Aaron Scott was seated on a barstool in the NCR's Mojave outpost with a Sunset Sarsaparilla in his hand. He had just completed a delivery and decided to treat himself to lunch.
(Current posting order: Steve, Cain, Spock, Kastera, Walrus)
Aaron Scott was seated on a barstool in the NCR's Mojave outpost with a Sunset Sarsaparilla in his hand. He had just completed a delivery and decided to treat himself to lunch.
(Current posting order: Steve, Cain, Spock, Kastera, Walrus)
"Crimson Caravan huh? interesting well I'll have to look into that" George replied, "As for my command I run Dog Company, 1st NCR infantry battalion, the fighting first"
George overheard Aaron's discussion, "You headed to New Vegas also?"
(yeah were all going to NV)
(If Monty gets paid, that is. Don't worry, Monty's rates are significantly lower for military clientele.)
"Amigos, I feel the need to say that it would be a good idea to not head for NV right now. Everything bad in the Mojave comes out at night: radscorpions, ferals [ghouls], nightstalkers... chupacabras. Think you should keep to the barracks tonight and head out at 0600 tomorrow."
Bayaraq considered what the spanish man said, and agreed.
"All right then, you seem like you know the area, so bright and early it is."
Finding himself with more time, he turned to the bartender. "Barkeep! Two beers for the soldiers there" he nodded to Monty and George "Another nuka for my friend here" he nudged Aaron "and a rum and nuka for me, if you have it"
"For good luck fellas"
Aaron smirked and accepted the Nuka. With a shrug, he offered to clink bottles with Bayaraq.
"Bright and early. Cheers."
(Skip to morning soon?)
(if no one else minds)
"Well" george said yawning, "Goodnight all"
George walked back to his cot, he hasn't used it in several days and it was cold and stiff. Yet that was exactly what George found comfortable. Hopefully there won't be anymore suprises.
(And lets make the switch)
(What switch? New thread?)
(so about New Vegas what are we doing there? Are going against the Omertas or is there some grand scheme involving the Legion or Enclave or some other faction?)
With a shrug of indifference, Monty gulped down the shot of tequila Captain Taylor had ignored before turning in for the night. He slid the glass to Lacey, wished everyone within the room a good night and settled into a chair in the corner, listening to Mojave Music Radio until he drifted to sleep.
(I'd be for transferring to a new thread. We've racked up over 200 posts and I can see lag in our future. Brainstorm a name for this next adventure?)
(I can just set up a part two with the same title)