Fallout- Old Glory

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White Knight

Water Chip? Been There, Done That
Ezekiel Smith seemed like an ordinary old man. He lived in a shack in the Northeastern part of Texas. He said he used to be a mercenary, but then took a bullet to the knee. He had children, two sons. His wife died a long time ago, and people said Ezekiel was never same after she died His sons would vist him from time to time, and bring their children along. They loved listening to his stories about the wasteland. They listened eagerly as he told them about the time he fought a pack of wild dogs, and hugged him when he produced presents, usually old books with pre-war fairy tales. Sometimes they'd ask him about the tatoo of an Eagle with the words, God Bless America, underneath it. He said that was old history, and was too boring for young children. He never told them that he got in the summer of 2239, when he was feeling particulary patriotic. That morning his squad had just ambushed some Brotherhood of Steel Paladins. A fierce firefight had ensued, but they had won, mostly due their more advanced armour and weapons, and it was something to be proud of. What had once been pride, was now guilt and self-loathing. He preferred not to think about that time in his life. But at 12:23pm on the 12th March 2283, thoughts about what he had done passed through his head. He pushed them out of his head. The next thing to pass through his head was a 5mm round. He dropped to the floor, having been killed instantly. Blood mixed with sand as he lay there for the next 4 hours before a trader found him. The Eagle had struck again.

Ok thats the start of my new RP. Feel Free to sign up.
 
You walk into the small village of Tandi, named after the dead president by the scouts who found this place. The town has been rebuilt and reinhabited by people looking to start a new life here. You've come here for merc job which pays well. You are to meet the client and other mercernaries at the town well, which is straight up the road. You take time to look around.
 
Tom sat on the porch of his ranch looking out at the sun, drinking whiskey from a spirit glass. As he quickly took a swig, the man sitting next to him on a rocking chair looked at him and chuckled. He was the same age as Tom, yet there was much more wisdom in his eyes, his hair was rugged yet short, and light blonde, he had facial hair, but it was only stubble, his eyes; blue.

"Y'know, that stuff'll kill you eventually Tom, I swear I told you this back in the Rivet, and i'll tell you again, nothing good will come of it", he chuckled again at the sentiment.

Tom smiled at the man and raised his glass in the air, "John, you know fine well I will never quit the spirits, love 'em too much", and with that he took another swig.

"Tom?", John's tone had suddenly turned to one of somber.

"Yeah?", Tom was still smiling at him.

"I thought I should tell you this; y'know how you had met a nice fella' while on your travels, called David, Enclave guy you said", John was staring directly at Tom.

Tom looked at his feet and looked back up at John, "Yeah, he was a good guy, he was different to your everyday typical Enclave member".

"Well there is something I need to tell you about him, that may worry you", John scrunched up his face a bit as if he tried to remember something, "I heard word about a man, a merc if you like, goes by the name of 'The Eagle', I believe that there is some sort of correlation with his killings".

Tom was trying to bring back all his thoughts of David, maybe those time were bad, Tom would never want to relive them, but Tom's life wouldn't be the same if he hadn't went through that rough patch, and a friend like David came in handy to ease trip, "Yeah, what about it?".

"This 'Eagle' fella' seems to be killing former Enclave members, and I believe he may well try to kill David", John looked back at the sun, "I figured you should know".
 
Sin yawns riding on a Brahmin ready to sleep as the caravan continues traveling slowly. She didn't mind and actually enjoyed the ride and helping them out when attacked by mutants and other enemies in the vaste wastelands. When they near a village the others would wake her and she knew this as she road the Brahmin tiredly and fell into a light slumber.
 
Brad walked into a small town, not unlike the others he came across on his meaningless tread across the wasteland.
Beside him was his trusty dog, Sarge. He was a maturimg whelp he recovered from a Radscorpion pursuing the pup back when he travelled with his old merc group. He wished there had actually been a point to the whole thing. Maybe then he would have had enough money to buy a place to settle down. Ut he never has the kind of caps for that. His caps all go into supplies, which he burns going to the next town.
Anyway, As he walked through this town, he noticed two people on a porch. One looked oddly familiar. He walked over to them.

"Excuse me, but do either of you know where I can find a trader? My dog Sarge and I need supplies."
 
Tom shifted his gaze from John to the man that had approached them, he concentrated for a long while, before he finally recognised the face, "Well if you walk further down this road and look to your right you should see Sammy's market, he usually keeps in stock with supplies", Tom smiled and swigged the last drips of whiskey in his glass, "Brad".
 
The caravan slowly march into the village chatting away as they do so talking about the next leg of the journey. As they do that one of the men go to wake Sin from her drousy sleep a bit scared as they all were when it came to waking the strange and unique woman. The man grabs her shoulder and shakes it easily while saying, "Miss Angel please awaken we're at the next village as you said."
The young woman instantly grabs a butterfly knife from her overly baggy clothes and flips it open as she looks at the person touching her before noticing the man. She blinks then puts away the knife quickly so it was once again unseen and people couldn't tell how many weapons she wears. Sin yawns again and stretches before stretching and popping her back. She jumps off the brahmin easily landing on her feet before fixing her weapons. She then lightly hits the brahmin making it move as she walks on to look for a place where she could sale the junk she found in the wastes along with weapons as she decided to keep the stimpaks, food, and some medical equipment.
Sin yawns and wonders if she could find someone to sell the liquor to on the way through to a shop.
 
Jacob entered the small village that he had been directed to by the bartender in the previous town. He had been told that there was a merc job available, and Jacob wasn't one to turn down caps. As he entered the town a child looked at Jacob in terror, or rather the Mr. Gutsy that he had in tow. Jacob ignored the child and continued on, though GU-DR kept a sensor on the child as it passed. Jacob eventually stumbled upon what he believed to be a general store and decided to offload some of his salvage.

"Hello there, the name's Samuel. What can I do for ya?" The store clerk asked.

"I'm looking to make some sales, got a lot of salvage here that I'll trade for supplies." Jacob responded. Samuel looked at GU-DR contemplatively. "Not the robot, what's in the robot." Jacob clarified, before digging through the Mr. Gutsy's innards.
 
Chameleon looked around the village, and chuckled under his black glass mask. Easy lootings he thought, but maybe that should be saved for another time. There was after all a tasty job involved, and that's when he saw a man approach him.

"Excuse me sir, but you don't look familiar. Who are you?"
Chameleon glance and replied with a sly tone.
"If I told you, I'd have to kill ya." The man shivered with fright.
"Haha! I'm joking pal, don't panic." Then he walked past the man's ear giving one last whisper: "Yet."

He walked to a trader and his brahmin. The happy trader welcomed him with a warm smile.
"Ah, what can ah do for ya? I've got ammo, steak and all assorted goods. All at half price for a dark man like you? And a sexy one at that, if ya know what I mean.."
Chameleon shrugged his shoulders and shivered.
"Not one of you guys again, trying to rob me of my freedom! Damn slavers!" it was too soon for the unfortunate homosexual, as his throat had been strucked by the deadly knife. He coughed blood, wrethcing in pain and then finally entering rigor mortis. Insanity had already lowered through the dangerous mercenary.
"Well, that's one less bad guy for the wasteland. Might as well take his goods." With that, Chameleon grabbed and stored all the ammo into his trenchcoat, and went to make his way to the town well, with people being oblivious to the murder that had been commited. No-one cared, after all this trader was indeed a stranger, no loss to the village.
 
Tom sat and waited for the man to reply, and as he waited, John, started,"Hey, I think Tom told me about a guy called Brad, he was a khan, if i'm certain", John had much experience with the different tribes and factions of the wasteland, he had learned a lot in his travels before he had found Tom,"I stayed with some khans in Red Rock for a short while, but of course you could be a different Brad, and I could appear to be talking gibberish", John chuckled at the thought.
 
Sin groans and stretches her back popping again in her tired state of mind seemingly un-alert and very much like a rather easy target. She yawns for real and stumbles stepping on a rock and falling forward right into a man's back with a heavy, "Oof!" She sighs in irritation gripping the guy's shirt as they fall do to her weapons stored all over her young currently covered curvy figure.
Sin tended to wear a large white t-shirt over a black spaghetti tank. She wears a khaki cargo vest over it and a pair of large baggy khaki copries. And a pair of heeled black steel toed combat boots.
 
Edward waited by the town well. He grumbled as he recognised all of the mercs he had hired and watched as they took their time getting here, either talking or getting supplies. One had even fallen over. But they were good from what others had said, and he needed them for the job. If only they could be more professional about it.
 
"So, how much do you have?" Jacob inquired, wanting a general idea of how much he'd be able to sell for straight up caps.

"Got about 500 I'm bartering with." Samuel replied. Jacob nodded and dug out a 9mm smg.

"I'll trade this for the caps, three pieces of scrap metal, and five purified waters. Sound fair to you?" Jacob asked. Samuel nodded and placed Jacob's requested items on the counter, and Jacob handed the weapon over to Samuel who began inspecting it.

"There ain't any ammo in the mags" Samuel commented. "I'll throw in a Nuka Cola Quartz for whatever you've got."

"Deal." Jacob said, and handed over the small box containing what little ammo for the gun he had, and taking the Nuka Cola in trade.

"Pleasure doing business with ya." Samuel said. Jacob nodded and put the fresh supplies into GU-DR's storage compartment. With supplies gathered, Jacob made his way over to the town well. Where he saw the man he believed to be the one who hired the mercs in the first place. He made his way over to the older man.

"Greetings, if I'm correct in my assumption you're Mr. Stone. I talked to one of your guys the next town over about a job. He told me to come here and you'd fill in the details." Jacob took a look around, surprised that he seemed to be the only one there for the job. "I'm not that late am I?"
 
Brad had a look of suprise in his eyes when the man spoke his name.

"Wait. I remember now. You're Tom! I see you've got that ranch you longed for back when we helped Yasmin."

Brad looked at John.

"Yeah. I'm the Khan Tom told you about. You don't look familiar to me, though. How long did you stay at Red Rock?"
 
John concentrated for a bit, "I think I was there for around a couple of weeks, I learnt a lot, and I would've learned a lot more if your leader was more welcoming", John had remembered when he had been 'asked' to leave by the leader, it still wasn't clear to John why they wanted him gone.

"Yeah, John traveled a lot", Tom patted John on the head before getting up off his chair, "John, could you help Rachael with the meal, and before you say it, she does appreciate the help".

Tom turned his head to Brad as John got up and walked into the ranch-house, "So, how about we walk and talk, c'mon i'll take you to Sammy's".
 
Chameleon stumbled and turned to see the girl that had just fell into him. He smiled under his black mask, though it wasn't visible.
"You're not scared of a hunk like me huh? Well, that's nice to know. You should watch where you're going though, you never knwo when a psycho like me would behead you." Sin looked bewildered but smiled. Chameleon then asked her a question.
"You're going to see the guy they call Edward as well huh? Well that could be fine, but just remember that I'm the best at what I do, and I'm going to do it. So stay out my way and don't get killed, a pretty lady like you is too much to be lost." Chameleon bowed like a gentleman and gave a sign of affection.
 
A bewildered looked flashed across Sin's tired face as she gives him a lazy smile and straightens herself into a standing positions. She leans into the Brahmin for support as she shrugs, "Wouldn't hurt the worl if one more freak was dead." She looks around and stretches her back popping again as she spots a pawn store. She grins at him this time, "Walk with me?"
Sin was usually shy around new people but she liked this guys attitude... it was refreshing compared to how most people treated. They treated her like she was an enigma that they only talked to because she could easily fight super mutants, not to mention her black smithing abilities. She was most likely the best around and some said that was where she got her inhuman strengh. It wasn't though and she knew it just as any who had access to the doctor's experiment files would know.
Sin shivers slightly and starts to head towards the pawn shop the brahmin following close behind. The young woman turns and addresses Chameleon, "What's your name and I'm sorry but if I get to the man first i'll kill him."
 
Deathclaw Chameleon said:
"You're going to see the guy they call Edward as well huh?"
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I didn't know your character was psychic. She made no mention of meeting Edward.

Sin Lucifel Angel said:
"What's your name and I'm sorry but if I get to the man first i'll kill him."
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Kill who? You don't know what the job is.

Look at my post:

White Knight said:
You've come here for merc job which pays well. You are to meet the client and other mercernaries at the town well, which is straight up the road. You take time to look around
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You know the job pays well and where you have to meet. You don't know what the job is, and what your part is in it. If I have information I need to tell you, it will be included in posts involving Edward or just possts introducing Locations. So stop using OOC information in character. Yes, the job involves hunting the Eagle, but your character hasn't been told in the RP, so they should know nothing. If I don't tell you something, assume your character is ignorant, and if you need to know, ask me OOC, or ask Edward.
 
White Knight said:
You know the job pays well and where you have to meet. You don't know what the job is, and what your part is in it. If I have information I need to tell you, it will be included in posts involving Edward or just possts introducing Locations. So stop using OOC information in character. Yes, the job involves hunting the Eagle, but your character hasn't been told in the RP, so they should know nothing. If I don't tell you something, assume your character is ignorant, and if you need to know, ask me OOC, or ask Edward.
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1. Grammar correct - and what your part in it is
2. It's a merc job you made that clear
3. Do you take our characters to be idiots? If so I will pull out now and delte my posts because I don't apreciate when someone changes their color. You said it was a merc job in intro as if the. Characters already knew because well they're fucking mercs! And as for the job matter do you seriously think they wouldn't put 2 and 2 together? Hmm let's see best mercs? Check! Large amount of money? Check! Guy killing off old people who seem important? Check! Guy calls himself eagle which was the simple of freedom? Check! Dude the characters aren't idiots if they were they WOULDN'T mersc! So don't bitch me out for thinking logically.
 
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