George Taylor, having just come back from a patrol walked into the saloon. Sitting down on a bar stool he ordered a shot of hard whiskey, he needed it after having fought his way through a Legion ambush along the Nipton highway. He looked around the room and spied a pretty looking girl sitting across from her, deciding he'd try he walked over and sat down next to the young woman. She had a caravan shotgun and a cowboy hat on and damn did she look good. But after a quick conversation he realized he was barking up the wrong tree and made up some lame excuse and left the bar. Still having his beer in hand he walked to the bunk room and laid down on his quickly falling asleep, it wouldn't stay that way though he would be having nightmares the whole night. Dreaming of the horror he saw in Arizona, his comrades being wiped out by Legionnaires, and one a massive man with a huge sword and an imposing mask. These images would haunt his dreams for the rest of the night.
"Hey pal I don't go snatching your booze away from you! Now hand it over and stop bugging me! Can't ya see I'm trying to sleep?"
george seathed at the young courier but immediatly felt ashamed at having reacted in a such a way, as the Courier turned to leave he stood.
"Hey" he tapped him on the shoulder, "Sorry about that its just...well it helps take the edge off you know" he explained, "I just got back from a messy patrol on the Nipton highway, we had a caravan we were escorting for Far Go Traders when a Legion raiding party jumped us"
Lachlan Hoffmann enters the Mojave outpost barracks wearing a duster a hood and a gas mask on his face with combat armour underneath with his 308 Automatic rifle on his back and his 12.7mm pistol in his holster. He walks over to the bar and sits on a stool and looks over to the bartender and says.
"Hey can I get a Nuka Cola over here."
(Sorry If i screwed anything up...new to forum RP)
(Note: These RPs are usually written in the past tense and you shouldn't control other users' characters' actions.)
"Well sorry about that. You guys are in prayers," Aaron told him. "But what you shouldn't do is drink to take the edge off, it's a depressant and I've seen bad things come from alcohol. Why don't you have a Nuka or a Sunset, instead? You'll feel way better."
The Mormon went back to the bar and laid a few caps down.
"Nuka and a Sunset. I'll drink whichever he doesn't."
He gave a tip of the hat to the man in the duster that had just ordered a Nuka as well, then turned to the troubled soldier.
"Never caught your name, by the way."
(Is Lachlan in NCR Ranger armor? Just wanna be clear.)
"I guess what I'm really asking is have you been up Nipton highway? Theres a group of Legionnaires attacking that way and I lost half a platoon of Rangers fighting them, I'm trying to get a bead on where they are so I can exact some revenge"
"Well it certainly sounds dangerous. If you need a medic, I'm game to help out. Got a bit of Med-Tech on hand, plus I can whip up a nice batch of healing powder in a snap if we're away from civilization."
He turned on his sleek PIP-Boy and hooked up a radio link with his wife.
"Hey I'm gonna be helping out a bit more out here. I'll call later on, okay?"
His wife, Jane, answered: Do what you need to do, but get back soon."
"I will. Love you."
He turned off the radio.
"Well you boys have got yourself a medic."
Aaron started checking the conditions of his weapons; his magnum revolver and rifle, sharpness of the combat knives and machete, finally the power in the tasing function of the machete itself. Then he looked at the his medical supply, finding it decently stocked.
Lachlan took another sip of Nuka Cola and looked over at George and Aaron.
"Some ex-NCR Ranger called Eric Jones was aparently kicked out due to mental problems....he went on a killing spree killing anyone he saw aparently he went down this way hopefully I can find him and take him down before he attacks this outpost or kills more citizens, The bounty is pretty big 1000 caps for his head and bringing him in alive is not an option it seems."
"Agreed,I'm sure they're some empty bunk you guys can have, If we're headed to crescent canyon I know a place where we can get a couple of radiation suits, Its an Old supply base setup by the Rangers a while back"
With that George drank the last of his nuka cola and headed back to his bunk,
Aaron found the empty bunk next to George, stowed his weapons and gear, then knelt by the side of his bed to say a prayer.
Heavenly Father, I thank thee for this day and the opportunity before me to serve and bring about the protection of the good people of the Mojave. Tonight, I pray, lend me strength in spirit and aim as I undertake the task I have committed to assist my new comrades in. Bless George that he may feel thy love and spirit in all things and bless the lives of the brave troops and their souls that have been brought unto thee. Bless my wife with safety and our town with good health. I pray and ask these things in the name of thy son, Jesus Christ, amen.
With that, Aaron laid himself in bed and let sleep take him when it would until the morning came.
(Ok scratch that gone for 10 hours thing i'll be here a little longer I'm sorry If it isnt my turn but I'm thinking it is because of what Steve said "The order is me, Cain, then Spock. Cain, you post, then me, and then Spock, then back in proper order." I Highlighted what I think is going on)
"Goodnight." Lachlan said.
Lachlan stood up and exited the barracks and walked down the road and looked at his Pip-boy and radioed his superiors.
"Ok almost near that traitor made up a story saying he was some some ex ranger with mental issues might be getting some help taking him down but catching him will probably be impossible but hopefully we can avenge the soldiers he betrayed." Lachlan said into the radio.
"Good and hopefully the NCR doesn't get involved somehow, Give that traitor hell Henderson out" Lieutenant Henderson replied over radio.
George laid there for a good hour without sleeping, If this Lachlan is some bounty hunter how come I haven't heard of him prior to this? And this Eric...I would've heard about a rogue Ranger...strange.
George roled over on his side and then to the other, he spied Aaron but where was Lachlan? He stood and walked to the now empty saloon, the bartender was gone and the radio quietly played radio new vegas, he looked around No Lachlan he walked to the door where the night sentry was posted, he quickly saluted George.
"You seen a fella by the name of Lachlan? About yay big wearin a duster"
The sentry shrugged,
Ah forget it, he probably met one of the prostitutes that hang around here, well back to bed.
(Yeah I know I've read your characters page but it seems i'm more connected than you since Lachlan is in the Enclave and George is ex-Enclave)
Lachlan checked his Pip-boy for a while and then walked back up the hill and entered the barracks walked up to an emety bed and took his Rifle of his back and placed it against the wall he kept his 12.7 pistol on in his holster and laid on the bunk and slept.
Aaron awoke early with a stretch before rolling off of the bed and offering a quick prayer to allow the endeavor to be a success. He donned his gear and looked to the other bunks, seeing Lachlan, finally, and decided to go into the bar to get some breakfast.
Long hike south. Best to be prepared and fueled up.
He ordered a bowl of Sugar Bombs and Brahmin steak with a Sunset to put some caffine in his system.
George was always a morning person he had always been since he was raised on his father's farm, he walked over to the bar and ordered up a steak cooked medium-rare and chowed down, spying Aaron he slid his plate next to him and sat down.
"Morning Aaron, say funny thing I was thinking about last night, I've never hear of this Eric Jones guy and I'm NCR military this sort of thing would've gotten to me"
George cut a generous piece of the steak and wolfed it down.
"It just seems a little off to me you know?" George continued, "Have you seen Lachlan? he disappeared last night"
Lachlan waked up late due to his "midnight walk" he got up and picked up his Rifle and holsterd on his back and walked over to the bar and seated himslef one stool between him and Aaron and George.
Lachlan pulled out a suspiciosly new looking MRE that had an odd marking on it and a Vault 116 Canteen out of his duster pockets and procceded to open the MRE and pulled out a knife and fork and ate the contents within it.
While he was eating Lachlan turned over to look at Aaron and George.
Lachlan sighed and put his canteen back in his duster's pocket.
"Ok...Eric Jones was a member of the group I'm apart of he went rouge killing two soldiers and one officer and I was sent to kill or capture him so then justice can be done for the people he has killed, He will most likely be heavily armed with plasma weaponry and wearing power armor it'll be hard to take him down."
"I Had reasons to...lie to both of and now it seems you probably know that I am in the Enclave I just didn't want anyone here to know since well....the NCR charge anyone related with the Enclave with "war crimes" and if they found out that we were in the Mojave....wouldn't end well for anyone."
Lachlan breathed a sighed of relief.
"Ok we are going to need supplies I can call in a Vertibird to bring me my power armour weapons and some armor piercing rounds, Oh and George thats a pretty hard place to hit...wait how do you know that the eye pieces are a weakness?"
George looked at Laclan, "I served four tours against the brotherhood. you tend to learn a few things while you have that big of a disadvantage", George leaned over to Lachlan, "My old man was a verti-assualt trooper back in the day, he still has his old suit of advanced power armour"
George reached into his ammo case and pulled out the sleak, sabots.
"These my friend are depleted Uranium rounds can punch through just about anything" He put the sabots back, "How are your buds gonna feel about helping an NCR officer?"
"I Agree we should get to somewhere with...less people, Hmmm depleted Urainium...that sounds deadly could work but I might bring In a gatling laser or maybe something else...and let me guess you're old man was stationed at Navarro right heard about what happened there years ago damn shame....anyway lets get going."
Lachlan stood up and started walking towards the door.
Aaron went for the door as well, following Lachlan out.
"Okay, so, let's not make killing a priority. I'm a good enough shot, I can disable his plasma weapons, easy enough. Maybe cripple a limb or two if I can convert some of George's armor piercing rounds to fit magnum rounds. But let's not kill unless necessary, please."
"Yeah sure but if this guy is as hard core of a killer as Laclan says than I'm not hesitating to put one in 'em" George responded, "Oh and by the way lets go get those radiation suits I told you guys about the cave isn't far from here"
George finished his steak and nuka, holstered his magnum and slung his rifle over his shoulder,
"God you never get used to how hot these suits get" George said as he surveyed the canyon, a thick green fog rose from it and even from this distance he could here the geiger counter on Aaron's pip-boy going off.
"So that crazy nut is down there somewhere? Don't look that bad, I've only been down there once and that was when brass thought it be smart if we ran caravans through the canyon to avoid Legion ambushes thats how Ranger Station Echo was opened up" george looked around, "Its a joke guys"
"Well those suits won't hold up againts a plasma caster, A Vertibird should be here soon with some supplies and if we capture him we'll put him in there and transport him back to base to be put on trail but if he is killed we are going to have a hard time putting him in there since well you know power armor is heavy."
Lachlan checked his Pip-boy to see how far away the Vertibird is.
"Hmm seems like it's be here sooner guess it's the good weather."
Aaron did not wear the radiation suit at all. He preferred the mobility of his attire and Rad-X.
"Well listen, I've been thinking. I ought to go ahead. It's possible that Jones would be willing to cooperate with one that isn't... affiliated with opposing parties of his. I could talk to him and get him to come quietly without bloodshed."
"Yeah I'll take point" George walked out front with his rifle at the ready "keep an eye out for this guy I don't want to become a notch on his rifle"
George walked along for quite awhile on point when he saw the glint of light off metal behind a wreckage of a truck, suddenly there was a blast of green and three bolts of plasma shot past him, he dove for cover as a plasma bolt grazed his leg burning a hole in his suit and giving him a severe burn, he popped up from cover firing two of his sabots at the man's cover. He looked to Aaron,
"You got a grenade or something to flush him out?"
Aaron let out a silent prayer and started climbing along the canyon wall, taking care to not be hit with plasma fire.
"No grenades, but there's always this that I picked up."
He took a stick of dynamite from his pocket, and a lighter. Lighting the fuse, he tossed the stick in the direction of the plasma fire and un slung his trail carbine. Aaron aimed down the scope and took aim at what resembled a plasma weapon, and fired a .44 magnum round at it, hoping to possibly damage the weapon.
George popped above the rocks he was hiding behind and placed one of his sabots into the cover the man was hiding behind, as the TNT exploded he fired his final sabot at the man in power armour as he dove out from behind cover,
"He's a fast one Aaron!" George yelled, "I'm out of sabots also"
Yet as he shouted that Aaron's round hit the rifle out of the mans hand, making it unusable, George loaded a clip of normal rounds into his rifle and fired three rounds at the man in power armour.
George popped above the cover, sighted the man and fired three frounds into his power armour, he staggered backwards then was hit with Lachlan's laser blast and Aaron's sniper round to the side of the helmet, the man collapsed.
"Gotcha!" George said, he ran up and kicked the man;s helmet off. "I think we got em' guys"
"That's Government property so no were low on man power and resources but I will try and get you two some form of payment though like food water caps ammunition something like that, I'll bring him into the Vertibird and sorry I can't help you with the Legion...lets just say the Enclave have a few very important trade agreements with them and I wouldn't want to ruin that would get in a load of trouble and they know my undercover idenity."
Lachlan walked up and stood next to the tied up Eric Jones.
"Oh and yeah that's Advanced Power Armor Mark II standard issue now but some of the older members still have thier old Mark I's."
"He will most likely get a life senstence...or well... a firing squad, It's been...fun working with you two hopefully we meat again some day oh and give those legion guys hell"
Lachlan looked over to Eric Jones.
"Now Private Eric Jones....get a move on"
Eric Jones grumbled and started walking "Yes...Sergeant" Jones said to Lachlan
Lachlan followed Eric Jones closely with a gun aimed at his head and they eventully reached the Vertibird and stepped in and the Vertibird lifted off and hovered over Aaron and George and dropped a large metal box with a parachute that had 10000 caps and two plasma pistols with ammunition with a note saying "It's ok this is my own stuff I found not the Enclave's" then the Vertibird flew North-East to Little Navarro.
(So yeah, Nero can probably join in whilst on the way to the outpost or the Legion camp. Feel free to jump back in when opportunity presents itself, Spock)
"Well that was... intriguing," Aaron said as he went to the dropped box and opened it to reveal its contents. "Um... Wow! That's quite a payment for one fugitive, but never question providence. Split down the middle, you think?"
Aaron took his share of caps and looked at the plasma pistol.
"Yeah, coming. Can't say I've actually fired one of these things. Same basic concept as a gun, right? Anyway, lead on."
He contemplated the fate of Eric Jones as he followed George. Silently, he prayed for some form of forgiveness for him and that his penance would be fair to his crimes, but also that Jones would repent inside. He ended the prayer, thinking about the new challenge ahead.
"Is this Legion camp a typical military encampment or... a slaving camp?"
"Typical military encampment geez....Aaron if you think these guys are soldiers like myself and my men then your dead wrong, these are animals who go around enslaving people for the fun of it" George replied bitterly, "And yeah its basically the same concept as a gun accept your dealing with super heated plasma and not bullets"
George turned and began to walk back to the Outpost, he looked back at Aaron and noticed he looked bothered.
"I didn't say they were like you and your men, just clarifying."
Aaron walked alongside George now.
"As for what's bothering me, we believe similar things, right? We've read our scriptures and tried to follow righteously in the things we do, yes?
"The world today is a test of faith for me, I suppose. For a few moments in the canyon, I contemplated not letting the Enclave take Jones away. We didn't even wait to hear his side of things, why he killed those men. Now he may be imprisoned or executed unjustly, without any of us truly knowing why.
"Then the Legion. They're simply... horrid. They're armies are based upon slaves and trading. To me, that is unforgivable. And to think that one of my brethren helped found such a people, though he served penance for it in fire.
"I don't know, George. Sometimes it's hard to have faith in these troubled times, right? Too few remember that they are sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.
"Oh but listen to me babble. I feel like I'm a missionary without a companion. And weren't you burned in the leg, earlier?"
Aaron took out a stimpack and injected it into the artery to let the healing serum take full effect on the entire leg.
"Thanks for the meds Aaron, but your right we do have the same beliefs, but I view that some of us are put on this earth for a reason...Me I firgure I'm hear to get rid of those butchers over in Arizona, they're sub-human and I not about to argue that"
"And i do agree the people of the wasteland have indeed lost their faith, they've lost their way, but yet like God flooded the earth to restart mankind, he did the same with nuclear bombs and the NCR is Israel with Aradesh as our Abraham and the Legion? Phillistines"
"There has never been a doudt in my mind Aaron that those slaving monsters across the river will burn for what they've done and well I'm just here to help them get there that much faster"
"I'm Baptist buddy revelations is the only thing I was raised on and from it says they're all goin to hell"
"You're generalizing the Legion as a people that do not repent, not thinking about the individuals," Aaron retorted.
"A single person, among a battalion, in the Legion might think differently about slaving, even reject it. Is she deserving to be burned just because she's in the Legion?
"I once met a defected Legionnaire. A Decanus. I don't know her whole story myself, but she left the Legion after her she invaded some town and was supposed to bring in slaves. She defected and tried to escape. I spotted her running and I grazed her arm. Then just looking at her, a face of pain and remorse, a promting to help her came to me. I healed her other injuries and took her to an NCR outpost. Didn't see her since, but it made me remember that the people in the Legion aren't beyond forgiveness.
"But I agree, the Legion is a force that needs to be stopped. Just don't forget that they arestill people. Greatly misguided, but still people.
"Oh you mean the Burned Man? Well I've been out to Zion its a nice place, lots of green and such if you don't mind the White Legs I met him only once and that was to give me a dispatch to return to my commanders"
"I personally thought the guy was sort of...off but overall an interesting person to talk to"
"He and I are of the same faith actually," said Aaron. "But... Brother Graham brought disgrace to it when he aided in the very creation of Caesar's Legion, its first Legate in fact. But after failing Caesar at Hoover Dam, Caesar had him burned alive and tossed into the Grand Canyon.
"He left the Legion behind and repented into Christ, but the damage was done. Oh but listen to me, I feel like I'm about to try and give you the missionary discussions and teach you like I did not too long ago.
"Tell me, you mentioned being in the Enclave before?"
"Yeah my old man was a trooper in the Enclave Vertiassualt Corp, he's a real patriot and still is today but when Navarro fell he took my mom and baby me and flew us out in the old vertibird we found an old ranch with alot of openland around it and settled there"
"Now my dad's a tobacco planter and successful buisnessmen, he doesn't hate the NCR even after what they did he cureently is trying to get a law passed that would pardon all ex-enclave troops"
"Heck I agree with that what kind of harm is a 50, 60 or 70 yearold man doing to the world, way I figure it let 'em die in peace, anyways we still got the old vertibird its sitting in an old barn at the edge of our property and his old power armour is in a stasis field in our basement"
"Huh... Cool I guess," Aaron said. "I... don't have much trust for the Enclave. From what I understand, its supposed to be the old world US government, I studied this, and things just don't really add up.
"I'm not about to point fingers, but as far as I understand it, they keep advanced tech all to themselves, instead of really helping in rebuilding with it.
"Again, I'm not pointing fingers, but isn't that a bit... suspicious?"
"Well I never said they were perfect, but they did what they thought was right anyway I know they have a base somewhere in the Mojave, my old man showed me a map of all the bases they had way back when"
"Anyone to find that place would probably find enough tech to help themselves and then the wasteland, provided it was the right people who found it"
"And well I guess if I'm some Enclave head I wouldn't want to go giving out all the remaining tech in the wasteland to a bunch of tribals...no offense I guess I was just raised differently, you know different ideals"
"So we grab your supplies, maybe gather a few men, and go take on some of the Legion?"
(So private training from a centurion for his first born daughter is out of the question? No permission from a Legate? No exceptions brought on by the centurion? This is an OC idea I've been working on for a bit.)
(Well it is role playing so I guess it could pass I mean hell theres a "Little Navarro" I guess anything goes here)
"Yeah I can bring some men from my company I just gotta find 'em, maybe you can help find us another Merc to work with us?"
George entered the saloon, walked over to his bunk and opened up his foot locker and grabbed several clips of ammo for his battle rifle and a plucked a small photo of a pretty girl smiling alongside him and tucked it into his pocket.
George walked over to Major Knight and put in a reqestion for for a squad of men from his company, Knight took the form and gave the same line about a three hour waiting period to decide if such a request could be granted.
George sat down at the bar ordered a small glass of whiskey and took out the photo of the youg woman, smiling a pretty she stood next to George in front of a small house, a small rear roled down George's face before he quickly stifled it and went back to his whiskey placing the photo in his pocket.
(true but give it another day and there will be room for ya, or you could say that you forgot something and the outpost comes under attack?) (Alright don't use that exact excuse but you could think up something)
"My wife...haven't seen her since well" George stopped for a second, "Since that day...your gonna think I'm crazy Aaron but it was night and we were spending the night in my dad's guest house...there was some commotion over near the barn and I went to check on it...Then there was this bright blue light over the house" George stopped trying to hold in the mix of anger and sadness this memory held,
"And when I went back she was gone" George paused stiffling a tear,
suddenly serious, "I swear to GOD Aaron that there was some kind of...God this sounds crazy...ship! over my house! think what you wish but I know what I saw"
(Considering my enjoyment of Mothership Zeta, this sounds fun :D)
Aaron pondered over what George had just told him.
"As... outlandish as that sounds... I feel like I should believe you," he said. "I haven't given it that much thought, but Earth couldn't possibly be the only planet in our universe. You look up at night and there are stars everywhere. Heck, for a time, I was into the old world space adventure comics and holotapes, even took the Space Exploration merit badge."
He took a sip of his Sunset.
"But there are just some things we aren't meant to know in this lifetime. Some things."
"I'll take the lead me amigo" George stepped out in front of the of the group of soldiers,
As they headed into the hills the ergeant in command came to confer with George they spoke briefly and he went running back.
George turned to Aaron and the rest of the men and signaled them to crouch, he walked over to Aaron
"Okay apparently these legion were going up against are a different breed, they have heavy troops with old power armor they repurposed mixed with metal armor and apparently they all got better armor then their bretheren and their centurion a guy named Scipio wears his own suit of custom Power armor"
"Well that's a problem," said Aaron. "With a force like that, standard with other Legion attack forces, the NCR would be in deep trouble. All they'd have to do is steal more armor... or trade with the Enclave. Lachlan mentioned trade agreements...
"But lucky us, power armor slows you down. It's bulky and the wearers are bound to it doing most of the moving."
Aaron ensured that his rifle and pistol were fully loaded and ready.
"How good are your men with headshots? That'll damage them most."
(yes a legion overhaul mod, I emphasize based off of its just there to give you a mental image)
"These are your average Mojave Miracles Aaron I have full confidence in their abilities but they have no decent training...I doubt the could hit the head, but I've learned from when I was fighting the brotherhood that if you fire on the neck area or knees you can immoblise the user"
"Goddamnit Lachlan! those Enclave pukes had to trade with the Legion...damnit"
"alright everyone please be in an attitude of prayer"
Dear Heavenly father we ask that as we go on to fight the evil of mankind, that you bless us, our troops, myself, Aaron and Lachlan and all the other soldiers who will go with us to do your bidding. Let us not in the heat of combat become akin to the animals we are about to strike down and let us have the ability to fight bravley and defeat our enemies and spare those that have been held hostage by the butchers from arizona. We ask this of you on this day amen.
"oh and boys this is Lachlan Hoffman and his...band of mercenaries here to help us tear caesar a new one"
"So while all of you are getting acquainted I'd like a brief meeting with Lachlan and Aaron" he walked over to the two, "So Lachlan I knew that wasn't the last we would see of you, anyway as I was telling my boys these Legionnaires aren't your usual jock strap nut jobs they according to my men have some sort of heavy armor they've crafted from old T-45d and metal armor, their basic troops got upgraded armor and their leaders got some custom power armor"
He turned to Aaron, "if you got some friends who wanna appear now would be the time" George said jockingly,
"T-45d....odd I thought caesar banned technology....anyway this is my squad, Rick's our heavy weapons specilalist he can provide suppesive fire while we flank them Steve can go up on a ridge or anywhere he can get a couple headshots theres Maria our medic she'll patch anyone up if they get hurt, And then theres Joshua our explosives expert and QRN-183 our sentry bot, Oh and I almost forgot Eric Jones was....sentenced to death he kiled those people because we were "rouge" he's one of those members who still thinks we should kill anything and everything on sight" Lachlan sighed "I Watched him get executed by a firing squad he got a quick death."
"Oh trust me they have slaves, they're mostly caravaneers and guards for the Crimson Caravan Company, Me and my boys can attack the camp head on we got grenades and enough ammo to keep those butchers pinned for a long time"
George looked over the men in front of him, yeah we can take 'em he thought
"As for the tech I have no idea, I was talking with my intelligence officer before this he said they may be a splinter faction, and I'm glad you put that jones down...he deserved it"
"So ladies enugh chit chat lets move out, sergeant skirmish line three foot spacing"
George and his squad ran out front he looked back, "Aaron get yourself a good firing position, Lachlan stick with me"
As they neared the camp they spotted a pen with slaves sitting along the side of it, George crouched down and held up a fist, the squad stopped and crouched in their skirmish line. George pulled out binoculars and began to scan the camp.
"Okay six guys on the perimeter with cyber dogs...interesting...those heavy troopers look tough, concentrate your fire on the neck and legs, they're the weak spot" he said to his squad, "And there we have our Centurion, nasty looking fella ain't he"
A massive man came stomping out of the command tent his power armor looked like he had pieced it together from T-51b, Advanced Power Armor and T-45d it was threatening as hell, beside him a massive robotic hound grabbed up a gecko scurrying along the sand and in one bite ripped the thing in half.
"Hey Captain look at that symbol on the tent" one of his men piped up,
"Yeah that ain't Legion, what is that?"
The symbol of Mars holding up the planet earth, with two crossed swords sat in the background. These guys were a splinter faction from the legion, a dangerous breed known as the Warriors of Mars.
"Ok" Lachlan then looked at his squad "Rick and Joshua on me, Steve go up on that ridge and use armor piercing rounds Maria stay back in case someone gets hit, QRN-183 command follow Sergeant Hoffmann, command use missiles, command target power armored targets."
Aaron looked upon the encampment of heavy troops and felt unphased. Whereas Lachlan's sniper went up to the ridge to snipe from above, he did not feel the need to be so distant from where he could do more good.
He decided to give Maria his pack of medical supplies.
"You'll be able to do better with these than I," he told her. "Just give back the ones you don't use."
To George, he said: "I'll stick close to Maria if you don't mind. I'll be able to keep her out of harms way while she tends to our wounded."
(Also and this is just a suggestion but how about a fallout factions game, we all take control of our own faction within the fallout universe and we fight, have diplomacy and all that stuff, just a suggestion and wanted to hear some feed back)
The sergeant and his men continued to press forward with the main attack and soon they were closing on the defenses, the massive Heavy troopers, one of them with a Super Sledge jumped out of the trench. Slamming his weapon against a trooper, sending him into the sand with a broken rib cage. George lifted his rifle firing one of his power sabots into the mans armor, sending him reeling.
They jumped the ramparts and soon were in the camp.
Aaron took cover to quickly reload, but dodged a machete swipe from an onrushing Legionnaire that happened to reach his position. He took his shock machete and jabbed it into the neck of said legionnaire, which made him jitter and fall. He kept an eye on Maria and continued firing magnum rounds with precision.
George watched as two more men were gunned down byt the heavy Legion fire, both men wounded crawled back behind cover shouting for a medic.
George pulled a grenade from his belt and heaved it at the Legionnaires, blowing three of them apart. He looked to give an order to his sergeant only to see that he lie dead with a bullet hole through his neck.
"Lachlan! Aaron! Me and my boys are taken a helluva lot of casualties, hang back while I call in some artillery support!"
George popped up and fired another few rounds into the Legion defenses, ducking back down he watched as the Enclave troopers worked their way through the cover fighting their way towards the camp, Aaron and Maria fighting tailing behind, he suddenly felt something punch him in the thigh, he looked a bullet hole ripped a hole in his pants and blood was already seeping out, he began to put pressure on it when he noticed a menacing figure in Power armor jumping the defenses with a few others, Super Sledge in hand.
using Aaron as support he leveled his rifle with the massive Legionnaire, loading one of the Depleted Uranium sabots he fired one round into the Centurion's laeg as the dynamite landed next to him, knocking the man backwards before he was blown off his feet.
"Have some of that you bastard!" george shouted, "Alright lets move, I don't think they cut the artery or otherwise I'd be dead by now"
(Sigh... The centurion should have died already...)
"We can get through this without calling anything else in," said Aaron, reloading quickly.
He aimed his rifle at the centurion, his head completely encompassing the scope sight. With a clear line of fire and a deep, steadying breath, Aaron took the shot, which blew a hole through the eyepiece and into the centurion's skull.
"So where will the Vertibird be taking him?" Maira asked as she aplied the vial of plasma on Lachlan
"Damn he got hit bad" Said Rick as he walked over "This is far worse then when he was first brought in from our vault seven years ago he was shot six times by the Overseer the guy killed his parrents and Lachlan went crazy and smashed his head in with a lead pipe."
Aaron came back with the captives in tow; seventeen men, fifteen women, six of which were clearly pregnant, others carrying small babies, and nearly twenty children, some already undergoing combat conditioning.
"I have more for the Medevac!" he called, carrying a small girl. "Took some 'convincing', but the priestesses agreed to let the mothers have their children back. Now let's get them out of this awful place."
George, Aaron and the remnants of George's squad stumbled into the bar at the Mojave Outpost. Almost constant combat against one enemy or another had run them all ragged, the troopers plopped down on their cots and went to sleep, george sat at the bar suddenly starved and ordered a Brahmin steak, cooked medium rare with an ice cold sunset sasparilla.
"Helluva adventure 'a' Aaron?" George asked, "Hope Lachlan's okay"
(Are you guys to do the Mothership Zeta-esque plot line on this thread or another one? I have a merc character who resides at the Mojave Outpost and would like to RP with him, but I think a space alien adventure would be too wacky for him.)
"Monty" Montero-Dominguez was sitting in the corner popping a handful of pine nuts into his mouth when George, Aaron and their troopers clamored into the outpost barracks. Monty pulled up a seat next to George as he ordered his food.
He leaned forward and stretched his neck out to get a glance at the insignia band on George's outfit. "Tough evening, huh, Captain?" he said sympathetically, giving George a quick salute.
Bayaraq jark shark walked through the gates and into the mojave outpost. Fnally he thought to himself as he saw a group of troopers and some guy all walk into a building. Following them, he saw it was a bar, and took a stool on the end.
"Barkeep! three beers!" he ordered, slapping a NCR 20$ bill on the counter
"Like you wouldn't believe pal" George responded, "how about yours?"
George cut off a huge chunk of the Brahmin steak and shoved it into his mouth, enjoying the charcoal flavor. Then taking a sip of the his sunset, "Damn this has been one helluva couple of days, Legion, run away Enclave, and who knows what else"
(I'm justputting this out there, what if the Omertras put a hit out for bayaraq, due to him owing money from a bet, and he comes to George and Aaron for help, we end up fighting the Omertras and such or maybe Super Mutants attack the Outpost and were all under siege. just suggestions)
(Clarification: Is Spock done RP'ing in this thread for a while? That kind of alters the posting order. Also, if two characters are having a conversation, is it still bad etiquette to go out of posting order?)
(I guess it's my turn then. Spock, come back whenever you think it's appropriate.)
"Well Captain, ain't been nothing like yours, I'm sure. Just got back from an escort job up to Goodsprings. Client complained a lot about havin' to walk all the way there, but it only lasted a couple hours."
"Should've hired a caravan if you wanted to relax," he said ungratefully under his breath. "Met some Jackals near the Highway Patrol station, but nothin' compared to Legion skrimishers and..." Monty trailed off when he fully processed and registered the Enclave part.
"Wait... Enclave? Man, if you're serious, you need this more th'n me. Calm your nerves." He pulled out a silver flask emblazoned with the rattlesnake emblem of 3rd Recon, and poured a shot of tequila. "Taste of Mehico [Mexico] for you," the merc said as he slid the shot over to George.
finishing his second beer and opening his third, bayaraq started to relax after the trip through Nevada. Looking around, he saw a couple of jarheads yapping, probably about some battle, some redhead that was guzzling whiskey, and a square looking type drinking a cola.
Going over to him, bayaraq sat down next to him. "Hey there, know how to get to vegas from here?"
"Guy didn't tell me his name," he admitted. Trying to remain inconspicuous, Monty hushed his voice so only George could hear. "Paid 1250 NCR for the escort, so I didn't ask questions. Easiest money I ever made." Monty returned to his normal register after that. "Some kid, maybe 18, 19, 'round there. Business suit, sunglasses... stuck out like a sore thumb in the Mojave. Didn't look like he could handle himself. Assume he was heading up to the Strip for business, but he only asked me to take him as far as Goodsprings. Left him at the Prospector and came back here."
"Monty...well okay monty nice to meetcha, back to your escort mission...did the kid happen to be wearing a suit, like black suit? maybe a fedora? Cause I've been getting word from my men manning the checkpoint that they've been getting some odd caravans coming through the outpost"
George leaned towards Monty and whispered, "Between you and me we think the Omertas are moving guns into the strip, can't figure out why though"
"Looked kind of like him," Monty said nudging head in the direction of Bayaraq. "E'cept for a brown suit... bit younger. Mentioned he had business with a caravan, think it might have been triple-C [Crimson Caravan Company]."
Monty looked around and cut to the chase, whispering to George, "Listen, Captain. I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but you just met me. For all you know I could be in with the Omertas. I wouldn't go around telling mercs you just met about suspected illegal activity. Would hate to see you court martialed for leaking sensitive info. Keep that to your superiors... luckily, I ain't got no one to snitch to."
Montero-Dominguez stretched and made small talk after that. "So... NCRA – what company you in charge of? Where you based?"
(Hmmm. Would I be correct in assuming that we're all headed to New Vegas? It's nearly dark by now, right?)
I won't condone gambling, but I can't hate the man for it. And I can at least be his friend, so...
"Well I suppose I could bear going at least to the gate. Besides, I could give the people of Freeside a helping hand again. I did lots there, on my mission. High time I payed the congregation there a visit.
"But we should wait till tomorrow. It'll be dark soon and... well... let's say I've had a trying afternoon. But I'll make sure you get there safe."
(If Monty gets paid, that is. Don't worry, Monty's rates are significantly lower for military clientele.)
"Amigos, I feel the need to say that it would be a good idea to not head for NV right now. Everything bad in the Mojave comes out at night: radscorpions, ferals [ghouls], nightstalkers... chupacabras. Think you should keep to the barracks tonight and head out at 0600 tomorrow."
Bayaraq considered what the spanish man said, and agreed.
"All right then, you seem like you know the area, so bright and early it is."
Finding himself with more time, he turned to the bartender. "Barkeep! Two beers for the soldiers there" he nodded to Monty and George "Another nuka for my friend here" he nudged Aaron "and a rum and nuka for me, if you have it"
With a shrug of indifference, Monty gulped down the shot of tequila Captain Taylor had ignored before turning in for the night. He slid the glass to Lacey, wished everyone within the room a good night and settled into a chair in the corner, listening to Mojave Music Radio until he drifted to sleep.
(I'd be for transferring to a new thread. We've racked up over 200 posts and I can see lag in our future. Brainstorm a name for this next adventure?)