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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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    Backstory:

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    • Morgan peered out the elevator. "R-rook. Garry. We're in the air. W-we're trapped. There is no way out..."

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    • "Let's lower ourselves down further then."  Rook said, climbing out of the elevator so he could get to the cable box.

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    • "Think we can shimmy up the cable?" Garry asked, scratching his head as he raised his plasma rifle.

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    • A dull item landed next to Rook.

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    • Rook's head snapped to the object.  Immediately he dropped back into the elevator box, tackling Morgan and Garry to the ground, and shielding them with his body.

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    • The plasma grenade exploded, the heat ate Rook's back, but the rest remained unscathed.

      The wires of the elevator where completely cut though, and the breaks were now the only thing holding the thing from plummiting to the depths below.

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    • "R-rook? Rook!" Morgan called. "Dont...don't move..."

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    • "Why?"  He asked.  "We need to lower the elevator."

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    • "You just got hit by plasma!" Morgan pleaded. "If you stand up, we'll move too fast. I-I'll die..."

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    • "Get them out there!" Governor barked at the soldiers next to him as he stood there looking down at the elevator below. 

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    • "You need to get to the top of the elevator, and deactive one of the four breaks."  Rook instructed.  "That will let us coast down to the bottom."

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    • "Kinda hard Rook!" Morgan snapped. "I am not strong, and...the guards are there...We...we are screwed."

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    • "Negative."  Rook replied.  "Defeat is not a possible outcome."  He considered for a moment, glancing around.  "Garry- shoot that corner."  He pointed to a top corner of the elevator, behind which, he assumed, a break sat, holding the lift in place.  The plasma should melt both, disabling the machinery.

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    • Garry swiftly raised his rifle and took the shot, though he was not used to energy weapons and ended up missing it three times before finally hitting it.

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    • The lift's breaks let loose and everyone within could feel themselves being lifted up by gravity, they were going down like a bat out of hell. The impact would be hard and sudden.

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    • Morgan clung to Rook as best as she could. This was to be her last moments, she knew it. 

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    • Rook wrapped himself around Morgan and tucked her into his embrace, ready to asorb the shock of the eventual fall.  If his calculations had been correct, the remaining breaks should just be enough to lighten their fall so that it wouldn't be deadly.  Rook couldn't be sure though, he didn't know how far they had to go.  He took a gamble in way.

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    • Garry decided to jump onto the Android's back as instructed earlier, if anything was going to survive this it was the being made out of titanium alloy.

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    • The Elevator didn't appear to slow down, but then break seemed to click back in place and ungracefully stopped the lift before it ultimately landed on the floor below at about 15 mph.

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    • Morgan cried out on impact. Her entire body hurt like hell. Everything ached...

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    • "Gargh fuck!" Garry yelled, rolling off to the side and landing with a thud on his right shoulder.

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    • Rook jarred at the fall, tightening his hold on Morgan, until everything stilled.  Upon the crash, his circuits went haywire as the force was exerted through them, blurring his vision and scrambling his thoughts.

      Finally, he got a hold of reality.

      "Check for injuries."  He instructed, hesitantly leaning away from Morgan so that she could.

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    • "Get...off...me..." Morgan groaned, painfully. "Hurts..."

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    • Rook rolled away, kneeling over Morgan.  "Where?"  Although it was unreadable in his voice, he desperately wanted to make sure his partner was alright.

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    • "Check...Garry." Morgan strained. "W-will report after."

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    • Rook moved to Garry.  As he rose to his feet he almost immediately collapsed again onto his side.

      Internal damage... right knee is imobiile... the impact knocked a joint out of alignment...

      He dragged himself across the floor to Garry.

      "Status report?"  He asked the man.

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    • "Everythin'... Fuckin' hurts..." The Former Slaver grumbled, slowly pulling himself up as his arm hung loosely by his side, he slowly and painfully curled it around his stomach.

      "Fingers hurts... Nothin' serious..."

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    • "Impact trauma.  Expect bruises and wooziness.  Report any dislocated joints, broken bones, or stabbing pains."  The last of which would be a symptom of internal bleeding.

      He rolled across the floor chest over back, like he was going down a hill, to Morgan's position, and shoved himself up on his knees again.

      "What is injured, Morgan?"  He asked.

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    • The doors fell open. They had been completely dislodged from their joints.

      It revealed a large underground hangar with vertibirds on a sort of conveyor belt system. 

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    • "Everything as well..." Morgan gumbled. "T-toes hurt the worst on my left foot...a-and my chest hurts too."

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    • "You must have bruised your ribs.  And you could have fractured your foot."  He glanced out the door at the Vertibirds.

      "But look, Morgan.  I found our escape."  He gestured to the vehicles.  "We're so close.  Just a little farther."

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    • Morgan turned her head to look at the Vertibird. "Does anyone know how to...work it?"

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    • "I can pilot a helicopter.  I imagine the controls are not so different."

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    • The hangar was dimly lit by ground panel lights. The faint echoing of steam exhausts filled the large cylinder-like room, it felt rather calm compared to what was happening. Sadly, the doors all the way above them seemed closed shut. No Vertibird could launch without remaining trapped in this hangar.

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      "Get rappelling equipment and smoke grenades!" Governor barked at his entourage of enclave security personal as he saw the intruders climb out of the wreckage down below.

      "And override the locks on the vertibird hangar. We must not let them escape!"

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    • "The doors are sealed..." Morgan groaned, pulling herself shakily to her feet. "C'mon we gotta at least hide. Can you walk?"

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    • "No, but I will manage."

      Rook looked at the doors.

      "I have plan."

      They couldn't fly out of here.  Not without getting shot down.  But if the Enclave thought they had escaped by air...

      "Hide you and Garry close to the elevator."  He pointed over to an ammo dump.  "Perhaps there."

      Rook pulled himself to his feet, hobbling on one leg.  "I will stage an escape."

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    • "Alrigh' but what about Heather and the brat?" Garry asked, helping Morgan support herself as she seemed a little shaky on her legs, just as she was.

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    • "Wh-what? No! Rook that's too risky..." Morgan pleaded. "Y-you can't even walk!"

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    • Gas canisters where flung down the elevator shaft from above. When they landed, it took a few seconds before the tear gas actually activated. Which then proceeded by filling the elevator, shaft and general entrance with a thick cloud of smoke.

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    • "We are not leaving them.  Trust me"

      "Wh-what? No! Rook that's too risky..." Morgan pleaded. "Y-you can't even walk!"

      "I have a plan.  Hide.  Quickly."  Without another word, the gas canisters making up everyone's mind, Rook hobbled to towards a vertibird.  It was a mix of scrambling across the floor with his hands whenever he lost his balance, and limping ackwardly, but he managed.

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    • Morgan nodded, squeezing her eyes shut to avoid the burning of the tear gas. It still stung like hell, of course, but stumbling blindly with Garry to a hiding spot was less painful than keeping her eyes open.

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    • Being slightly faster as most of his injuries were inflicted on the upper body, Garry moved Morgan over to the hiding spot, throwing them both down to the ground as they kept low.

      "Fuck... Hope he knows what he's doin'..."

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    • Rook scrambled into a vertibird, the simple steel door no match for his strength.  He yanked himself into a pilot's seat and poured over the controls.

      They weren't they difficult.

      Besides, he had no intention of flying.  He began pressing buttons, and activated the payload, so that it would fire, however, he did not open the bomb-bay doors or fire the missiles, instead choosing to jam both mechanisms.  He was simply going to blow it all in place.

      Rook then climbed out of the vertibird, 'dashing' to find some cover himself.

      If the plan rolled over right, the Enclave would simply think they'd been killed by their own stupidity, incinerated by the blast, and Morgan, Garry, and Rook could sneak out the back.

      And perhaps the explosion would take out a few other vertibirds with it, making everyone happy.

      Except the Enclave.

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    • (I have a feeling this won't work...XD)

      Morgan remained silent, covering her head in her hands as she just...waited.

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    • Eilonwyn wrote:
      (I have a feeling this won't work...XD)

      (It worked in Independence Day.  Twice.)

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    • There was a loud clunk from the vertibird in question, a second thereafter, a huge fireball emerged with an explosion of a powerful magnitude. Scraps of metal were flung all around the hangar, hitting other vertibirds which in few cases damaged them. A propeller blade flew away from the blast, lodging itself in the wall just above Garry's head. The metal blade still vibrated a bit.

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      The blast caused the ground on above to tremble slightly.

      "What was that?" Governor demanded. 

      On the other hand, Soldiers in Power armor were ready to rappel down into the shaft. The gas covering as a smokescreen.

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    • In the pre-fab, the lights flickered for a moment and the floor trembled as well. 

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    • Morgan gasped out in fear. 

      They ain't gonna fall for this...

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    • "Fuck!" The Former Slaver hissed, pulling his head down and forcing Morgan's down with it.

      "He don't know what he's doin' does he?"

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    • "I...agree for a change." Morgan winced and groaned softly. "This still leaves us stuck down here."

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    • Through the thick grey smoke clouds, menacingly yellow eyes pierced. 

      These Power armors had infrared vision or something which allowed them to look through their veil. Joining them were piercing green laser-pointers, most likely laser-targeting for their plasma rifles.

      The smoke of the canisters and of the burning wreck greatly diminished visibility of the big underground silo.

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    • Morgan lay huddled on the floor next to Garry in their hiding spot. 

      I'm a newt. They can't see me...I am small...

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    • "Stick close."  Rook whispered in Morgan's and Garry's ears.  The infiltrator had some how made it over here between the explosion and the soldiers grapling down.

      "They're going to follow protocal and fan out into the hanger.  We're going to come in from their 6 o'clock and take their grapples back to the top of shaft."

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    • the thin green pointer moved over Rook's head. 

      "You think they blew themselves up?" One of the soldiers wondered out loud.

      "Possible, keep searching. It might be a ruse."

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    • Morgan froze, shrinking back even further. Her eyes stung...

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    • Garry held his breath, remaining silent...

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    • Rook just didn't move.

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    • The soldiers slowly moved towards the wreckage of the vertibird. 

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    • "We move, now!"  Rook practically hissed, scooping Morgan up like a bundle of sheets into his arms.  She'd be too slow on her own.

      "Garry, count to five, then follow me!"

      With that, in hobbling crouch, which dragged his right leg behind him, he hurried for the elevator.

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    • 1...2...3...4...5..

      Garry quickly rose to his feet, gently placing Morgan back down as he quickly rushed across to Rook, in a similar crouch. Rook was lucky that Garry was one of the few Slavers from Paradise, who could count to five.

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    • Morgan whimpered. She buried her head into the crook of Rooks neck and finally gave in to the sting of the tear gas.

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    • "You're okay, I have you."  Rook whispered to his partner.  He knew he should not speak, but he could not help it.  It was an... impulse.

      Inside the box, Rook hefted Morgan into one arm. holding her small form tightly to his chest before reaching up and pulling himself through the hole in the lift's ceiling.  He realized halfway through that he wasn't going to make it, and decidely pushed Morgan through first, before using both arms to yank himself up, unto the roof.

      He collapsed onto his rear with with a quiet thunk not looking his best.

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    • Morgan gave Rook a look that showed her hopelesness at the situation they were in.

      Colenel will still be up there...

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    • "You and Garry will need to hold onto me.  I will pull us up.  But Garry's arm is damaged.  You will need to cover us with your pistol.  Understood?"

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    • "I-it's a shitty pistol..." Morgan mumbled. "W-won't even scratch Power Armour...."

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    • "They won't have any armored soldiers up there, only officers."

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    • "F-fine..." Morgan whispered, nodding reluctantly. "My aim's gonna be s-shoddy tho..."

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    • "Want my rifle?" Garry asked, holding it up with his good hand.

      "Can't use it for shit, I can swap it with your pistol."

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    • (Sorry, haven't had any notifcations for hours.)

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    • "That would work."  Rook slowly agreed.  "If you use my shoulder to rest it on, you could sight up any hostiles."

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    • "Ya...I am better with Rifles..." Morgan strained, reaching over to take it. "Rook...are you sure you can carry us b-both?"

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    • "Yes."  Rook said, withot a doubt.

      "But I will not be able to remove either of my hands from the grapple until you two are off of me.  That means we have to get to the top of the shaft with you covering us all the way up.

      Quickly now.  They will have cleared the room in less than three minutes.  Then they will take a minute to report back, hold position for a bit, before returning to the shaft.  We want to be away from here before they check on their grapples.  Climb onto my back Morgan.  Garry, you hold onto my front."  Rook instructed as he rose to his feet, and took a hold of one of the grapples.

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    • Garry nodded and approached Rook from the front, feeling incredibly awkward right now...

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    • The grapple strained on their weight, which could be seen all the way up.

      Governor looked down into the shaft but it was unclear what or who was climbing up.

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    • "He's gonna be there...I swear..." Morgan whispered, shuffling round to Rooks back. She tried not to look at Garry and took aim, concentrating on the small beam of light from the top of the shaft.

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    • "Squad?" Governor asked, talking into a walky-talky.

      "Is anyone climbing back up, over?"

      Down below in the hangar the squad leader checked.

      "No, sir. over"

      Governor's faced contracted a dark grin.

      "Roger."

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    • WIth both humans holding onto him Rook began the climb.  When his feet completely left the ground, it was easy to see he buckling underneath the combined weight.  A person would be groaning in strain right now, but Rook was completely stoic, even though it was easily to tell from the tightness of his body that every bit of him was working to make the climb.

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    • We aren't making this...Why are we even trying still...

      "C'mon Rook...you got this..."

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    • "Almost..." Garry agreed, just wanting to get to the top of this shaft and get back to Heather.

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    • Rook was unable to reply, feeling like his voice module was being crushed.  He contined to climb up, adding extra tension by wrapping an ankle in the cord and one of his wrists, letting him slide up the grapple smoothly and effectively as he climbed.

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    • "Everything going well?" A voice echoed from above in the elevator shaft.

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    • Morgan stiffened. "Told you. He's still there..."

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    • "I have to admit, your persistence impresses me." Another echo followed.

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    • Morgan sighed softly. "We're screwed..."

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    • "Sir?"  Rook replied, in an exact copy of what the, now dead, soldier in the elevator had sounded like.  He didn't expect the Colonel to buy it, he just wanted to buy them more time.

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    • "Oh, don't even try. I know you're a mechanical android. The one Ania said she was going to deal with. It all makes sense now, who you are." Governor indeed didn't fall for it.

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    • "Garry.  Pull another grapple over."  He whispered, in the Governor got snippy.  Both literally and figuratively.

      "And you intend to termiante us?"  The android called up.

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    • The Wastelander nodded and began to do as he said, doing it as discretely as possible to get it under the Governor's radar.

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    • The governor laughed.

      "That's... The idea yes. Though, it has proven to take more effort than orginally intended."

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    • It coulda been so much easier if I'd just died instead..Morgan thought, keeping her aim trained.

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    • "Have you made an adjustment to your strategy?"

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    • "Not really no." Governor answered honestly.

      "Although, I am curious... What exactly did you think you were going to acomplish?"

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    • "We wanted access to your secure files.  Or to you, specifically."

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    • "Ah... I guess you're here to 'stop' the Pinko Republic of Chinatown?" Governor added.

      "I had and inkling you were the ones that Ray was talking about."

      "Well... Seems I'll be doing what she could not."

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    • "What couldn't she do?" Morgan called up as they kept climbing.

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    • I'm guessing that the answer's 'shut the fuck up?' Garry thought, though he was too deep in concentration, doing the grapple to say it aloud.

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    • "Yes, her last transmission said something about a woman and a mechanical android causing her trouble." He told them.

      "I assume you're the woman and He's the android?"

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    • "Y-yeah..." Morgan admitted, seeing no other way to talk out of this..

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    • "Well, seems you ignorant dirt-monkeys got yourselves into quite some trouble huh?" Governor assessed.

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    • Morgan fell silent for a moment, concentrating highly. If she could take him out...

      You are the dirt monkey, asshole.

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    • "You made a miscalcalation, Governor."  Rook replied, the edge of the top leve lin view.

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    • "Did I?" Governor asked curiously.

      "I surely hope it doesn't involve me getting shot, because then I drop this"

      He held an EMP grenade up.

      "Shoot me, I drop this, this drops, you short-circuit, you short-circuit, your companions made out of real flesh and blood will have nothing to save themselves from a particularly nasty drop.. Understood?"

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    • Gabriel slammed against the wall. "I can't take anymore of this, let's find Morgan and the others! They have been gone forever now!" Gabriel shouted. Now he was frusterated and let out a loud sigh.

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    • Morgan tensedagainst Rook. "I...I can't shoot him..."

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    • "Gabriel, no! You'll get everyone killed, is that what you want!?" Heather snapped, finding herself to be frantic herself at  this point.

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      "Well fuck, someone do somethin'!" Garry insisted, feeling like he was in the shittiest position imaginable.

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    • "Heather, do you want to find your boyfreind dead, do you want them to be dead, shots in there body? If you don't want Gary to die, then we have to go and save them, they are suppossed to be back by now!" Gabriel snapped. He stood and punched the wall in anger, and then after by the sound of Whiskers snorting.

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    • "You would have to cook it first, Governor.  The time between that falls and it explodes are not great enough for it detonate near me.  It will have passed my position by several metres."  Rook informed him.  "And of course, if you activate that grenade, my companion will shoot you."

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    • Governor laughed.

      "You want to bet?" toying with the programming of the android, that's innately against games of chance.

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    • "Rook...what if he is cooking it right now? Please..." Morgan whispered.

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    • "If he's cookin' it right now, it'll blow up in his face..." Garry pointed out, he knew enough about grenades to know that that was true.

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      "I..." Heather paused for a minute, sighing heavily.

      "Fine... Let's just... Be careful, okay?"

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    • "Even if what I said appeared to be... poppycock."

      Governor added

      "You still are danging in the middle of a ruined elevator shaft with my men both beneath and above you. How long do you think you're going to hold out."

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    • "Why have you not dropped it yet?"  Rook asked.

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    • Gabriel nodded and whistled to his pet. He looked over to the hallway and silently went foward. Whiskers snorted and followed right behind him, ready to kill anyone.

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    • "Because you 'might' be useful." Governor answered.

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    • "How so?"

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    • "Why don't you climb up to find out?" Governor baited.

      "Or don't." The man shrugged light-heartedly, as if it was a fair choice.

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    • Rook decided he had no choice, and finished the climb, reaching the platform.

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    • Still, even when Rook reached the platform, and Morgan laid eyes on the Governor, she clung tightly to Rook, too scared to let go.

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    • They were violenty pulled into the corridor and kicked to the ground. Plasma Rifles trained on them from every angle.

      "Smart move."

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    • Rook coiled around Morgan, trying to protect her.  His leg was throughly busted, and he was defenseless against plasma.

      "I am sorry."  He whispered.  "I only wanted to protect you."

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    • Gabriel continued to the halls, and made a few stops here and there. He htought he was gettting closer, until then he had to go to another hallway.


      I'll find you Morgan, I promise, I won't let you die like my mom did.." Gabriel thought.

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    • "I-it's okay..." Morgan whispered, reaching out with a shaky hand to rest it on the androids cheek. "We were s-screwed from the start. Told ya..."

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    • "I love you, Morgan Jones."  Rook whispered back.  "I would prefer you know that, if they decide to end our existence.  You are my mission."

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    • Morgan nodded tearfully and pulled herself closer. She focused in on his face and his face alone, blocking all else of the world for the time being. 

      "I love you too, Rook." Morgan stammered, struggling not to cry. "Everything we've done? It's been amazing getting to spend it with you..."

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    • "I would not give it up for anything else."  He agreed, holding her tightly.  The guards were shuffling around in the background, probably getting something ready.  They were pretty mch apprehended now, so guessed they saw no need to assign more than, say, seven guards to point high-tec rifles at their heads.

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    • Gabriel looked around. He sighed, starting to get worried. "Morgan, morgan where are you?!" Gabriel shouted, but not super loud. Whiskers looked around, trying to smell there scent, but couldn't find nothing.

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    • "Gabriel, don't! Shouting will get us caught!" Heather hissed, however, it seemed that it was too late as she looked up, the group came face to face with a scientist in a similar hazard suit to Garry and Rook's.

      Whoever it was simply stood staring at them, not even flinching in response as she eyed them up and down before turning her attention to them.

      "Are you patients?"

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    • Gabriel turned around and slowly approached the man. He then got out his knife and tried to cut his eye, while Whiskers then started to run towards the scientist.

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    • The Scientist quickly drew a laser pistol and pointed it at the boy and his Molerat, she was quick to draw but held off from shooting.

      "Please, don't make me use this. You're lucky that it was me who found you, the Enclave would have killed you on sight."

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    • "Why should I stop? You have patients that are totured, your sick Govenor is killing anybody, and that gives you a permisssion to go? No it doesn't, so I will keep my knife in my hand, and not do anythinng if yolu leave and quit, if you do something at all to me, and try to take me in your going to be lunch to my little Whiskers, now think about what I said." Gabriel ordered.

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    • "Gabriel... Her pistol could vaporize 'Whiskers' in one shot..." Heather pointed out, slowly raising her weapon and training it on the scieintist.

      "Look, we don't want trouble, we just want to find our friends..."

      "Yeah, the Redhead, the robot and the one with the foul mouth?" The Scientist asked, still keeping her pistol trained on them.

      "Look, I can help you get to them, I can even take you there but I can't if you're at my damn throat. I want to help you, as much as it's screwing my mission but I'm not going to risk my life and my mission for two people who keep threatning to turn me into molerat shit is that understood?"

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    • "Fine, but if you betray us, I will kill you,  now show us the way." Gabriel said, this time calming down. Whiskers stopped and snorted and jumped up, ready to go with Gabriel.

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    • "Alright, they'll probably be at Governor's office but we can't just run in there, I'll have to 'escort' you there as prisoners." The Scientist explained, rolling her shoulders back.

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    • "Ok, well, that's the plan I guess, we should go now before they die." Gabriel suggessted. He put on his glassses, and hid his knife in his pocket. Whiskers snorted and waited.

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    • "On your feet!" Governor demanded.

      "Take the Android to the lab."

      "The rest... escort them out of here and shoot them. Properly this time."

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    • "Right, move!" The Scientist insisted, gesturing for them to turn around and walk.

      "Put your hands up as you do."

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    • Morgan looked up, tearfully clinging to her Android. "N-no! I ain't going!"

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    • Gabriel put his hands up and went with the scientist. Gabriel started to hum silently, while Whiskers was right behind Gabriel, snorting.

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    • Enclave soldiers peeled her away from the android. 

      When she resisted they added more force.

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    • Rook did not resist, pulling his arms away from his woman, not wanting them to hurt Morgan.  He watched passively. watched as they pulled her away.

      "I do not suppose there is some compromise that spares the humans."  Rook asked aloud.

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    • "No! Y-you can't! He's a man! Not an android!" Morgan pleaded, obviously a little unhinged at this point. "D-don't take me away from him!"

      She struggled in the soldiers grip, desperately trying to break free.

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    • "Fuck this! Let me go!" Garry snapped, throwing his head back into a guard's face.

      -

      The Scientist lead them up to Governor's office, keeping the laser pistol pointed at their back the entire time as she didn't especially trust them.

      She lead them through to Governor's office, almost following Morgan and Rook's trail exactly as she lead them up, picking up the pace as their fate was likely uncertain...

      They were but a few moments away from their location, though the Scientist wasn't all that confident in Gabriel or Heather, she still wanted to try.

      "Okay, just follow my lead, don't do anything stupid..."

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    • The soldier rifle-butted Morgan across the cheek. 

      "Shut up!"

      "Fuck this! Let me go!" Garry snapped, throwing his head back into a guard's face.

      The guard responded by breaking Garry's nose.

      "Filthy scum!"

      The others marched Rook away from the rest.

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    • "Governor, I have a counteroffer in exchange for the humans' lives!"  Shouted Rook, trying to garner attention.

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    • "R-rook!" Morgan shrieked, blood dripping out her mouth. Everything hurt at this point. Her eyes, her mouth, her legs.

      I am going to die...

      "ROOK!"

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    • "I'm not interested." Governor said bluntly.

      "They have to die regardless, they know too much. At least I'm going to be honest with you here."

      With that he left Rook in the hands of his men.

      "I will be in my office, should anyone need me. And sent someone down to clean the mess up."

      Morgan and Garry were escorted back to the main room, where they would take the stairs back up and be shot outside and what remained would be dunked into the bay.

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    • Morgan struggled as best as she could, stamping relentlessly on her guards feet, no matter how clear it was, that it wouldn't work.

      "Let me go! Please! L-let me die with him at least! P-please!"

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    • Rook locked onto Morgan's screaming voice, stopping his struggling.  His voice cleared, and he began to take in the numbers he was facing.  He waited until they had passed back into the lab, before taking action.

      Override command: pacify hostiles with "weapons free."

      Rook glanced over at the soldier on his left.  The man lasted about five seconds after glance, until Rook kicked his knee out, the exoskeleton joint groaning as he took the blow, and causing the soldier to collapse, right into Rook's arms.  The android seized the man's helmet and snapped his neck.

      Before the soldiers could drop Rook, the android used the one on his right to shove himself to his feet and into a wall for support.  He pulled the shotgun from his waistband and aimed it over the soldier's heads, at the Deathclaw tank.  The world froze, as the men watched the android line up his shot to free one of the deadlist creatures on the face of the earth.  Then he fired.

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      The tank emptied out, the luke-warm water splashed out in large quantities out on the floor and the curled up beast was free.

      It wouldn't take long before it had its bearings.

      "Agh!"

      "Kill it!" A soldier commanded the others.

      Rook wasn't the main target anymore, this was a lot more severe.

      -

      Governor looked back on his way to the office.

      "Hmm What?!"

      "No!" He knew perfectly what 'that' alarm meant. And it didn't take long for him to realise what had happened and who had caused it.

      Fed up he stormed to his office and got out the special gun. 

      "Right. If we can't get him into the lab. This will just have to do!" He loaded the gun and ran out, on the hunt for Rook.

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    • As Morgan turned around the next corner, she found herself face to face with Heather and Gabriel, who were both stood with their hands up and a laser pistol to their backs.

      "I found the others." She informed them, poking them in the back and forcing them to take a step forward and join by Morgan's side.

      She joined the ranks of the guards, seemingly falling in line with them.

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    • Rook scooped up victim's plasma rifle and pistol, using the former as a crutch of sorts, starting his mission to free his partner.

      ...

      And Garry, of course.

      He hurried down the hall as fast as he could go, after them.

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    • The emergency lights went on. 

      Chaos ensued in the base. Engineers were marched off by security personal. A deathclaw on the loose was a bad thing.

      -

      The deathclaw looked up at Rook, seemingly unfazed by the plasma weapons of the soldiers shooting at him, like he was some sort of super-build resistant against it.

      It then growled menacingly before knocking over the enclave soldiers with its tail and starting its persuit on Rook. 

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    • Think...Think...

      Morgan desperately looked around. The lighting, the sense of panic, she could take advantage of this somehow...

      Everyones depending on you. Gabe, Heather, Garry..

      ...Rook...

      Think damnit!

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    • Gabriel smiled and started to cry. He then nodded and followed the group, Whiskers snorted happily. Gabriel then got out his knife, ready to kill.

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    • Using the alarm as a distraction, the Scientist pressed her laser pistol against the back of a soldier's neck before pulling the trigger, sending a fiery hot laser through his neck and bursting out of his throat, causing him to stagger from side to side before falling to the ground.

      She then turned to the second soldier and fired several shots into his armoured face plate, until he dropped to the floor.

      "C'mon, we've gotta move!" She said, sharply.

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    • Governor ran into the danger.

      He knew that where people were running from that prick and lizard would be as well. He held the chip-gun and the deathclaw brain override remote firmly in his hands.

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    • "Rook!"Morgan blurted out simply. "I need him...I gotta save him!"

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    • Most of the Governor Hideout staff had already taken the stairs back up and beathelessly stood around on the ground floor, waiting until everything downstairs had cooled down.

      The doors were open, a golden opportunity to escape.

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    • "The Android's just set the Deathclaw loose, bringing the group to him will just slow us all down, him especially." The Scientist insisted, glancing up to the end of the corridor.

      "We need to be at the port, ready with a vehicle, for when he escapes."

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    • Rook heard the hulking steps of the Deathclaw as it came after him.

      Why though, was the question.  Rook did not emit any scents for a creature to pick up, and reptiles relied on that primarily.  Regardless, he had some training in dealing with Deathclaws, although it would be difficult with his busted knee.  He scanned for some where to escape to. 

      He glanced up.

      He was too heavy to climb into the ceiling tiles from here, but if he could find a way to displace his weight if only for an instant...

      As he passed the elevator, he glanced sideways at it, before dangling off the ledge, and then dropping into the strut that was paralell to the floor, so that he was out of sight.  To be spotted, one would have to stick there head down the shaft and look for them, and that of course would warrant them losing it.

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    • Gabriel followed, looing around to see if guards were chasing them. Whiskers tried to smeel the scent of guards, but no one was following.


      I don't want to die, I don't want to die under the hands of the Governor.... Gabriel thought.

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    • The deathclaw braced itself against the walls. It's sharp claws strummed over the floor tiles, as its momentum shifted like an excited dog.

      It looked up, trying to smell the thing that had shot his tube and disturbed its 'nest'. But it proved fruitless, there was no scent. In response it roared with anger and ran off the other direction.

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    • "I won't leave without him..." Morgan said tearfully. "I-if he...doesn't come back, just leave me here, okay?"

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    • The Scientist sighed heavily, wishing that  it had just been the kid and the blonde woman, they at least listened.

      She took a hold of Morgan's shoulders, forcing her to make eye contact... well, visor contact.

      "Look... I know you're worried for him but the best thing that you can do for him right now is to get out of here, so that he only has to worry about himself. Does that make sense?"

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    • Gabriel looked at Morgan with a crazy look. "No, I'm not loossing you, not again!" Gbariel shouted at her. He was really getting tired of this.

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    • Rook listened, not growing anymore concerned as the Deathclaw drew near, just overhead.  He remained still, pressed flat against the wall of the shaft, until the beast lost interest.  He only moved when the sounds of it's own movement fading. 

      He climbed around the outside of the shaft to the far sturt, and then clambered up, into the maintenance portion at the very top of the shaft.  He moved across, still gripping the walls, his injured leg dangling below him, until he reached a grate, that led into the airducts.  Rook obviously wouldn't fit, so he instead kicked out the dryway to the grates right, and then scurried through the hole like a mouse.  Now above the ceiling tiles, he went prone, and began to army crawl in the direction he saw Morgan had gone.

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    • Morgans lips trembled and she reached her had out, searching for Gabriel. "Okay...But please...we have to wait for him..."

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    • It didn't take long before Rook got suddenly blasted out of the airvents. The noise his cawling made gave him away quite clearly. Now lying on his chest his nose almost touched the boots of Colonel Governor.

      He had a special gun trained on him. 

      Before the android could make things worse the colonel bent foward and shot him in the neck. A little transparent capsule stuck out of his jugular, after it had drilled itself into his 'bloodstream' the capsule released the fluid it was holding, which apparently was a sort of liquid chip that overrode his programming. 

      Governor grinned, slightly out of breath.

      "Welcome to the Enclave... Rook."

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    • "Fine, we'll wait." Gabriel said, obviously annoyed having ot wait. He sighed and looked around him.

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    • Morgan nodded, before kneeling down. "They didn't hurt you, did they, Gabe?"

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    • Rook twitched, facial muscles spasming as the chip did it's work, and his body went rigid.  The process took a total of maybe seven seconds, before the android shoved himself to his feet.  He glanced around, his vision flickering as it changed IFF tags and incorporated the new data from the Enclave's network.

      Enclave AI programming, most possibly based on the ZAX series of articial intelligence, over rid personality, databases, and function.  For all intents and purposes, Rook belonged to the United States of America.

      "Reporting for duty, sir."  Rook said to the governor in a flat voice, then saluted, under the impression he was a special forces operative.  That was, of couse, at the base of things, his function.

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    • "No, they did not, the only reason I was wandering around with Heather was to look for you...." gabriel admitted. He sighed and loooked down.



      I was only looking for you, no one else..... Gabriel thought.

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    • "You..." Morgan began, pausing to wipe someblood off her chin. "You should have stayed hidden. I would have come and found you."

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    • "Good."

      Governor got out his pocket knife and violently tore off Rook's face, until only the gaunt exoskeleton's skull remained. It had taken more than 'one' pull. But it was worth it, removing all sense of personality from this android, on a superficial level.

      "Report yourself to the Lab. We'll upgrade you."

      Governor didn't seem pleased though.

      "Meanwhile... I got to hunt down this Deathclaw."

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    • "These two stuck out like a sore thumb, you're lucky I found them and not one of the others. " The Scientist replied, turning back to Heather, who was fussing over Garry's face.

      "Now we're going to have to make a move for the docking bay, how's your friend?"

      "I'm fine... Got worse than this when I was a kid." The Wastelander insisted, gently brushing Heather aside.

      "We gotta go, find this 'docking bay' thing."

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    • Rook did not flinch as his humanity was snatched from him.  In fact, it did not even appear as if he noticed.

      Rook then marched himself back to the lab, like a good soldier.

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    • Morgan rose to her feet, holding Gabriels hand tightly. "Right. L-let's get moving..."

      He'll be okay, Morgan. He's never let you down...

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    • "No, you wouldn't have survived. I know you wouldn't, and I don't want to lose another person close to me!" Gabriel shouted. He started to tear up, and gave Morgan a big hug, putting his head deep into her shoulder.

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    • "Shh...its okay, kid. I...I'm here..." Morgan soothed, running her free hand through his hair. "W-we're all here..."

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    • The Scientist nodded before marching onwards towards the 'docking bay.'

      "I've been studying the security here, I know a few blindspots. Just stay close to me and try not to fall behind, I don't want to risk getting hurt or risking anyone else getting hurt."

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    • Gabriel smiled and looked at Morgan. "I wonder what Rook is doing." Gabriel wondered. He then smiled at his pet, Whisers snorted happily.

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    • Governor tracked the beast down into the lonesome corridors.

      His face had gone from cool and calculated to bloodshot and almost 'plain evil'.

      He followed the trail of water and blood.

      Until it tracked the beast down, gorging on some poor soul. It noticed almost immediatly that it was being watched and snarled at the colonel.

      Who stuck out his remote from across the corridor and pressed the button. The beast's beany little eyes widened for a split second before it got a shock of 100.000 volts right into its brain. Frying it instantly. The beast tumbled down lifelessly on the corpse it had just been feasting on. 

      Governor sighed, but not for the loss of his men, but for the loss of another weapon. Still... He had a new toy to play with now.

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    • Morgan slowly trudged along behind this...scientist, with Gabriel by her side. "He'll be...trying to find us. H-he's going to find us." She added, trying to reassure herself.

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    • "Sorry, I wasn't able to do introductions... What are your names?" The Scientist asked as she made a hard right, beginning her descent down the stairwell.

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    • The base seemed to be calming down. Seemed like the danger had waded, for the most part.

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    • "My name's Gabriel..." Gabriel whispered, walkign alongide Morgan. whiskers went lsowly behind Gabriel.

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    • "Morgan..." Morgan said quietly. She was rather unfocused and kept glancing back at the way they came.

      Please...be okay...

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    • "I'm Garry, she's Heather." The Wasterlander replied, holding his head back as his 'friend' dabbed his nose with a rag.

      "Well, I'm Scribe Eastwood of the Brotherhood of Steel, I had to break my cover to save you people, so I hope that you appreciate that."

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    • Morgan nodded, turning fully to look back now.

      Something is very wrong. He'd have f-found me by now...

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    • Gabriel turned aroudn, and saw Morgan turned around. "Morgan, are you okay?" Gabriel asked worried. Whiskers turned around also, snorting.

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    • "I am just..." Morgan sighed, putting on a brave face. "I'm fine."

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    • Gabriel nodded and continued forward, Whiskers just staring at Morgan, snorting and happily walking around.

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    • Rook had interesting data files.  He suddenly had a textbook of U.S history, but found himself most interested in the military aspect of it.

      He had other memories, memories of him, but they did not interface well with his new ones, so he pushed them aside, hiding them in the darkest recesses of his mind.

      He taught himself U.S military combat operations, tactics, and strategies in the blink of an eye, and then went on to develop himself.

      I have a name.... no... I need a name.

      He did a quick scan for the most American one.  It was easy in his exspansive database, he simply selected the most common first and surname.

      John Smith.  Is that who I am?  Who am I?

      I have an identity... I am someone... no... I need an identity.

      He was a soldier of the special branch for the Enclave Armed Forces, formerly the Delta Squad of the United States Military.  Yes... that sounded right.

      Airman John Smith.

      Rook reached up and touched what remained of his face.  The skin abruptly ended at the sides of his cheek bones, leaving him featureless.  He prodded the skeletal structure of his nose, the metal of his chin.

      Not worried by it, just curious.

      He stood to attention when the Governor strode in.  "Airman John Smith awaiting orders, sir."  Rook said, already utterly convinced of who and what he was.

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    • Morgan continued to follow on, albeit reluctantly and a litle half-heartedly. Her worries only grew with every step she made.

      He must be lost cause we keep moving...

      Or...or maybe he can't move! Maybe he's all alone, waiting for me to come help him, and I can't? Oh Lord...Rook...

      She hung her head and bit her lip, still trying to be strong in front of Gabriel. 

      If I'd just stayed behind...o-or if I'd just died before he realised there were others...

      It's my fault he's hurt. I-I hurt him! 

      Hurt them all...

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    • "Morgan?" Heather asked, seeing that she was struggling somewhat.

      "Are you okay?"

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    • Morgan shook her head, looking up to Heather with tear filled eyes. "I'm w-worried..."

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    • Gabriel turned aorund and saw Morgan with tears in her eyes. "Morgan, come on, let's go tell everybody to look for Rook, we might as well do it seeing how scared you are." Gabriel said. Whiskers licked her leg, trying to make her feel better.

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    • "I know, I used to get like this when Garry went hunting but he always came back..." The Former Slave assured her, sighing lightly as she looked ahead.

      "Rook will, I know it... He's unstoppable, especially when you're involved."

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    • Morgan picked up Whiskers, and clung to him. "We cannot go look, not now the alarms off. I-I know this..." She whispered sadly. "I just hope I...I hope he isn't dead..."

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    • "He won't be... It would take a lot more than the Enclave to do that." Heather assured her, prompting Garry to look over his shoulder.

      "Yeah... He's a tough son'va bitch." The Former slaver agreed, backing her up, however, Heather didn't seem to appreciate it.

      "Head back mister."

      Garry sighed and threw his head back as instructed, though he felt stupid, not being able to see where he was walking.

      "Still, he has a point."

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    • "They have plasma...power armour...numbers..." Morgan stated, her voice growing shakier. "If th-there is any worst place to be for an Android, it's here."

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    • "If it makes you feel any better, most of the soldiers are very inexperienced. I doubt that any of them have faced anything half as capable as Rook before." Scribe Eastwood assured her as they finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

      "Just... Don't worry until we know that something's wrong, okay? So far, everything's going according to plan, all that Rook has to do is make it outside and then we're golden and from what I've seen of you four, that shouldn't be a problem."

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    • Morgan rested her chin on Whiskers head. "I just wish we never came to this place. We coulda left for the West..."

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    • "Well... Someone had to stop these guys and we still can, right?" Heather replied, hoping to keep hope alive.

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    • "I doubt it..." Morgan mumbled. "We didn't even get the information we came for..."

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    • "What did you come for?" Eastwood asked, wondering why this ragtag group of misfits were in this base to begin with.

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    • "The Psychotronic needle they are building atop Empire State..." Morgan confirmed, racking her brain for the reason they were here.

      "We cam to get information to disable it."

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    • "Really? Huh... The Brotherhood were interested in it as well, trust me, there was a lotof data, most of it wouldn't make any sense to anyone who didn't know waht to look for." The Scribe replied, looking around to make sure that they weren't being followed.

      "I'd love it, if it wasn't a device to enslave everyone."

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    • "It needs to be destroyed, so...I don't see why we couldn't have just gone to ES and blew the thing up.." Morgan sighed.

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    • (Oops, didn't post for some reason. :S)

      "Well, it is the tallest building in the world, I don't think that blowing it up would be easy, even for the Brotherhood. You'd need a pretty big bang to do it..." The Scribe replied, keeping her attention forward.

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    • "We would just need to blow up the machine, not the whole building..." Morgan retorted quietly,wondering if every military organisation was full of idiots.

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    • "Oh, forgive me for not being able to figure out which thing you were referring to." Eastwood mocked, glad that Morgan wasn't greaving anymore, at least not openly.

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    • "Mm..." Morgan grumbled. Usually she would retort, but right now, she just wasn't in the mood, so she just fell silent, getting lost in her worries.

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    • Governor checked up on Rook.

      "How are you feeling?" The colonel asked the android as engineers were busy messuring him.

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    • "Fit for duty, sir."

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    • "No... Not yet" Governor disagreed slyly. 

      He picked up a needle that lay next to him on a tray.

      They were in some sort of advanced surgical room. Rook was being strapped into a sort of harness that allowed the robotic arms around him equipped with welders, lasers and placers to 'upgrade him'.

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    • "As you say, colonel."

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    • "We'll turn you into something more... Useful." Governor continued. 

      "However the process will take time."

      The colonel then looked over to one of the engineers. 

      "Let me know when he's ready..."

      The engineer nodded in response.

      "I think I'm going to rest for a while. Our operation cannot be jeopardized, not now we are so close to control over New York City."

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    • "Understood, sir."

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    • Rook was fastened into the machine, which he just looked curiously at, not really suspicious of anything.  The lasers came first.  The peeled back the surface of his skin, so that it became a raw red.  Rook, once again, did not show he felt anything.  The Enclave 'reboot' had made destroyed any progress he'd made in the way of actually feeling pain.  They installed the simple thing's first, integrating them straight into his hide. They ruthlessly drilled a hole into his chest, so that they could get to the endoskeleton, and implanted an auto-repair system.  Minor upgrades came next, before they finally got to the good stuff.

      First, they reinforced his joints, putting extra motorized powerings over his elbows and knees.  Untop of that, they installed the flexible armor plating, first in a thin under layer, simply bolting it straight to the rended flesh.  They concealed weapons came next- a protonic blade that rested on top of his left wrist, and extended outwards; and a series laser weapon minaturized so that they could fire from several different locations on his body.  All this was covered with the next layer of armor, just as flexible, but denser, and heavier.  It suctioned with an airtight seal to the first layer, and would probide enormous protection against most small rounds but, and was resistant laser and plasma discharges.  But, most importantly, it had a built-in system that disrupted and redirected EMPs, severly reducing their effectiveness in scrambling Rook's systems.

      A ballistic fist that fired high-density sniper rounds instead of those from a 12 guage shotgun was installed onto his right forearm, and mounted launchers had been ingrained into the shoulders of his armor that fired mirco-missiles.  As if that wasn't enough, a 20mm M61 Vulcan Minigun had been mounted onto the top of his back.  Steel bars rested over his spine and shoulder blades that had several more bars spiderwebbing between them to support the weapon that would fire over the top of his left shoulder.

      The helmet came last, a shapless thing with a visor that improved his targetting systems, removing the need for scopes or sights for his weapons.  He was given a M21 sniper rifle (standard issue for the U.S Army) for hardware along with a 12.7 millimeter submachine gun.

      (This is what inspired the new appearance.)

      With all weapons installed and equipped, he was released from the machine, and put through trial phases to test out his new gear.  But, other than that, it was safe to say that Rook was now a killing machine, if he ever wasn't.

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    • An engineer leered over to him. 

      "Can you move?"

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    • (Also, Eilonwyn, Psycho and Crystal. the whole Rook rebuilding must've taken a quite a few hours 'at least' so bear in mind that the time has passed. )

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    • Rook could do more than that.   He lept down onto both feet, which sounded like someone whacking a pipe with a wrench.

      He was a little unbalanced at first, but soon steadied himself.

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    • "Good." The egineer approved, after which he noted something down on his notepad.

      "Can you move your neck for me, please?"

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    • He twisted it side to side and then nodded up and down.

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    • "Excellent." Again, he scrabbled something down.

      After the platform Rook was standing on slowely turned and halted rather without fanfare in front of a shooting range.

      "Let's see if you're still calibrated correctly. Hit the green targets as they appear."

      Soon after several targets appeared from the ceiling. Some orange, some green.

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    • Rook lifted his arm and examined it for a moment, like he was unsure how to fire it.  The control over the majority of his weapons had been directed to his brain, so it would be like flexing an new muscle.

      There was a long pause before the first shot rang out- a clean hit through the center of the first target.  After that, the targets didn't stand a chance.

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    • The engineer looked on as the Battle-Android used his new arsenal flawlessly. After a few more tests, Rook was deemed fit for active service. Little Enclave symbols adorned almost every part of his new body. As if it weren't obvious already.

      "Report to Colonel Governor. He wishes to speak to you."

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    • Rook did as he was told and marched himself to the colonel.  He drew stares and looks of awe as he passed, but no one was surprised.  It was obviously big news that they had captured an Android.  He found the Governor's office and knocked on the door without much ado.

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    • "Come in." A stern voice allowed from the other side of the door.

      Sure, they might've lost their Deathclaw and a couple of men just recently, but those 'sacrefices' were well worth the reward. Or so Governor liked to think.

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    • Rook stepped in and closed the door behind him before standing at attention.

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    • "At ease, soldier." Governor said. Trying to keep a devilish grin hidden.  The office looked neat and classic, a big contrast against all the grey and dark metal. Most of it had already been there from before the great war. Governor seemed to feel quite at home in this basement, after all... Governor Island used to be a US Military Fort once.

      It was probably obvious at this point that Governor was not his real name.

      "It seems the boys in the lab have patched you up with quite some skill." The Colonel complimented.

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    • "Sir, yes, sir."  Agreed Rook.  The helmet gave his voice a metallic, robotic tinge, similar to how one would speak through a power armor helmet.  "I'm cocked, locked, and ready to rock, sir."  He said with enthusaism.  Perhaps the only good the Colonel's 'update' did for him was make him sound like an actual human.

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    • Eastwood lead the four of them out into the courtyard, heading straight for the docking bay. She didn't know if there would be a boat waiting but she had checked the schedule and hadn't seen any booked for today.

      They just had to avoid the search lights...

      "Urgh... Would've been better if you were all in disguises..."

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    • "Didn't work too well for me..." Morgan said quietly, glancing behind her again. 

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    • "Maybe not up close but from a distance it would have been ideal." The Brotherhood Scribe sighed as she spied a boat at the end of the peer.

      "Ah, I see one!"

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    • "We have to wait..." Morgan whispered, stopping dead in her tracks. "I can't leave without Rook."

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    • Eastwood looked over her shoulder, nodding quite sternly, after a long pause.

      "Of course, we've got time..." She replied, sounding like she had no intentions of leaving without him.

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    • Morgan sat down, falling silent as she stared, hopefully back at the way they came.

      He's boud to be right behind us...

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    • The group sat in silence as they waited for the Android, several moments passed as the reality slowly began to sink in.

      The Scribe glanced up to Morgan, who's gaze was fixed on the main door to the complex, eager to see if Rook was going to make it.

      In truth, Eastwood did want to save Rook, an Android was a technilogical marvel and the Brotherhood could learn so much from their software and hardware, it was just a shame that the people who made them were such dicks...

      Heather decided to take a seat by Morgan's side, observing the loading bay with her as she awaited his return, with a great deal of anticipation.

      She slowly looked over to Morgan, trying to keep a brave face, even though she was starting to lose hope.

      "I'm sure he won't be long now..."

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    • Morgan nodded, not losing faith in her Android, not yet...

      "He's lost probably. He'll...he'll be fine. It'll all be okay..."

      Right?

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    • "Well, he does treat combat very seriously... Maybe he's just gotten carried away, shooting Uncave." Heather shrugged, knowing next to nothing about the Enclave, other than their names that were mentioned a few moments ago.

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    • "Your first assignment is to eliminate the intruders on this island." The Colonel ordered Rook.

      "Godspeed."

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    • "What is their last known location?"

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    • "He wouldn't do that, if I wasn't around. He's trying to get back to me, I know it." Morgan whispered. Her eyes made her look incredibly sad however.

      A sign she was giving up hope.

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    • "I don't know... They got away in the confusion. But they're probably still on the island. There aren't a lot of ways to get off."

      Governor admitted with a bad taste in his mouth, this was humiliating and had never happened before.

      "Comb over the Island, see what you can find."

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    • Heather nodded, turning her attention back to the area that they were expecting Rook to depart from, just wanting this to go right for her.

      Eastwood eventually saw the time and ended up standing, wandering over to Garry as she began to have a private discussion with him.

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    • "He's coming back." Morgan said to herself, her eyes welling up now. "He isn't dead. He i-isn't."

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    • Gabriel stood, thinking. Whiskers sat next to Morgan, snorting, and then eventually fell asleep.


      Rook must be lost, or something worse, no let's not think about that, but we wouldn't have to wait so long, oh wait I'm just worrying nothing will happen.... Gabriel thought.

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    • Rook saluted to the Colonel.  "Sir."  He then walked out and away on his mission.

      Once outside he looked around, wondering what the intruder's goal was.

      They're trying to escape.  It was quickly obvious.  They'd gotten more than they'd barrgained for and now they wanted to get off the island.

      The docks.

      He laughed to himself, the first laughter of a life time.  "Too easy."  What a simple mission.  Four targets.  Four bullets.

      He took off for the docks at a dead sprint, never faultering in his approach.

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    • Garry slowly approached Morgan and knelt down in front of her, he didn't not look like he had good news...

      "Morgan... We've gotta go..."

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    • Morgan shook her head. "We can't! He...he ain't here yet! He may be crawling his way to us! H-his legs might have been blown off! I can't leave!"

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    • Name: Ria

      Age: 34

      Gender: Female

      Race: Human

      Appearance: Black hair in a pony tail, Jade green eyes, and tannish skin

      Weapons and Attire: .357 magnum revolver and dirty white T-shirt and torn up pants she also wears a red cap

      Backstory: TBA

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    • "Morgan... I'm sorry, I really am but the longer we're out here, the longer we're just waitin' for them to find us. If Rook... Hasn't made it, then he'd want you to get out." The Former Slaver said as tactfully as possible.

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    • "Morgan, we might die, we have to leave." Gabriel whispered. He obviously felt bad for Morgan.

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    • "Then go without me!" Morgan pleaded. "He wouldn't abandon me. I...I can't abandon him! Not right now!"

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    • Over a near, but low, hill a lone figure danced into view, obscured by the fading sun and natural fog.  It was moving towards them at a walk.

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    • "Morgan... You know that we can't do that, if they find you they'll kill you!" Eastwood insisted, getting a dirty look from Garry for some reason as she moved around to face Morgan.

      "Look... I know this feeling, I know how painful it is but you have to trust us and Rook."

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    • "Someones spotted us." Morgan said, pointing to the figure walking towards them, shrouded by the fog. "Just...go."

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    • The figure drew closer, finally gaining a distinct shape.  The mounted machine gun.  The sniper slung over it's shoulder.  The blank visor built into the intimidating helmet.  The thin but sturdy armor covering a powerful body.

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    • Eastwood gently took Morgan's plasma rifle as she got ready to face whatever was coming their way. She didn't like the look of it, it did not look friendly.

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    • Morgan stood up, narrowing her eyes and wiping them to clear her vision. "Miss...Eastwood? Were there any other androids on the Island?"

      Please, say yes...

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    • "As far as I'm aware?" The Scribe paused, not relishing in giving this news to the grieving woman.

      "No..."

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    • The machine came to a stop 20 metres away.

      "You got a lot farther than you should've," the android taunted, "but then... you haven't met Airman John Smith either.  Your ride's over, denegerates.  I want you all to give yourselves up.  Easier that way."  I don't have to waste a bullet.  He'd finish this with his blade.

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    • Gabriel turned around at EastWood and gave her a weird look. "If there is no other androdis, is that Rook?" Gabriel asked everybody. He looked at the figure, a bit scared.


      Is hhe okay? Gabriel thouught.


      Whiskers looked at the person, and made a mean snorting noise, and backed away behind Gabriel.

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    • Morgans eyes widened and she stepped forwards, holding her hand out. 

      Rook...

      "Oh, Rook. What have they done to you..."

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    • "Drop your weapons, motherfuckers."  Was Rook's loving response.

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    • Scribe Eastwood raised her rifle, pointing the coil at the Android's chest, her hands were firm and she didn't seem remotely hesitant.

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    • "No, don't!" Morgan pleaded, getting in betwen Rook and Eastwood. She turned to face the latter, her yes pleading. "Please. Don't. D-don't hurt him..."

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    • Gabriel glared at the robot. "You come back to reality, your Rook, the android who is on our sie, not Governors, do you remember your own name, it is Rook." Gabriel said. Whsikers snorted at the ndroid, and he was ready to attack

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    • Rook didn't raise his weapons.  He didn't need to.  There were technically already seven or so pointed in their direction.

      "Last chance.  After that you have a rendevous with my little friends, and they all run faster than you can."

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    • Scribe Eastwood narrowed her eyes, curling her finger around the trigger as she readied her shot. She squeezed it, firing the green ball of plasma at the Android's face.

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    • "No!" Morgan gasped, wincing as the plasma flew over her head. "H-how! How could you!? G-go! Just...fucking get on the boat and go! Now!"

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    • "Bitch!"  Snarled Rook, holding up his arm to asorb the slow moving bolt.  He brought his submachine gun to waist level and opened fire on the group.  "Just like you to try a trick like that!  But it won't work... nothing will!"

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    • "No, I'm not leaving you Morgan, all of us don't want to leeave you! Get over your head threatening us, now get to cover!" Gabriel shouted. He tried to find any cover to avoid bullets.

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    • Eastwood ignored Morgan and took another shot, this time aiming at the Android's chest as Garry drew his shotgun and took a shot.

      Heather rushed over to Morgan and grabbed her, pulling her to the ground to avoid the gunfire.

      "Morgan! Start the boat up, so that we can get out of here! The sooner we can get out, the less fighting there will be!" Scribe Eastwood called, taking another shot at Rook's chest.

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    • Morgan glanced at Heather, rather tearfully before running off to the boat, serpentine'ing to avoid as many bullets as she could. Tho, she was running with a limp, so was rather slow...

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    • Rook moved sideways, running as he fired to avoid Eastwood getting directly shots.  The resistance of his armor was flawless, dispelling and asorbing the heat of the plasma.  It hardened and heated up briefly when it asorbed the bolt, but without sustaining direct hits to the same spot, it held up well.  He singled Eastwood out as his primary target and lined up his submachine gun at her, letting off a stream of continuous fire.

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    • Gabriel then got his chance to get the Android. Gabriel ran up to Rook and the hopped onto his back covering his eyes, trying to spare some time, and then cut his back.

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    • Gabriel's knife bounced off the armor plating.  Rook tore Gabriel off his back like he was doll and threw the boy onto the ground with force, before raising his boot over the boy's head to crush it, still firing at Eastwood, trying to force the scribe into cover.

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    • Gabriel rolled over, and got up, hopping at the front of Rook, and tried to cut his helmet, and jumped behind him, cutting his back again.

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    • Garry jumped up and took a shot at Rook's torso, whilst he had one foot in the air.

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    • Back-up appeared to be on the way. 

      The gunfight kind of gave away their position.

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    • Rook stumbled from the shotgun blast.  It was ballistic resistant armor, and the sharpnel embedded itself in his metal armour.

      Rook covered, turned his attention to Garry, and was about to blow his head off, when Gabriel became suicidal.

      The knife was still ineffective.  It was appear it was not dense or strong enough to make a cut.  Rook easily caught Gabriel by the the throat, being much faster and stronger than the thirteen year old, and squeezed, beginning the process of crushing his trachea.  Gabe did, however, bring the heat off Eastwood.

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    • Gotta get out...He'd not want you to die...

      Morgans hands trembled as she fumbled around with the boat controls. She looked at the switches and lights, pressing them all in sheer panic.

      "How can I fix him, if I die, right?" She asked herself over the gunfire, finally finding the ignition. 

      "He's counting on you."

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    • Gabriel eyes widend and he started to try and hit Rook's arm,but no use. Suddenly Whiskers charged over and jumped on Rook's back, being a distraction.

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    • Rook extended his protonic blade, and stabbed it behind his back, slicing open Whisker's leg.  Both molerat and boy were too weak and smal lto be effective against the military android.

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    • Whilst Gabriel was being strangled, Scribe Eastwood reloaded her plasma rifle and rose to her feet, blasting him repeatedly with half a clip of hot plasma, aiming for his chest and head, whilst Garry took a shot at him with his hunting rifle, aiming for the Android's eyes.

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    • Whiskers made a loud sound before falling down. Everything then started to go black, but he could still see.


      I'm going to die... Gabriel thought.

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    • Rook roared as both opened fire on him, and he dropped Gabe to the ground.  He charged at Garry, turning the thick armor of his back to Eastwood, and viciously slashed at the ex-slaver with his blade.

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    • There was a loud bang, and a clatter as Morgan fired her weapon from the boat. With rather incredible accuracy, a harpoon arced over the field of battle, heading straight for Rooks head. "Gabe! Get in the boat!" She ordered, gesturing at everyone to get the fuck on the boat.

      "C'mon!"

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    • Garry leant back and fired with his rifle again, knocking himself down to the ground and narrowly avoiding Rook's blade.

      Eastwood took a shot at the back of Rook's knee, hoping to bring him down.

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    • Gabriel gasped, and had a hard time breathing for a minute, before getting up and tending to Whiskers. Gabriel tried to pick up Whiskers, and tried to hide. Gabriel went very slowly, and dropped Whiskres to the ground. Gabriel then started to take deep breaths, having a few times of not breathing aand then started to work on Whiskers leg. Whiskers made a loud shriek, but stopped trying to fight against Gabriel. Gabriel then looked at Rook, givving him a glare.


      Gabriel picked up Whiskers and tried to go for the boat, using his strength. Finally Gabriel got there and went in, and then tended back to Whiskers, and started to cry.

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    • "There they are!" 

      A distant voice yelled as flashlights lit the way to them.

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    • The harpoon hit Rook's helmet, just as the bolt hit his knee.  The force of the blast tripped him onto one knee and the harpoon glanced off his helmet with disorienting force, actually rendering him vulnerable.

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    • Garry lifted his rifle up once more, taking advantage of Rook's vulnerability. He took his aim and then fired, hoping to bring the Android down.

      -

      Scribe Eastwood kept her sights trained on Rook, while Heather turned back around and got on the boat, aiming her caravan shotgun down the ramp.

      "C'mon!"

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    • Rook's back-up had arrived.

      Plasma haphazardly flew past the intruders as the incoming Enclave soldiers had little time to line up shots.

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    • "I'm sorry...Rook." Morgan winced, feeling absolutely horrid for making him vulnerable. "Garry, come on!"

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    • The hunting rifle, developed to kill large game, slammed into Rook's helmet at over 3400 fps, point-blank range.  There was a resounding clang, like someone hitting a gong.  Rook crumpled onto his back, his machinery scrambled from the force of the blow.  The effect was similar to dropping a computer on the ground.

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    • Gabriel looke up at Morgan, and looked back down.


      She's sorry? I'm going to have to talk to her.... Gabriel thought, He got out stimpacks and covered up Whiskers leg. Gabriel looked at the android, and shook his head.

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    • Scribe Eastwood's eyes widened as she hopped the fence, rushing over to Rook's side as she took his arm, pulling him up.

      "C'mon!" She snapped at Garry, prompting him to scramble up to his feet and join her, taking Rook's other arm as they began to drag him towards the boat.

      Heather raised her combat shotgun and began to fire on the re-enforcements.

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    • Wait!

      "Don't bring him! He might have had trackers added to his body!" Morgan bellowed. "I need...I need time!"

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    • "They're getting away! Shoot!"

      Another salvo of plasma was shot. The boat's metalwork was being eaten away by the heat.

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    • "Woah! Gabriel looked around him. "Just hurrry up, now!" Gabriel shouted. He tended back to Whiskers, and fixed his leg. Whiskers looked around too.

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    • "If he has trackers, I can disable them, trust me, they haven't had enough time to do anything too brilliant." Naomi called, dragging Rook onto the boat.

      "Do you want him to live or not?"

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    • "Of course I do!" Morgan snapped. "We're...going to have to find a way to restrain him though." She glanced back, waiting on one more guy.

      "Garry, hurry the fck up!"

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    • "Morgan, he is a tough adroid, he'll kill us, and restraining him won't do a thing, leave him on the island!" Gabriel shouted, before looking back at Whiskers. He sighed and shook is head again.

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    • "I'm already on the fuckin' ship!" Garry snapped, firing another shot at the re-enforcements.

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    • "Right, we all here? Good! We're fucking leaving!" Morgan rallied, grabbing the ships wheel and gently easing it out. She'd never steered a ship before, and the sweat from the heat of the constant plasma dripped into her eyes.

      "Would have been easier to leave him! I really need time to work out how to fix him!"

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    • "Can't belive this, I don't know why you kept him, he almost killed me and Whiskers!" Gabriel shouted. He then started to cry and cover his eyes, and just st


      I can't belive you Morgan, I trusted you once again and looked what happend... Gabriel thouught.


      Whiskers started to snort and made a weird noise, and then looked at Gabriel.

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    • A plasma bolt hurtled past the boat and hit one of the Underwater mines up ahead, a huge cloud of water and vapor rose up in the sky, seconds later it rained down on the boat.

      "Careful, those mines are finite. We can't risk our main defenses!" An officer shouted at the soldiers.

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    • "Well, we do have two tech experts, I think they can come up with a solution!" Garry snapped at the kid, ducking down as the mine exploded behind him.

      Eastwood turned around, seeing the Android lay out on a table as she furrowed her brow, it was difficult to see under her visor though.

      "I already have..."

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    • Rook was unconscious.

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    • "Gabe, I wanted to leave him, til I could figure it out..." Morgan said honestly, shutting up since she had to concentrate to navigate the literal minefield below them.

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    • Akatosh the Dragon god of time wrote:

      Name: Ria

      Age: 34

      Gender: Female

      Race: Human

      Appearance: Black hair in a pony tail, Jade green eyes, and tannish skin

      Weapons and Attire: .357 magnum revolver and dirty white T-shirt and torn up pants she also wears a red cap

      Backstory: TBA

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    • "Shut up Garry, not the time for you to snap at me!" Gabriel shouted back. Whiskers snorted angirily at Garry and went to sleep.

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    • (Akatosh would you kindly not do that. I think I already said that you are allowed to join.)

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    • "This isn't the time to be arguing either!" Heather replied, looking over to Morgan.

      "Morgan needs to concentrate, so I think that you two should just... Hush up!"

      "Actually, if you two could hush up and come over here, I think that I have a job for you."

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    • Rook was still unconscious.

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    • "I'm not helping, I'm taking care of Whiskers, not going to care about a robot that allmost killed me..." Gabriel whispered. He also made a face when Heather finished his sentence.

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