in particular, or all of them at once.
Jason squinted a little in the morning light as he looked south down the I-15 toward Primm. At the moment it was out of view. He continued to chew on his jerky and took a sip of water from his canteen as he waited for an answer and for the ranger to cook the Gecko meat.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.14 21:26:00 -
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"You think me a common thief? I am hurt, truly." Lucas delivered in a sarcastic tone. Returning to the shack he accessed the Rangers bag, considering a moment inspecting its contents to learn more about him. Pushing the thought out of his head he retrieved the rods and returned them to the Ranger with nothing more than a grunt.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 21:31:00 -
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"Unless you wish to walk the road on your lonesome. I doubt the Legion would attack you but gangers, random raiders, mongrels or some other abomination might be interested in you.
After a while and the meat was cooked and the group ate their share, and the Max looked at the doctor. "Now make your decision. If you decide to walk with us, you must carry our burden with us. If not, I am not responsible for your safety".
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.14 22:22:00 -
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Jason considered the ranger's offer and for a brief moment the thought of activating his Stealth Boy and walking away crossed his mind. However that would, on some level, make him irresponsible since he could offer some assistance to these people. He hoped he wouldn't regret the decision.
"I suppose I'll travel with you. Just don't expect me to kill anyone."
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Chambers looked up from his Gecko Steak his interest piqued. He'd been eating in silence, his expression glum, less so brooding about what the Ranger had said and more about being ignored completely. Still the words from the newest member of their company seemed reassuring enough and the possibility of sharing a conversation with another trained doctor would be very informative.
"Heya pal we'll get on fine then. You can call me Eddie Chambers....all of you can. It's not my real name but it's what the chose to call me in the Abbey." He said shuffling closer to the small fire holding out a hand. "Sorry about at that.......unpleasantness before. Just a bad habit from the road. I mean an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure right?"
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 22:51:00 -
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"Death is following everyone. Just a question of how close. It is your decision if you want to stop them long enough for death to catch up. And you indeed can help "Eddie" over here. A aspiring doctor. Maybe he could join the followers and learn more."
As the group set off, They passed a gas station infested with radscorpions. The small group made quick work of them and managed to scavenge a few boxes of cram, Salisbury steak, chewing gum and assorted ammunition. Once they set out, they all knew they would have to stop at the Mojave outpost to acquire more supplies and sell off other things.
"That statue. A spit in my face. A memorial to where the desert rangers died. A beacon to the legion of weakness. Of another lost flag. Rolled over by the bear. Its claw marked into the Mojave now. It makes me sick to my stomach".
The group than started to walk up the long 15 to the Mojave outpost. And Max having to deal with the frustration and disgust of such a(n) atrocity and the people there that raised it.
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Posted - 2015.06.14 23:08:00 -
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"Is it really necessary that we stop here" said Lucas questioning why the group went out of their way instead of heading straight to Nipton. He'd come through here just a few days ago and wasn't keen on being back. He looked at the statue as the Ranger criticised it. 'Could just built a **** and make the same statement' he thought to himself. The caravans waiting to get through seemed to be much greater in number than when he'd passed earlier. He approached Max "You got a score to settle here?"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.14 23:24:00 -
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Jason looked to the tribal who introduced himself as Eddie Chambers.
"Jason Carter," he introduced himself. "If you're not careful the side effects from the prevention can cause a pound of another problem entirely," Jason stated a little too knowledgeable about the idea himself.
Jason looked at the ranger. The man was a little cold, even for one of those legends he heard so much about. Had something happened to make this man so or was that simply how he was?
He was surprised when they didn't make the stop at Primm, but Jason was unwilling to risk a confrontation with the ranger who had seen fit to put a knife to his throat the night before. The place looked a little off as they passed around it. The streets were empty, a fact that unnerved him. Had something happened?
The Mojave Outpost. Jason had never really seen it. The large statues he had seen in the distance turned out to be that of an NCR Ranger shaking hands with a Desert Ranger. The ranger himself seemed a little upset about it. With the negative ideas about it in his head from the ranger, Jason realised quickly that it was enough to steel to build a shelter or two for people who might need it. Even now in the setting sun, the long shadow cast by it provided quite a reprieve from the oppressive heat.
"If you don't mind I would like to check for some more medical supplies, maybe some raw materials."
The caravans were backed up. Jason didn't have a great deal of caps, but he wondered if he could convince one of the caravan merchants to part with some supplies cheaply since they didn't seem to be able to move on. Some sales are better than no sales right? He might have to look into one of the books or magazines he carried to come up with a good strategy to approach this.
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Eddie had spent a great deal of time picking through the remains of the abandoned gas station they'd located just off of the I-15 pawing through the remains of an Old World convenience store that was the Nipton Road Rest Stop looking for anything valuable that stood out to him.
They'd initially had some trouble wresting control of the blasted ruins back from the radscorpions that had infested them however the mutants had soon be taken care of. He'd not even needed the .357 for that blinding one with a throwing knife before running his spear through the chitinous shell. He was careful to avoid the largest of the mob weaving through the scuttling limbs and threatening stingers crippling any limbs that came into his spears range.
He smiled to himself as he pushed a heavy steel door one, the rusted hinges groaning with effort. Two dead and not a single shell wasted. He was looking for the stores first aid kit. Perhaps in all the time travellers had passed along the I-15 few had dared brave the rest-stop long enough to ransack it.
As it turned out someone had. The valuable supplies were missing and only a few lengths of surgical tubing, an ancient blood pack, and a few small empty syringes still in their sealed packaging. He also made sure to cut the poison glands our of the dead radscorpions storing them as well as they either proved effective in crafting antivenom solutions or at securing him dinner.
Content that he had what he needed Chambers caught up with the rest of he group at the base of the highway leading up to the Mojave Outpost somewhat astounded at the sight of the Ranger statue. He was when Max began to speak bitterly of the effigy but didn't show it.
"We going on up or pushing East?" He asked, keen to move on, a frown appearing on his face as an altogether too familiar smell reached his nostrils. " We've barely covered any miles at all today and I don't fancy standing in Brahmin dung for another afternoon."
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.14 23:52:00 -
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"The living must speak with the dead. A ranger must speak with a ghost. Do what you must but I have someone to talk to and straighten something out". Max than left for the roof of the first building where a pale woman was standing. She was wearing large authority glasses and wore a ranger hat.
After an hour, Max walked away from the roof of the building silent. Still wearing his helmet, his eyes more lifeless than usual. He walked into the bar and noticed Eddie and Jason at the bar but Luke was no where to be seen.
"Where is the Mercenary, Eddie? We're leaving. I'm leaving. Must let history keep or I will be condemned to repeat it. The desert rangers are now rolling in their Mojave graves and I must leave before I come to exact revenge."
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"Not sure Ranger Rick." He replied jingling a small pouch with caps. "Haven't seen him since you went up on the roof. Been in the hills looking for Bark Scorpions and talking with the caravanners for the most part. Only just got here myself."
He'd not had any Nightstalker Blood on him at the time so the glands did little enough for him other than fetch a handful of caps, most of which he'd then spent again on a pair of stimpacks and a few dosages of Rad-X. What few caps remained would have to suffice until he could find another pre-war sight to scavenge.
He'd kept one of the glands though and spent a good twenty minutes just off the path near to where the lines of merchants were starting to form collecting venom from the immature Bark Scorpions eventually amassing enough to create a small vial of Silver Sting poison. He'd then joined a pair of merchants around their small hot plate and brewed up the concoction chatting amicably with them.
"Crush all who complain!"
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Posted - 2015.06.15 00:16:00 -
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Max than walked out from the bar and started walking down the hill. He wasn't going to spend anytime waiting for his companions to get up off their asses. He was to enraged to stay.
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Posted - 2015.06.15 00:22:00 -
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Eddie glanced around looking for Jason, unsure if the man was even there. He was continually perplexed by the Ranger's strange behaviour. Gruff and philosophical as he was it was slowly becoming more obvious that the fellow was more than capable and comfortable alone on the open range albeit poorly suited for travelling with companions.
"Jason!" He called tentatively. "We'd best get along.... before he kills someone."
He caught up with the Ranger outside catching up with the armoured man quickly.
"What the deal then Ranger? What did your Ghost say to **** you off so much?"
"Crush all who complain!"
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Jason looked at the ranger as he spoke - Max was it? What books had this man's mind consumed that made him speak the way he did? Jason wondered as the man walked off.
After an inquiry to one of the patrolling soldiers Jason found his way to what was the general store of the area though it also served as the barracks and bar. Jason was not the type to drink, though whiskey and vodka could make for some pretty good impromptu disinfectants. After a few minutes of haggling Jason managed to get some more Brahmin jerky, some trail mix and a bag of medical supplies.
Sitting there, Jason realised he had not actually taken a look at the laser pistol that was supposed to protect him for a while. He took a seat at a table to the side and placed the weapon there. After rooting around for his smaller tools he began inspecting it. The lenses and focusing crystals were fine, but he still made sure they were fixed firmly in place. Everything else seemed to be set in place and calibrated properly, though he could not be sure unless he fired the weapon.
He then pulled out the book he had been reading and continued. Page 160.
He was so focused on reading that he barely noticed the ranger coming in seeking to leave the Mojave Outpost already. Wouldn't it make sense for them to stay the night? It would most definitely be night before they reached Nipton.
Jason rose from his seat as Eddie called him. "I'd rather he didn't," Jason responded to Eddie's statement.
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Posted - 2015.06.15 00:31:00 -
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When Max left to speak to Ghost, Lucas made his way to the barracks to speak with Knight. He walked up to him and without looking up he spoke in a clearly bored voice. "Caravan, courier..." "We been through this already. Mercenary" replied Lucas cutting him off. "Couriers, you had any come in that are headed west?" Knight looked up at him for the first time "It's not customary for me to details of who passes through to a civilian." "Look Knight, this is important. I need this letter delivered."
Knight stayed silent for a while before letting out a sigh. "Very well. There's one by the gate about to leave, waiting on some final paperwork. Scar across his nose."
Lucas thanked the Major and left promptly to find this courier that Knight had described. It didn't take long, the scar was very distinctive. "Courier! You're headed west correct? I need you to deliver a letter to a man in Junktown." Slowly, the courier returned his gaze "Sorry mate, that's a bit out of my way." Hearing that, Lucas tossed a pouch of caps to him. The courier weighed it to get an idea of how much it held. "That'll do it, who's the guy?" "Dark skinned, severe burn scars across the left half of his face. Usually wears a suit and hangs out at Gizmo's casino. Goes by the name of Marshall." "Consider it done friend." as Lucas finished his description he had already begun to leave. He made his way back to the the statue under the shade.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Posted - 2015.06.15 00:36:00 -
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Max turned to Eddie and simply said, "History". Max continued down the hill regardless if they were following him or not. If he stayed, he would be liable for too many tragedies. Too many widows. Too many fatherless & motherless children. Too many graves.
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As he saw the others leaving the outpost he rejoined them to continue on to Nipton, laser rifle ever at the ready for any surprises that may come.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.15 00:48:00 -
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History. Jason turned the singular word over in his head a few times.
Post traumatic stress perhaps? No he didn't seem to suffer any of the symptoms, except maybe being a little jumpy. Perhaps he simply holds some grudge, an object or event over which he obsesses? It was becoming clear the man wasn't really a ranger, or at least an NCR ranger as Jason knew them to be. The man was... volatile, was the first word that came to mind. The next word was 'vindictive'.
Jason turned his head around looking for the mercenary, Lucas. Were they going to leave him behind? Jason pushed up his glasses once again.
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History.
Eddies jaw dropped as the Ranger stalked off. It more or less told him nothing that he probably couldn't have already guessed. The bitterness in his voice was enough to let him know not to dawdle.
He caught sight of Lucas making his way back to the road, Laser Rifle held at the ready before him so that the merchants would know to make way. Jason on the other hand appeared lost until Eddie tapped him on the shoulder pointing out the mercenary picking his way towards the Ranger.
" It will be soon....." He said off handedly grinding the butt of his spear into the dirt by the road side offering the Follower a cynical grin.
"Seems we're off for a little tumble down towards Nipton, stupid call really but our Ranger's got some radroach on his back as sure as you have your's...and it apparently is messing him up more than he'll admit. Except unlike you and me he's not smart enough to rationalise it out as one ****** up thing in a long a series of ****** up things, and unlike you he's just hard enough that he can try to live through it without screaming his lungs bloody. Come on. We'd better catch up to them."
"Crush all who complain!"
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Posted - 2015.06.15 01:28:00 -
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"I suppose," Jason stated. "I can't say I like admitting it but he needs an outlet. The unfortunate part is the only outlet for the way he's behaving might be shooting a definitive enemy." Jason frowned. It was a hypothesis much like the ones he was trained to make, but he didn't like making it. It was as though he was asking for trouble just so the ranger might have a way to vent. He just hoped that whoever got in the ranger's way wasn't an innocent.
He followed on behind them as they made their way down the hill and onto the road towards Nipton with Eddie. The moon was visible now and a coyote howled in the distance. A minute later another one howled in response.
Jason sighed. "I really hope this guy doesn't get me killed," he said quietly. He checked the time on the handheld Pip-Boy. Time for another Mentat.
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"You're not the only one pal." He mumbled and set off after the others.
"Crush all who complain!"
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Maximus Mobius
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Posted - 2015.06.15 01:39:00 -
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Max turned on his night vision and kept walking down the road. Nipton was his next stop. Either he would get there or he would go back and die killing those that killed his flag. NCR to him was just another plague that needed to be dealt with and exterminated.
Max kept his bowie knife and revolver close at hand. He had little trust to those that weren't Mojave native. Having enough practice fighting Legionaires in knife fights and chem fiends in gun fights, he understood how to catch an enemy off guard.
Seeing the three catch up to him, he realized that they needed him for their own selfish needs. He knew it would be easier for them to just shoot him in his back and loot him but he knows that would mean their deaths in the long run. They had not truly made their acquaintance with a Prime Legionaire or Decanus looking for a worthy opponent or another slave.
While on the road to nipton, he knew he was a ways ahead of the group. Either he was moving too fast or they were moving slowly for a reason. He knew he would have to take out what was in his dufflebag eventually. He began to face little option but to be better armed. His death was speeding up, though he wasn't sure of which direction.
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Jason winced a little as he walked along. He was getting a headache. How? he wondered Was it because he had not slept the night before? He had taken the Mentat hat should stop it from coming on right? Still he kept pace fighting through it. Hopefully they would reach Nipton and he could finally take a break in the town, if he could rent a room to sleep in without being solicited by someone.
There was chittering off to his left as they walked down the road. Ants? He had remembered seeing a colony in the old dried up lake bed. The chittering was distant so he doubted they would be a problem.
"He's going to kill you, you know." Jason's heart skipped a beat as the voice entered his head and he almost tripped on the road. The Mentats weren't working. He fumbled for the tin in his jacket and swallowed. "Can't shut me out forever," the voice stated mockingly.
Ahead of the ranger Jason thought he saw something by an abandoned destroyed building at the side of the road in the moonlight; the silhouette of a person ducking behind the wall. Was it a trick of the light or his mind? Visual hallucinations were not a symptom of his.
((Anyone up for some combat? Be reasonable though.))
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As the night wore on it was becoming increasingly apparent to Eddie that their party would not be stopping until they reached the outskirts of Nipton, a trip that we was becoming convinced would take the better part of the night at their current pace. Ahead of them, barely visible apart from the glow his helmets eyes, the ranger stalked at a pace Chamber's was pretty sure he could match having the distinct advantage of no encumbrance from either armour nor a heavy pack.
That being said he had little desire to walk in silence behind a man who barely spared him a passing thought. Despite this he felt compelled to at least hear what the Ranger had to say....if he had anything to say.
"I'm going to try and get a read on our friend up there." He said pointing before jogging up the road.
Beside the road was the crumbling ruins of a small two storey building he'd travelled past on his journey to Goodsprings, thanking Trudy for advising him not to travel north from the small township and instead skirt around the more dangerous central regions of the wastes. The night seemed calm and placid but for the chattering of a small ant colony off to their left in the salt pans of the Dry Lake and even the air seemed calm with a small breeze barely kicking up any dust from the road.
Perhaps it was because he was already on edge or perhaps it was something on the air, Eddie still wouldn't know quite what it was later, but several day old memory was recalled into his mind with a vivid clarity.
[Survival 30] A dry wind, sun beating down upon his head, carrion eaters circling o'er head, the Outpost nothing but faint lines on an unforgiving horizon, he faint smell of mesquite suffusing the air mixed with something earthy. Something smoky. Intimately familiar. The barely smouldering remains of a hastily kicked out campfire.
Something that ultimately would not have been out of the ordinary in any other circumstance, on any other road. Except this road led nowhere now. Nipton was dead, he knew that and the nearest settlement he'd encountered was Novac some miles far North. The building itself was isolated, the landscape around it exposed and flanked by two Dry Lakes, cut through by a single arterial road.
He kept his pace covering ground, slowing would let anyone watching know he might suspect an ambush. Eyes scanning the crumbling walls for signs of movement flicking occasionally back to the Ranger who seemed to lost in his own musings. The last few meters between him and the Ranger were open group, solid tar seal with good footing. His hand behind his back where he tried to wave frantically warning the two lagging behind him of his suspicions then dropped to the .357 concealed in his waist band, he struggled to loosen it.
His pace slowed but a moment.......all hell broke loose.
"Crush all who complain!"
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Maximus Mobius
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Posted - 2015.06.15 03:30:00 -
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Raiders poured out in a sudden ambush. Guns blasting in the darkness. Realizing what was happening, Max pulled out two concealed ranger sequoia's he had hidden in his trench coat and quickly took a shot at a raider charging him with a lead pipe. He blew out a chunk of his brain but got shot in the leg by a .38 caliber revolver. Fumbling over, he kept shooting at the light flashes' sources. Than he also realized laser beams were being blasted at the raiders.....or from the raiders. Too much was occurring and Max's mind was too bent on revenge to care about raiders.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.15 03:45:00 -
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Jason fell to the ground as Eddie tried to wave him and the mercenary back. He picked a direction away from the oncoming fire toward the other destroyed building across the road from the one the raiders or bandits or whatever they were were pouring out of. A bullet impacted the wall as he scrambled over it.
Unfortunately no ambush would be complete without someone coming from a different angle and Jason had the misfortune of running into that someone. The raider almost seemed surprised to see someone come scrambling over the wall so suddenly but not surprised enough as he raised his 9mm pistol to shoot.
Jason's hand clutched a piece of rubble and he threw it. There was a thump as it connected. The man shouted, cursed and raised the pistol again. Jason threw another rock. This one was lucky enough to knock the gun out of his hand. The man cursed as it fell into the shadow of a wall, drawing his knife to attack.
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Flat repetitive cracks of a 10mm Pistol were his world punctuated only by the irregular snarling from the barrel of a lever-action repeater. The highway was wreathed in fire, a maelstrom of smoking iron barrels and charges of raw energy whose mere touch commuted all to ash.
Eddie scrabbled across the flat top abandoning his pack spear clutched in his left hand thrusting himself into cover as rounds tore chucks from the highway.
He had barely a moment to react as a shuffling from around the back of the building drew his attention away from his companions. He had little time to prepare as a few fevered shouts from the far side of the building sounded and the heavy footfalls sounded close by.
A leather armoured raider stepped from the around the back of the building and rushed him wielding a heavy iron pipe. She swung it with a rough grunt, dust fountaining from the impact, where his hand had been mere moments ago before heGÇÖd had the sense to withdraw it. Her skin was pock marked and bore the signs of prolonged exposure to radiation, lips were a cracked mess of half healed scabs, hair a mangy orange in patches.
He raised the .357 revolver supporting himself against the shattered wall trying to slow his breathing and steady his shaking arms. The pistol was heavy in his hands. Heavier than it had been in a long time. The cool caress of gunmetal shattered his moment of self-reflection however. He steeled himself raising the barrel, the revolver roaring.
The bullets took the grime covered woman in the chest slipping through her leather armour and ribs with ease at the short range and blowing fist sized craters out of her back in a spray of fine blood and gore that covered the crumbling brick work like gossamer.
More footfalls as another man stumbled around the side of the building wielding what looked to be a 10mm pistol tripping over his predecessorGÇÖs corpse. A horrified look dawned across his features as he realised the surgeon staggering to his feet had the drop on him.
Eddie fired again.
Nothing but a slight metallic click of the hammer on a dun shell.
"Crush all who complain!"
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Posted - 2015.06.15 12:54:00 -
[92] - Quote
"Follower, eh? I almost feel bad," the raider stated, brandishing the knife in the moonlight. Jason knew he should run, activate the Stealth Boy and just run. Still fear paralysed him.
"If you're not going to run, you have to kill him," the voice stated. It was louder now, the migraine was pounding. He felt as though his skull was swelling. "Kill him!"
As the man lunged Jason ducked out of the way of the blade and reached for the something, anything. Rather than his hand finding the laser pistol that was caught between him and the ground, his hand closed around the familiar, slender form of a scalpel in one of his pockets. He pulled it out quickly, the sheath of the small blade flying off as the man reached out his free hand to stop Jason from skittering away.
Jason kicked and scrambled to his feet, his bag behind him on the ground. He winced, "Don't- don't make me hurt you," Jason stated pushing out the echoing voice in his ears.
"Kill him. Kill him. Kill him! Make him bleed!"
"You can't hurt me," the raider stated confidently and lunged again.
Jason stumbled back as the blade caught him across the shoulder. The man stood over Jason holding the blade, ready to plunge it into him.
((So just so you know I already have an idea what's going to happen but I'm cutting off at certain points so other things can happen during the time, or as a precaution in case something someone else does might intervene whether directly or indirectly.))
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Posted - 2015.06.15 13:48:00 -
[93] - Quote
Max was behind a wall. Injected a stimpack near his bullet wound, he got up. He could feel the strength come back and the pain leave. Gunfire was muted in his ears. His heartbeat was all he could hear.
"You're deadly ranger. A big iron on your hip and fire coming from your trail". Remembering his time with the original desert rangers. "Death from a distance eh? Heh...You really don't die, do ya ranger?"... Rage started to fill Max's mind. Good memories from his now dead friends...all gone. "Let history keep Max, or you will be condemned to repeat it."...The courier spoke the truth. "I must not allow it to than..."
Reloading his revolvers with a devilish sleight of hand, he turned the corner and shot 2 raiders behind cover in the head. "Raze it, raze it even to the foundation." Max recited psalm 137:9 while gunning down the raiders behind cover, caring little for personal safety.
Once Max ran out of shots, he pulled out his bowie knife and lunged at the raider near Jason trying to kill him. "Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against thy stone. Happy shall he be." The bowie knife dragged along the raiders gullet to his temple slowly. Upon pulling out the knife, blood sprayed violently from the raiders severed jugular.
"Kill the gentiles...Purify the land." Max than looked at Jason gripping a scalpel tightly. Silently and unmoving, Max looked at Jason with the Crimson red eyes from his helmet in utter silence.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.06.15 22:13:00 -
[94] - Quote
The approach to Nipton was relieving. The idea of spending some time in a proper settlement was appealing, not to mention a half decent bed. But the ambushing raiders poured out of the night before he could think about it too much. After the battle cries of the first thing heard was a distinctive sound of a powerful revolver. Snapping into action Lucas took a few shots at the first raider he saw, scoring a few hits. His skill with the weapons then showed as he put a few well aimed shots into the skull of the raider.
Then he saw laser flashes, but he hadn't fired. One of the raiders had gotten their hands on an energy weapon. The trail of light lead right back to him and Lucas unleashed a volley of fire in return. Pausing a moment the Raiders laser flashes halted. But it was no time for resting, out of the corner of his eye he saw a third raider rushing him whilst roaring "I'm going to enjoy this!". Knowing that he wouldn't be able to turn and fire the more cumbersome rifle in time he lowered the weapon in his right hand and grabbed his pistol with his left and took a shot in one fluid motion. Unfortunately he failed to hit anything vital and the bullet went into the raiders arm and he tumbled into Lucas, knocking them both on the ground.
The raider was above Lucas and attempted to strike him with a pipe. Lucas grabbed his wrist as it came towards him and struggled against the raider. The bullet proved to be a great help as his other arm was limp, allowing Lucas to grab his combat knife before being overpowered. He plunged the knife into his gut and a clear look of shock surfaced on the raiders face. Blood gushed from the wound as Lucas pushed the ranger off him. But he wasn't finished, he positioned himself above the raider and proceeded to beat him. He alternated between punching and sticking his knife into one of his arms whilst yelling profanities. "You think you can attack me huh? You think you can just rob me and leave me to die? Well **** you and **** all your buddies." He then finished by sticking the knife into the man's throat and slicing outwards, afterwards he rose to his feet and gathered the weapons that were knocked out of his hands previously.
(( Level Up ))
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((Just curious, am I allowed to be a Ghoul?))
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Posted - 2015.06.15 22:47:00 -
[96] - Quote
((Yes you are jonny))
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Posted - 2015.06.15 23:04:00 -
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Something changed in the raider in the moment his panic replaced with a triumphant gap toothed grin as he raised the fire arm to point it at ChamberGÇÖs heart. He felt an ice cold chill run down his spine and his breathing caught.
GÇ£Yer bastards.GÇ¥ The raider screamed. His voice hysterical. Spittle flying from lips which quivered erratically. He looked to be a middle aged man, chin covered with a scraggly beard, head shaved but for a few missed tufts that stuck out around the sides and back. His eyes were a little too pressed together and his nose bore the makes of repeated breaks and trauma. GÇ£You was supposed to be me traders. Gonna kill at least one of you and then weGÇÖll be back. IGÇÖll be back for ye friends.GÇ¥
His finger tightened on the trigger.
He was fast. Eddie was faster. His arm was a blur and the .357 completed two full revolutions through the air striking him in the fore head, barrel first, the bobbed sight cutting the skin open.
The bearded man recovered quickly brushing the small line of blood from the wound dropped his hand to loosen the slider pulling back with a grating click and raised the weapon again.
Eddie was already in motion. He pushed himself off of the wall with all the strength he could muster. He kept his head low he covered the short distance between them before launching into a rough full bodied tackle that took the raider by surprise.
The large calibre pistol sounded angrily and a red-hot line traced itself over his shoulder and down his back.
The tackle drove the pair over the small embankment and down into the Dry Lake below, the long spear clutched in Eddies hand being torn free of his grasp as he struck a , skittering away across the hard pan into the night.
His vision pulsed as his head struck the stem of a dense patch of mesquite. He could taste blood and dirt as he struggled to rise. His back was aflame and his breathing laboured.
Something glinted off in the darkness beyond his reach. His spear. Behind him a thick accented cursing and sound of 10mm rounds piercing ant chitin as one crawled to close to his foe. Eddie seized his chance rolling towards the spear.
GÇ£YouGÇÖre ****** now.GÇ¥ He hissed from the darkness his voice steadied but guttural and animalistic in such a manners that he barely recognised it.
The spear and the tribal were already in motion before the raider had a chance to cry out spinning under the pistolGÇÖs barrel and striking at the manGÇÖs torso exhorting a tortured scream. The large automatic dropped to the roadside as his hands rose to clutch at a wound in his gut where his thrust had cut deeply into the area where his kidney should have been.
Eddie dropped into a defensive crouch, hefting the spear over his shoulder so that the tip pointed down towards his foeGÇÖs legs. Eddie side stepped a blind sweep, striking back ferociously with the butt of the spear, hammering another blow into the abdominal area driving his foe to his knees and laying the tip of his spear against the wounded manGÇÖs chest.
The raiders final look of surprise said it all. The run would be easy heGÇÖd probably been told. Nothing but easily cowed traders and their Brahmin. No Rangers. No Old World rifles. No jagged length of steel to be protruding from his chest.
Eddie pressed the spear head forwards and the man died.
He stumbled back towards the highway where the gunfight had devolved into a melee. He stopped suddenly. Wasn't right to leave the raider for the ants. Shouldering the spear he grasped the raider by his boots and dragged him back up onto the road.
((Lol I was thinking of bringing in a character who was going to be a ghoul. The other character I really wanted to RP was a talking Deathclaw or a Ghost Person. Also lol Spade how many punches is that going to take for your puny arms?  ))
"Crush all who complain!"
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Posted - 2015.06.15 23:45:00 -
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Jason stabbed the raider standing over him in the leg with the scalpel aiming for s specific location and with the amount of blood that came out of the wound, Jason knew he had found it - an artery. The knife clattered to the ground as the man dropped it, stumbling to the backward to the ground and clutching his leg.
"Don't stop now!" the voice edged on.
Adrenaline pumping, gunfire in the distance, the voice, lack of sleep. Jason kicked the man in the head snapping his head back. The raider clutched at Jason blindly no doubt dazed by the sudden vicious attack by the Follower. Jason hesitated.
"Don't stop. You want to see him bleed don't you," it was more of a statement than a question.
"No. Stop it!" Jason hissed.
"Do it! Do it!" The voice echoed from all angles. Jason looked down at the man, straight at his neck, where his carotid arteries were. "Right there," the voice noted, almost innocently.
Jason reached down, stopped, retracted his hand. The man was recovering from the kick to the head and was trying to crawl away looking for something to use as a weapon no doubt. "He'll kill you. Carve him!"
"I'm sorry. It's the only way to make him stop," Jason stated as he crouched, reaching down covering the man's mouth with his gloved hand and drew the scalpel under the man's jaw across his neck slowly, ensuring he cut both arteries. Blood spilled from his neck. The man gagged disgustingly. Remaining crouched, Jason retracted the scalpel and looked at the man struggling to live beneath him. He looked at the scalpel dripping with blood. "I-I..." The blood. "Just a taste couldn't hurt right?" he asked the voice.
"No one's going to know," the voice stated. Jason knew if it had a face it would be smiling but he couldn't help it. He knew he should stop. He could stop. He reached into his jacket with his free hand and removed the tin. It rattled a little. He looked into his hands. The tin? Or the scalpel?
"Well clearly the meds aren't working."
"I'm sorry Julie. Just a taste." With that he pushed the blood covered scalpel into his mouth.
Euphoria. Amazing. Coppery. His mind was clearer. "Good job.
Jason pulled out the scalpel and threw it to the ground and began shaking his head. What? No! They couldn't know! They can't know! He shook out two pills and swallowed. Wiping the blood from his mouth he drew his laser pistol and looked over the crumbled wall to see what was happening.
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((Character Sheet:
Name: Dr. Matthew "Doc" O'Hara
Race: Ghoul (Non-Feral)
S - 4
P - 4
E - 4
C - 9
I - 9
A - 6
L - 4
Tag: Medicine; Science; Speech
Equipment: Wasteland Doctor Fatigues, Despardo hat
Weapon: 10mm Pistol
Background: WORK IN PROGRESS))
Doc took a sip from his bottle of dirty water. He had been out in the wasteland for a couple weeks gathering supplies for his practice, though, because he was a Ghoul, he had few patience. Usually he would be inside some broken down building searching for medical supplies. Sometimes he even would go to Vault 34, not for supplies though, but to remind himself what might happen to him.
As he was looking at his map, planning his next destination, he heard the sounds of combat. He quickly folded his map, picked up his doctor's bag and rushed to the site of the battle. He saw the group take down the raiders with ease and once the fighting started to settle, he came out of his hiding space.
"You all right smooth skins?" He asked, "does anyone need help?"
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((I kinda want to retconn being a surgeon...... such a redundant T.A.G at this point.......))
"Crush all who complain!"
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((Give me a sec while I reroll))
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True Adamance wrote:((I kinda want to retconn being a surgeon...... such a redundant T.A.G at this point.......))
((Here's what I'm getting from these characters. If we run into a mechanical lock or anything requiring explosions. We're ******. If I'd known doctor would be so popular I would've gone with my Brotherhood of Steel or travelling swindler characters.))
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Jakar Umbra wrote:True Adamance wrote:((I kinda want to retconn being a surgeon...... such a redundant T.A.G at this point.......)) ((Here's what I'm getting from these characters. If we run into a mechanical lock or anything requiring explosions. We're ******. If I'd known doctor would be so popular I would've gone with my Brotherhood of Steel or travelling swindler characters.))
(( My merc actually has both of those down. Explosives is a tagged skill and Lockpick would be the 4th if the character gets to the level needed for the perk. ))
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:((Please Stand By))
((Quoting this before he changes it. 4/10 needs Oldie Goldie's music. Oh.... beginning to think we need OOC thread. ))
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Jakar Umbra wrote:True Adamance wrote:((I kinda want to retconn being a surgeon...... such a redundant T.A.G at this point.......)) ((Here's what I'm getting from these characters. If we run into a mechanical lock or anything requiring explosions. We're ******. If I'd known doctor would be so popular I would've gone with my Brotherhood of Steel or travelling swindler characters.))
(( Pretty much the same. I've never run a character whose used melee weapons in game, or tagged medicine. I'd probably have gone with one of the other more kooky characters I've drummed up. Could have done an Argyle from out east with a penchant for the EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGLLEEEE CLAW! That or an escaped Android from the Institute.))
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((Made an OOC thread))
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Eddie stumbled back onto the high way looking confused. His back awash with pain. He stumbled forwards still dragging the body using the brickwork of the collapsed building as a support.
He looked around, boots scraping across the loose earth, emerging onto the road. He tried ignore the corpse of the woman he had shot, four small holes in her leather shirt illuminated by the light of the moon, her eyes now pale and glassy continued to stare, and her face was twisted in the most unnatural snarl of shock and rage.
Lucas he could see was dispatching the last remaining raider looking little worse for wear while Jason was hunched in the cover of the foundations of an adjacent building and seemed to be mumbling to himself. The surgeon was glad to see he was alive, and frankly surprised, he'd not took the man for particularly fast on his feet or capable in a gunfight. The Ranger was the only one missing.
He blinked twice trying to pierce the gloom and finally spotted the Ranger standing stationary on his own almost a dozen meters from where he'd gone down after the ambush.
"We all okay." He asked mutedly realising he was still dragging the body of the bearded raider and loosening his grip. He counted nine. Nine dead in half so many minutes. It had been a massacre. The thought made him nauseous " Anyone hurt? Need a....... a needle."
"Crush all who complain!"
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Jason watched as Eddie reappeared dragging a body. The gunshots had faded and it was now more quiet that the moments before the ambush itself. It unnerved him. He looked back at the dead man. Blood pooled around him. "Good job," the voice repeated its earlier statement. The voice was fading a bit. Quieter. The Mentats were kicking in. He had definitely taken too many. The mental overload would be significant unless everything calmed down. A nap would be perfect.
Seeing that everything was calming down he stood up just enough to move again and taking cautious steps made his way across the road to Eddie. He looked at the body that Eddie released. Blood had soaked into the man's shirt. Jason looked away. His left hand opened and closed uncontrollably and he put his right hand, still holding the laser pistol, against it, pinning it to his side. It was then that he realised the cut he had gotten from his scuffle with the raider. Was now a good time to treat it or was there still more to happen?
"You-" Jason cleared his throat. "You okay?" he asked Eddie. Lucas and Max seemed to be finished dealing with what was left of the ambush. Jason inhaled deeply and breathed out. When the adrenaline rush wore off he was probably going to pass out. He listened. The only sounds he could hear were chittering in the distance and the horrible pounding in his ears. The voice had stopped talking.
Still, those who died caught his eye and more notably the red liquid glinting ever so slightly in the moonlight. Jason sucked in a breath and averted his eyes, waiting to hear a response from anyone.
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"Yey we wept, when we remembered Zion". Max began to reload his Sequoia revolvers and put them back in his trench coat. Max turned on his night vision to get a better look for stragglers that might've survived. As Max scanned the area, he noticed a lone figure due west down the road. Pulling out his hunting revolver, Max started to walk toward the figure.
#lolromansboat < #lolhonour
Mobius the merchant's motto: Buy my shit or I'll burn your fucking house down!
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The brown haired youth barely noticed when the Follower began speaking to him. He nodded absently leaning against the spear as if it were a crutch for support . His dust covered face was pale and he felt winded, his breathing laboured broken only by intermittent coughs, but despite that he managed to offer Jason a relieved smile.
"Yeah. I think so." He said patting himself down wincing as his fingered scraped over the wound on his back. It came away sticky, the blood dark and mixed with grit. "I don't know about you but I could use one hell of a bath."
The wound it appeared was nothing more than a graze but the path of the bullet had scored a line down from shoulder almost down to the waist.
He reached for the metal clasps on his first aid kit, the medical supplies would come in useful, but his hands found nothing but air. The small leather pouch had come away from him in the gunfight and lay a small ways from his pack a smoking hole punched through the centre of the red cross and contents splayed across the ground. He gathered what he could find, dusting off the needles making a mental note to sterilise before use.
He stumbled back over with the pack and his supplies clutched in his hands wandering first to Lucas and then the Ranger offering them treatment for any wounds they may have sustained. He noted the Ranger's leg where the .38 round had slipped between the cracks of the pre-war armour.
"Come on Ranger. Give us a look at that. Stimpacks will seal the wound and keep you on your feet but won't deal with the underlying problem. Especially if the bullet is still in there....Hey where are you going?!"
"Crush all who complain!"
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Max having little patience looked at the tribal doctor. "The bullet is the least of my concerns. The conditions are infectious and there is still one more left. Now either you step aside or we all might suffer further". Checking the bullets in his hunting revolver, Max looked down the street further, barely making out the figure to be... "Ghoul. A pre war ghost is at our doorstep."
Max than looked at the tribal and sighed heavily, "Fine, tribal. Examine my leg." Max walked over to a piece of wall and sat down, taking off his helmet to relax after a vicious gunfight.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Walt had never been lucky. First the bombs fell, killing his family. Then he became a ghoul and has been constantly tormented by smooth skins since then. And now he has been spotted while trying to cross the wasteland to Vault 34. Sure the ghouls there were feral, but at least they wouldn't make him miserable.
Walt watched as the smooth skin took off his helmet and as the tribal doctor stitched him up. Walt felt like he would be safe where he was. As long as they keepy their distanced, he thought.
He then sat down and placed his Cowboy Repeater beside him and placed his pack in front of him. After a bit of rummaging, he pullet out a bottle of dirty water and some sugar bombs. It wasn't much of a meal but it would do.
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Jason noted the wound on Eddie's back and the blood that came off on his hand when he touched it. Jason inhaled deeply watching the man collect his medical supplies which had strewn across the road during the fight. "You should let me look at that. It'll want cleaning."
Jason twitched a little when Eddie raised his voice to the ranger. Jason looked around nervously for anyone who might be around. He made out the figure the ranger mentioned just out of view. It was probably the Mentats that allowed him to see him.
He took off his duffel bag and placed it on the ground near in the shadow of the wall. "Eddie could you clean this for me?" he asked taking off his jacket to show where the knife had caught him in the shoulder. "I could do it myself but it's a better guarantee when someone else does it."
Looking at the ranger Jason stated. "We should really rest soon." Jason needed to stop not only because he was tired but because he knew that when he came down off of these Mentats he was going to be quite out of it, not only counting the addiction; technically he was overdosed. His mind was too sharp. The chittering in the distance was louder than it should be and he was acutely aware of the slightest breeze and every step one of his companions took. His mind, with nothing to focus on, was noticing everything. At least the voice was silent.
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As Lucas picked his weapons back up he noticed that the gunfire had ceased. He had also managed to calm down after his bout of rage at the raider. He looked around him, dead bodies littered the road. He knelt back down to the last raider he dispatched to loot him, some caps and jet. As he did so he heard Eddie ask if anyone was injured. That was the first time he inspected himself for wounds. "No, no, I ain't bleeding. Just a few bruises from that last one."
More of the Rangers cryptic babble reached his ears but he ignored it as Max walked away. 'Hmpf, the Doc would be better off letting him go kill himself.' Then he saw him aiming at another figure in the distance, but he left the Ranger to deal with it himself.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
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'Thank you Ranger." Breathing a sigh of relief.
He'd come pretty close to receiving a bullet in the head or a knife in the gut for his concerns but he didn't feel like he'd done the wrong thing. If anything he saw this as an affirmation that stopping the Ranger before he could have hurt himself had been the correct course of action even if it did slow their progress slightly.
He stalked off into the Dry Lake with the Ranger's Bowie Knife returning after a few minutes with a small armful of mesquite branches and began to kindle a small fire in the ruins of the collapsed building so that the light would be less visible from the road. The kindling would burn long and hot so theyGÇÖd not want for warmth. Here he beckoned the group over all the while setting his instruments on the Gecko pelt he carried with him, polishing each one and soaking a clean rag with the last of the Vodka.
He nodded as Jason came and promised to look at the wound and have his own looked as once the more immediate difficulties were taken care of. He steadied his hand reassuring himself that the fighting was done.
[Medicine 50] As the Ranger sat down beside him Eddie removed the man's boot and rolled up the slim trouser leg to inspect the wound. It was both fortunate an unfortunate it was a leg wound.
Fortunate because it likely would be simpler to treat.....unfortunate because leg wounds proved to be the area in EddieGÇÖs knowledge that he was most lacking in, but he decided to keep that to himself. The leg awash with blood he cleaned carefully revealing a small mound of puckered pink scar tissue that looked to be freshly healed despite the dark blood that oozed from around the wound.
He checked the leg thoroughly testing it for fractures putting pressure on it attempting to gauge the physical reactions in his patient's stoic demeanour. The exit wound was the worst of the RangerGÇÖs injuries where he suspected the bullet had slowed against the bone and where he could observe the bullet poking out of the back of the leg.
Grimacing he stared up at the ranger. He had one last usable application of the military grade painkiller in his pack.
GÇÿAssess, Sanitize, Treat.GÇÖ The same three words heGÇÖd been taught always echoed through his head as clearly as they day theyGÇÖd been taught to him during a treatment. GÇÿYou can be worried about them Eddie. No you should be worried about them. Means you care enough to keep trying.GÇÖ
He reached down into his chem pouch and fished out the last usable syringe of Med-X. He glanced down at it with a grimace. If he used this now heGÇÖd have none left for the road.
Without complaint he injected the dosage into the RangerGÇÖs left and began heating the Bowie Knife. Stimpaks did a wonder to keep you on your feet despite your injuries but often left knotted scars where traditional healing would have sufficed. He cauterised the entry wound his nose wrinkled as the acrid stench of burning flesh and blood stung his nose.
From there the procedure was much simpler without the concern for blood loss. Gunshot injuries usually caused the affected party to go into shock from blood loss than suffer long enough for infection. But again the Ranger didnGÇÖt need to know that. He cut around the protruding bullet and levered the projectile out with a deft flick of the scalpel, before stitching up the wound with a line of surgical silk.
Eddie leaned back on his haunches. HeGÇÖd cleaned the blood from his hands and checked on Jason's wound. It looked superficial enough but the surgeon was not likely to underestimate the killing power of the dirty blade. One time had been enough.
He queried the Follower about any disinfectants he might have on him and accepted a small bottle of alcohol. The process of cleaning and dressing the wound was much more simple in this case but no less important.
"All done." He said quietly. He looked exhausted. GÇ£If you can just clean it I'll trust a few stimpaks to seal it up right quick."
Having completed his this back to the Follower, removed the tight fitting shirt, grunting as dried blood pulled away from his skin. His torso was a tangled mess of scar tissue composed in equal parts of claw marks and puncture wounds. The small fire flickered in the night and Eddie's face was an inscrutable mask.
As Jason worked he turned to the Ranger, still seated around the fire.
GÇ£One thing Ranger. Before you try to push us on. While your wound isnGÇÖt severe it IS bad. Unless you can get something seriously potent to help your body heal youGÇÖll be putting undue stress on your leg. Might not hurt at first but sooner or later itGÇÖs going to be like walking with a hot poker in there. And not be be snarky pal, we know youGÇÖre tough, but it could cause irreparable damage. I can try to mix up an old Tribal recipe but itGÇÖll leave you a bit stiff for a few daysGǪ.or I guess you could try to have Jason come up with something like Hydra. Up to you.GÇ¥
"Crush all who complain!"
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Posted - 2015.06.17 00:44:00 -
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Max looked at Eddie, thinking for a moment. "Gather around the campfire and hand me my dufflebag. It's time I say something". After Max received his dufflebag, he leaned back against a wall and started telling a story.
"I do have a tribal recipe. Out from Arizona. Learned it from the twin mothers. A particular way of mixing broc and xander. Learned it before Caesar taught them the Legion's strength.
When I was younger, I was a part of the Legion. A centurion in training. I was taught to be tough. Little food and water for days on end. Forced marches. Hand to hand combat and how to use a knife. How to live off the land and how to kill. I was loyal until the discovery of the Dam...
Caesar was obsessed with it. He killed anyone in his way. Tribals were forced to be assimilated or be fully exterminated. Men were slaughtered and women became slaves. Young children had to immediately begin training. It became inhumane and so I left without a trace.
Mojave became my home and the desert rangers became my family. I fought tooth and nail for the people. They were regular people trying to live their lives until Caesar started to change that. I was disgusted at the tactics and I was disgusted at his obsession. NCR was almost no different. They came, they saw, they annexed. The people had no say in the matter. The bear didn't look where it's claw landed.
The Mojave began to be attacked from two sides simultaneously. Primm, Searchlight, Boulder city, Nelson. They all had little say in the matter. It disgusted me. Two nations so selfish, that they can't see what is occurring in front of them because all they see is their ambition.
My real name...My real name is Maximus Arelius. The Mojave is my home and I will kill anyone that says otherwise. I know how to bear pain. Bullets and knives do little to slow me down."
((If you looked at the OOC, depending on your dialogue with Max, it will depend if you get the on your lonesome perk or the For history's sake perk.))
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Posted - 2015.06.17 02:34:00 -
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Jason helped Eddie with the ranger's wound. He was still a little shaken and his eyes occasionally drifted across the road. At Lucas' mention of scavenging he looked a little longer at the ruins where he had tried to hide and had been attacked.
When Eddie had finished patching up the ranger, Jason took a look at the surgeon's back. The cut caused was a line across the man's back, but the shirt had no real damage. "This is a gunshot wound?" Jason inquired as he found the hole where the bullet went through at the beginning of the wound. "Amazingly lucky."
[Medicine 40] Jason took a clean rag from his bag and poured alcohol on it. "Grit your teeth," he stated as he began cleaning the wound. Having dealt with some of the worst that Freeside could throw this wound was not much and the Mentats kept him focused. After that he told the Eddie to remove the shirt so he could bandage him.
As Jason bandaged Eddie, he listened to the ranger's tale. Jason hesitated when he heard the ranger mention his history from the Legion, but as a Follower he knew that people could change so while his doubts did exist he could believe him. When Jason finished bandaging Eddie he drew a syringe of Me-x from a sealed cased, sterilised the needle and injected him with a minor dosage. He put another dose of Med-x into the surgeon's hand. "Just in case the pain gets too bad."
Jason then removed his jacket and took a seat to allow the surgeon to take a look at his shoulder. He found himself captivated by the ranger's story and a lot of pieces fell into place, especially the way he spoke. He'd known Caesar's Legion to have a very strange flair in their speech.
The inquisitive part of him flared, spurred even more by his Mentat-overdose induced laser focus. He was almost tempted to grab a pen and notebook from his bag to take notes. Of what he wasn't entirely sure, but there had to be knowledge to be had here somewhere. Knowledge of the Legion's methods, the tribes they absorbed. Anything.
"I've heard stories of the Legion, from travellers, refugees, the occasional NCR soldier. You're actually from the Legion..." Jason wasn't sure what to ask first or how to phrase those questions that actually completed themselves before being replaced by another question in his mind. None of the questions seemed appropriate for the current situation however so he settled for a statement instead. "That explains some of your behaviours actually," he said quietly.
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"Hehehe... Aliquid novi sub sole. I learned Cato from Caesar himself. I learned a lot of my skill from the Legion. Though Eddie tells me the bullet wound will cause irreparable damage, I barely feel any pain. There is a way to get the bullet out, though it will be tricky. You will need a hit of turbo and jet for it. If I recall, it was called Rocket. Now which one of you two doctors feel inclined to do it?"
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"Thank you Jason. I appreciate it, Ayuh I do."
Eddie yelped as the Follower bandaged his shoulder grinding his teeth together as sharp jolts of pain shot down his back. He listened to the curious Ranger's story nodding slightly where he could understand the context and keeping his mouth shut. Once he was done Eddie leaned back staring into the fire leaving his blood soaked rags next to the fire closing his eyes.
He'd known old Witch Doctor's in his Tribe who'd spoken like the Ranger. Perhaps why he'd found the man so infuriating initially. Trying to argue modern medicine with a wise man who believed Broc Flower was a miracle cure from the spirits was like to induce and aneurysm.
"You know Ranger" He said as Max began to oppose his clinical opinion. "Pain tolerance for superficial injuries is one thing but pushing yourself into a situation where you harm yourself even more without giving yourself some time if foolish. That Super Stimpak might do you right, still wouldn't hurt if we could scrounge up some Hydra though."
He realised he couldn't stop the man despite his best efforts even if he wanted to. His job was to heal the hurts of those in need and from there try to explain to them how they could best take care of such injuries in the following days or weeks.
"Just take some advice for once. Take the safer option. Won't cost you but a day or two if you keep off the leg and we find a way to mix up some chems. Look at it this way, we found your mark, now you just have to wait it out for the right moment."
"Crush all who complain!"
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Maximus Mobius
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[Survival 75] "Get me some mesquite, Fire ant nectar and heat up my bowie knife by keeping it near the fire. I'll just speed up the recovery than."
#Fallout4
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I already pre-ordered the collector's edition :P
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Jason touched the cut on his shoulder. Tender, but shallow. He wondered if he should suture it or just clean it and put on a bandage. The adrenaline had worn off now and the blood had dried on his shirt. The adrenaline crash was hitting him and he was feeling fatigued. He stifled a yawn. The Mentats however were still keeping his brain active. He pushed up his glasses onto his nose.
[Medicine 50] "Or you could bandage your leg tightly, stick it in a brace,put your weight on your other leg and go to sleep." Jason yawned. The lack of sleep and the overactive brain was making him antsy. [Science 40]"Stimpaks work by increasing metabolic and regenerative processes. This requires energy and while Stimpaks have several proteins to perform the process energy still needs to come from the body. In other words it'll hit you like an adrenaline crash if you decide to use that Super Stimpak."
"Also, I don't think there are any fire ants in Ivanpah anyway." He cleaned the wound on his shoulder with a clean rag and some alcohol, then bandaged it.
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"Truly? Well than, I need a dose of Med-x, radscorpion poison, the mesquite and the supersl stimpack. The poison has a calcium property to it, combine it with the mesquites natural increase in cellular respiration when applied directly to the blood and adrenaline from the super stim, it will begin to reform the bone and marrow overnight. The Med-X is to kill the pain of the poison and to counteract it."
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I already pre-ordered the collector's edition :P
I'm high on Turbo
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Jakar Umbra
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Jason narrowed his eyes. He had some respect for the ranger and was probably even more afraid of him now that he revealed that he had once been Legion. Still he found himself wondering if this man was really going to argue with a Follower clearly trained in medical procedures about this situation. Jason knew what he was saying was true, since he had been helping a doctor research the use of Radscorpion venom derivatives as an alternative for certain treatments. Still, he was tempted to just stick the man with enough Med-X to shut him up and put him to sleep. To find a radscorpion now would be a pain, and a waste since the wound and fracture would heal just fine if he just relaxed a bit.
Jason gave a sideways glance at Eddie, then, overwhelmed by a bit of snark opened his mouth to speak. "You really just want to stick yourself with that Super Stimpak don't you?" It had to be the Mentats. Right?
"Look," Jason sighed. "Why waste the bullet on the Radscorpion, or waste the Super Stimpak when a bandage and brace will just keep everything in place and you can ease off the leg. I'd recommend a crutch or a cane but I can see you're not the type. If you're as tough as you say and something happens stick yourself with the damn stimpak and go nuts." After a second he added. "If you want a consolation injection I can stick you with a regular stimpak and you can have a lollipop."
Had to be the Mentats.
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On his way to the campfire Lucas searched two bodies that law in between him and it. 2 Psycho's on the first and a Jet on the second, bringing the count up to three. He was not above using such items, but after considering it he decided they'd be more useful as a bartering tool.
But this was no time for thinking about that sort of thing. As he sat by the campfire, it was time to listen to the Ranger's story. A Centurion! The self righteous man he had been travelling with was a Centurion of Caesar's legion, or training to become one at least.. Noticeable ws the way he said Caesar, different from those he'd heard talking about it back west. He actually had very little knowledge of the Legion, given hat the Mojave is as far west. He had heard though that Caravans find their land exceptionally safe whilst passing through and need no protection, a stark contrast to the veritable business that has grown around Caravan protection in the NCR.
A thought crossed Lucas' mind, how much of his disdain for the NCR was cause by the influence of the Legion? He seems to bear no love for either, but he wondered nonetheless. "Heh, wouldn't have pegged you as a Legionaire. But I'd like to ask, why stay as long as reaching the Dam? I've heard some tales and it never sounded like they were much nicer beforehand."
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"Legion was family to me. They raised me, taught me, disciplined me and gave me strength. I didn't agree with the pointless murder and enslavement but I was still a loyal member. I was at the rank of praetorian when I left. I was trained in proper hand to hand combat and I know how to ise machetes and knives properly. I know all the weak points in a person's body and the major arteries. I know how to make a person's death slow and painful...but I don't. It's not me. I rather subscribe myself to mercy killing someone than allow them to be tortured."
Max began to go in his dufflebag and pulled out a machete gladius. "This blade alone has claimed the lives of 54 men that challenged me...we used to have a saying whenever we were about to kill a profli- ahem, enemy; To be spared is the ultimate insult."
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Eddie understood little about the Legion, being from the East beyond the Great Divide, but had picked up enough of what Max had said to have a passing understanding of the Legion and it's ruler.
"A hard people then these Legion, ayuh. Sometimes I wondered what it would have been like if the Abbey had taken over our Tribe, raised us all. Not just me...... Perhaps this Caesar [si-Éz+Ör] was right Tribal life was not kind. Still I'm glad they didn't. Life in the wastes is hard enough, same everywhere you go East Coast included. Same movers and shakers with the same plans. In the end it's the small people who can't catch a break that pay for these ideals with blood. Seems these days man's existence is conflict."
'Find much out there Lucas?" Eddie asked weakly as the mercenary came and hunkered down by the camp fire. When the mercenary displayed a few hits of Psycho the surgeon felt relieved. The field had not yet been stripped of all it's valuables. He made a mental note of where the 10mm pistol had fallen down in the Dry Lake, he'd have to return for it later.
While the thought of pawing through the belongings of the dead disturbed him greatly his general pragmatism counselled him against holding to such scruples. The road was never forgiving enough that he could pass up the opportunity to gather valuable resources, especially with their destination so close at hand.
He rose. Unsteady on his feet and wandered over to where his .357 had fallen in the skirmish. He dusted the scarred revolver off and ejected the dun shell spitefully grinding it into the dirt with his boot. He checked the woman he'd shot, then the man, slotted the rusted length of metal pipe into one of his pockets and began to rummaged through their pockets and boots trying to be as respectful as possible.
The surgeon would have taken the leather armour from her two if he'd had the courage but decided to leave the dead woman be for propriety's sake. Likely the clothing would not fit either way. He found nothing on the woman but a few bottle caps and a butter knife which he tossed aside. The bearded man on the other hand had a magazine for the 10mm with four rounds.
The next area he checked over was the far side of the building where the Ranger had returned fire upon the Raiders. As he skirted around the building his foot entered sticky patch of dirt which turned out by the light of the moon to be soaked through with fragments of bone and brain.
Eddie retched, unable to control himself and emptied his stomach. After a few minutes he returned to the headless corpses, keeping his eyes fixed on his hands so that he did not have to look upon the thick coating of brain matter the Ranger had given the wall. Very little on the two dead raiders, a small battered .38 revolver, a playing card the 9 of Diamonds which he tucked in his pocket, and between then maybe a dozen caps.
Finally he covered the short distance to retrieve the 10mm from the base of the Dry Lake before returning to the fire with his bounty to store in his pack. He genuinely felt bad as he checked over the weapons attempting to determine their condition or if any had jammed or been damaged. He had little enough knowledge of fire arms beyond how to maintain them....but repairing them was beyond his knowledge.
"Ranger...this one's yours if you want it. Looks to be the slug thrower that buried that shell in your leg. Ask and it's yours."
Content he'd done the right thing he flipped over the Gecko pelt and unrolled it like a bed mat and settled in to sleep on his side so that he did not re-open his back.
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Posted - 2015.06.18 01:44:00 -
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[Guns 50 & Repair 50] "That revolver seems to have dirt in the cylinder and the hammer is near broken. I can't do a thing until we reach a place with a work bench". Max looked up at the stars and sighed heavily. "I do have a stash of weaponry & equipment from when the desert rangers were still something. Head north from Nipton, walk with the coyotes along the industrial path until you locate the Primm pass. There will be a shack there, guarded by blind death. That shack has my stash. Harper died telling me its location. A desert ranger like me."
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Jason, taking Max's silence as consent dug into his bag and produced a medical brace, essentially a ring of straps with a couple of solid pieces of metal to keep it in place and a bandage. With the ranger's consent Jason tied the bandage as tightly as he could muster and then placed the brace tightly in place. It would be a little uncomfortable and the discomfort might cause him to keep the weight off of it.
With that Jason stood up as the talk of scavenging was brought up. It would be remiss of him not to check the body. That was probably only a part of the reason. He walked across the road, yawning and putting his hand to his mouth. He tried to avert his gaze from the body but a subconscious slip drew his eyes to it. The man's blank stare was pointed upwards toward the sky, his hands still at his throat.
Jason searched in the shadow of the wall for the 9mm pistol. His hands found it leaning against one of the larger pieces of rubble in the wall's shadow. He sighed. He would have to check for ammunition. He patted down the man's pants and found a magazine for the pistol. He would have to move into the light to check how many bullets it held. A stimpak was also in another pocket.
He walked away, releasing the breath he had sucked in as he checked the body while holding everything in his hands. As he took a seat by the fire. He gave the stimpak to Eddie. "I have a decent supply already."
He looked at the 9mm pistol. He had used one like it before when he was learning to defend himself but he was definitely not an expert and he personally preferred laser weaponry anyway due to the lack of recoil. "Anyone want this?" he asked about the pistol. His hands moved over it, not with the practiced rigor of a soldier but with the finesse of someone who knew how to look for the nuances in design, finding catches and releases. The magazine in it was full, if you counted the one in the chamber. The extra magazine held seven rounds. He placed the weapon and magazine on one of the bricks they were sitting on, lay his bag under his head and covered himself with the lab coat.
"I really need to sleep," he said. The Mentats had reached their peak and as focused as his mind was it was trying too hard to work on nothing. He was at the point where he was trying to count every step of the ants he could hear, the breathing of his companions. He wondered about the person Max had noticed.
He sat bolt upright with the revelation. "What about the guy you saw?" he asked Max.
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Eddie had long since fallen asleep and was pleasantly dozing in the warmth of the fire. The stimpack having accentuated his body's natural healing processes due to his knowledge of the chemicals and where best to inject the syringes contents. His eyes fluttered slightly, his dream almost lucid.
Almost lucid because Eddie was well aware that there was not way he could have been fortunate enough to find himself in a position long enough to take a real, hot bath that being said it was the purpose of a dream was it not and thusly he decided not the question the scenario.
He groaned in pleasure and he slipped into the steaming waters of the immaculately clean bathtub. "Yeah. That's the stuff." He mumbled to himself. It was so real that around the camp fire and coinciding with Jason asking about the 9mm Pistol that his dream manifested as a quiet. "Mmmmmm yeah."
More importantly Trudy was there. From that point onwards the dream took and unexpected turn that I don't feel like sharing with you all...... Well? What what did you expect perverts? I don't write trashy novellas for angsty teens and middle aged women. Not all all.
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Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.18 02:38:00 -
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Max sighed heavily. "North along this road, a old world ghost. A ghoul. He watched a lot of the combat happen and managed to kill one. He wouldn't dare approach. The prospect of attempting something like robbing us would mean his death. What are you going to do with that info?"
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"Sleep," Jason responded simply to Max's question. He took it the man knew what he was talking about and rolled over to fall asleep.
Jason's sleep was fitful. An overactive mind could conjure many things, including disembodied voices and the ghost of a dead raider whose voice gargled on his own blood. It was... jarring to say the least. Jason awoke at one point to find himself standing across the road by the body, or rather falling as when he awoke his legs gave out from under him and he almost fell directly on top of the body. He stood up quickly and looked around. Had anyone noticed?
He stumbled back to the camp and lay down again as though he had simply gone off to take care of biological functions. Hopefully the rest of the night would be uneventful.
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"...It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, the captain of my soul... Well at least one other is awake now. You seemed to really be tossing and turning viciously... Perhaps killing someone isn't as routine for you as I thought it would be". Max pulled out a bottle of water and some coyote tobacco chew. The minty taste of it helped Max get his mind together in the early mornings.
"You know, while you guys were asleep, I went looting in those ruins opposite of us and found some interesting things. 2 frag grenades, 3 frag mines and 2 helpings of hydra. Now I don't mean to sound impatient but could you please apply it so we can get on our way?" The impatience and disgust of laziness became evident in Max's passive aggressive tone easily.
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Jakar Umbra
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Jason blinked a few times at the light, when his vision didn't completely clear he realised his glasses were missing. He looked around and found them discarded next to him where they had fallen off of his face. He put them, blinked again and then groaned at the headache. "Don't you sleep?"
He removed the tin from his jacket and swallowed one of the pills. He was starting to run dangerously low. Nipton, being the town of debauchery that it was would most likely have some. He pocketed the tin and sat up.
"Hydra?" He took up one of the bottles, opened it and smelled it. He drew back from the smell of it. How the Legion came up with this disgusting thing he would never know. What really made Jason wonder was how something so disgusting could be addictive. He held his palm flat against the bottle neck turned the bottle over to let some of the drink touch his palm and then turned it back. He licked his palm and drew back again. Potent, but not the most potent he had seen. The problem with Hydra was that since it was one of those trail remedies it lacked the precise measurements of other medicine and so every one was made differently from person to person, even bottle to bottle.
"I think it should be fine, though you could stretch it a bit so it doesn't put too much strain on your body." He put down the bottle and took a sip of water to wash the taste from his mouth.
He could see into the dry lake now during the day. A line of ants trailed, pulling meat from the carcass of a dead Brahmin off in the lake. On the other side of the road, where the other wrecked building was, was another expanse of desert stretching on. A crashed plane lay buried under a couple centuries' worth of sand and dust. Jason stretched and pulled some Brahmin jerky from his bag and began chewing on it to get something in his stomach. He looked over to Max sitting across from him and held out his hand, offering a strip of jerky.
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"No thank you. I already ate this morning." Max couldn't stand just sitting in one spot for too long. It made him feel annoyed and disgusted by the laziness.
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Posted - 2015.06.18 21:19:00 -
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Given that he hadn't slept for a number of days, a deep sleep came over Lucas following the fight. He was cast away in a meaningless but blissful dream, but when he returned from it he remembered little apart from the faces of people from his old life. Unfortunately the restful sleep had to come to an end as the harsh Mojave sun assaulted his eyes.
As he rose groggily he reached for his bag from which he grabbed a box of cram. Not the most glamorous of food, but there's certainly worse options when you're travelling. It was some kind of meat, that was all he knew and all he cared about as he gulped it down. He was half listening to the Follower and the Ranger as they conversed, but his ears perked up at the mention of explosives. "Grenades and Mines eh? You know how to use them?"
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Eddie awoke the following morning to the sounds of ants chittering across the Dry Lake and the faintly distorted sound of the Ranger's scornful voice through the pre-war riot armour. His back was stiff, the wounds having sealed overnight due to the miraculous manner by which the stimpaks accentuated his body's natural healing properties, however it pained him greatly as he rose to a sitting position.
When he returned to camp the mesquite fire was still smouldering gently within the small hollowed out depression he'd constructed it in and the radiating heat given off by the ashes would allow him to cook up the last serving his Gecko Meat.
The company only just appeared to be rousing themselves from slumber so he still had time. He poked his head around the immediate area and found what he was looking for with not too great and effort before returning with a small yucca fruit which he paired with a dessicated jalapeno pepper from his pack. The preparation of the meal was simple. He sliced the ingredients, into cubes and speared the segments through with four long wooden shavings which he proceeded to cook over the fire.
Famished he tore into the kebabs consuming the wasteland bounty and savoured how the fruit and peppers complemented the tough gecko meat. It was invigorating and with his dreams of Trudy and the hot bath having faded from his mind it was the next best thing.
"Wan 'un?" He asked through a mouthful of gecko meat. He'd finished one of the kebabs on his own and probably could finish another few but decided against it because he knew it would be poor manners. He snatched up another one and left the remaining two stuck into the ground over the hot ashes.
"I uh...." He said wiping grease and Yucca juice from the corner of his mouth. "Ranger it's not what you want to hear but..... I want to bury these people. I'll do it myself if I have to and meet you all in Nipton if you are unwilling to wait. If I do it now while it's still cool I should be able to make Nipton by lunch time. If you are pushing on from there then perhaps you could leave a note..... maybe in one of the letter boxes on the main street."
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.18 21:48:00 -
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Max looked over to Luke and let out a small chuckle. "Heh, I know if I pull the pin, we either all die or it kills something else. I have no skill with explosives. Probably will end up blowing up my hand in the process. You want it, take it. Lord knows pre war tech like that has probably expired and is volatile. Wouldn't recommend holding onto it."
Getting up and dusting himself off. max picked up his rifle and cocked back the hammer to let out the casing inside the barrel. "Bury the bodies? Those that attempted to kill us? They are not befit for such privilege. They are simply animals that were put down for terrorizing the Lord's children. But if you care do dirty your hands in such a way, go ahead."
As Max looked to Nipton, he saw something that he wasn't expecting. Large smoke pillars filled the skies above and darkened the sun. The stench of burning rubber began to slowly approach the groups small encampment. "Something is wrong...We have to go to Nipton now. I fear the desert fox has already struck".
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Posted - 2015.06.18 22:05:00 -
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Jason retracted his hand and continued eating his jerky in silence. He listened to Luke speak to Max talk as Eddie went off and returned with some food to supplement the protein of is steak. He listened to the others speak and was inclined to agree with Eddie. In fact it had even occurred to him, but had been against bringing it up.
Before agreeing with Eddie, he was distracted by Max's observation. He looked up quickly and stood as he saw the pillars of smoke. "What the...?"
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"They are not unworthy of burial because they tried to kill us. But because they were people we killed for our being careless. Taking life is not sport Ranger, it should never be treated casually."
He stood and dusted himself off as well in much the same fashion Max had. Then began rolling up his bedroll and smothering the camp fire with his boot.
Shallow graves would do he decided. Unmarked and off the road, so that none would ever know of their passing.
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Maximus Mobius
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Posted - 2015.06.18 22:20:00 -
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Being slightly annoyed at how naive Eddie appeared to him he replied, "They attacked the Lord's children. Simple beasts with no mind or morality. When the Lord asks of you to protect and preserve, killing the progligates is just another chore...But enough of that. I'm concerned about Nipton currently. "
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Posted - 2015.06.18 22:28:00 -
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It was clear Eddie was a compassionate man, and to a point he could see why he would want to bury them. But to him it was a waste of time, where they someone less barbaric, less...lost then perhaps he would've offered assistance. But then he too saw the smoke of Nipton. It didn't look pretty.
"Doc, if you want to bury them go right ahead, I'm checking out Nipton with him. You'd better be able to keep a low profile Ranger" the latter part said half to Max and half to himself as he approached the burning town.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.18 22:57:00 -
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Max also left for Nipton. Whatever occured, he had to investigate. Wasn't in his nature to leave it be. Max checked all his weapons to make sure they were loaded. He wasn't sure for what exactly was ahead but he was damned if he wasn't going to investigate.
Upon getting there, the stench of burning rubber flooded the nose. The town's residents seemed to cook on the piles of burning tires and screams could be heard of those that haven't died yet. Max went on main street of the town and looked forward down toward the town hall. Upon laying his eyes on the crimson red outfit, his breath hitched. Nearly dropped his rifle upon seeing the man with the dog hood on his head. "No...no... No damn it... VULPES!!!"
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Arriving in Nipton, Lucas figured it'd be best not to be seen by whatever or whoever was causing the smoke. He briefly told the Ranger that he was taking an alternate route between buildings. He sneaked around making sure not to be seen and arrived at a corner of a house west of the town hall that was perfectly positioned to overlook the entrance to the Hall. There was a distinct smell of burning flesh, and as he peered around the corner of the building he saw more. Decapitations, and people being strung up to posts. Like he had seen in Golgotha but these were tied rather than impaled. Then he heard Max yelling what appeared to be a name. 'What's that damned fool doing'
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.18 23:18:00 -
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"VULPES!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!! QUODNAM ERGO TIBI!?" Max began to approach one of the legionaires. The one that was wearing the dog hood. With only 3 feet of distance between each other, they started to talk to each other.
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"You know what Ranger we're having a tea party next week, God and I. When I see him we'll have a lovely chat, his plans, my cosmic place in the universe, the fuckin' weather too while we're at it too." He'd replied sarcastically before the company had left gesturing to the corpses.
"Those self righteous moralizations are f....."
Eddie spat on the floor, disgusted, his protestations were falling on deaf ears.
"If you won't help then fine, be off with you. I'll find my way to Nipton later."
He strode away from the group scowling, looking for an open section of ground wide enough and with soft enough earth that he could dig the shallow graves quickly and efficiently. He wasn't surprised. Pragmatism was one thing but callousness was another and more decidedly prominent in wastelanders, in this case only serving to reinforce his low opinion of the Mojave Rangers.
Like all of the other movers and shakers they claimed to care, just not enough to take responsibility for their actions.
He found a spot not too far from the camp, and began to dig.
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Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.18 23:24:00 -
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Jason chewed his jerky ponderously as he listened to the exchange. He was being quiet partially because he didn't want to get involved and partially because he felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to his spine. He watched the smoke at Nipton, rise, growing thicker and thicker as the minutes ticked by. He was against going headfirst into danger, or rather he wanted to avoid this situation altogether. He was a Follower of the Apocalypse. By definition he arrived after the hell had moved on. A cynical outlook to be sure but one that could potentially keep him alive. Still, if people were injured he had to help them.
He sighed. "I'll help Eddie bury the bodies. If something happens the two of us might slow you down anyway."
As Eddie retorted, Jason finished his jerky and took a drink of water. When he was finished he pulled on his jacket and followed Eddie to the spot the man had picked for the graves. "I'll... gather the bodies," Jason said as he began dragging the bodies together starting with the closer ones.
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Whilst still crouched and hiding Lucas aimed his rifle at the Wolfheaded man. He wasn't eager to pick a fight with the Legion but if it came to that he wasn't going to be caught off guard. The Ranger continued speaking against them, what he found most curious was that this 'Vulpes' hadn't tried to cut him down yet.
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Posted - 2015.06.19 00:57:00 -
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It wasn't long before the frustration of his exchange with the Ranger wore off the and the maddened efforts of his digging slowed to a pace be could more imaginably maintain over extended time. As he did Eddie noticed for the first time that the Follower, Jason, had not gone on with the other two as he had previously thought and was aiding in moving the bodies of the raiders towards where the graves were being dug.
Whether it was an act of pity for him or compassion for the death Eddies didn't know, though he liked to imagine it was the latter.
"Thank you Jason." The morning was yet cool but in digging the first of the graves so quickly he'd built up a thin film of sweat. He wiped at it blinking through the stinging haze as several droplets somehow managed to get in his eyes. "For at least caring.......if nothing else I could use the company."
The made quick progress between them and moved the bodies together trying not to look to intently at the blasted forms of the two raiders Max had obliterated with his large calibre sequoia's before moving on the dig the graves. Each being roughly a foot deep and wide enough to fit the bodies if they were lain down knee's to their chests. Soon the merciless sun rose over the jagged hills to the North and the Ranger and Mercenary passed from view cresting the rise several miles down the road. Work was harder then but the Follower and Surgeon persevered burying the last body and stepping back to admire their handiwork.
The graves were yet unmarked but the mounds were concealed somewhat by thin dessicated grasses and Yucca though were immediately obvious if one looked directly upon them. It was wrong though. He went from grave to grave drawing a small cross on each one in the way the Abbey had taught him.
If God was real perhaps he'd take pity on them all.
GÇ£I am a sojourner and foreigner among you; give me property among you for a burying place, that I may bury your dead out of my sight.GÇ¥ He recited altering the wording slightly, thinking of the bounty he had take from them the previous evening.
With Jason's help it had taken half the time to complete the task. They could move on guilt free up the I-15 and regroup with their companions in Nipton.
The last time he'd been through the town he'd wanted to linger. It had been a comfortable place full of everything a road weary traveller could have wanted for but his wanderlust had not adequately been sated until that homely bar in Goodsprings. NCR, Powder Gangers, hell he was sure he'd even seen a few Legionaires stalking around after dark one and all had been welcomed by the townspeople and it had been a thriving settlement. A small taste of paradise in an otherwise lifeless waste.
He returned to where he had left his pack and spear, shouldering them both.
"We are done here. Feeling up to a sojourn of our own?"
"Crush all who complain!"
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Jason helped Eddie as best he could, placing the bodies into the graves as Eddie dug them. It was strange burying people who meant him so much harm, but they were souls who could not be saved; they deserved some kind of closure. As he dragged the final body, the farthest away from the graves, he pushed it in having grown exhausted from pulling them. He listened to the prayer Eddie gave and there was a moment of silence after Eddie asked him if he had anything to say where he was not entirely sure if he could conjure anything in his mind. There were no books that prepared him anything like this.
"I don't know any structured prayers but..." He exhaled trying to find words in his mind. He remembered the one definite funeral he had attended when he had been younger, but the memory was a clouded by time and struggles. Every other second he opened his mouth to start but said nothing, unconvinced of whether he could actually say anything. Eventually he settled on a short phrase he had heard, perhaps from that same funeral that stuck out in his mind. "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust." He continued, a little emboldened by the jump start. "I knew not your names nor your hopes but I pray that as we commit you to the earth what peace avoided you in this life you may find in whatever next life exists."
Jason exhaled. It was awkward no doubt, but it had been the best he could come up with. He frowned, his thoughts a little muddled.
"I don't even know what to think sometimes. Everyone deserves closure but this is... I'm a Follower... I can't help but wonder if they could have been saved at some point." He touched the patch on his lab coat and frowned when another thought entered his mind. "What do you do with those who can't be saved?" he muttered the question. The answer to the question was in the graves before him. He knew it, but he couldn't accept it. Everyone could be saved...
Couldn't they?
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Vulpes began to talk back to Max with a almost serpent like tone. "Ahh Maximus. Are you done with your little rebellion? Are you going to come back and receive your rank of Centurion? Or must I tell Caesar that Scorpion of Arizona has lost his Venom? The Malpais legate himself trained you before he was...taught a permanent lesson. But what of you?" Vulpes' voice almost dripped with sinister purpose as he purred ever so calmly while murderous atrocities were being carried out.
Max remained silent for a moment. Thinking back to his potential raise in rank. To one of the most fearsome warriors in the Legion. Max than spoke up, "Non timent faciem tauro scorpionis. The scorpion does not fear the bull. Nor do I fear the fox. I am not in any way rebellious, you are just simply glorified butchers. Those people might have been sinful, but they do not deserve such deaths. Are such crimes justified? Do their crimes outweigh the punishments you have inflicted upon them?"
Vulpes let out a quiet chuckle and in a similarly quiet voice spoke right back to Max. "This town is an example to the bear. To all that support the bear and to all that come from the bear. Do not act better than us just because you don't commit such crimes anymore. You have slain whole villages at the order of Caesar without remorse. Or have you already forgotten? Would make sense coming from someone that pities the profligates. This entire town is a den of snakes, thieves and prostitutes. Their death from your so-called "God" was imminent. We just simply did his bidding."
Max being at a loss of words was quiet. Stood there like he was dug into the earth. He paused like there was nothing. He was unsure of how to reply. After a minute of silence, Max replied simply, "Joshua would never kill those that would harm his children, so why do you if you claim to do the Lord's work?"
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GÇ£You try. Try to help them if you can. ItGÇÖs the only thing you can do. Helping comes in many different forms though.....sometimes it's impossible to know how to start.GÇ¥ It was the only response Eddie could muster looking at the row of hastily constructed graves. The mood was a dour one and his words seemed so unconvincing given the circumstances. GÇ£Could they have been saved? IGǪ.I just donGÇÖt know.GÇ¥
He turned away from the graves and back to the road. It led far off into the distance and would eventually split leading him far away from this accursed stretch of highway.
The question Jason had asked was more complicated that simple moralising would allow for. The guilt was there from the killing. He hated it, never seemed right to him, but acting in self-defence had not felt wrong. HeGÇÖd no answer that be believed the follower would accept, just a feeling.
On the horizon the thick plumes of smoke that theyGÇÖd spied that very morning continued to rise from the direction of the Nipton settlement. The very sky seemed to darken.
Muttering with apprehension he set off on the trail of Max and Lucas. If his memory of the road served they only had a few short miles at best to cover before theyGÇÖd arrive on the outskirts of the bustling settlement.
He spared a single glance back at the collapsed building where heGÇÖd killed two people
GÇ£Ayuh, I know they could have been.GÇ¥ He whispered, and put them out of his mind forever.
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Jason listened stone-faced to Eddie's reply. Jason wasn't sure if even Eddie believed what he was saying, but he appreciated the answer, though he was not sure he believed it. He had seen the worst of Freeside; those accepted help and those who would rather take from others what little they had, like the bodies now in the graves before him. These were the kind of people who caused the problems the Followers tried so desperately to solve. Were they really worth saving? Everyone was worth saving. It was something he knew, or thought he knew. Yet now he wondered, after defending himself from those kinds of people, if it was entirely true.
He had not stopped frowning. This would bother him until he found his own answer, or grew so sick of wondering that he simply gave up.
He waited a few more seconds in silence before continuing on behind Eddie trying to focus on something else, anything else. Nipton. The trip walk was a low point. No words were spent, at least from Jason as they took the walk to the town. He remembered when he had passed through. The town was a den of debauchery. There were decent enough people if you could find them but Jason had been solicited from the time he stepped into town. The innkeeper was nice enough and polite but the night air was filled with the sort of sounds you would expect from what he had heard of Gomorrah.
The pillars of smoke had grown incredibly thick now and were it any later in the day, the sun might have been blocked by the black smoke in the air.
More people were in danger no doubt. He hoped that in some way he could help them.
"I hope Max and Lucas are okay," he stated out loud. He didn't want to have to bury people he was slowly coming to care about.
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Legionaires kept doing what they were ordered to. The cries of people echoed through the town as they were tortured and killed. Crucified, decapitated, burned and enslaved. No one was safe. There were some that fought but they were quickly killed. Max was frozen in place. The scene all too familiar to him from his days in the legion.
Vulpes spoke up again. Simply stating, "They are weak, we are strong. You are strong. Don't waste your time protecting the profligates. They don't care if you would live or die. We would. You are a Centurion, Maximus. Own up to it."
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[Perception 9] Still hiding and observing, Lucas was able to overhear most of what was said between the two. It was clear this Vulpes was trying to convince Max to rejoin the legion, it seemed odd though. Maximus would surely be considered a traitor by the legion, would the truly welcome him back so openly? 'He's more likely to be strung up to a post like those others' he thought to himself.
It seemed inevitable that if neither party backed down a shootout would occur and he considered his options. He could toss a grenade in while they were unaware, but that could catch Ma in the blast if he's too close. He whispered in a low breath "C'mon Max, back off."
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Max weighed his options carefully. Unsure of what to do. Vulpes spoke up while Max was still in thought, "You could also be a Frumentarii. You blend into the Mojave perfectly. A ranger, fighting the bear at every nook and crannie. Your anger boils against the NCR. At least with the Legion, you'll be rewarded for killing those degenerates. Your own slaves and your own personal legoon of troops at your command. Caesar would forgive you. I promise as the head Frumentarii. I will see to it."
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Lucas sighed heavily, knowing he had to get involved in the situation before him. It wasn't exactly his speciality but he knew he'd have to try talk them down somehow.
"Back away from him Max!" Shouted Lucas as he rose up from his position. He slowly advanced towards them and kept his rifle in his right arm down at his side. "Look, I've got no problem with you and your legion right now and I'd rather avoid an incident here. It won't turn out well for any of us. So here's what I'm proposing, you let Max, myself and our two companions who'll be along soon to pass through and I don't pull the pin on this grenade here." he offered as he revealed the grenade in his left hand, his finger in the loop of the pin.
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"You're a fool, mercenary." Max than looked at Vulpes and spoke,"Tell Caesar I will be at the Fort in a month. We'll see everything through and through. Until then, I will be leaving with this profligate here." Max walked over and put his revolver to Luke's head. "Move, profligate, or I'll have you lashed onto a cross."
After shoving and pushing Luke to the outskirts of town, Max pulled his revolver back. "You are a idiot. You threatened the head Frumentarii of Caesar. You're now going to be marked unless he's in a good mood". Putting his revolver back in his trench coat, Max took off his helmet and sighed heavily.
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"My apologies oh wise Centurion" retorted Lucas sarcastically. "It was either that or I leave you to go get yourself killed" he continued and then paused a moment. "You can't seriously be thinking of going back. I know a trap when I see one, and he's just trying to bring you back so Caesar can have you executed before his eyes. Or have you forgotten that you're a traitor to the Legion?"
He sat down to wait for the others "Go on ahead and get yourself killed if you'd like Ranger, I'll travel with the Doctors."
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"The only traitors are the ones who lose and retreat. I was one of the most exceptional praetorian the Legion had to offer. To kill me is to weaken themselves. I've been in the Legion long enough to know. Vulpes would only lie to a tribal, not to a legionaire." Getting up and seeing the two doctors slowly top the horizon, he knew they would have to move quickly.
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The walk to Nipton was silent, the only real sounds coming from footsteps and the wind blowing dust across their path. The smoke seemed to grow ever more ominous as they approached. The crackle of fire became a constant with screams punctuating the air every so often. Occasionally a single shot would pierce the constant of the crackles and staccato screams, bringing everything to a rest only to rise again as the shot echoed away. Jason stopped in his tracks by the fourth shot. This was different than the gunfire he sometimes heard in Freeside when the Kings fought rabble or a couple of groups got into a minor shootout. This was execution.
Jason flexed his left hand nervously, cold sweat forming on his brow. "I... think we should avoid this Eddie," he stated. "Luke and Max would know better than to take on anyone who could hold down an entire town." He held his palm open at his side, fingers spread apart. This was a bad idea. He knew it.
Another shot punctuated the air. Jason's hand closed into a tight fist. He couldn't help these people. Whatever this was it was orchestrated chaos.
"Do you see them?" Jason asked, hoping they had stuck to the outskirts and were simply observing.
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Eddie paled.
The sounds of agonised screams rose from the township ahead. The acrid scent of burning rubber.......and flesh. With that his normally affable personality was gone replaced with the gaunt mask of a young child who had witnessed a murder, their innocence being stolen away in an instant. He started forwards at double pace without thinking. It had to stop. Some one had to stop it. His hands were shaking, he could barely keep still of the tribal spear in his hands, threatening to slip his fingers and clatter to the floor. His nerve wouldn't hold if it did, he'd bolt, run, be gone the moment it touched the floor.
God it was heavy.
Ahead of them up the road now fully within view was Nipton. The massive plumes of smoke they'd seen earlier that day rose from three massive indistinguishable bonfires constructed in the centre of town. They belched columns of dark smoke into the air which seemed thick with a nauseating pall.
Most of their view was obscured and lone double story building blocking line of sight to the main street while piled up in some makeshift barrier against the highway gangs were dozens of toppled pre-war vehicles of immense size.
He stopped. Petrified. Paralysed by his own fears. It was the Follower, he'd spoken, said something reasonable, despite his own pale features.
His voice sounded small, far away, as if it had retreated inside him. "I.... I....uh"
The smoke still rose from the town, the fires still raged, and the occasional gunshot that pierced what otherwise would have been silence sounded ominously echoing through the buildings to a sonorous pitch. Already carrion eaters were gathering, their black forms turning wide circles or perched idly on the spindly arms of long dead boughs. Their beady black eyes witness to whatever charnal slaughter was taking place in the streets that had seemed only a few days ago to be a bustling resort for the weary.
No more did he see the road ahead of them, the wastes slowly encroaching over the last and most recognisable remnants of an old, dead world. No more was it the guiding force in his life nor that which he had dedicated himself to so many months ago.
He clutched at his wrist. Clawing at it .Willing the hand to still the involuntary tremors that ran it's length.
He had tears in his eyes he realised. Today had been too much. Hot tears he realised, as his breath caught, a mixture of outrage and grief as they rolled down his cheeks.
"...... Why?"
It was all he could manage.
Eddie flinched visibly as another shot rang out, it had been much closer than the others had been and it's mere sounding was a rebuke to the hopeful naivety he'd only minutes before been showing.
The Follower said something again. This time he recognised the names of the Ranger, Max, and the Mercenary, Lucas. They'd be nearby somewhere, probably crouched into the remains of one of the crumpled remains of the large vehicles or wedged between the cavernous arms of ravine just beyond the outskirts of the town. Comprised mainly of of the frames of pre-war buildings and the long exposed stretch of open ground outside a wire mesh enclosure containing half a dozen camper-trailers Nipton looked a skeletal husk of its former self.
"I.....I don't see them." He whispered quietly scanning the outskirts. "W-what......what if they got caught up in that? We should....."
What, help? No. Could he even help if he wanted to. The trembling wreck he was screamed internally threatening to overwhelm him. A canine found a tender section of his gum and tore into it, drawing blood, allowing him to momentarily reassert control over himself.
They'd not be able to help. Even if he wanted to they'd likely be walking to their deaths if they went through the township. No good would come of that he decided coldly. If they wanted to live they'd have to go skirt Nipton and hope to God to be quick on their feet and lucky beyond all hope.
When he spoke next he was surprised to have found his voice but it sounded foreign through pale lips. "I can't see them......w-we should leave. Quickly and quietly. Around the village, into the hills, back down the I-15 I don't care but we go now."
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Jason nodded, though Eddie was too struck by the chaos to even notice. Jason fought back a tear. The chaos he heard, the wails of the damned were the kinds of things the Followers stood against, but there was nothing he could do about it. He almost wanted to simply turn around and just head back to the Mojave Outpost maybe even back to Sloan and past Quarry Junction. The growls of Deathclaws somehow seemed less menacing now. At least those abominations you expected such violence from. Only humans could wield weapons as they were here.
As Jason followed Eddie around the town, he was tempted to just activate his Stealth Boy and run, but he couldn't do that to Eddie. His hands shook more with every crouched step, with every scream, with every punctuating gunshot. They skirted far around the town, taking far longer than a trip through it would have, at one point crossing the railroad that ran north-south just east of the town.
The heat was oppressive and the smoke thick. Whoever was doing whatever they were doing were focused on their... task, if it could be called that. It was unlikely they would be seen and the heat of the Mojave tended to warp sights in the distance. By the time they reached the other side Jason was sweating far more than he ever had, not from the heat but from sheer terror. They climbed the hills rather than move into sight of the town, finding foot- and handholds wherever they could. He was by no means an expert climber, or hiker, but Jason quickly was coming to learn that fear granted a person a great deal of skills and abilities they thought they didn't have. He took the more well travelled Eddie's hand as he was pulled onto the ridge and immediately dropped low onto the rocky ground, preferring not to give the occupiers of the town something to see.
Jason looked back and caught the sight of a red flag. He couldn't see the symbol on it but he did not have to, he had heard the description enough times. The mere colour spoke volumes. The colour of blood. Caesar's Legion. Were they really so far beyond the river and the Dam?
"Keep moving," Jason said to himself. "Keep moving. Keep moving." He crawled away from the ledge, muttering the words to himself. He had been focusing so hard that it was only now that he noticed the pounding in his ears from the horrible migraine that had come upon him. He ignored it but still embraced it just a little. It meant he had not been shot.
They scrabbled down the hill back onto the road. "This is too much," he said releasing the breath he held for the hundredth time. He looked up at the sun, how long had they taken on their path? He didn't know nor did he care. They were alive but they couldn't stop yet. Not until they got as far away as possible. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." he said looking at the town and turning away to walk the road toward Novac. No one deserved that.
Up ahead two familiar silhouettes on the road. Max and Lucas?
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"I feel only sadness right now..." Max looked around. "I guess we're in a pre-war trailer park... I wonder where those two doctors are...". Gunshots continued to echo throughout the town. "My brothers do as they are commanded. If this town is full of heathens, than let them suffer in misery. My brothers must do the Lord's work."
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The young surgeon grunted as he hefted Jason up on the rocky outcropping on the village outskirts keeping body pressed against the ground and looking down onto the village with bleary red eyes. The scene below was horrific and despite the distance at which the two had skirted the village he could not silence the screams of the gunshots as tiny armoured figures below went about their grisly business.
He turned away feeling disgusted with his own inaction and focused on the work at hand. It was so difficult to know what was right here. He'd preached naively about the merits of'trying' and 'caring' even if nobody else did however there pressed against the jutting earthen ledges he felt quite the hypocrite.
The pair crawled along the cliff faces keeping low and aiding one another to navigate the worst of the rough terrain. Though Eddie was arguably more well travelled than the Follower he was impressed by how well Jason kept pace struggling to clamber up onto the more difficult to reach edges but unwilling to stop. Above them the sun had reached its zenith and was beating down across the Mojave blurring their vision and baking the rocks beneath so that it burned painfully even through his clothing.
Eventually they reached the highest point of the cliff face they were working their way across and began their descent down towards the Nipton-Novac road taking additional care not to rush to quickly or expose themselves to the butcher's in the lower village.
Convinced that the they had managed to make it out of sight of the township Eddie slumped down against a nearby rock face with a haunted expression on his face.
Two figures stood out on the road ahead of them, their forms distorted by the heat waves. Finding a last reserve of strength Eddie picked himself up and approached them cautiously.
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The events of Nipton were unpleasant to say the least. Lucas was fortunate to have been tempered by past experiences but he wondered how the other two would react. The Men tied to posts, Beheadings, a clear smell of burning flesh mixed with rubber in the air, it's a lot to take in. A question came to his mind, '[i]Why?[i]' What reason could the Legion have for committing a town to such a fate? Perhaps to instil fear.
Approaching from the direction of the now gone Nipton where two figures, one of which pulled ahead of the other. As it got closer he recognised it as Eddie, the Doctor. He picked himself up and saw that he was visibly horrified by the events in the town. "You look like you saw hell itself kid. And I suppose for you it must've been. We can't stop now, not with them so close. As soon as Jason catches up we should make up as much ground as we can."
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Max put his helmet back on. Looking at the wandering tribal doctor, he looked pale. Almost dead. There was one more gunshot. Than a unnerving silence. The stench continued to fill the air around the town. The smoke was thick and almost blocked out the sun. Max was very used to the stench of burning flesh and smoke. Screams and gunshots also meant little to him.
"What goes around, comes around I guess. A town full of heathens shall now pay for their sins. My brethren have fulfilled the Lord's duty. Now their judgement is ahead of them. The Lord is the final authority. Before them, will be their fate."
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"No one deserved that....." The youth whispered as he approached the two figures. His voice was hoarse and his cheeks damp.
Skirting around the township had affected him far more deeply that he was ready to admit and the scenes from below as they had made their desperate climb were etched into his mind as haunting memories that would trouble him for many weeks in the quiet hours of the night. No amount of alcohol, no drug, no woman would blot that out.
The screaming had stopped and a silence of the worst kind had fallen over the Mojave as it's impassivity to the suffering of it's inhabitants seemed to suffuse the air quieting the cawing of the carrion eaters and leaving the four travellers with the horrific task of introspection.
He didn't stop when he reached the Ranger and Lucas. Instead he kept going, using the butt of the spear to support his weight on shaky legs and continue up the winding asphalt into the rough landscape beyond.
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Most of the Ranger's words irritated Lucas, but these particular ones repeated struck a wound. The whole event brought up foul memories and for a moment he felt that Max was talking about both. He confronted him "You think this **** is justified? Are you trying to tell me that those people deserved that fate? A whole town of men, women and children murdered? What about your bullshit about protecting the innocent, where the **** is your damned moralising now?"
If he had stayed in place much longer he would've surely struck the the Ranger, thinking better of it he left in pursuit of Eddie. "Keep your damned hypocrisy to yourself."
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"Protect the innocent, not the wicked. They died for a reason. Because they were heathens. Because they were weak. Because they were NCR."
Max beginning to be annoyed at the groups weakness, started considering Vulpes' proposition. The Legion were a strong army. Caesar was a competent leader. Even Lanius would be a admirable leader. Maybe it was time to get his old Praetorian uniform and wear it again. Be a praetorian again.
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When Eddie found the will to speak his words were half hearted shadows of what he truly wanted to say. "It doesn't matter.... this NCR-Legion nonsense..... who cares?"
He wanted to scream at the Ranger for moralising the massacre using the Lord's name, he wanted to tell him that this talk of the Legion and the NCR was nothing my self serving ideological nonsense that he was hiding behind, remind the Ranger that behind those faceless ideals were people who were neither good not bad, just struggling. But the whole exercise seemed pointless after what he had just seen. What could a vagrant surgeon from the far East Coast possibly say in the face of such mindless violence.
"The weak ones are those that hide behind that crap. Killing and dying for something that stupid is a chumps game. Give me my caps Ranger and we can be done with this. I'll see you as far as Novac and after that we are done. I won't see you, nor you me."
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Jason was in a trance now. He walked along the road, eyes glassed, head pounding. He shook with every step. Since he left Sloan he had been unable to help anyone. He was sweating. The oppressive heat, the overbearing stress. It beat on his shoulders, threatening to push him to his knees, make him give up. He trudged on, following the road. He had to get home, back to Freeside. Julie would have an answer, one that he could believe. He hoped.
"You could have helped them," the voice stated, piercing through the migraine.
"How?" Jason muttered.
"You could have helped them."
"How!?" Jason screamed, breaking the silence of the valley. "I couldn't help them... You're lying..." Jason was on his knees now. How could he help them? Legion would have slaughtered him as they did so many others. They were the kind of people the Followers resented, bullies existing and acting purely to get their way.
Jason rose, he had no answer. Ahead the others were arguing. Jason couldn't quite hear what they were saying.
"Followers of the Apocalypse."
Jason for a brief moment wasn't quite sure what the voice meant, but it dawned on him slowly. They followed NCR's apocalypse. The result of their bloated expansion. Legion was no better were they? Simply another group seeking expansion and domination. Just another apocalypse to follow.
"They are all cancer..." Jason said rising to his feet. He stumbled on, past the others. "All cancer..."
"Yes... All cancer."
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"Your...caps....of course. For my support, you bleed me of currency. Ideals mean little to you. Should've known. Wouldn't see the example before you if I nailed it into your head like a gift from Caesar himself."
Max dropped a sack of caps on the ground. The sack held 750 caps. Enough for both the mercenary and the tribal. "Go ahead, "tribal". Take your caps. Use it to purchase more chems and liquor like the profligate you are."
Max began to leave, heading down the road to Novac. He couldn't care less if they followed. Better if they would let the Legion nail them to a cross. "Weak, dissolute, unresolved". Max said that to the two as he began to leave.
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Seven Hundred and Fifty Caps!
Despite his dour mood the promise of a third of such a large bounty of the precious wasteland currency was an assault to his senses that he was not prepared for, nor was the rebuke the Ranger, or Legionaire he was no longer sure, offered him as he dropped the pouch. Eddie dismissed the notion that Max had any grounds upon which to complain, the terms of their agreement back in the bar in Goodsprings having been fulfilled completely. The surgeon had both made use of his knowledge to remove a bullet in the man's leg and escorted him to the far side of Nipton.
And for his trouble two hundred and fifty caps, so many he considered testing the pouches weight. They came at a steep price though. Two hundred and fifty would be enough to replenish his medical supplies in their entirety if he skimped on food and rearming himself.
He loathed to admit it but as much as he didn't want to see the Ranger again he felt thanks was in order, and honestly felt as though eventually they would cross paths again. "I'd best be prepared" He mumbled.
He rose slowly, using his knees to steady himself. He tossed the caps to Lucas. "Until we get a chance to split the shares they're likely safest with you...... not much I could do if you decided to 'take' them by force either-."
He cut of abruptly. Behind them Jason had begun to behave erratically. He was mumbling something under his breath, clutching at his head. He suddenly started screaming causing Eddie to start suddenly before stumbling past them and down the road towards Novac. The surgeon gave Lucas a concerned glance before setting off after the Follower.
"Hey Pal!" He said as he caught up with the other Doctor. "Joshua....you all right. Do we need to stop or something?"
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Jason stopped, looked at Eddie or maybe through him. His eyes were glazed over and there was a sporadic twitch in his left hand. "They're cancer Eddie... Bloated, growing... Disgusting... Undeserving of our help. They should be made to bleed." Jason's face twisted in disgust. He blinked a few times. His eyes came back, focused on Eddie, but his hand continued to twitch slightly. He continued to speak, his voice calmer, the anger still there but the tranquility of revelation lined his speech. "People like that don't deserve a second chance."
He looked down at the ground for a few seconds. Saying it out loud eased the burden a little but it did little for him, knowing there was still nothing he could have done. He remembered the tin of Mentats and reached for it in his jacket pocket. Removing it, he looked inside. Hopefully someone in Novac had some to sell. He swallowed one. It would be a short while before it took effect.
"Can't stop," Jason said, continuing along the road toward Novac.
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Payment from the Ranger was unexpected, Lucas assumed that the offer no longer stood once Max had walked out of the saloon back in Goodsprings. Still, he'd accept the caps regardless. He caught the bag from Eddie as he tossed it, it was a hefty bag. It ought to be if it contains 750 caps. Thinking about what he'd do in Vegas brought a smile to his face, gambling, drinking, getting a new weapon.
Somewhat absent minded as his attention was grabbed by Jason he responded. "No need to worry about that..." The follower was acting rather strangely. He followed Eddie as he went to check on him and caught the last half of the conversation. "As loopy as he is, we should try put as much distance between us and legion as we can."
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He nodded sharply dropping back a few paces behind the ailing Follower with a crooked frown. "I don't want to be caught so close to town with those freaks down there."
He realised the events of their circumvention of Nipton had been traumatic. Though his face remained pale and drawn except for the angry red circles around his eyes he remained more or less lucid and capable of pragmatic thought, Jason on the other hand seemed to have become slightly unhinged though had recovered slightly when he'd be able to take on of the small tablets he usually carried with him.
[Medicine 50, PERCEPTION FAILED] Perhaps they were anti-psychotics of some kind.
As they walked he turned to Lucas really taking a look at the mercenary for the first time since the bar in Goodsprings. He was what Eddie would have called a 'Hard Man', a hardbitten waster who claimed to be from somewhere out further West in California. Between the wide brim of his hat and the reflective surfaces of his Authority Glasses he truly was an intimidating person, that wasn't even accounting for the Old World technology he carried in a sling on his back.
" Lucas I want to get as far away from Nipton as we can go today." He said quietly, recalling the details of his own trip through the area just a few days prior. His spear tapping against the crumbling roadway in rhythmic beats. "There was an armed encampment not too far from Novac as I recall, tough looking guys, practically a fortress, but that might be out of our reach before nightfall. There was also what looked to be farm....though it had watch towers and a large shack at the centre......What's our play?"
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None of the three where the same after Nipton, but it was clear Jason was the worst affected. It seemed like he had lost his mind entirely, must've been his first time seeing something like that. Eddie was clearly traumatised as well, but managed to keep his head on him. Against his will, he recounted the first time he saw the effects of a raid. It was Junktown, it wasn't destroyed but it was hit hard. Men were killed, women were abducted...Eddie broke his line of though before he could dwell too long
Before responding he looked ahead into the distance, there seemed to be a large canyon ahead. Prime spot for ambushing he thought. "Well, looks like we'll have to go through that canyon ahead. If we take the low road we'd do well to keep our wits about us. Or we could climb the side, though that'd slow us down a fair bit. If your up for it we could press on through the night and head for that encampment you mentioned. If not then it's that farm.
Looks like those options pair up, over the side and hit the ranch or straight through and make as much distance as we can. I'd be wary of a canyon like that so I reckon the first choice would be the way to go. Unless you'd prefer the other."
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"Novac then if you're asking me.....but then we travel as fast as the slowest member. I'm concerned about Jason. He doesn't seem..... right any more. If he does has psychiatric issues then perhaps time in a settlement will allow him to reassert control over himself."
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Maximus Mobius
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As Max walked along the train track heading North, he made it his goal to get to Novac. From there, he would make it to Nelson, and than to Cottowood cove. Dead Sea would be sure to help him.
After a couple of minutes, he started to think back to the three. Their chance of survival was against them without his guidance. But he didn't care to help those that lacked resolve. That hinge on pre-war medicine for strength. They were dissolute...but the follower was not a part of any of it. The tribal was too far out and too new to the Mojave to be a part of any of it. But the Mercenary, he held disdain for him. Ignorant, self absorbed, greedy. Lives mean little to him for the right price. Max knew that group will be broken by the Mojave. A shame he had to lose money over a lost cause.
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Jakar Umbra
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Jason's pace was not leisurely, settling just below a brisk walk, but his steps were even, deliberate, almost trance-like as he walked along the road, guided by the others. Every now and then his thoughts would become coherent again only to be shattered a second later by the memory of Nipton. At one point he became coherent enough to know that they would pass that Ranger Station just after the sun set, with Novac barely maybe an hour and a half after that, provided that nothing stopped them. After the thought was finished the screams overwhelmed him again and he shut out everything once again.
"Can't stop..." he muttered as he continued walking.
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They made good time along the road matching Jason's staggered pace. Shadows seemed to creep in around them as the sun sank beneath the upper reaches of the valley they were passing through still following the Nipton-Novac Road. The decision to not stop at the Farm had been a unanimous one though Eddie still could not help but long for those high sand bagged watch towers. Even one of them perched up there could cover the entirety of the roadway below allowing the broken party even a few more moments notice if Legionaires had stolen a march on them.
However they were almost into the NCR territory if Lucas was right and the armed encampment was a Ranger Station. Despite the protection it would afford them Eddie still housed no love for the NCR though admittedly he knew less than nothing about them......were it not for the Ranger he might have some sympathies for they cause.
It was almost nightfall when they made it to a dip in the Valley. From the path he could now see what Lucas had meant. The High Path and the Low Road.....and beyond them both the Ranger Station. On their left was nothing bull a hilly mass of cacti and Yucca subtly attempting to mask a ruined tunnel system for some ancient pre-war vehicle it's tracks passing alongside their path. On the Right was a massive billboard obscuring the groups view of the High Path.
"I don't know about this Lucas....... It all looks really wrong. Go down and were exposed to every Jack, ****, and Nancy up there with a bottle to throw.......go up" He gulped in an exaggerated fashion, like some comic book side kick caricature. "... and who knows what we walk into."
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Max walked along the train track. Running into a group of coyote. He dispatched them with ease. Crossing over a small mountain and making it to a road, Max learned where he was. A ways ahead would be the ranger station. Seeing the pre-war train tracks, he made his way onto it and started to walk down toward Novac.
As he walked his road, he noticed a bridge ahead of him. Perfect spot for a ambush. Drawing his revolver, he made his way down toward the bridge. Ready to draw on anything that wanders into his sight.
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"I hear ya Doc." was all that Lucas said whilst thinking about how to approach this valley. It was too good of a location for there to not be an ambush waiting in some way. Nodding to the right he continued "I could go up the side and check it out, anything up there won't see me coming. I'd come back and let you know or you could head straight on through and I'd get the drop on anything or anyone up there." then he turned to the left. "Could try cut across that way and go around the canyon. I hear Nightstalkers are particularly fond of this area though." Looking straight ahead he delivered his final statement. "The there's risking heading straight through, it'll be faster but if there's anything up there we're prime targets. Thoughts?"
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The young Doctor looked at the cliff face thoughtfully then pointed down the road in the rough direction of Novac and the Ranger Station.
"Jason and I will take the Low Road. It'll be quick, easy going, and we'll be exposed the entire time. That's where you come in. We'll wait right here as you get set up in the High Path. Once you give us the okay we start walking. Anything or anyone nearby should see us coming a mile off.......when the do. Zap. You taken em down and we meet up on the other side."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Maximus Mobius
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As Max began to inch closer to the overpassing bridge, he took out his only flashbang grenade. He had been saving it if he would ever be cornered, but now seemed like a good idea to have it out just in case. Max walked as quietly as he could. Making his gear rattle as little as possible.
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A classic attempt at a guilt trip from Eddie. It worked to a point, he'd been a decent travel companion so far. That and having a Doctor around is hugely beneficial. "You got it kid, keep an eye out" he said as he set off. The incline was steep enough to be rather inconvenient, but still manageable at least. [Sneak]Lucas climbed it slowly trying to make as little noise as possible. A stone or two came loose, but it was nothing significant. Approaching a kind of ridge he stopped and listened, there were footsteps. Very heavy footsteps. He was conscious of his breathing and hoped nothing was looking his direction as he looked over.
Bighorners. He let out a sigh of relief that they were all that were there along a small flat atop the cliff. But he was not yet done, there was another area yet to climb. He made his way by the relatively peaceful creatures and took a position behind them that left him in view of Eddie and overlooked the canyon. Sure enough there were two would be ambushers hiding here, hidden from view of the entrance. He took a good look at them, one was in leather armour and carried a grenade rifle. The woman beside him was clad in metal armour and held what appeared to be a varmint rifle. Lucas was about to signal when he spotted a third at the far side of the canyon. It was hard to see, but by their stance it looked like they were holding some sort of melee weapon.
He looked back to his companions and pointed to the far side of the canyon, hoping Eddie would at least pay attention to that side, and followed up by waving them on. Keeping his rifle pointed at the one in Leather he waited for the opportune moment to pull the trigger.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.06.24 23:48:00 -
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Reality came back into focus as Jason heard his name. He blinked, breathed deep. He still lacked full control. Words wouldn't come. This was another brief moment of clarity, but it was becoming better as the Mentats kicked in but he could feel himself shutting down. He needed to stop. He nodded his response to whatever it was that Eddie had said, hoping that he wasn't agreeing to take a bullet to the head.
"Snakes slither in the cracks," the voice said.
Jason's eyes suddenly came into focus. It was a warning, a strange flag of caution that more often than not would be passed off as a hunch by most but was definitive fact accompanied by some strange insight where his disembodied mental passenger was concerned. Jason wasn't entirely sure what was meant by the cryptic warning but all he could determine was...
"Something's wrong..." he said to Eddie.
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Max slowed down. He noticed two figures in the shadows of the overpass. Carefully, Max began to ready his flashbang. It won't kill anyone but it will give him enough time to quickly run up and dispatch of the two if they were raiders. If they were just hiding, he would let them be after knocking them out.
As Max began to pull the pin, he noticed another figure on the top along a ridge line. He pulled the pin and threw his grenade near the two figures, hoping the third figure would be caught in the flashbang's radius. He pulled out his Machete Gladius, waiting for the flash. He had been using his Machete earlier to cut out barrel cactus fruit and banana yucca so it was close at hand afterward.
Max closed his eyes as the flash hit, and he ran forward. Opening his eyes, he saw the two figures begin to fall over and cover their faces. He noticed the figure on the ridge line was not there anymore. He was either gone or maneuvered away. It didn't matter. He ran up to the two, grabbing a woman in metal armor and putting the machete to her throat. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
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"Something's wrong..."
Eddie groaned loudly as the reached the lowest part of the roadway. Jason had regained a semblance of his former stability if but for a moment and perceived something the wandering doctor had not.
Today was just not Eddie's day.
He flicked the spear up behind his arm and dropped into a defensive crouch scanning the crags carefully for any signs of danger. He fought the urge to look upwards at the cliff face fearing that he would give Lucas away perhaps catch sight of some snarling face with a rifle, god forbid something worse.
A slight scrapping against the rocky ground alerted him to the presence of a stranger wearing a a motor cycle helmet and suit of what appeared to be leather armour reinforced by additional padding an a road sign beaten into the jagged shape of a pauldron. A makeshift blade fashioned from a Lawnmower Blade was clasped firmly in his hands.
"Really?" was the only thing Eddie could think to say before he stepped forwards to meet the stranger's rush.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.06.25 03:03:00 -
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"Knock knock," the voice whispered in Jason's left ear as Eddie, exasperated, turned to the one approaching with the makeshift sword.
Jason, still a little out of it turned to his left as a leather boot hit the ground and the flash of steel in the moonlight caught his eye from a nearby dried bush. He stepped back just in time to avoid getting the axe buried in him, though it still struck him across the chest, tearing his shirt and labcoat. Its wielder was a woman, quite taller and more muscular than Jason. She swung again, catching him in the shoulder. Jason's mind was immediately back to reality if it wasn't completely before, as the impact cut into his previously bandaged shoulder, eliciting a scream of terror and rage from him.
"Get the axe!"
Jason scrambled away as an overhead swing came down impacting the road and digging up a few flecks of it.
"Kill the cancer!"
[Nerd Rage! Unlocked] Jason felt an overwhelming rage come over him. This woman was one of those people. No better than Caesar's Legion she wanted to kill him, to wound and hurt the world. As she swung again Jason rolled. Her reached for his laser pistol, yanking it off the belt and opening fire. Beams found the woman's side and she screamed angrily as she swung again, the lasers barely finding any real place to do damage on her leather clad body. He ducked under the swing and shoulder charged her with his good shoulder, laser pistol still in hand. She fell backward onto the ground, dropping the axe and surprised by the sudden surge of strength from the shorter man wearing the Followers uniform.
His left arm and chest hurting, he dropped the laser pistol, grabbed the fire axe from the ground, finding the strength in his left arm to hold it with both hands and swung down at the woman. Her eyes wide, she rolled, getting caught on the leg by the axe and screaming as she stumbled to her feet.
"The snake slithers away wounded. Kill the snake! Kill the cancer!" the voice echoed from all directions, its statements overlapping each other but the intent clear. The rage in Jason's eyes mirrored that intent.
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((Ignore))
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After the day he'd had Eddie didn't even think. His response to the sudden appearance of more desperate wasteland raiders with instinctive and lacked the former empathy it had once shown.
All of his muscles tensed in a reflexive manner only now just noticing the appearance of a second bedraggled attacked as he stepped forward into the change of the raider bearing the makeshift sword. He shifted into a defensive posture spreading his hand grips along the length of the weapons haft and keeping the blade in a half-stance his his waist. The blade pointed up towards the attacked neck.
His hand flashed to the sheath of one of his long bladed throwing knives where it became a silvery streak through the air sinking in to the exposed flesh between the motorcycle helmet and the reinforced leather, just above the clavicle causing the arm to slump limply.
Eddie ignored the enraged grunt. His eyes simply focused on the makeshift blade as raider shifted the sword to his other hand barely slowing his charge, swinging the sword in an undisciplined fashion. He found it easy to swat aside the the length of steel with the tip of the spear , side stepping another blow, and countering with a precise thrust into the arm pit where the leather appeared to be thinnest.
The reaction was instantaneous. The worn wooden spear shattered in it's hands with a resounding crack showering his hands and chest with splinters leaving the tip embedded .....
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Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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As Eddie and Jason made their way into the canyon, the Raider raised his grenade rifle to attack them. But before he could, Lucas took his shot, striking the raider in his throat. He fell, dying nearly instantly. His companion turned around after hearing the distinctive sound of the laser rifle. She quickly took a shot that went wide and grazed the pauldron of his reinforced leather. Lucas' follow up shots were on target but momentarily by a return shot that went into his shoulder. Fortunately his armour slowed it down enough that the bullet only made a shallow incision into his flesh.
His own punctured through her armour and felled her. Turning his attention to the action unfolding below, he prepared to aid Jason and Eddie when he was struck from behind. A third raider had happened upon them and ambushed him. He was knocked to the ground and dropped his rifle but managed to regain his composure and rolled to avoid a follow up from the raider.
He managed to stand back up a pull out his pistol, manoeuvring to put the raider between him and the cliff face he took a shot at his leg and rushed him, knocking him off balance and down into the canyon. With no chance of him surviving, or at least of being able to move afterwards, he looted the bodies of the other two raiders. 20 caps and a grenade rifle which he slung over his back. With no where to stow his laser rifle, he'd be forced to carry it at all times. While it was only slightly more weight it would still prove to be more tiring, particularly with a now injured shoulder. With the battle below seemingly over, he made his way down to meet back up with Jason and Eddie.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.25 23:14:00 -
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Jason's attacker tried to duck left, Jason followed. She stopped, reversed direction, twisted the wounded ankle and fell over. She had barely tried to get up when Jason drove the axe into her leg eliciting a scream that caused distant coyotes to howl in response. Lifting the axe again Jason drove it into her chest. There was a disturbing crunch as the axe drove through her chest, silencing her permanently. He removed the axe and looked at it, shaking.
He drove his left thumb along the curve of the blade covering it in blood, then put it in his mouth. The euphoria washed over him and he turned his head to look around.
"The snake is dead. The inevitable result of her actions. Her blood strengthens you."
Jason looked around for more attackers. None came. His chest and left arm hurt horribly but the taste in his mouth carried a strength with it. He wiped off another set with his thumb and put it in mouth as he held the axe at his side. It was only prudent that he kept it. He dropped to his knees and checked the few pockets on the woman's armour and found a bottle of Buffout. Explained a lot.
He rose again and stumbled over to Eddie. He was burnt out. It was too much now. The muddled thoughts were gone. Even the voice was oddly silent. He was running purely on adrenaline at this point.
"I really need a nap," he managed to slur to the surgeon.
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His eyes widened with horror as he turned to look up a Jason.
At first he thought the Follower wounded perhaps wounded in the scuffling but upon closer inspection he appeared to be unharmed for the most part. Fresh blood was smeared across his cheeks and dripped from both his chin and the axe clasped in his hands. His ghoulish appearance was disturbing on a personal level.
"Jason?!" He exclaimed stumbling back over the corpse of his raider. He couldn't place the name of what Jason was, his mind too sharply focusing on the crimson flecks staining his teeth. " What the hell did yo....."
He stopped short. Perhaps he shouldn't make a big deal of it. He was acutely aware of several splinters in his hands that were were leaking pearls of dark blood.
He stammered back a response without even thinking. "Y-you.....uh.....you look like hell man. A-a-a nap and perhaps something to clean yourself up with......"
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.26 02:06:00 -
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Jason staggered over to his laser pistol, reattached it to his belt then moved to his duffle bag. He slumped to the ground next to the bag, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand and licking his teeth. Should he be worried? He thought he should be. Maybe he didn't have enough energy to be worried about it now. He looked down at his ruined shirt and the tears in his lab coat. He had extra shirts and could fix the lab coat. Tomorrow. Maybe.
He yawned. How could he be so calm after that fight? He knew he should be worried. He was burnt out. He looked at the axe again. Save for the blood it was relatively clean, standing the test of time. On the other side of the axe blade appeared to be something akin to the pick of a pickaxe. He shrugged. Worry about that later too.
Eddie had said something about food. Real food.
"Real food...?" Jason repeated.
"This is real food," the voice stated to him matter-of-factly.
Jason found himself agreeing and sighed. He reached into his jacket for the tin to find the pocket torn away. He squinted in the darkness to find the tin just barely noticeably on the road. The clasp had flown open and it was empty of the few remaining pills. It was far too dark to find them on the road. Jason groaned. The pain from his wounds was encroaching now.
"How far is Novac?" he asked softly.
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As the Mojave sky darkened, Max heard the struggles end. He was near the source of it all. After hiding for a moment, he recognized the voices. It was of the group of dissolute profligates he was walking with until Nipton. Heavy breathing and forced words were all he heard.
Max turned on his helmets night vision to get a better look. What he saw disgusted him. The follower ingested the blood of a fire axe. He knew something was off about that follower but cannibalism disgusted Max. Max got up from the shadows and began to walk forward to the group with his sequioas in hand.
"To drink the blood and eat the flesh of the Lord's children is a disgrace to our father. You claim to be help those in need of it, but you are more despicable than these reavers that lie dead. The reavers that you consume of their life." Max pointed a sequioa at Jasons head and pulled the hammer back. "Repent and beg for forgiveness from our father or I shall send you to Satan".
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Posted - 2015.06.26 02:31:00 -
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"Not far I guess. Couple of miles.....so maybe an hour." He reckoned. He was still rather distressed by what he had seen.
Eddie sheathed the sword he'd salvaged from his victim as he finished off covering the body with dirt. He'd managed to carve a very shallow grave from the earth and had just shifted and covered the body with a last few handfuls of scree. When he rose he noticed that Lucas was not in sight. He'd heard laser fire and seen a raider body drop from above onto the road. Was the mercenary alive?
"Luuuuuuuuuuccaaaaaaaassssss!" His voiced echoed off the canyon walls. "You alive? If you're dead youyou don't have to say anything! We understand!"
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.26 02:32:00 -
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"The packless wolf approaches, barking and baring teeth," the voice observed.
Jason looked over to the approaching Max, wielding his two revolvers menacingly. Jason groaned loudly. He was becoming jaded now, as though for the moment all emotion were removed just to protect his mind from caving in on itself. He leaned back.
"I really can't take much more of this."
"He means to kill you."
"I can see that." Jason sat back up. "Listen Max. I've got a cut in my chest and my left arm is one sudden movement away from being in a sling. I can barely feel anything right now, I'm pretty sure my head is supposed to feel like it's in a vice but it doesn't and I have no Mentats to focus my mind with. Can this please wait until after we get to Novac and I patch myself up?"
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.26 02:39:00 -
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Hearing Jason tell Max he is too tired and injured to care angered him. "Disgusting. You are a abomination in the eyes of the Lord and I shall carry his vengeance". Max took a shot near Jason's leg as a way to spook him into repenting. "Repent or I shall tell Julie Farkas to look for another wasteland junkie to train!"
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Posted - 2015.06.26 03:16:00 -
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As the Ranger approached a single thought ran through Eddie's mind.
****.
This seriously was not his day. He flinched as the sequoia roared, drew his new found weapon before the Ranger could act, hand dropping down the throwing knives at his belt. He had a fast draw with these things and uncanny accuracy. Would it be enough.
"You seriously need to stop this pal." He growled his trying to be command. "Walk away or I'll cut your ******* head off."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.26 03:18:00 -
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Jason twitched more from the sound of the shot than the bullet actually striking near him. He looked over to Eddie, then back to Max.
"He speaks your guardian's name. Threatens your life and threatens to say he did it. He speaks as though everything were so simple. Even your people know that the pieces of the world are not so cleanly coloured."
Jason looked up at Max. "You're riding with me. I die. You die. Can you speak to him?"
"You've never granted me such freedom. I'm not sure it will work."
Jason sighed. He almost wished it was a split personality rather than schizophrenia, though the other could potentially be worse. Still the voice and him were the same. Sort of. Maybe? Julie had told him this but still he doubted it. Many times the thoughts he could truly identify as his were contradictory to the opinions of the voice. Perhaps it was the urgency and importance of the situation that resulted in this uncanny synthesis of thought.
"You do not know me Max. You tell me to repent for something that I could never control? It's the reason I had the Mentats in the first place. You are no better than the Legion you claim to have left. You speak of repenting yet spurn the weak, you claim your strength yet use it for nothing more than some petty revenge. The fact is despite your self righteous bullshit you've never done a good thing in your life. I have helped people, sacrificed so others could eat, saved lives. The only thing you can do is take them. At the end of the day you're no better than Legion or NCR. All you can do is take. You've never given a thing in your ******* life. You tell me I'm an abomination? The next time you find a mirror look in it and tell the monster looking back at you 'Hi' for me."
Jason struggled to get to his feet, clutching his chest. "And you are not worthy to speak Julie's name," Jason spat. He fell back into a sitting position, his body too worn out now to stand on its own.
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.26 03:51:00 -
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Max cocked and drew his second revolver at Jason. "[Terrifying Presence ?]Attempt to kill me and I promise I'll get to Caesar and tell him to go east until he finds your tribe and strikes its name along with you from history." Max than pulled back his hammer on the revolver he just shot. [Perception 8] "You are not the follower. You are his demon. I should kill you like the pathetic abomination you are. Even if I die, the Legion WILL mark you for death. Do you know the amount of Frumentarii came into the Mormon fort? And do you know how many are there? Watching Julie Farkas carefully? "
Max than looked over to Eddie. "Killing me is to only ensure your death, and your tribes death. They will make sure you watch your tribe burn to the ground before they crucify you in front of the mass grave that will be there. Your last sight on this Earth will be of your dead tribe."
Max than looked at Jason, slumped on the ground. Weak and exhausted. Almost like prey waiting for a predator to finally put it out of its misery. "The Legion might be flawed but we will crush the NCR and we will burn away all degenerates like you. Festering in the body of a weakling. Too tired to fight. Too scared to fight. Now either the follower repents, or I shall leave your corpse rotting and baking in the sun. A treat for the Nightstalkers and Vultures that patiently wait. The Lord's justice is at hand. Now it is your decision. Cannibal".
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Posted - 2015.06.26 07:46:00 -
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Jason stood again, propping himself on the axe. He exhaled. The pain was getting worse. Eddie said Novac was a couple miles. That would be something like forty minutes if he manged to keep pace. He looked at the Ranger and his pistols.
"You are a coward Max. It's as simple as that. You can't cope. Could never cope. Caesar's Legion doesn't care about you. You'd be strung up. Made an example of. Shown what happens to those who try to leave the Legion. NCR? Well as bad as you think you are, multiply yourself by a squad and you can guess the result. Your God? After all I've done for people I would appreciate it if he could understand that he **** me into the Wasteland this way."
He searched through the duffle bag and removed a dose of Med-X. After injecting himself he slung the bag over his good shoulder and began walking toward Novac, axe in hand. "I really need a nap."
"He could shoot you in the back," the most direct statement the voice made all night.
"I am well aware and quite frankly, I'm too tired to give a ****."
Jason stumbled, then struggled to get back up. Maybe he should have tried bandaging himself first. He pushed on the axe to get back to his feet, continuing on in the dark. As he walked, or rather stumbled, he listened for the coward's shot.
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Posted - 2015.06.26 21:40:00 -
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Lucas made his way down to the canyon, now noticing a sharp pain in his shoulder from where the bullet was housed and a second lingering one where he was struck from behind. He missed most of the events below and heard his name called out by Eddie. Waiting until he was on flat ground to respond, he heard a distinctive gunshot of a large calibre pistol. 'Damn thing's not over yet?' he thought to himself as he kept low.
Then he saw him. That damned Ranger had come around again. 'Would've been better off with the deathclaws'. [Sneak] He approached him stealthily and struck him with the stock of the rifle to the back of the head. While he wasn't the strongest it should prove enough to momentarily daze him whilst delivering his usual righteous bullshit. "You're a hell of a pain, ya know that? I've met gangsters that had more decorum." remarked Lucas as he levelled his rifle. "Now, could you do us a favour and stop threatening the good doctor?"
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Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.06.26 22:36:00 -
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[Stonewall] "You call that a hit?! Pathetic. I've fought Mole rats with more strength than you". Max than quickly moved and aimed t g e revolver that was aiming at Jason, at Lucas. "I fear no man and no beast. That doctor is neither. He doesn't even deserve to be a slave. He is a abomination. Abominations must be eradicated from this land."
Max than turned around and began to walk up to Jason. Max stopped 3 feet away and looked at Jason with the lifeless red eyes of the helmet. "You are weak, unresolved, fearful, and dissolute. I have no such monsters within me since I have the strength to control my inner demons, unlike you". Max than put his revolvers away. "I won't even waste a bullet on a unworthy life such as yours. You aren't worth the cost of it. Let the Mojave do its work for me."
Before Max left, he said to Jason, [Speech ?] "I'll see you at Fremont, Jason. There, me and Julie shall have a nice chat." Max than began to leave. Going straight for Novac.
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He sheathed his blade visibly uneasy unwilling to take his eyes off of the Ranger, though he kept his hand on the belt of throwing knives in case he tried anything.
He turned away to follow Jason.
"So long Ranger." He said, grinding his teeth together as he showed his back to Max. "Despite all of this crap thank you. You kept your word and paid us. That at least was honest."
[Sorry it's about all I can think of until we move on.]
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.06.28 22:03:00 -
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Jason ignored the ranger, eyes watering under the pain as he walked steadily to Novac, trying to move as quickly as possible but stumbling every time he tried to move too fast. The ranger had passed him, going on his way to Novac as well. He could hear Eddie behind him.
Jason was out of breath when Novac came into view and he almost collapsed at the door to the front desk of the motel.
"Oh dear. What happened to you?" she asked, coming around the desk.
"Can..." Jason coughed. "Can I... get a room?"
"You poor thing. The room you rented when you were here before is still available," she said running back behind the desk to grab the key and put it in his hand.
Jason inhaled to get enough breath to speak. "Thank... you."
He dragged himself to the second room on the bottom floor, pushed open the door and fell onto the bed, forgetting about Eddie, or Max or anything else.
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Eddie left Jason and Lucas as they entered the town. The travelling had drained him more mentally that physically to the point that he actually felt restless. It also could have been that he was terrified to sleep fearing that should he close his eyes he'd be transported back to that abominable cliff side over Nipton to watch the slaughter again.
Instead he explored the small township using the massive green gecko-lizard-thing that was a part of the Dino-D-Lite as a point of reference. Night had fallen and the townspeople were already retreating to their homes or perhaps the diner for their evening meal. For a time he spoke with the mercenaries and a female doctor in a small encampment by the road, sitting with them over their modest meal of **** N' Beans hearing them tell of their experiences further North.
He rather quickly determined by the way the Doctor, one Ada Strauss, spoke and acted that she was no medical practitioner and was more relying on the powerful pre-war chemicals to provide adequate care than any actual skill. She seemed an amicable type. Perhaps he could use that. The chemicals would do more good in his hands anyway.
He also spent some time talking with a grizzled old sociopath the townsfolk called No-Bark Noonan who regaled him with conspiracy theories of Communist Zombies from the Moon, a Chupacabra that stalked a local farmstead, amongst other fantastic stories.
He even spent an hour oiling and acclimatising to the blade he taken from the fallen raider testing it against the reaching arms of some ominous looking cacti pretending for a moment they were the menacing forms of Super Mutants, Radscorpions, or even the fabled Deathclaw.
[Lady Killer] Thoroughly out of breath and shaking from the cold night air he returned to the small encampment to make his heist and successfully stole past the dozing guardsmen quietly slipping into the tent. What happened in there Eddie would never tell another living soul however several hours later he rather briskly walked out of the red-cross tent offer the rather surprised guardsmen a sharp 'evening gents' before disappearing off down the road.
He stumbled into the diner around mid-night before closing time and collapsed against the bar mumbling strange fragments of his experiences, ketamine, a medical brace, something that sounded painful to do with microfusion cells. He'd made off with a few items that were tucked into his pack. She'd never even notice the difference between the already exhausted syringes of Med-X, or question why several of her up until recently fresh blood packs had suddenly turned to a dark ash like substance.
He fell to the though that although what he'd done was fundamentally wrong.....and what Dr Strauss would have done to him was fundamentally wrong on so many different levels.....at least someone out in the wastes would be less likely to die from a bullet wound or a poisoning.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.06.29 01:49:00 -
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Max quietly strided down the road toward boulder city. He had enough coyote tobacco chew to keep him awake enough to not collapse in the middle of the road. After a while, he thought about making contact with the frumentarii at the mormon fort and getting information and maybe a passport to enter the strip. The Omertas might be able to get Max to the fort without NCR noticing Legion movements.
Max was stuck deep in thought. Maybe provoking the follower Jason to repent would be the better way. Maybe putting Julie to the sword would be the better way. Do what Lanius did. Put her to the edge of his gladius. Such abominations do not deserve happiness. Max pulled out his gladius as he walked. It reflected the moon off the side. It tasted much blood. Maybe it is time for it to taste more. The scorpion's tail.
After a couple hours of walking, Max made it to Boulder city. Max resented this wretched sight. A memorial to the vermin of NCR that hold a monument to his fallen brothers. It would be better to just kill every last NCR soldier here and keep going. Truly make this town into a ghost town of sacrificed NCR. Yet Max wouldn't. Why shed unnecessary blood. Max looked up and seen the position of the moon. "Almost morning... I'll get at least 2 hours of sleep than keep going".
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Posted - 2015.06.29 01:59:00 -
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Jason dreamed of Julie that night. She simply sat there while he lay with his head in her lap and screams of the damned bombarded him from every direction. At one point the dream collapsed, to be replaced by the members of the Followers telling him how much of a monster he was. Eventually the voices gave way to the screams again and eventually a haunting yet paradoxically tranquil silence as he floated in some untold endless abyss.
He awoke as the light filtered through the cracks in the heavy leather curtain covering the window. He rolled over to feel something cold on his back. The axe. He slowly sat up, groaning as every part of him ached. The bag with his supplies had fallen off the bed, or perhaps been knocked off with his violent sleep. He managed to get himself off the bed and into the bathroom where he looked himself over. Blood had dried on both his torn lab coat and the mangled shirt beneath.
"The packless one will tell your guardian?"
Jason jumped, startled by the voice. He wasn't sure if the voice was making a statement or asking a question. He looked at his hands, they were shaking. Withdrawal. He was out of Mentats but there was some Fixer. He contemplated for a moment then, with a shaky hand, popped two of the pills into his mouth and downed them with some water.
"I... No." He removed his lab coat and shirt and began fixing himself up. The blood had dried during the night, perhaps even before he got to Novac since very little were on the sheets. He cleaned himself up. Sterilising the wounds, suturing them as best he could and bandaging them. He injected himself with a small enough dose of Med-X that he would at least be able to walk without feeling like he would fall to pieces.
"You seem unsure."
"Knowing a name doesn't mean you know the person. He's never set foot inside the fort. I'd have seen him." Jason tore up the shirt, discarding the dirty pieces and retaining the cleaner parts for rags and bandages. The lab coat, he began to stitch, back together. "Even if he did tell her anything, Julie knows me. She's not going to throw me out or hate me because some delusional ass with a superiority complex says so."
"He claimed flies on the walls of our home."
"They have a very textbook way of walking. Arcade pointed out one to me. They never stick around however. Modern medicine is an affront to them and they would never use it to heal others, merely pop in to 'buy supplies' so that they could observe then leave."
Jason filled the bucket in the bathroom with water and Abraxo Cleaner then submerged the lab coat in the mixture. A bath later he pulled on a clean shirt from his supplies and wrung out his lab coat as tightly as he could, before throwing it over his shoulders. It was still cold from the bit of water in it but no doubt it would dry on his shoulders as the day went on. He stepped out into the morning light, squinting.
His first stop was the Dino Bite Gift Shop where he managed to trade a few of his medical supplies for a laser rifle and some microfusion cells,, deciding to have some more substantial protection. The rifle itself was in decent condition but he would look at it later to see if anything needed to be done. His second stop was the diner where he would try to get some breakfast before the Fixer made him too nauseous.
"He claims to have become packless before the bull's herd reached the dam yet knows of the locations of flies?"
It was another half question, but one that made Jason spit the piece of Brahmin steak from his mouth as though he had just been slapped in the back of the head.
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Posted - 2015.06.29 03:41:00 -
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When Eddie awoke he was in a completely foreign place.
His first thought was of pure panic. He was sure Dr Strauss had managed to find him in his inebriated state. His escape from her tent had coincided nicely with an insatiable thirst for whisky eventually leading him to the Diner of the Dino-Dee-Lite where he'd eventually collapsed against the bar. He sat up sharply and quickly patted himself down, checking that everything was where it should have been and that no new scars or more importantly burns having listened to her deprivations marred his body, sighing with relief as none presented themselves.
He glanced around taking stock of his situation for the first time. It was a small dingy room. Red carpet lined the floors, leather curtains kept the blinding rays of the sun at bay, while modest pre-war furniture long since refurbished littered the room. He sat there on the lumpy double bed. His pack had been placed down against one of the walls, sword belt and buckle neatly leaning against the side of the bed frame.
He rose with a groan, clutching at his head, and gathered his belongings. Stepping out into the light of day was like being struck by a train..... Eddie admittedly didn't really understand the nature of the imagery that idiom was supposed to convey. He'd seen monorails before out East but all of those had been rusted hulks that could barely function. Still he felt like ****.
More than likely it had been Jennie May who'd availed himself of his patronage. Who else would have given a ****? He'd have to thank her later and settle the costs of the room if she hadn't herself.
He gave himself some time to adjust to the daylight wincing the entire time as his shaking hand allowed even the faintest of light to filter between his fingers. Assured that he could function somewhat well enough to barter he stumbled over to the Dino Bite's Giftshop offering the owner a half hearted greeting as he struggled to removed his salvaged weapons from his pack.
A bandoleer of .38 shells, two .357 Pistols, one admittedly with a broken hammer, the 10mm automatic, the length of rusted pipe, and an evil looking garden gnome the owner seemed quite taken with.
He exchanged these for an old .45 automatic with a heavy slide, a few magazine casings, two score rounds, and a weapons repair kit. He grinned feeling the reassuring weight of a large calibre automatic pistol in his hands. The .45 was a compact weapon, simple to use, and simple to maintain. Perfect for him, he thought tucking the weapon into the waist of his trousers.
This day had certainly started in a better fashion than the previous one had. He was almost beginning to feel chipper again s he walked out into the open space in front of the motel, glancing around as if looking for the others in the small company.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.06.29 05:41:00 -
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Max woke up after a couple of hours. He learned to cope with the hard sleeping and bad conditions. Max got up and dusted himself off. He had to reach the mormon fort and make contact with the legionaire there by dusk of the next day. Max grabbed his fifle and flung it around his shoulder. It was a trustworthy rifle but old and it began to have problems. Maybe it was time for a upgrade. Max thought as he might be able to pick up a sniper rifle at the gun runners. The rifles shared the same ammo so munitions shouldn't be an issue.
Max thought for a moment. Should he just cross the old world wall and approach the Legate's camp. A Praetorian in his presence. Forever loyal to his brothers but still a follower of Joshua. After some thought, Max decided going through such a NCR dense checkpoint was too much of a gamble. Max remembered his skill as a Frumentarii. He and his Twisted hairs brother were quite capable. Long treks and independent survival for weeks on end. Though Max didn't care for the old world wall. He saw it, but saw it as a bridge, not as a source of energy. Not as a source of bloodshed.
Max than began to walk forward toward the 188. He might be able to get some food there and continue his trek north to Fremont. As he got there, the flag of the two headed bear flapped in the wind. Another small settlement, claimed by the bear. The two headed bear. Two separate heads going in opposite directions, but ultimately going nowhere. Max walked over to the 188 slop and shop and got himself a freshly made Gecko steak with a sunset sarsparilla. After he finished, he made his way down to a child sitting by himself. Had strange headgear on.
"What's your name, child?" the child looked up and stared for a moment. Everything was silent. Than his eyes began to seem lifeless and he began to speak, as if it wasn't even him. As if he was possessed by a demon. "A scorpion skulks in the presence of the Bull's shadow. Though loyal, cares little for it. Seeks out a greater truth, of a greater force that created everything he needs. His brothers seem to leave the scorpion by himself but a scorpion is weak when by himself. Questions right from wrong. But loyalty weighs down the scale. But which side of the scale weighs heaviest? Forecast: Loyalties and morals will be tempered by history through blood".
Max paled behind his helmet when he heard the child say all that. Such innocence yet such a understanding of morals and pain. Ordeals of blood and pain yet almost no true understanding of suffering. "You speak wisdom, but it falls upon deaf ears, child. The scorpion has no nead to fear the bull or the bear. Too big to notice the scorpion, to little to hurt the bull or bear." Max gave the child a hundred caps and left for the Fremont entrance. Truly thinking back to what the child said.
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Posted - 2015.06.29 21:56:00 -
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The long walk to Novac was dull to the point that Lucas had temporarily forgotten about the bullet pierced ever so slightly into his flesh. The group kept a steady pace and managed to arrive before midnight. As Lucas and Eddie went their separate ways a figure caught Lucas' attention walking from the Dinosaur to the Motel. [Friend of the Night] The figure was dark skinned and male, but before he could determine his identity the figure darted to a motel room with a look of panic.
Lucas' followed him and managed to catch which room he retreated to. As soon as Lucas entered he recognised the man, Bruce Issac, a singer from New Reno.
"****, look Lucas we can make a deal. Just me and you, we don't need to get Mr Bishop involved. I can get caps, I'll give you whatever the hell you want if you don't turn me in."
"Brucey, calm down, I'm not here for Bishop."
"You...you're not? He didn't send you to get revenge?"
"Revenge? What the hell did you do?"
"Uh...his daughter, and I may have taken care of a problem with payment."
"You....stole caps from and defiled the daughter of the head of one of the most powerful crime families in New Reno?"
Lucas stared in disbelief at the man as a short silence lingered between them. It was no wonder Bruce was practically terrified, Mr Bishop was ruthless and knew every inch of the wasteland personally. It wouldn't be long until he or one of his henchmen searched the Mojave. Bruce broke the silence as he gestured at Lucas shoulder where blood had now been seeping through.
"You alright"
Remembering the wound, Lucas took that area of the armour of. Since it was mostly lodged in the leather the bullet came with it but this slightly increased the bleeding.
"So if you're not here on Bishops payroll why are you so far east?"
"Needed a change of scenery, heard some good things about New Vegas. Thought I'd check it out"
"Ah, passing through Novac then. Hey if you want you can take the couch"
Lucas considered his options for a moment and decided that this was the simplest option. Placing his knife, pistol, Laser Rifle and newly acquired grenade rifle out of the way he lay back on the couch and rested. It wasn't quite a proper bed but it was better than what he had been using for the past couple of nights.
The morning came and with it came his cue to leave. He gathered his gear and left Bruce still slumbering. Arriving outside he noticed Eddie looking somewhat pleased. The sight of Eddie had reminded him of the caps paid to them by the Ranger. 750, split evenly that'd bring Lucas' total up to 840. He presented the pouch to Eddie
"Morning. Time to split the caps. 325 each."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Posted - 2015.06.29 22:25:00 -
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Eddie had grinned like a madman as Lucas had presented the caps to him.
Three Hundred and Twenty Five Caps. That would be enough for weeks on the road if he rationed it well enough and wasn't fleeced for all he was worth. It occurred to him in a strangely melancholic sense that their group would likely break apart now with no unifying purpose to hold it together, each man going their separate way to fulfil their own separate goals.
It was a shame really. Those two blood bags he'd managed to acquire from the clinic would go to waste now.
"Hey Lucas......uh sorry. I mean can I call you Lucas? He turned to face the mercenary, frowning as he did. " What are you going to do now that the Ranger is gone?"
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jason pondered what he was going to do after apologising to the owner of the diner for his behaviour. He sat, chewing slowly, trying to reason out Max's statements.
"He overstated," the voice observed.
[Intelligence 8] "Most likely," Jason responded under his breath. "The Fort is in no way strategic. To waste resources there would be stupid at best. There are more likely to be spies at McCarran and on the Strip itself than the Fort."
Jason finished his meal, paid and returned to his room to take inventory of his equipment. He checked his materials and newly acquired defenses. The laser rifle was set to the appropriate settings and calibrated properly... at least theoretically. Only actually using it would tell. He cleaned the axe of blood and looked it over. A clean blade that could probably use some sharpening. It was more of a tool than a weapon. He had plenty of medicine: Stimpaks, Med-X, some radiation supplies, bandages and disinfectant, a few tins of Fixer, one of which he was using now and a couple bottles of Buffout for when more extreme treatments were necessary and people needed a boost. He exhaled. No Mentats. No bloodpacks. He frowned at the lack of both. Having either would be preferable to having none.
"Unfortunate."
"Shut up. It's your fault," Jason said, replacing everything in his bag.
"Can I really be blamed for your cravings, driver?"
Jason ignored it. There was no way those cravings were his own. It had to be his passenger's.
He left the room. He was unsure of what to do. He had to get back to the Fort. The road was most likely a lot clearer heading that way than it was down south. He wondered where Eddie and Lucas were. Perhaps he could interest them in coming to the Fort. Lucas would be a good bodyguard to have around and another doctor would never go amiss. He would probably have to explain last night however. He frowned at the thought. He was frowning too much. He slung the duffle bag over his bag, slung on the laser rifle, put the laser pistol on his belt and slid the axe into a strap on the bag at the side and stepped out to look for them.
Jason looked around for them finding them pretty quickly outside. He approached the two of them.
"Morning guys," he greeted them. "I don't know where you two are headed now since I think you were supposed to only help Max this far." Should he tell them that Max was probably a Legionnaire still? Not now. It was better to focus on the positive. "But I was wondering if you guys would be willing to come to the Fort in Freeside. We could always use another doctor and another guard would be a good thing to have. I can't promise the best pay, but room and board is pretty much a given."
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"Heh, you can call me whatever you want.
I'm sticking with my original plan. Heading up to New Vegas, blow off some steam and see who needs a merc to do some work for them. NCR are around here, they always have trouble with raiders, might head to one of their camps and check out the bounties."
Lucas paused a moment. He thought back to the encounter with the Ranger east of Nipton. He had not caught most of the confrontation and was still confused about his sudden hostility to the Follower.
"Back near Nipton, the Ranger called the Follower, Jason, and abomination. What did he mean by that?"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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[Speech] " Oh that? I'm not even really sure myself to be honest." He lied smoothly. " I couldn't make half a lick of sense out of the man's nonsense if I tried....and believe me I damn well tried."
He shrugged affably before opening the drawstring to the pouch of caps checking them quickly. They all seemed to be there.
"I'm still new here Lucas. I don't even understand half of what you guys talk about with this Legion and NCR stuff. I mean we have creeps like that out east but at least you can tell ours from the average waster by their power armour.... perhaps our Ranger was just shocked that Jason could hold his own. I know I was."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
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"Well any help will do honestly. Even if you help for a little while it'll be good. Maybe we could learn from each other as well."
Jason tilted his neck a little, stretching slowly, the stiffness from his wounds and the night before still weighing on him. As his thoughts drifted there for just a brief moment piercing screams entered his head. He tried to blink as he normally would, and rubbed his ear a little, as though physically pushing them from his head.
"What about you Lucas?" he asked refocusing his thoughts.
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"I could do it for a bit alright. Maybe three days a week to give me time to leave me free to do my own business. Guard work I assume?"
He'd done that kind of work before. One of the easiest jobs you can get, just stay in place and make sure nothing threatening gets too close.
"Ya'll got anything you need sorted here before we continue?"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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"You'll have to talk to Julie about the specifics, but I'm sure you could work something out."
Jason looked around for a second. "I don't think anyone needs anything fixed so everything should be fine for me. Just let me return the key to my room."
He turned away, walking quickly to the front desk. Before he got to the door the voice spoke to him. "They were talking about you." Jason tried to ignore it but as he got to the door he looked back. Were they really talking about him. No. He was getting paranoid. The voice was trying to get to him. Or maybe it was telling the truth.
He shook it off and stepped inside.
"Oh dear. How are you feeling," the old lady, Jeannie May said before he even finished getting through the door.
"I'm better. Thank you so much for the room."
"That's fine. You fixed up the power for the gift shop last time you were here. You can keep the room."
"Thank you, but it's still better if you keep the key."
"Of course." She took the key and hung it up on the wall.
"Thanks Jeannie."
"Bye dear."
"Blood and a half on this one's hands.
Jason almost responded immediately in protest, but caught himself before he said something aloud. He stepped outside. "Such a nice woman, why would you say that?" he whispered quietly.
"Because it's true."
Jason avoided frowning as he approached the Lucas and Eddie again. "I suppose I'm ready if you guys are."
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Fatal Absolution
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The day was already late. The sun began to set. Max approached the Gun Runners shack. The robot forever stick inside to work as a vendor. Max looked at the wall and saw the weapons there. All powerful in their own right. But Max needed something with more kick and something with more reliability.
After looking through all the options, Max decided to purchase a trail carbine and purchase an attachable scope for it. Max than sold his hunting rifle, hunting revolver, and all his hunting rifle ammunition. His twin Sequioas and his new rifle both share the same ammo, .45-70 rounds. Strong enough to kill anyone within 100 feet, loud enough to scare anyone 300 feet away. Caesar frowned upon dependency on powder and primer but Max had a strong liking for it. Especially since all his bullets are hand made.
After putting his newly acquired rifle together and loading it, Max took a few shots for good measure. The shots rang throughout the streets and the rubble. Max felt the kick of his rifle. Much stronger than his sniper rifle. More accurate. A deadlier rifle altogether. Max than decided it was time to get into the fort. It would be soon.
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Jakar Umbra
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Content that the others were ready. Jason adjusted the glasses on his face and walked out of the motel to turn and walk past Dinky to head north. No-Bark, as he was called, stood under the old gas station speaking animatedly with an old garden gnome. The road by the overpass next to the large dinosaur statue ran north south as Highway 95 all the way to New Vegas while the road east continued on to Nelson. Jason looked up at the dinosaur as they passed it, squinting in the sunlight. He could just barely make out the sniper rifle poking out of the dinosaur's mouth. He had never interacted with either of the two snipers who apparently inhabited the town and quite frankly he had no desire to.
The road north was clear and in the growing heat it seemed to stretch on for an eternity, thought it always seemed to do that. As they walked along the road, they could see HELIOS ONE to the east, easily one of the most noticeable structures in the Mojave for miles, not counting New Vegas.
As they walked, the voice would occasionally chime in, often providing some strange though insightful thoughts that Jason had to try very hard not to attempt to answer for fear of the other two noticing. Though it was more difficult when the voice would make a commentary about his companions, most notably about how strangely calm Lucas could be and the dangers of Eddie potentially knowing what he was.
They steered clear of the old wind farm to the east as they walked when they noticed that several cazadores inhabited the area around it. It would be close to dusk when they reached the 188 Trading Post.
Jason sat at one of the picnic benches and rubbed his head. His migraines were not as bad as they could be but it was painful and he lacked the Mentats to fix it. He sighed and took another dose of Fixer and rubbed his eyes as he looked into the distance at New Vegas. Home was pretty close.
He looked at Eddie. "If you don't mind me asking. What do you intend to do when you get to Vegas? I hope you don't plan on trying to get in to Vegas. You need at least 2000 caps to get in, or a passport and only NCR issues passports."
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Two thousand caps. Eddie blanched as the Follower explained the complexities of getting on to the New Vegas Strip. Perhaps he'd thought he could have just waltzed into the city and began poking around without having to jump through any hurdles......but two thousand caps was an enormous sum.
Normally he could have plied his trade on the streets, from the way Jason had described it Freeside would certainly have plenty of people in need of medical care though the whole exercise would be pointless if the Followers of the Apocalypse either became his suppliers, undercut, or even offered treatment for free.
"Ah dammit." He grumbled. " I guess I'm stuck then until I can get onto the strip or find the ruins of the Little Church of the West.....probably one of the only reasons I'm out here. The Abbey likes to collect relics from the Old World.....not the technological kind but at the very least those that might off some comfort to those with faith."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
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Posted - 2015.07.06 00:31:00 -
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"The Little Church of the West? What's that? I've never heard of it."
Jason took a drink of water from the water bottle he carried with them. He had never heard of such a location and he was curious about old world relics though more the technological kind. He remembered Cerulean Robotics in Freeside. He would be anxious to get back in there, provided Arcade no longer needed him for the Radscorpion Venom research. Still he wondered what would drive a man from the east to come so far.
"How far did you come from?" Jason asked intrigued.
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New Vegas wasn't far off now that they're nearing the 188 Trade post, and as they did so the conversation turned towards the city. What caught Lucas' ear was talk of accessing the Strip. "There's a monorail that goes from the airport to the strip right? Might be able to get on that way"
A device like that would no doubt be heavily guarded in the centre of the a military base. His only hope was that he still had enough good will with the NCR. He'd never worked with them in an official capacity, but he had done extensively back west doing more covert jobs that couldn't be handed out to soldiers, most often for legal reasons.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Eddie shrugged and took a seat next to Jason.
"About as far East as you can come from. Originally from a small Tribe near the Connecticut River and when I was with the Abbey we were in Western Massachusetts.....uh...." He flushed a bright red. "That's really I can tell you about the place. They like to keep the location a secret."
The 188 was just how he remembered it. The start of his travels through Nevada and the place he'd severed ties with his caravan after the horrors they'd survived out in the Divide. It seemed as though all of the original personalities were still here. The arms dealers, NCR troopers in salvaged power armour, even the fortune telling kid camping out in the underpass below.
"They Elders of the Abbey seemed to think that the Little Church was some famous pre-war chapel out here. Said that hundreds of people used to visit it before the bombs fell and that if anything was left from before that could be called a relic I should seek it out."
H perked up as soon as Lucas mentioned the monorail. A working pre-war train. God, he'd only dreamed of riding one having seen a few desolate wrecks back east.
"Really?! Oh you have to get us on that thing now.....uh....I guess after we get Jason to Freeside."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.07.08 21:42:00 -
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"Massachusetts..." Jason repeated. He had heard the name before, or maybe read it. He wasn't sure. He read so many books he could not be expected to remember everything. Maybe one of the books in the Followers Library. He would have to check the books at the Fort to see if there as anything there. More studying to do.
"A place of silicon, steel and history," the voice chimed in casually.
Jason frowned. It was becoming an annoyance now.
He had never heard of this little chapel. He wondered if it was still standing. If it was in Vegas, there was a chance it would still be standing, but then he'd never been on the strip so it was possible there were abandoned buildings.
"I've never actually seen the monorail myself. Or rather I haven't seen the train itself. You can see the track when you pass McCarran."
Jason looked at the people at the trading post. A girl in a brown hood sat on the edge of the overpass, feet hanging dangling over the edge. Every now and then she kicked her feet and whistled. Jason looked from his seat and could just see the kid called the Forecaster down below. Jason had not interacted with him when he passed through on his way to Sloan, having only heard about him from Michelle, co-owner of the trading post just before he departed.
"Could you guys give me a sec?" he asked, getting up and walking down the overpass.
"Hi," he said approaching the kid.
"Hi, mister. Hope you're doing fine today."
"Debatable," Jason answered. He crouched, getting on one knee to look at the sitting child. "What do you do down here."
"Get away." Jason twitched a little at the whisper in his ear.
"I sell thoughts."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Thoughts?"
"Well you see when I take off my medicine -" he pointed to the apparatus on his head, "- I get thoughts about things, or people or places. Want me to think about you?"
"Will it cost anything?"
"A hundred caps."
Jason sighed. He was trying to avoid using caps, especially the little he got from Sloan, though he did have some extra from his trade back in Novac, maybe he could make up the difference with Sloan's payments. He sighed and dug through his bag.
"Get away! Get away! Jason put his hand to his head as the voice screamed at him.
"You okay mister?"
"Just a headache." Jason produced the caps and put them on the ground in front of the boy in a bag.
"You get headaches too? My medicine stops that," he said, before he began to take off the apparatus.
"Don't do it!"
The moment the child took off the apparatus, Jason's head felt like it caved in on itself. The voice's protests were drowned out by a torrent of jumbled voices as though he were in the middle of a crowd where each person shouted about something different yet at the centre of it all was the Forecaster's voice, clear as a summer sky in the Mojave. He clutched his head as a wave of pain unlike anything he had ever felt came over him.
"We're similar... but different... One body, two minds... A passenger with you... whispering in your ear. A curse of blood. Not his. Yours. You try to hide from it, a solution in a tin. You can't hide in the tin right now... He can speak to you. You're afraid he'll say too much. You're good. You help people. You're afraid that'll change. Trials come. After the trials, pain. Something's changed. Forecast: Gradually worsening conditions."
Silence. The voices stopped. Jason looked over at him and saw the apparatus back on his head. The world was tilted on a side. The kid's face was slightly twisted as though bent around some random point in Jason's vision that changed every time he blinked.
"You okay mister? Hope I didn't say anything weird."
Jason stood, knocked the caps towards the Forecaster and walked away. He couldn't find it in himself to speak while the voice whispered endless streams of meaningless words. The world tilted farther as he walked, reaching illogical angles. Jason found himself back at the picnic bench with Eddie and Lucas. He looked at the two of them one after the other then turned to the side of the bench and threw up.
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Eddie glanced down at the strange boy Jason had been talking to but moments ago, listening as the Follower threw up noisily on the other side of the bench.
"That." He said sarcastically. "Is one hell of a kid...... wonder if the Ranger stopped by? I'd have paid to see him puke his guts up in that helmet."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Lucas observed along with Eddie as Jason approached the the young child. They exchanged the usual greetings but it continued into a much more unusual conversation about 'thoughts'. He immediately noticed the profound impact the talk made on Jason as he staggered away afterwards. The kid seemed like some kind of fortune teller. 'Complete bogus' he thought to himself, but then looked to Jason as he threw up. Despite telling himself that it would be nonsense he found himself greatly curious about what he would have to say.
"Ah screw it, mind the rifle." he muttered as he left it on the table and approached the young Forecaster.
"Hi Mister, did your friend send you?"
Lucas stayed silent and sat down in front of the kid. A moment later he replied. "My curiosity got the better of me kid. You sell thoughts?"
"That's right Mister, one hundred caps and I'll think like I did for your friend."
Lucas counted out the caps and laid them in front of him. "Think about me."
The child gave a nod and took off his medicine. The instant it was off he cast a somewhat unsettling and focused gaze on Lucas as he spoke in a slower, more thoughtful tone.
"Cards are played against you and you have no power. Watching in helplessness as you lose everything. After that everything changes and you take control. The deck is stacked in your favour...you take advantage. More players come and go but you're always on top as the chips start to obscure your sight. Forecast: Stormy"
Lucas sat in silence for a time pondering what was said. The kid spoke in riddles, and yet most of it made sense in a way. He pushed the caps towards the child before returning to his companions in silence.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Posted - 2015.07.09 02:45:00 -
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Eddie glared at Lucas sceptically as he returned from the Underpass looking thoughtful and slightly devoid of a heavy pouch of caps at his waist, raising an eyebrow curiously. He'd not taken Lucas for a superstitious type, nor one to part so easily with hard earned caps but he had to admit the quirk seemed to make the man a bit less intimidating.
"I guess I have to now.... Hold this and don't give it back to me until I puke."
He shrugged once. It was a defeated gesture. He had been planning on spending the last of his caps on a few drinks and a soft bed in Freeside before pursuing leads to the Little Chapel. He sauntered down the short incline passing into the shadows of the creaking Overpass and worked his way towards the youth's modest encampment.
He was surprised to see the boy was already sitting there waiting for him fiddling with some kind of metal contraption on his head that looked more like some archaic medical brace than the tool of a fortune teller. He boy glanced up curiously.
"What do you want to hear me think about? I told your friend but you don't really seem to care what I tell you."
"I dunno" Eddie replied, his tone sardonic. "Things that were, things at are...... you're not to good at this kid. Aren't you supposed to make a big deal of telling my future or something, play the mysterious gift up, or read my life line? Perhaps you wanna start by telling me something mystical about myself."
"You?" He asked as if the question were the simplest thing in the world.
"Yeah me."
The boy stopped for a moment and then slowly and carefully removed the metallic aperture from his head. Immeadiately the muscles in his face seemed to clench as sweat began to bead on his forehead. He paled quickly, began to shake violently, so much so that Eddie thought the child might have gone into shock.
"A Knife with a boy or the other way...can't tell. The sun rises with your strideGǪ. Hides the faceGǪaway from the Long River. RoadsGǪGǪso many roads like veins they take you places against your will. Just never where you want to goGǪ.you triedGǪtraded it in for scars. I see Eight but they do not bring you luck, five chambers in the ground. They looked, some found. Forecast: Sunny with the chance of rain.Gǥ
A Knife. Long River. The Eight....... oh God the kid knew about The Eight.
Eddie looked stunned a moment. He'd not expected the kid to actually say something worth hearing. He rounded on the child who looked equally stunned, grasping him by the shoulders and shaking him violently. "Kid have you ever said anything like that before...... about the Eight or about the Chambers?"
The boy nodded timidly. Just once.
It was as if be could barely remember, as if he was barely aware of his surroundings after the third time 'Thinking' without the aid of the contraption. The boy reached out for it, trashing as Eddie pushed it away with his boot, he needed the Forecaster to answer more questions.
"Who was it? A tall man. Black suit?"
The boy shook his head this time, convulsions racking his tiny frame, hissing with displeasure. Disgusted with himself Eddie left the youth alone to gather his scattered belongings
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jakar Umbra
Altyr Initiative
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Posted - 2015.07.09 03:50:00 -
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Jason sat up and wiped his mouth as Lucas said something and went down to see the child. Jason frowned. What happened? It wasn't just what he said, it was... something else. Something powerful enough to act on his own mind and make the world twist into something unnatural, or was it his sickness, his unhealthy mind translating a situation into something it could not quite handle. He found himself wondering if his knowledge or maybe even acceptance of his schizophrenia somehow made it different than if he had never been made fully aware of it for what it was. Was it schizophrenia though? Or was it something else? Could schizophrenia suddenly make the world warp and twist and bring on a sudden influx of thoughts?
Thoughts. "Thoughts." "Thoughts." He thought it. The voice said it. He said it himself out loud.
Was the crowd of voices his schizophrenia or something else? It could not be something else, that would be illogical. Would it?
"I'm here. To you I'm real, to others I am elusive. Am I illogical?"
The statement was true, the question made no sense. Jason almost answered out loud with Eddie near him. He frowned. Too much of that happening. The things the kid said. He knew about the voice but his wording...
As Jason pondered, Lucas returned and Eddie went to see the kid as well, making a snarky comment regarding throwing up. Jason couldn't help but crack a smile; a small movement at the corner of his mouth. If only it was as simple as what the kid said being the cause of it. He could have blamed the Fixer but even that seemed unlikely given that he hadn't thrown up before while they were walking and he had just taken the second dose for the day.
"Too many questions. No answers?" Was it another half question? Was the voice playing with him again?
"I warned you." The voice knew something. Maybe? Or was this just another one of his unusual insights? A hunch that once again turned out to be correct. Too many thoughts. Too many questions.
Jason dug into his bag and pulled out the book he had been reading. He had not read any since Mojave Outpost. He checked the marked page. 195. He would finish before he went to bed. Unless they weren't sleeping here. He pulled out the fission battery and lamp, connected them and began to read in the light. Something else to focus his mind on.
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Eddie stalked back up the 188 Rest Stop. He's pulled one of the .45 shells from the top of a magazine and was flicking it between his thumb and fore finger as one might have a coin or bottle cap. It probably wasn't the smartest thing he could have been doing, flicking a live round, but he didn't much care.
The Forecasters words had told him all he needed to know. One of the Eight was here in the Mojave though which of them he had no idea and that the man in the black suit was here as well.
He paced about the encampment chatting with the few caravaneers bedding down for the night looking for any information be could find about the man in the black suit or Old World ruins that might not have been picked clean. The merchantmen proved to be poor sources of information and better rumourmongers than Eddie would have even thought the roads men of their kind possible. He also spoke with several NCR soldiers stationed though that avenue proved less fruitful than the first with one the green recruits having a stick up his arse for military doctrine and preservation of sensitive information.
After about half and hour he gave up and took a seat at one of the stalls at the Rest Stop. A brahmin steak, some cram, and two bottles of stale beer later he was feeling much better.
Those who inhabited the small trade stop seemed like an amicable sort except for the woman who sat next to him wearing tattered grey robes with the distinctive metallic bulge or a Power First hidden by the folds. He got the distinct impression that any attempts to flirt with the woman would be rebuffed though he wasn't quite sure why, though she seemed sad and despondent.
In the end he barely said two words to her throughout the entire time they sat together and returned to the small bench where Jason and Lucas sat without even exchanging names dropping his pack and pulling out the worn copy of D.C Journal of Internal Medicine. He wasn't exactly in the mood to read but what else was there to do.
He managed a few pages before flicking through the diagrams. In the end nothing was sticking in his mind and he stored the book amongst his things.
"Lucas you mind if I ask you what that kid said? I mean we've got nothin' but time and I was just curious to know if he said anything.....y'know personal. No specifics or anything needed. Just stuff no-one else should have known."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.07.10 02:14:00 -
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Max walked to the East gate of Freeside. A large makeshift gate that screeched upon opening. Slightly shaking the cracked asphalt in the process. As Max entered, he saw only junkies, thugs and dealers roam the streets. Max was tempted of showing the teachings of Vulpes Inculta to the scum that plagued Fremont. Max still remembered what Vulpes taught him. "Do whatever Caesar tells you to do. And whenever the opportunity presents, strike at the Profligates. Pile body upon body." Lessons meant something to Max. To simply remember the why of things. For the sake of history.
Max began to walk down the street, passing a small store called Mick & Ralphs. It would be better to not stop in. Not to draw attention. He needed to talk to the Frumentarii agent within the walls. Broc and Xander are harder to come by when walking in a city. Max than realized he stuck out in his ranger armor. Max stopped and thought about returning to the store and buying different clothes. Max than realized he had a bounty hunter outfit that went with his current outfit. Made him look more like a contract killer straight out of Aredash.
Max began to walk to a nearby alley when he noticed a figure waving for him to come. A dark alley secluded from the open, it was late evening and there was a strange person waving for him to come. This had ambush written all over it. Walking into the alley, he noticed two more figures around the corner. Max walked over to the dumpsters where the person waving to him was at. "See the body there between the dumpsters?" The person had a sly tone in his voice. Max reaching for his revolvers looked at the bandit and said, "Yeah, it's about to be you." 3 shots were fired. A couple of minutes later, Max walked out in his bounty hunter attire. No helmet and no Desert ranger insignia. The fort was within reach.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.12 23:50:00 -
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He mulled over the Forecasters words in his head for a while as he ate a Brahmin Steak bought from the rest stop. The more Lucas thought about it the more ridiculous it sounded, a kid talking about card games which was supposedly about his future. He would've been able to put it out of his mind entirely if not for a few specific words. 'Watching in helplessness as you lose everything.' That was no fluke, somehow the kid knew about the attack. He had to, but it was a four years ago and back west, there was no way he should have known. But he did and once again Lucas felt himself wanting a stiff drink to put it out of his mind. He was about to but stopped when Eddie spoke. Slowly, he responded.
"He spoke in riddles. As if it about some strange game of poker. Someway, somehow he knows my past. Some of it anyway. He spook you like he did Jason?"
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 - 2015.07.13 23:29:00 -
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Jason looked up at the sound of his name, then looked back to the book. So close to finishing. He should finish. He looked over to the beacon in the night that was New Vegas. He could not tell them what really got to him. The fact that somehow, when he removed that thing on his head Jason's mind seemed to explode. Still how did he know? And more importantly, the things about the future... Trials?
"I'm..." Jason swallowed. "I'm not sure if I'm more afraid that he knows things he shouldn't know about the past... or the fact that him knowing somehow lends credibility to whatever he says about the future."
Jason swallowed again. The kid's final words echoed in his head. Gradually worsening conditions.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.15 22:33:00 -
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Jason's words were little more than murmurs to Lucas as his thoughts drift to the event the Forecaster spoke of. The images are still ingrained into his mind. The last of the raiders leaving Junktown as he arrived, the fires....the collapsing buildings. The sight of his home as it lay scorched, bloodstained and empty.
'No damnit, not again...' he shook his head as if trying to dislodge his thoughts. It was the idleness that was getting to him. He needed something to distract him, occupy his mind so he wouldn't be brought back to that dark time. Only noticing his fist had been clenched for some time he relaxed it and rose to his feet. Sitting around here was doing him no good.
"Let's go, I don't want to stay any loner than we need to." he said whilst walking a way. He kept a slow pace for now, giving the others time to catch up but still giving the clear impression that he was leaving. Still the images haunted him but hopefully they would subside along the journey.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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