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    War never changes, it almost goes without saying by now. Not much is left of the human race after it chose to eradicate itself with atomic fire on that fateful October day in 2077. The end, many thought, had come. But it appeared to be no more than a clean slate. For what that's worth... Out of the rubble A once mighty society rebuild, in many shapes and forms. Old and new ideas resurfaced, But war... War never changes

    You are a lone wanderer in the Empire Wasteland. A Northern frontier of these once mighty United States of America. And although you might think of it as cold, because of the certain "Hot Summer" from days past, the climate, even in winter is warm and sunny. This once incredible metropole now houses a variety of Societies:


    An Empire Wasteland Map 0.3

    'Sanford' a small residential block converted into a safezone and eventually a working community they typically advanced first aid for favors.

    'The People's Republic of Chinatown' on the southside is a communist fortress of Red Chinese sympathizers, convinced that one day, their comrades will liberate them.

    the 'Raiders Camp' above Queen's ruins is a force to be reckoned with, they are even in the posession of a working prewar Humvee!

    'Broadway & Timesquare' are now the center of town, really. Enjoying working electricity, think of it as a smaller New Vegas, filled with theater and casino joints. If you're looking for vice and leisure, you've come to the right place.

    'Governor' based on Governor Island is a settlement with a clinic, a research center owned by a mysterious doctor who rarely leaves the island... Then again, most people who go there never come back.

    The rest of this world is not worth mentioning or will be added to, by the power of YOUR imagination. (Which I hope will remain within reason). Remember that all of you have a 'pipboy' which can be used for all sorts of handy things. a Map, Radio, Healthstatus, Date, Inventory Measurement... Is there anything that thing can't do? On the other hand, it is completely up to you on how you will proceed in this hostile wasteland. 

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    Rules:

    1. The date is 2277

    2. The Races you can be: Human,Ghoul, Android, Beastlord, Dwarf but not Supermutant.

    3. You can have a pet, domesticated Molrat or Dog, choice is yours.

    4. Don't get too many characters

    5. Don't be OP 

    6. VATS is disabled

    7. Guns and Gun wounds work like real life. You cannot survive three bullets to the head...etc. Armored characters be it metal or skin obviously have the edge.

    8. New Frontier, New Characters... I count on you people to interact with our self-made NPCs. They don't need a backstory per sé. 

    9. Any body of water outside Central Park is irradiated and deadly.

    10. No random Teleportation, however the Metro lines (the big M's on the map) serve as fast travel points.

    11. You can be any faction that already exists but also create a new one. But if you do, make it credible. We don't need a billion 'new orders' and 'secret societies'.

    Existing nationwide factions: The Brotherhood of Steel and The Enclave. No NCR here! (obviously)

    12. A.R.C.Enclave Radio and PRCT are the only known Radio Stations in the Empire Wasteland so far...

    14. (Optional) add points to your S.P.E.C.I.A.L.

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    Age:

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    (Optional) S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

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    Backstory:

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    • Gabriel let out a cry and held his nose. He then tried to get up, but was dizzy. He slowly tried to walk away from the group.

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    • Garry took some strip bindings from out of his back pocket and gave them to Morgan, to tie Gabriel's wrists together with.

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    • Martin picked his stuff bak and and continued to be the Observer.

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    • "The binds are not necessary."

      Rook approaced Gabe, hooked an arm around the boy's tiny chet, and hefted him like one would carry a football under his arm.

      "I have the boy.  Let's go."

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    • "This is for your own safety kid." Morgan sighed, looking rather displeased with how this turned out.

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    • Garry said nothing and just followed them, resting his shotgun on his shoulder as he followed them out.

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    • Gabriel then tried to struggle against Rook. "Let go of me, let me leave!" Gabriel shouted. He did all his strength to get away from the group.

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    • Rook did not even seem to notice Gabe's struggle.  The 35 kg boy did little in the way of damage to the 135 kg machine.

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    • Gabriel's nose was bleeding very badly too. Gabriel started to cry and struggle out, and then started to kick his feet in the air, trying to despertly get out.

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    • Rook still did not budge.

      "Stop attempting, Gabriel, it is futile."

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    • "Gabriel, let us heal you." Morgan soothed, taking the boys hand and giving it a motherly squeeze. "It'll be okay. You can go then, alright?"

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    • "I trusted you, I was almost going to call you my mom, but you are doing this. I hate you, I hate you...." Gabriel whispered. Gabriel then notice he had his pocket knife. He slwoly got it out and tried to cut Rook's arm.

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    • The metal sliced into Rook's flesh, easily cutting an inch in and drawing blood.  Regardless, it was barely a scratch to what Rook usually recieved in fights.  The android glanced down and, with his free hand, relieved Gabriel of his weapon.

      "Don't do that."  He reprimanded.

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    • "Kid shes trying to care for you stop being a bitch." Martin looked around for something now a sugary to calm him down

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    • Gabriel started to cry even more. "Shut up!" Gabriel shouted.

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    • "Can't we just throw the little fucker into the harbour, I'm getting sick to the back teeth of playing house!" Garry snapped, growing frustrated.

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    • "You do not get to say anything Garry!" Morgan snapped. "Go fuck off back to the boat ahead of us if you are getting so annoyed. Go tell Heather you smacked the shit out a kid!" She sighed and returned to give her attention to Gabriel.

      "I just need to fix your injuries, kid. I can't if you struggle..."

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    • Gabriel started to kick again, nd leet out a loud sigh. "I don't acre, I don't want to be with you crazy people, insulting me, hurting me, threatining me, lieing to me, I don't need you guys. This is why I hte people, once I gain there trust, they do something like this." Gabriel said.

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    • "give'em live some Scotch or cough syrup that will help." Martin toke a mentat .

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    • "See, that's what I'm saying. I'll heal you, then you can go away if you still want to. Though it would hurt me to see you go..." Morgan admitted. "I won't be coming back for a loong time."

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    • Gabriel had his revolver. He slowly reached out for that one and shot Rooks arm, to get out of the struggle. "I trusted you, and your doing this......." Gabriel stopped talking and let out loud screams.

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    • "I'm doing this for your own good!" Morgan shouted over the screaming. "Please, calm down.."

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    • "You did this aginst my own will! You all hurt me, pyhiscally and mentally, yet I stayed, and now your doing this, it's not for my own good!" Gabriel shouted at Morgan. His face got red, and he started to hit Rook's arm.

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    • "Fuck it." Martin pulled the kid from Rooks shoulder, Martin pinned him on the ground with both arms to the side."Listen here you don't get to chose whats happen to you in this world, but you can make a bad stiuation better. At your fucking age whatever that is and be a man." Martin got off the boy and rubbed off his pants of dirt.

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    • "Exactly. Now be a man and let me patch you up." Morgan said, keeping her voice soft and friendly. "Then you can go..."

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    • Gabriel then started to walk off. "I'm not going anywhere with you guys!" Gabriel shouted and ran off.

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    • "Thank fuck for that..." Garry uttered under his breath, he hadn't been this pissed off with someone he couldn't kill since... well, for a long time.

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    • "Okay.." Morgan sighed, falling back to sit down. She hugged her knees, watching Gabriel run off.

      "Sorry kid..."

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    • Gabriel then just standed there. And then fell to the ground, fainting.

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    • Martin kneeled down next to Morgan,"Hes gonna die out there like that could we not just knock him out or something?" Martin really didn't want to see the kids dead body somewhere.

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    • "Oh...he fainted anyways..." Morgan said quietly. "C;mon, Rook. Let's get him back before he awakens."

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    • Rook, frist, took Gabe's pistol and bent the barrel at a 90* angle, before dropping the broken gun in the dirt.  He was sick of the kid using the gun on him.  He then threw the unconscious boy over his shoulder and rejoined Morgan to head back to the boat.

      There was a gaping hole in his forearm, where the muzzle had scortched his flash and the point blank shot had blasted some of it off.  The bullet had embedded itself deep, stopping at the titanium bone.  It hurt, but he tried to ignore it.

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    • Morgan looked at Rooks arm with a sad gaze. "I'm sorry..." She whispered. "We shoulda taken his gun long ago..."

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    • "It is nothing."  Rook said.  "I have sustained worse."

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    • "I can see your titanium, Rook." Morgan said softly. "It is pretty serious. Let's get back, ASAP."

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    • (Skip to the boat?)

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    • Everything was black for Gabriel. Gabriell then looked up and saw his mother standing before him. "MOM!" Gabriel hugged her. But she wasn't his mom. He looked up and saw the smae ceepy raider. Gabriel then ran into the darkness. He then slowly came back into reality.

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    • (Ye!)

      Gabrel awoke on a cot in the boat. Morgan stood over him, looking concerned and holding the bandages Garry had handed to her earlier.

      "Kid...please, don't run or make any noise, okay? I'm here..."

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    • "Get away from me...." Gabriel commanded her. He started to tear up.

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    • Rook stood in a back corner, leaning against the wall.  He was examining the bullet wound Gabriel had given him and watching the kid with a certain wariness, almost as if a bodyguard for Morgan.  Anyone who shot him certainly deserved it.

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    • Garry had isolated himself since he'd got home, not even going near Heather, he just sat 'on watch' staring out onto the horizon.

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    • "Please, let me take care of you." Morgan whispered. She knelt down and shffled a little closer. "You're seriously hurt, dehydrated and disorientated. Stay calm, like a man.."

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    • "I'm a child, you can't say to do this or that like a man. And no, anyone who breaks my trust will not take care of me." Gabriel said. He got up and and pushed Morgan aside.

      I'll get my revenge, breaking my trust is not a good thing to do.

      Whiskers came into the room and sat next to Rook, and rubbing his head on Rook's leg.

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    • Rook glanced down at the molerat, but otherwise did not spare it any other attention.

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    • "I..." Morgan sighed. "It was Garry who hit you, not me...You saved my life after all. Why would I ruin that trust?"

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    • "You told them to hold me aginst my own will, you and the other are lunatics, and now since I don't have any of my weapons, ran out of everything, I have ti stay here. You all lied to me, hurt my feelings, threatend me, and all other horrible things, and yet I still have to be here. Rook is a stupid android, threatend me, and ordered me, you told him to hold me aginst my own will, Garry is a jerk, and hurt me physically. Everyone of you is guilty and yet I stay here. So tell me this, do you think you did nothing wrong?" Gabriel asked her.

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    • "Of course I did something wrong." Morgan agreed. "I didn't want to order Rook to restrain you, but I thought it was best for your own safety."

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    • Rook had a sudden impulse to speak in Morgan's defense, but decided agaisnt it, supposing she'd want to handle it herself.

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    • "Why can't you accept that someone cares for you in this shit filled world." Martin stood in the doorway drinking a bottle of water.

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    • "Against my own will, you thought it was best and now how will I trust you after this? I don't even have a choice if I want to go or not, my weapons are gone, and I have nothing else. I hate all of you." Gabriel said before sitting back on the bed.

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    • "Of course you have a choice." Morgan soothed, shuffling closer. "We'll give you back your knife and you can take my pistol when you get better, if you wish to leave..."

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    • "No I don't. Those weapons are weak, and anyway,you guys would prbably look for me. And I have a higher risk being out there, alone. So I'll stay, but, if you do something like this again, you will regret it. I'm not forgiving you either, and consider what I said, a threat." Gabriel said. He then pput his head down to the floor.

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    • "Kid..." Morgan whispered, sitting back again. "I...I understand..." She sighed heavily and looked back to Rook. "Let's leave him alone for now. The last thing he needs is us antagonising him."

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    • Rook nodded, heading out of the room.

      "Can we go repair my arm now?"  Rook asked, once they were outside.

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    • Martin sat next to gabe, "Why didn't you like us helpings you?"

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    • "Oh, the guy who liked to call me a name, so you really don't know you idiot, do you? Well, you guys held me aginst my will, so no you  didn't help. Now get out." Gabriel ordered Martin

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    • "Of course." Morgan nodded. "I would have done it sooner..."

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    • Rook lead Morgan into a different room, very far from Gabes, and sat down on the cot.

      "I only require you remove the bullet and bandage the wound."

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    • "Well if you want candy come see me, but only if your chill. I'll be on the deck." Martin walked out.

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    • "I...I know.." Morgan stammered. She rooted around for her pliers, pulling them out of her lab coat. "I'm sorry if it hurts you..."

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    • "It is fine Morgan."  Rook said, not wanting her to get nervous and possibly damage him further.  "I trust you to complete the task unhindered."

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    • "Just like I trust you to keep me safe..." Morgan offered, giving Rook a meek smile in return. She soon got to work, and removed the bullet efficiently with no major fuck ups. She was now slowly applying the bandage to Rooks arm.

      "Went smoothly, see?"

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    • Gabriel then laid on the bead, and closed his eyes, trying to rest.

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    • "Yes."  Rook agreed, liberating his arm and holding it out in front of his face to examine once Morgan had bandaged it.

      "Today was eventful."

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    • "Yah I'm pooped." Morgan said, nding on a yawn. "Glad we have a couple hours to rest..."

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    • "As am I.  I have begun to see why you hate people.  They can be irritating."

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    • "Extremely so." Morgan chuckled. "Especially the little ones, but...well, not all humans are bad. You aren't, for one."

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    • Rook seemed happy by that remark, her referring to him as a human.

      "I find you company pleasurable as well, Morgan."  Rook said, laying back on the cot.

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    • Morgan beamed her most cheesy smile and lay beside the Android. "I consider you to be more human than actual humans." She admitted, curling up and resting her head on his chest.

      "Is that weird?"

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    • "I do not mind it.  I actually find it very flattering."

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    • "Hah. I flatter you? Really?" Morgan laughed and closed her eyes, looking very comfortable. "I...I am glad I do.."

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    • "You are going to sleep now?"  Asked Rook, seeing as Morgan had closed her eyes.

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    • "Nah, I'm just enjoying this moment of peace for as long as I can." Morgan giggled, tracing a circle on Rooks stomach with her finger.

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    • Rook nodded in silent agreement and folded his arms around her shoulders.

      The contact on his bare flesh was strange.  It rarely ever happened that something that wasn't supposed to hurt touched it.  It was the opposite of pain, whatever that might be.  Instead of recieving pain data, like he normally would on a contact, he simply recieved evidence the contact was being made, which he could clearly tell with his eyes.  That raised the question- why was the contact on his stomach more than just absent pressure?

      Rook closed his eyes and his usually stoic expression seemed to be upturned, like he was throughly enjoying himself.

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    • "You are smiling." Morgan noted, glancing up to look at his face. "I wonder if you're ticklish sometimes."

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    • Rook raised a brow.

      "Are you going to investigate?"

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    • "It depends." She giggled. "Are you going to tickle me back or not?"

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    • "Counter attacks are an unfortunate part of my many operations."  Rook informed her.

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    • "Ah well it'd be best, and more strategivly sound if I...abstained from tickling you, Rook." Morgan admitted, her face a little red.

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    • "You would undoubtedly meet defeat."  Rook agreed, offering a rare smile to her.

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    • She couldn't help but laugh again and sat up a little to get a better look at Rooks smile. "You...look good when you smile."

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    • "You always look good."  Said Rook, sounding apprehensive, like he was speaking of things he knew nothing about.  "You are the only person who makes me feel... warm.  And not friend warm.  Better warm."

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    • "The Special Friend kind of warm, I know what you mean." Morgan confirmed. "You...make me feel like that too."

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    • Rook met her eyes, and stared warmly at her.

      "I love you Morgan."  He said quietly, without a break.  "You are my primary asset."

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    • "Rook..." Morgan whispered, just as, if not even more, quietly than him. Her face was rather red by this point. "You're so sweet and kind. F-far better than any human..."

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    • Rook gingerly moved forwards, shifting his weight onto his hip, and reached out to take her face in his hands, before leaning forward to kiss her.

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    • Morgan smiled, enjpying it and, for a change, not relenting.

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    • After a long while, Rook eventually pulled away.  He was used to Morgan ending it and putting the walls back up again afterwards, so this was an unexpected by pleasant surprise.  It was still only pressure to him, but it did please him greatly to know that she did not mind the gesture.  He did, however, not know what he was supposed to do now.

      "Do you want to go to sleep now?"  He asked, resting his forehead against her's. 

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    • Morgan bit her lip and slowly shook her head. "I'm quite...awake now." She admitted.

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    • "Do you want to...?"  Rook asked in his customary proposition.   He sensed it was a delicate, awkward topic, and was trying to bridge it carefully.

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    • "I um...yeah..." Morgan whispered, looking slightly nervous. "Is th-that okay?"

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    • "It is fine."  Rook reassured Morgan, and smiled at her, trying to ease her anxiety.  "I want this as much as you do.  It is just different for me."

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    • "Yeah...g-good." Morgan exhaled. "D-didn't want to pressure you or anything."

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    • "It is fine."  He repeated, taking her hand and pulling her down to him.  "Just follow my lead.."

      (Skipity-do-da.)

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    • (Skipity-de-yay!)

      Morgan panted lightly in her sleep. She was curled on top of Rooks chest, breathing heavily, a large smile on her face.

      No doubt she will have things to say in the morning.

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    • Rook pulled the covers over them and held Morgan close, deciding it was a good time to intiate a cooldown cycle.  He rested his face in Morgan's mop of curly hair and shutdown for the night.

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    • Gabriel couldn't sleep, but finally slept. He then started to snore, and his pet started to snort.

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    • Martin layed on the deck until he drifted off.

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    • A few short hours later, in the early morning, just as the sun was beginning to rise, Morgan finally stirred, shivering slightly under the covers. She was still latched on to Rook as if he was the only thing she cared about, which he was, and she looked around blearily, content to remain quiet until he came out of his cooldown cycle.

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    • It was about an hour later when Rook came back to life, his eyes slowly opening, and he glanced around the room, tryng to get a feel for his surroundings in the light of morning.

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    • Gabriel woke up from his long sleep.


      I feel so horrible......

      Gabriel got up from his bed and walked around the boat, acting like he a tour guide. "And here we lie on the deeper parts of the boat." gabriel says walking pass Morgan and Rook.

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    • Rook awoke to see Morgan awkwardly, and slightly creepily, staring at Rook. She gasped and buried her head by his shoulder when she saw he was awake.

      "M-morning..."

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    • "Good morning."  Rook replied, as was customary.  He turned his head to look at the side of her face.  "How long have you been awake?"

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    • Gabriel turned his head back to hear Morgan.

      Seems they are awake....

      Gabriel sighed and walked a little futhur. "Thank you for the tour guide, please givve me your money on the way out." Gabriel said.

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    • "Erm...about an hour or so." Morgan said quietly, sheepishly looking at the covers. 

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    • Gabriel sighed and walked back accidentaly making a trip. "Ow..." Gabriel whispered.

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    • Rook canted his head at her, thinking that through, and her reaction to him this morning.

      "You have been staring at me since then?"  Rook guessed.

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    • Morgan quietly nodded as Gabriel tripped over. She could hear his pained groan and sighed softly.

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    • "My stomach...." he whispered. He looked up at the door to see if she will come out.

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    • Rook reached up and touched her cheek lightly with his hand, drawing her attention back to him.

      "How do you feel?"  He asked, and he didn't mean it in an 'have you sustained any injuries' kind of way.

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    • "For last night, I feel amazing..." Morgan whispered back, looking over to the door again, biting her lip in worry.

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    • Gabriel still heard them. He got up, slowly.

      Amazing?......

      He turned his head back, and then walked away.

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    • Heather woke up in her own cott on the upper level and instantly rolled out of bed, rolling her shoulders as she got up and looked around, searching for Garry...

      Still not here... She thought, finding herself to be worried about him, he didn't come home last night and it was very rare that he left her on her own, if he had a choice in the matter.

      Something was wrong...

      She slowly rose up to her feet, sighing heavily as she did so before stepping outside onto the bow, hoping to find him there...

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    • "I am glad."  Rook replied, still trying to keep Morgan's attention, even though he could tell he was losing it.  He watched Morgan's eyes, and relented.  "Go on.  I will maintain position here."

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    • Morgan smiled in thanks and hopped off the bed, becoming very self concious as she dressed and hurried out the door.

      "Gabe?" Morgan called out. "You ok?"

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    • Gabriel turned around. "Oh yes, hey I have a question......" Gabriel said.

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    • "Fire away kid." Morgan smiled, seeming happier than usual, and even more glad Gabriel wasn't screaming at her.

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    • He walked up towards her. "So when I was walking around, i heard you say yesterday night was amazing, what do you mean by that?" he asked. "Out of curiosoity." Gabriel said again.

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    • "It was just...a...good end to a rather shitty day, Gabe." Morgan said evasively.

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    • "Your suspicous, you did something didn't you?" he asked her. He looked at her and and made the, tell me, tell me look.

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    • More like did someone...Morgan thought.

      "I had a very comfortable sleep, and a nice night with Rook, that's all."

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    • The old ferry man was staring over to the New Jersey shoreline. 

      He was slightly hesitant to leave. Those Governors Island people... They scared him. Because most of them knew what they did was wrong, but didn't care. Those kinds of people you best avoid at all costs.

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    • He then started to grin. "You, you.......did you do it with the android?" he asked her. He put his hand on his hips.

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    • "I cannot hide anything from you, can I?" Morgan sighed in exasperation, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

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    • He laughed, and then started to cry. "That is the most funniest thing I have ever heard, someone doing a android, wow, you guys are really special." he teased. Gabriel then sighed and looked down.

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    • Morgan hung her head as well. 

      I knew some people wouldn't accept it, or try to make fun... 

      "It...was just a one off?" She offered half heartedly.

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    • "It's not that. I'm sorry for making fun too but, I'm scared, what happens if we all die when we go to Governors, I almot died yetserday, what will keep us from dying when we go to Govenor's?" Gabriel asked her.

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    • "Rook will protect us." Morgan assured Gabriel. "And I will keep an eye on you, give you a...decent weapon if we can find one. We will look after each other, okay? We're like a family now."

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    • Gabriel started to tear up and smile. "Family..." Gabriel whispered.

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    • "A proper one, alright?" Morgan smiled. "I am truly sorry for yesterday, you know that, right?"

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    • Pop was sort of waiting for someone to spur him to go. He spat some yellow seliva down into the dark green muck that was the Hudson river.

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    • After a while, Rook decided Mogan wasn't coming back.  He rose from the bed, dressed in the remains of his Vault suit, and then walked about the deck of the ship, coming to find Garry at the bow.

      "Is every thing alright?"  He asked the ex-slaver.

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    • "Yes, I know that, but I don't forgive Rook or Garry." Gabriel said. He then hugged Morgan tightly.

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    • "Woah steady there, kid." Morgan chuckled, nervously glancing around before hugging Gabriel back. "C'mon, some old boat dude is waiting on us."

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    • Gabriel smiled and walked with Morgan.

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    • Morgan and Gabe wandered around til they found the Captain.

      "We...we're ready to go..."

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    • "Well" His lazy eye drifted off as he looked at Morgan.

      "Oi gess w'are"

      And with that he walked off to his bridge.

      "Ja best hold'n!" He yelled from the open window overlooking the deck.

      "She can sort ef 'obble n' shtutter 'hen departin' "

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    • Garry's tired eyes were fixed on the horizon, seemingly unblinking as he rested his arm on a shotgun, that was rested on his knee.

      "Yeah, everythin's fine..." The Wastelander uttered, with a heavy sigh, he sounded drained.

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    • "Sweet. We're going off to war..." Morgan sighed, looking down at Garry, Rook and Heather before staring at the sunrise.

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    • The old ferry's engines roared back into action. The whole boat started to shake, it felt like standing on top of a violent tumble dryer. 

      "Ah! Me bones!" Pop said, grinding his teeth. 

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    • "Woah." Gabriel siad. He then started to smile at Morgan.

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    • Slowly but surely the old girl drifted away from the docks and onto the open waters of the Hudson. There was no turning back now.

      Unless you like to swim through radioactive sludge.

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    • "Oh lord..." Morgan sighed, her stomach was in knots and her heart was pounding already. She gave Gabriel a small, weak smile.

      It'll be okay...

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    • Psychomantis108 wrote:
      Garry's tired eyes were fixed on the horizon, seemingly unblinking as he rested his arm on a shotgun, that was rested on his knee.

      "Yeah, everythin's fine..." The Wastelander uttered, with a heavy sigh, he sounded drained.

      "Your behavior idicates everything is not fine."

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    • " 'ell... Oi ges tis't be te very first toime most of ja'r on a seaship" Pop grinned. His yellow teeth reflecting in the morning sun.

      "Now we'r gonna find out wo's easily seasick!" He laughed. Seeing that Morgan wasn't doing so well, already.

      "Please do ja businesses overboard, tankja"

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    • Garry slid down into his chair, sighing again as he did so before looking back up to the Android, finally showing an interest when he wanted to be alone.

      "Just... Thinkin' about yesterday..." He uttered, turning his eyes back to the moving horizon.

      "Morgan still pissed at me?"

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    • Gabriel ha\eard Garry. "You should be asking if I'm mad!" Gabriel shuted.

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    • Morgan went pale and rushed out the Captains area, leaning over the railing pre-emptively.

      Fuck sailing...

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    • "No." "You should be asking if I'm mad!" Gabriel shouted.

      "Do not bother with him.  You have several years of physiological development on the child."

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    • "Huh... I feel like it's more than that." Garry uttered, seeming worryingly lucid, like he had just injected himself with drugs.

      "Don't really care to be honest...

      I don't think I did wrong, you gave people lip you got a smack, that's how the world is for everyone..."

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    • "You almstost broke my nose, slapped me very hard, and your not even my relative, you think you can touch me! Huh!" Gabriel shouted. He walked towards garry clunching his fists.

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    • For god sakes...

      "Gabe..." Morgan warned. "Don't antagonise him."

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    • "No, no, this guy deserves it, i'm done with him, I'm done!" Gabriel shouted. He then went up to Garry and gave him a glare, not taking his eyes off of him.

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    • "If you're done with me, then why don't you fuck off, back to the lower decks?" The Wastelander asked, sounding just as disinterested as he was when he was talking to Rook.

      "No one's stopping you..."

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    • "You almost broke my nose you idiot, you slapped me, my face is still red, it's all your fault!" Gabriel shouted.

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    • Rook decided now was a good time to retreat, and moved over to Morgan.  He watched her lean over the railing, and stood by, willing to assist.

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    • "Brrrggg....Rook...I think I'm gonna be sick..." Morgan complained, trying to block the arguing out.

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    • "Deep breaths and staring at the water and thinking about something other than your current illness will help fight the sickness off."  He glanced over at Gabe and Garry.  "Moving to a quieter part of the ship would also help."

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    • "That's a fuckin' shame..." Garry uttered, almost rendered tranquil by his lack of interest in the child's ranting.

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    • "How about I break your nose?" Gabriel asked him. He was now dead serious and ready to attack.

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    • Moran heaved, looking at the horrid waves. "I...don't really wish to move. Th-their voices will just carry anyways."

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    • Garry got up and wandered off, he didn't have the patience to deal with this shit...

      He grumbled something unintelligable as he stomped his way into the lower decks, slamming the door aggressively behind him as he went.

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    • Rook reached over and gently rubbed Morgan's back, trying to ease his special friend's discomfort some how.

      "I am eager to get this over with, so that we can find some place away from here."

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    • "IDIOT!" Gabriel shouted and walked off. He as at the front of the deck looking at the water.

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    • "Me..urk! M-me too." Morgan gasped, finally letting the tomatoes from earlier out. "Far away from boats..."

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    • Heather sighed, seeing that this Garry/Gabriel thing wasn't going to sort itself out any time soon. She'd bet money on Garry and Hamilton sharing a roof before Garry and Gabriel...

      Taking the initiative, the former slave followed Gabriel over to the front of the deck and joined him in looking at the water.

      "First time on a boat?" She asked.

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    • Rook did not look even mildly repulsed by Morgan's vomit.  Probably because such things did not affect him.

      "You said out west.  Did you have any ideas?"

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    • "Your freind over there is a jerk, almost bbroke my nose, slapped me really hard, shouting at me, and alsol, yes." Gabriel said and sighed. His face was still red, and he got a bruise on his eye a bit.

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    • Morgan's vomit merged seamlessly with the dirty green waters of the Hudson.

      The boat simply tuffed on.

      "We'll be gettin' smooter waters naw" Pop informed.

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    • "Jus...whatever seems nicest I guess..." Morgan panted, coming up from the railing and wiping her mouth. "I am really not sure at all..."

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    • Heather was hoping that he'd have calmed a little, still, it couldn't be helped...

      "It's... Just his way, it's just how things were for him, when he was your age."

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    • Martin opened his eyes directly into the sun, he rolled over and got up. He put a white Tshirt on and walked into the cabin

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    • "Oh, so almost breaking my nose, and slapping me really hard, making a little bruise on my eye, is just his way? He's ignorant and mean." Gabriel said,, this time more angry.

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    • Heather sighed, realising how stupid that answer was, prompting her to look around for inspiration...

      She eventually found it, bent over a railing, vomitting its guts up into the sea.

      "You're friends with Morgan, aren't you?"

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    • "There are a number of farm houses out west."  Rook said, having been that way.  "Some of them have solar panels.  Perhaps one of those locations would be adequate?"

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    • "I wouldn't call her a freind, she's like a mother to me.." gabriel trailed off, and then got really silent.

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    • "Sounds ideal..." Morgan said weakly, nodding and smiling. "Any Solar Panels we could find, would be a m-massive help."

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    • "Well... Garry had someone close to him once, like Morgan but... closer. Like Morgan and Rook?" Heather explained, looking back over her shoulder before turning back to Gabriel.

      "Except he lost her, she died... horribly and the worst part about it was that he had to kill her himself. Just... Try to imagine you having to kill Morgan, because of something that you did."

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    • "I am pleased your agree."  Rook said, clasping her hand for a moment..  "Now, you should go lie down.  You will lose energy through vomitting and you want to keep your strength up."  He reccommended.

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    • He looked down and was silent. "I got that feeling, my mother died by raiders, the man whoe killed her, they took the body with them, he smiled at me creepily, just give me a minute." Gabriel said before starting to cry.

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    • "C-cap'n said throw up outside..." Morgan slurred, swaying on her feet a little.

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    • "We all have pain Gabriel, sometimes it's good to remember that..." She reminded him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder.

      "I'm sorry about your Mom..."

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    • "Did you say it's good to remember that? You don't know what it is like, seeing your own mom die infront of your eyes, and I want to forget it, but I can't its not good, it's bad!" Gabriel shouted before walking off.

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    • Heather turned around, confused as to what Gabriel was talking about as she meant Garry, though the boy most likely only had confrontation on his mind right now and was willing to take anything as a challenge.

      She sighed, heavily and returned to looking out to sea, she was much better with the kids in the pens...

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    • Rook hands came to her her sides, steadying her.

      "I am detectin numerous symptoms of motion sickness, Morgan.  You will fall unconscious if you are not careful."

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    • Martin looked to see if the kid was calmed down he saw he talking a person he doesnt know

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    • "I...I like your habds there..." Morgan giggled, stumbling into Rook with a rather ominous sounding hiccup....

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    • "Morgan, this is serious."  Rook said, trying to keep her steady, but failing that, just settled for hooking his arm underneath his shoulder and around her back in order to keep her from wobbling any further.  "We will need you on the island.  You can not afford to be incapacitated."

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    • "I...Iam being serious too!" Morgan chuckled. "S-sweep me off to the cabins!"

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    • The old seadog couldn't care less about the drama happening on his ship. As long as the kid didn't come sobbing on his bridge or start playing with any of the buttons he was content to let it play out among his passengers. 

      "If ja'll look in te distens ja can see te base of ol' Lady Liberty..." He threw into the group while pointing forward. at a foggy appearance in the mist. It looked like the lower part of a toga with some feet sticking out, the copper was brown and in bad condition, it had turned from a soft gold to a greenish hue through oxidation to now, a harsh scorched brown because of the atomic heat.

      "Chinese nuked te shit out 'f it" The captain added, dryly.

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    • Since Rook's intended goal was to get Morgan to a similar location, he relented, half-carying her to the cabin, pushing the door open, and then assisting her to the bed.

      "Lie down here.  I will retrieve you when we arrive at the Island."

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    • "Aw what, not stayin?" She smiled, lying on the bed and curling up into a ball. "S'ok I'll sleep.."

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    • Rook hadn't considered that, and canted his head.

      "I would, but I assumed you'd prefer to be alone."

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    • "Y-yeah just this once..." Morgan agreed. "Go...make sure Gabriel doesn;t do anything silly, or...do what you want. You are your ownperson after all..."

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    • Rook nodded  and said, "Call if you require me."

      Before exiting the room, shutting the door behind himself.  He went back about the deck, same way as usual, to see Garry in the same position as this morning.

      "Are you alright?"  He asked, a repeat of his earlier question.

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    • Garry was now cleaning his combat shotgun, quickly looking up to the Android as he approached before shrugging.

      "Things are... A little claustrophic, can't say shit anymore..." He sighed, slowly placing his gun on the table and sitting back in his chair.

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    • "I understand."  Agreed Rook, also having experienced some unwelcome interuptions.  "Are you thinking about yesterday?  Or before then?"  Rook said, as ran through his memory logs.  Garry's actions appeared to have been spurred on by past events, probably those of his own childhood.  Not that Rook would know about childhood trauma.  Rook's childhood had been a testing phase, to make sure there weren't any kinks in programming so that he wouldn't turn into an homicidal maniac.

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    • Garry sighed, heavily, looking back up to Rook with softened eyes.

      "Both, to be honest... I keep thinkin' about Annie. What she'd think about yesterday..."

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    • Gabriel went back around towards the deck only to see Garry and Rook. Gabiel tried to spit on Garry.

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    • "...Annie?"

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    • Crystalman1304 wrote:
      Gabriel went back around towards the deck only to see Garry and Rook. Gabiel tried to spit on Garry.

      (Crystal, could you hold off until Rook and Garry cease their conversation?  Me and Queenie are trying to do some long overdue character development.

      Thanks.)

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    • (Crystal, the point has been made. Conflict has been established.)

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    • The Wastelander tapped his fingers on the table, pausing as he thought on it.

      "She... And me, we were like... You and Morgan..." He explained, it was obvious that it wasn't easy to talk about.

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    • (Oop, my mistake. Forget what I said earileir.)

      Gabriel went around the deck wondering.

      Well, this is going to be a tough day...... Gabriel thought.

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    • Psychomantis108 wrote:
      The Wastelander tapped his fingers on the table, pausing as he thought on it.

      "She... And me, we were like... You and Morgan..." He explained, it was obvious that it wasn't easy to talk about.

      Rook nodded slowly.  "I understand.  I assume something happened to her?"

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    • Garry paused on it, keeping his fingers lightly drumming on the table until they stopped, he paused and looked over to the Android, like something had just occured to him.

      "Can I ask... If you had a choice between Morgan killin' you and goin' back to the commonwealth as a slave. Which one would you pick?"

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    • Rook froze at the question.  Literally: his whole body stiffened.  There was a long silence as he made a series of complicated situational analyisies and weighed the consequences of each choice.

      "I would prefer not to be in that situation.  But I would rather self-terminate than do either."  He finally answered after a few seconds of calculations.  And a second was a long time for an A.I.

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    • "Self-terminate wasn't an option for me... And I made a call." The Former Slaver replied, weakly.

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    • Rook looked at Garry without a degree of pity of sympathy.  Then again, it was unlikely he could ever show either.

      "I assume you chose the latter."

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    • "I... Sent her on her way but then detonated her collar..." Garry replied, falling silent as he swallowed.

      "Blew her head clean off..."

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    • Rook canted his head.

      "So that she did not have to be a slave."  Rook said, as he watched Garry quiet, suddenly feeling rather... bad.  Combat androids had a much less complex empathy center than more humanid androids.  But the comparsion of slaves with androids and Morgan with Garry registered with him.

      Rook could not self-terminate.

      Would he have Morgan kill him, or return a slave?  It did not matter- Rook would have found some other way out of it.  He would never be in that position.  The question was simply a delimna regarding Garry's past.  It had no bearing on him.

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    • (^ not yet anyways....*epic foreshadow* xD)

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    • "Yeah... I still don't know if it's right or not, I never got to ask her before I did it." Garry explained, sighing heavily as he did so before turning to the Android.

      "I just did."

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    • "Do you have misgivings about your descision?"

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    • Garry glanced up, unsure as to what 'misgivings' meant but he assumed it meant 'doubt' or something to that efffect.

      "Yeah... Every day... I don't know if what I did was right, wrong... stupid... If there was another way or what." He explained, sighing heavily as he put the gun pieces down and fell back into his chair.

      "Guess I'll never know..."

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    • Rook could have explained to Garry a miltitude of alternatives, but decided that none of them would be welcome.

      Rook turned his attention from Garry to the passing waves, outside of the boat.

      "Have you shared any of these doubts with Heather?"  He asked after a long moment of silence.

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    • "She knows... But I can't really imagine having this conversation with her, she usually ends up kissin' me or somethin' to shut me up." Garry shrugged, taking hold of a gun part and gently tapping it against the table.

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    • "That sounds counterintuitive."  Rook said, considering the same thing never happened with Morgan.  If anything, he had to be the more forward of the two.

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    • "I don't usually complain..." The Wastelander replied before glancing up to Rook.

      "You and Morgan have a good thing goin'..."

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    • "What do you mean?"  Good thing goin'?

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    • "Your... 'Relations' with her, seems like you're both enjoyin' it." Garry pointed out, going back to messing around with his gun.

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    • "Ah.  Yes, that is correct."  Rook agreed.

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    • (Oops, sorry, didn't see the reply. :S)

      "Just gotta get rid of me, Heather and the kid and you two can sail off on this piece of shit, into the sunset." Garry smirked, though it was quite forced.

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    • "I think getting rid of the child will be difficult.  Morgan appears to have become attached to it."

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    • "Get her a puppy instead... They're better at keepin' their fluids to themselves at least." Garry replied, openly chuckling.

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    • "I do not think she likes animals.  I assumed the child would eventually depart, but Morgan seems intent on keeping it with us.  I desire this changes, as I do not wish to spend my future with the child."

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    • "I'd dump him on someone else as soon as you can... That kid's a liability, to himself and to you." The Former Slaver suggested as he began to reassemble his gun.

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    • "To me?"

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    • "He's... He don't learn from anythin' and he is quick to attack, that boy just attracts trouble and if you don't get him in line, he'll bring the both of you down." Garry explained, snapping something back in place.

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    • The boat started to leave the Hudson and prepared to turn into the bay area.

      The clouds meanwhile only got thicker and more foreboding.

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    • "I attempted to in still orders to him but he panicked and ran away."

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    • "Told you and he won't listen, so he's only going to get worse..." The Wastelander grumbled, snapping his gun back into place.

      "Don't get me wrong, I get it, he's a kid and that... but that kid is only gonna get you one thing..." He paused, wondering if he should say it.

      "Dead..."

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    • The old captain reared his head from out of the small bridge's side window again.

      "Hold on! Mines!" 

      And it were true. If you looked closely at the water surface, you could see a slight curviture right under the water, with pins sticking out of them. 

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    • "We can do away with him when we hit the mainland."  Rook offered.  "Tell him to go on his way.  He can go back to what he was doing before."

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    • "Trust me, you'll be doing yourselves a favor..." The Wastelander sighed, slowly pulling himself up.

      "Speakin' of loud and dangerous shit, sunds like the Captain's in trouble..."

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    • The ferry narrowly drifted past one of the lurking dangers. 

      Meanwhile the old capt'n was busy turning the ship's wheel in the pattern that was necessary to avoid these deathtraps. Now the ship's side stood parallel with Governors island in the distance. It was a matter of zigzagging in the right direction really. But one simple slip and they'd be blown sky-high.

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    • Rook nodded.

      "I'll wake Morgan."  He said, before hurrying back to the cabin.

      "Morgan." He said, sticking his head inside.  "We've arrived."

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    • "I can tell..." Morgan whispered. She was sat on the bed/cot/thing, her hands clasped and her skin incredibly pale. "I just...feel it in the atmosphere..."

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    • Rook was little taken aback by her appearance.

      "Are you alright?"

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    • Morgan gently shook her head.

      "I...I'm t-terrified."

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    • Gabriel got up from the bed he was laying on. He walked on the front of the boat, seeing the mines below them. He looked forward and saw what he thought was Governor Island.

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    • The island was dark and shrouded in mist. Only the remnants of Castle Williams of the 18th century fort were clearly visible.

      A stormcloud thundered, yet no lighting flash followed. 

      Meanwhile, the boat carefully tip-toed it's way through the hazards, drifting just under the surface, like sharks awaiting their prey.

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    • Rook sat down next to her on the bed.

      "I'm going to keep you safe, Morgan."

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    • Gabriel sighed. "Another life or death situation..." Gabriel whispered.


      Why should I have begged Morgan to go, that was stupid, I mean, I'm not that tough, but I can't quit now, I'm to far out to quit now..... Gabriel thought.

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    • Pop looked concentrated and cautious. He had never sailed here before. And he didn't like these clouds one bit.

      After grumbling something in his incomprehensible accent, he stuck his head out once again and yelled:

      "Nerly tere!"

      Whilst the ship inched closer slowly but steadily to the infamous island.

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    • "W-what iff they have E-eMP-ps..." Morgan stammered, resting her head on Rooks shoulder. "This place...It's...gonna have p-people that know how to use them.."

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    • Rook didn't settle for that and pulled Morgan into an embrace, holding her to his chest.

      "Morgan, look at me."  He said looking down at her face.  "I will defend you.  Besides, we are not here to fight.  We are simply gathering information."

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    • "Th-they'll find us." Morgan insisted, going somewhat paler. "And we...we will never leave."

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    • "Morgan, negative thoughts will not help."  Rook warned.  "We are entering a dangerous situation.  'Pre-battle jitters' are a normal thing, but you need to get a handle on yourself.  This is a borderline panic attack."  He paused, before continuing, "Take deep breaths, look at me, and think about something else, alright?"

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    • Morgan nodded, slowly turning her head to gaze deeply into Rooks eyes. Her breathing was quick at first, but soon slowed down as she concentrated and focused on spending the night with her Android.

      And many more to come...

      "We...are getting information. W-we will be fi-fiiine"

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    • Rook smiled at her, glad he'd made leeway.

      "Yes.  We will be fine."  He reassured her.

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    • "We will be fine." morgan repeated, exhaling heavily and returning Rooks embrace. She still looked nervous, and was still pale, but at least she was breathing okay.

      "Time to go, huh?"

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    • "Yes."  Rook replied, letting her go.

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    • Garry was stood against the door, waiting for them to come out so that they could get going.

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    • "R-right then..." She sighed, standing up and alking with Rook to the deck. As soon as she stepped outside, Morgan shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. "It's f-freezing..."

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    • "Hey, Morgan, can I have a weapon from you?" Gabriel asked her when she came out.

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    • "Give Gabriel your pistol Rook. He needs something."

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    • "It is a 12.7mm.  The recoil from it will knock someone his size to the ground."

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    • "Thanks...." Gabriel whispered. He took the gun from Rook and put it in his pocket.

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    • (Hold your horses Crystal, Rook ain't giving up his weapon that easily.)

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    • "If I can have your 12.7mm,  I can give him my .32..." Heather offered, figuring that that had less of a kickback.

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    • (Ok.)

      Gabriel stared into Rook's eye, just staring at him before looking down.

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    • Rook glanced over at Heather, then to her arms, judging the mass of her biceps and arms, before relenting.

      "Very well."  He passed her the 12.7, and let Gabe have the .32.  He unclipped his gun belt, that was with him at all times, and removed the pouch in which he stored his shotgun shells, before passing Heather the belt.  It had built in straps that held Rook's collection of spare magazines.  In fact, he was running low, he have to acquire more bullets.

      "Take all this."

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    • Heather took the belt and put it on, fastening it around her waist and shoulder, making sure that it was tight. Garry would offer her his 1911 but it only had one round left in it, so it wasn't really of any use to anyone.

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    • "Well, we all have a weapon now at least." Morgan said quietly, her eyes fixated on the Island.

      Not like this is going to last long. They're bound to know we're coming.

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    • "Alrigh'... What's the plan?" Garry asked, pulling his pistol's slider back and snapping it in place before tucking it into its holster.

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    • "I can barely remember what we're here for.." Morgan said quietly before flaking under Garrys look.

      "We're h-here to gather information. A-ask Rook."

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    • Gabriel then whistled for Whiskers and the mole rat came and sat right beside Gabriel.

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    • "The Chinese got the skematics of how to build their ultimate psychotronic control device from Governor's Island.  That means that the people here on this island also knows how to dismantle the object or at least have information we can find useful.  Regardless, if we want any chance at defeating Chinese, what we need is here.  That means, when you have the oppurtunity, search for key words such as 'psychotronics,' 'People's Republic of China Town,' 'Ania Ray," or 'Empire State Building.'  Understood?"

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    • Garry shrugged, he heard 'Chinese,' 'Psychodelic' and 'Empire State.' The rest was just drivel...

      "Alrigh' sounds good." He replied, sounding quite put out.

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    • Morgan hung her head and nodded in agreement. "Y-yes sir." She sighed, saluting half-heartedly.

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    • Gabriel mubmled something before nodding quietly. He was determined.

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    • "Alright"  Rook said, he then went off to find himself some actual clothes.  Perhaps the sailor guy had some lying around...

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    • The sailor in question cut the power of the engine. Letting the boat drift for the remainder of the journey at a snails pace but a lot less loud and conspicuous. Which would be the best way to approach lest they wanted to get made.

      "Everyone quiet naw..." He instructed all who could hear.

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    • Rook soon returned, dressed in an entirely new outfit.  A simple, ragged thing, that exposed both his forearms and everything below the knees, but had a coat that protected him from the wind- sailor's clothes.

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    • Morgan glanced at Rook, her eyes growing wide in awe.

      "Y-you look good." She whispered, despite the situation.

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    • "Thank you."  Rook offered as a customary reply, coming to stand beside her.  "Perhaps you should decide my outfits from now on, considering you know what each should entail."

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    • The island was now very close. But there was no dock on this part of the island, and Pop would be damned if he would try to get to those for these rude strangers. 

      "Rigt, get off 'ere"

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    • "Are you expecting us to swim?" Morgan asked, turning to give the old captain a glare.

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    • "Yeah, you can get off if you like..." Garry replied to the old ferry driver.

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    • "Water's schallow 'ere. Ja can walk, dont stay in too long though, cuz then it'll eat ja" The old man said. Not wishing to dilly dally in these hostile waters.

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    • "Affirmative."  Rook replied.  He climbed to the bow of the boat and dropped into the thigh deep water, before advancing on the shore.

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    • "Rooooook!" Morgan called, waving him over. "Can you carry us at all?"

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    • Rook halted, turned, walked back to the boat, and held his arms out.

      "Jump."

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    • Garry rolled his eyes before jumping in, wincing as his legs came into contact with the water as Heather did the same.

      "C'mon, let's move before I end up with a third nut!" The Former Slaver insisted.

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    • No way am I walking in that shite.

      Morgan nodded, jogging over and hopping up into Rooks arms. "L-let's go!"

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    • Rook held Morgan up, above the water, and trudged toward the land.  Once they were on dry ground, he set Morgan down on her feet.

      He then surveyed what lay in front of them...

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    • Morgan turned to stare up at the castle, her face going pale again.

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    • The grass on shore of the island was dry and sharp but it made an interesting change from the city tarmac.

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    • Rook glanced over at the castle.

      "That's about a hundred metres east of here."  Rook guessed.  "We need to get moving."

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    • "Y-yeah..." Morgan sighed softly. "L-let's go..."

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    • Once all of them had gotten to shore, it dawned to them that Pop had started the engine again.

      "Srry Fellas, But ja'r on ja own now!" He yelled with clear fake sympathy. 

      The boat drfited back into the bay.

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    • "And how the fuck are we getting back!?" Morgan called out, angry.

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    • Garry considered shooting the asshole in the back of the head with his rifle but reconsidered it as it was only just not worth it.

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    • Rook glanced back as pop drove away, coming to a conclusion.

      "The docks are on the south side of the island.  We will have to acquire a vessal from there."  He said simply.

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    • There was no response, only the faint duffing noise of the engine.

      Only one way to go now.

      Meanwhile the sky got worse. Thunder boomed up ahead. Yet still no lightning.

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    • Gabriel got soaked but simply ignored it. "And here we have a storm coming, great." Gabriel sarcastically said. His pet slowly came behind him.

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    • Morgan bit her lip and nodded. "But first...we need information. We need a plan."

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    • "We have no intel on the castle.  We will need to use stealth.  Go in through a side entrance, locate the database, extract the files, and then leave."

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    • "Sounds easy enough." Martin said while taking some mentats.

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    • Morgan looked over at the group before glancing at Rook. "Stealth. Right."

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    • Rook returned Morgan's look.  He doubted any of them had extensive stealth training and runtimes.

      But an android can hope.

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      Governors Island once used to be a tourist destination before the war. Now it looked unkempt and foreboding. Even though someone lived here, he obviously cared little for the looks of the island. The ferris wheel in the distance creaked in the wind and the red-white and blue paint of which had been eroded away by time. This attraction stood in the distance across a large area that used to be a football field but now was nothing but a large field of dry grass waving in the strong wind that had been conjured up by the approaching storm. No rain as of yet though.

      On their right stood the castle, which was part of the original 18th century fort structure and the original purpose of Governor's. A military base. On top of the castle stood a lonesome antenna, this was probably where the clinic was. The rest of the island 'looked' deserted.

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    • "In the fort..." Morgan said, pointing out the antenna. "The main lot of people are bound to be there. The...information as well, most likely."

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    • "Don't you think they are, stronger than us, faster than us, and marter than us?" Gabriel asked Rook. He folded his arms after that.

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    • Suddenly, light!

      It wasn't completely visible but the stone yard up ahead was lit and two men in dirty white overcoats walked out. luckily, the gang was too deeply hidden into the shadows for them to get noticed. 

      The two seemed to be out for a cigarette break, apparently smoking was not allowed inside. Clearly this place had strict rules. However that didn't stop the two doctors of sorts, to have a lighthearted chuckle between their draws. They were sadly too far away for any of their words to be audible enough, even for Gabriel. After that, they stamped out their fags and got back to work. When the lights went out again, it became very clear that the night had arrived.

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    • Morgan slowly and surely crept forwards. She shivered slightly under the night air. Everything about this place gave her the creeps.

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    • Gabriel sighed and ducked down, trying to go with the group.

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    • Garry rolled his eyes, relieved that they hadn't been spotted already as he seriously doubted that he'd be able to shoot his way through.

      "Can we be a little more careful, at least make it half way before being spotted!" He hissed.

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    • The closer they got, the more obvious it seemed this place was very well lit, but most of the light was kept inside because of dirty windows. So all it did was emit some vague brown light. It wouldn't be visible from the financial district of Manhattan island.

      Question now was if it was deliberate or not. 

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    • Rook was crouched low to the ground, not bothering with his firearms for the moment.  He lead the group, and advanced at quick, silent pace towards the clinc.

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    • Morgan followed Rooks lead as best she could, biting back her tongue.

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    • Gabriel's heart was beating fast but he continued on following Rook quietly. His pet tried to crouch down but couldn't so it stood up.

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    • Heather kept looking over her shoulder, nervous about the fact that she had never done anything like this before. Infultration wasn't really her thing and she wasn't sure how she was doing...

      Mind you, she hadn't been spotted yet, so...

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    • Castle williams was a round, red-brick structure with small windows. The mortar between the brick-work seemed to be well past it's hayday but despite that it still looked sturdy. 

      It had three levels. And didn't appear to be guarded from the outside. There was however a tarmac road surrounding the structure, which was dimly lit and did not provide any long grass for cover.

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    • When he reached where the tarmac started, Rook came to a halt and examined the area, looking for any kind of cover.

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    • We're so screwed...

      Morgan sighed quietly to herself, waiting Rooks decision. It was good he was leading...

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    • The door where the scientists had come and gone from and back in was to the left where some sort of prefab rectangular block that looked tacked on to the original historical fort, started. It didn't look like the main enterence though. Which didn't seem to present itself eitherway for the moment.

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    • "We're going to circle around to the west side of the building, and come at that cover," he pointed to the 'block,' "from there.  That's the door we're going to go in through."  He pointed to the aforementioned door.  "Stay low and stay quiet.  Understood?"

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    • "Understood."

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    • "Affirmative." Morgans panicked whisper came in reply.

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    • Garry nodded, looking to Heather to make sure that she did, getting a similar nod of affirmation from her before he gave Rook the thumbs up.

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    • The door in question seemed to be locked by a code. 

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    • Rook analyzed the keypad as they circled around the tarmac, to the building's west side.

      "Morgan, could you rewire that?"  He asked, gesturing to the keypad.

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    • Morgan nodded, darting over to the keypad and kneeling in front of it. "I just need a few minutes." She whispered, getting to work.

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    • Still no one. No security or anything.

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    • "Understood, I will cover you."  He considered for a moment, before speaking a second time.  "No rush, you can do it."  He phraised.

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    • Morgan smiled to herself in quiet thanks to her partner. 

      I can do this...

      About five or so minutes later, the door was rewired and soon slid open for everyone to get through.

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    • Garry stepped to one side, allowing Heather to slip through before him, he hung back, changing his primary weapon to his combat shotgun.

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