A Legion caravan that'd recently traded with the Enclave headed east down the road.
(Warning: Pheonix is in the Utah wasteland which is mostly Legion territory so I advice that if your character is apart of the NCR dont come in waring a uniform it'll most likely get the attention of the Legion as well as the Enclave.)
(Well technicly it isnt in the base and the enclave there are kind of cut off from the main force thats on the east coast so they can do what they want basicly like trying to earn the enclave a "good" reputation and not pissing off the major factions and most of the personnel came from Vault 116 so yeah not as "mutie" hateing as the rest of the enclave. I'll explain it some more soon. I Have a feeling if Eden ever decides to join...Cronos won't be so happy XD)
(Well, I guess anyone can join when they want. No point in waiting for others to voice their intent to join...)
Theodore "Texas" Calhoun unknowingly sat a few kilometers north of Phoenix MB, at his campfire, noodling a tune on his harmonica. Glancing to the west, he was surprised to see a sandstorm quickly brewing and knew he had to seek some form of shelter to avoid being flayed alive. He smothered his campfire and set off south, tying a bandana around his mustachioed face and buttoning his overcoat.
Texas urgently hiked through the desert sand, confused by how freakishly quickly the sandstorm formed; the western horizon had been completely calm 20 minutes ago. He crested a sand dune and spied a fort a couple hundred meters off.
"That'll do," he scoffed as he slid down the dune toward the structure.
Calhoun came into Lachlan's field of vision and was fast approaching.
In an internal monologue, Texas debated the offer.
"Great... Enclave's playing "Federal Government" again. Would have stayed at Dead Horse Point if I knew they were gonna be here! *sigh* Guess I ain't got much of a choice now. Just keep yer wits about ya... and yer fists. The girls ain't energy weapons, so they ain't gonna be strippin' 'em for parts 'r research..."
"Long as ya keep my guns safe, you got yerself a deal, Mr. Government Agent, sir!", Texas shouted to the now closed trading post, rolling his eyes. He jogged to the PMB gate and awaited instruction from the Enclave personnel.
Texas prefaced his actions to assure that he wouldn't get on the bad side of the guys with plasma rifles.
"OK, I'm openin' my coat to get out my weapons. I ain't pullin' nothin' sketchy," he said deliberately as he unbuttoned his coat.
He upholstered his Magnums, unloaded and pocketed the ammunition before sliding them to a guard. Flinging his pack onto the table, he retrieved a lever action shotgun inside and, again, unloaded and pocketed the shells. He shimmied the rifle holster off his back and unloaded the rounds inside the tube before sliding it to the guard. He drew the tomahawk from his belt, resisted the urge to embed it into the table, and calmly handed it to the guard by the head.
"Will a pat down be necessary, fellas, or can I go inside? Storm's comin' in faster than a shakin' Jet junkie."
"Alright lets go everybody!" George sprinted into the post, happy to have met his old friends again. His life since their misadventures had brought him to command a Vanguard for the NCR move to dislodge the Legion from Utah, George had traveled off on his own to see if he couldn't do some recon and of course have the Enclave support the NCR, in exchange for amnesty to all their remaining members within the NCR.
"Lachlan my freind I have been waiting to speak with you...perhaps now isn't the best time but later I will need a word with you and your Enclave friends"
A newly-created Vertibird with a fresh coat of black paint and Enclave emblems sported on it's sides and stern approaches the base, coming from the direction of the Falls Edge/Colusa complex. Slowly but surely, it releases it's landing gear and plops itself down in a designated landing zone in the Phoenix Military Base.
Texas spoke up, "What? They don't hafta disarm themselves outside? I see how it is..."
He got up from the table and stood until Lachlan could lead him and rest of the sandstorm refugee into the barracks. In the couple of seconds he had, Texas eyed the rare occurrence of a Vertibird up close, and sneered.
When Lachlan was in earshot of Calhoun, he questioned, "Who are these guys? Friends o' yers?"
The hatch of the Vertibird opens with a loud clank, and the two Onyx Troopers take point, casually brandishing Laser RCW's and breathing oddly mechanical. The man himself, CRONOS takes his time in getting out, looking intently at his Pip-Boy 2000 Model E handheld device.
Eventually, he stands in front of the two Onyx's, lowering his armored arms Pip-Boy still in hand, and looks forward to Lachlan.
"Sergeant, status report. These civilians aren't giving you any stress, I trust..."
Texas took George firmly by the hand and shook it, introducing himself.
"Naw pardner, I don't believe we have met... at least not formally. I'd remember a man with a six gun like that," he said pointing at George's Magnum, impressed with its size. "Name's Texas, pardner. You wouldn't happen to be a pistoleer, would ya?" Texas questioned as Lachlan escorted the three into the base.
The two Onyx Troopers take point and escort CRONOS to the command room on the lower levels of the base. The old man can't help but not like the look of George for some reason, leering at him through the bright-yellow goggles of his helmet.
Texas, Aaron and George continued walking to the barracks with Lachlan leading the way. Calhoun picked up on the concern in Lachlan's voice and nudged his power armored shoulder. He spoke in a hushed tone, "Hey, you guys [Lachlan and CRONOS] got a history? We gonna be safe from him in the barracks?" He tacked on, "This is why I didn't wanna give up my guns."
CRONOS reaches the command room and takes a seat, grunting audibly in the process and then sighing with a hint of relief. Nodding to his two Onyx Troopers, he gives them a command.
"Inform Kaesar's representative that I am ready and waiting, as is his tribute."
The Onyx's nod in unison, activating their cloaking devices, and disappear into the shadows, hurrying along to bring the Centurion Pilate to the command room.
CRONOS eyes the barely functioning security feed of the complex, keeping a paranoid eye on the civilians admitted into the base as part of an experimental operating procedure he condones, but is nevertheless fearful of...
"Uh George you talked about something to do with negations or something, Also yes we do i've served with him a few times he was born back on the oil rig and those old members hate wastelanders especialy the NCR can't blame them."
Lachlan coughed and put his hand on his chest.
"Damn my chest still hurts from what happened in mojave have to take a load of Med-x everyday."
Lachlan pulled out a Med-x syringe and injected it.
Texas continued being escorted without wanting to get into wasteland politics too much. He muttered a noncommittal affirmation about CRONOS but was more concerned by Lachlan's injuries. "How long have you been taking Med-X daily? May seem crazy but I am a doctor and I'd be willing to examine you," he said feeling he should make himself useful to ensure his storm shelter.
(Unless characters want to continue talking, I think it would be best to skip to the barracks so we can advance the plot and get to the patriots quest.)
CRONOS activates the intercom system of the base and drones into it:
"Testing, one two three. This is Agent CRONOS speaking, greetings to you all. For those of you that don't know why I am here, the Secret Service has an obligation outlined by High Command to insure just relations with our friends in the Legion. I understand... some of you have reservations about all of this, and you aren't alone. I myself have the occasional doubt. But I promise you, this is for the good of America, and our very survival.
Without allies, and without trading partners, we'd may as well just roll over and die for the NCR. I trust you understand my intent, now. I will not take up anymore of your time, soldiers. God bless America."
A few clicks outside of the base, a small band of Caesar's Legion approaches. Two Legionaries and a tall, but reserved looking Centurion named Pilate. They seem to be growing impatient, but the two Onyx Troopers deactivate their cloaking systems and announce their presence to them.
"Ah, the old man's messengers. Is it time for us to meet?"
Texas took a load of his feet and plopped down onto a bunk. Listening to the intercom, he muttered, "What a crock o' shit..."
He took off his overcoat, shook out the dust and rolled his eyes at Lachlan's comment. He wrestled the bandana off his face and rested it around his neck. Cocking his head to the side and, with mild sarcasm spun into his voice, he asked Lachlan, "When the hell were negotiations between the NCR and Enclave ever valid options? They've been at each others throats since they found out about each other!"
Draping his overcoat over the bedside, more to himself than anyone in particular, Calhoun remarked, "Hell, I thought they were both bad on their own, but an alliance between the two... whoo-wee! That's askin' fer trouble."
"If you think the time has passed for peace Lachlan than I'm sorry but I serve another flag now and if the Enclave won't work with the NCR, she will be buried by it" George replied,
George looked around than to Lachlan again, "You know how much of an idiot that CRONOS is? We were going to offer to return a massive gold reserve we found in one of their bunkers out west, we got all the gold and silver we need coming in from Redding and Silverton but this is a woping pile, at least three billion in gold bricks...ah well guess the NCR treasury is going to get a real big gift"
"Perhaps we could make you leader Lachlan?" George thought aloud, "A little old school revolt to get the bourbons outta power"
(not trying to be a dick to Eden, just playing George's agressive, patriotic character)
Aaron shook his head at everything happening around him. He read the history books and loved America, but an America done right. As he spoke, he took off his stetson, gloves and his duster, folding it so that the fleur-de-lis was showing on top, and simply sat down on a chair.
"I'm not one for politics. But though I'm not a fan of what some of the NCR does, I'll still consider myself a citizen of it. The Enclave simply has the better technology, but they don't even use it to even try to help others. Or rebuild this nation for the good of the people in it.
"My wife and I went to the Capital for a big, expensive delivery. We talked with the Brotherhood of Steel based there, when we were done, and let me tell you: they did not do good things during the 'Project Purity' incident."
"Lachlan, is there any Nuka or Sunset in this place?"
"The Capitol....I was there you know and at first we didn't do anything bad really it would of gone well for everyone if that moron who ran project purity didn't try to kill Colonel Autumn we were going to use it as some kind of bargaining chip I heard nothing about poison or anything."
"I Don't mean anything like a fully fleadged alliance just a one time thing at Hoover Dam we will be doing for the citizens of the Mojave and the ones within the NCR if we get the peoples love...and we know the NCR can't be trusted they won't be able to put a finger on us, Oh and the reason we don't want to give tech to everyone is well...most of the major factions out there would rather use it for war....except for the followers of the apocalypse if we help the followers by giving them lost medical technology it'll make a lot of people see us as good people who want to help the wasteland......and not destroy it....we were still planing this but seems like we have to put it into effect now but first...we need to stop the alliance between the Enclave and Caesars Legion, Oh theres a fridge over there we got mostly water but there is some Nuka and Sass and there might be some brahmin meat that you can cook up at the hot plate in the kitchen."
"How in the hell are we supposed to stop this alliance?" Texas barked. He began point at people as he went to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge, "We've got an old man, a courier, a wastelander, and a techno-grunt in here. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, not a revolution..."
He returned to the bunk and sat back against the adjacent wall. "Much obliged for the water though," he said calmly before taking a sip and rooting around in his pack. "Mind if I smoke?" he asked Lachlan, before lighting up.
"Hell you wanna know how the NCR took the Baja? We didn't go in there an step on 'em, No we trained a bunch of tribals, promised them all their favorite chems and told them they could have all the drugs they wanted once the NCR controlled the Baja" George said, "Yeah I know that sounds dispicable, no need to tell me i was on that op and even I was disgusted by what we did, hooking people on Jet for a strip of land...horrible, but still it got the job done"
George walked over to the fridge grabbed two nukas, two waters and looked around, "Hey you guys got whiskey? I need ir for a cocktail I like to make"
(Clarification: Texas is the old man, Aaron is the courier, George is the wastelander, Lachlan is the techno-grunt. Texas knows nothing about George; he's in disguise/not wearing his uniform, so he looks like a regular guy.)
Aaron went to fetch himself a Nuka and a Sunset before rejoining the group with a clean coffee mug. He sat and listened as he made himself a soda cocktail.
"Personally, I don't see how an alliance with the Legion and the Enclave would work. The Enclave has the most advanced tech in the Wastes and Caesar has banned technology. Then... the slavery issue goes without saying; if the Enclave has any sort of leeway in being considered the US government..."
He let out a long sharp breath before taking a sip.
"What we need to determine is what both parties are willing to give up."
The few stationed NPC Enclave troopers and Enclave Specialists in the base sharply nod in respect toward the Legion and say nothing to them, it is unknown how many of them are truly unbothered by the meshing that is to take place however...
As the two Onyx's, Centurion Pilate, two Veteran Legionaries and Amadeus the Legionary enter the command room, CRONOS finishes reading through the base commander's status report.
"Ave, amicus. The stench of the old world overwhelms this place as always, I see. How you stand it is... beyond me."
"Pilate... my trusted ally. I have something for you and your men... in a storage compartment over there."
CRONOS points to an Enclave storage crate containing 3 P94 Plasma Rifles and an assortment of microfusion cells. It becomes abundantly clear that old CRONOS intends staving off the wrath and suspicion of the Legion by throwing gifts and small amounts of resources at them.
Texas knocked the pack against his palm and drew a cigarette from it. Lighting it, he took a drag and exhaled toward the nearest vent. At the Enclave soldier's request, he reluctantly stood up to follow Lachlan to the General.
"Guess there'll be no rest from the storm today..." he frustratingly muttered under his breath.
Centurion Pilate picks up one of the industrial-grade Winchester P94's with relative ease, inspecting the weapon carefully and skillfully.
"They're rather large for more conventional situations, but they'll do. I think they will be ideal for Legionaries guarding certain slave pens, some of our more prized ones, perhaps."
CRONOS nods slowly, clearing his throat slightly but audibly.
"Not a bad idea for deploying them, Pilate. You don't want to charge into too many offensives with these babies, they're just too bulky unless you're big too. The firepower is substantial though, you won't be disappointed with that I can assure you."
Pilate looks at and observes CRONOS carefully as he spoke, despite his full attention remaining on the plasma rifle he's inspecting.
CRONOS eyes the barely-functioning security monitor of the base again, possibly out of a bit of paranoia about the Wastelanders...
Lachlan walked up to the main buildings door and pulled out a red keycard and incerted it into a slot a small light flashed green and the door opened and Lachlan pulled the keycard out stepped inside and walked into the elevator.
"Just letting you know nothing bad will happen General Henderson is a good man he is actually against this alliance a lot of us know it can only end badly for everyone."
Lachlan waited for Aaron George and Texas to enter the elevator.
As they walked down the hall, Texas dug a cigarette out of the pack and passed it off to George. Not one to waste time, Texas followed Sgt. Hoffmann into the elevator. He took another drag and grumbled, "We'll see if he's a good man 'r not. I ain't trustin' any gover'ment man before I talk to them."
CRONOS no longer hides his anxiety of the situation to the Legion, deciding that letting them in on his real thoughts would be more trustworthy than not. Centurion Pilate and the two Legionaries eye him with growing uncertainty until then.
"Those Wasters the men in charge of this place let in... I don't trust the look of them. Especially with Hoffmann."
Pilate narrows his eyes in recognition of CRONOS' concerns, and nods his head slowly, stroking his chin in perplexment.
"And you believe these Dissolutes will constitute a threat to us and your friends, with the weapons you've provided us on top of the weapons your people possess...?"
CRONOS turns his helmeted head in disagreement.
"No, it's not that I'm worried about. It's their tongues..."
Lachlan pressed the second level button and the elevator started moving
"George...it's not a good idea to tell someone who is in the secret service they are doing things wrong espicialy when you not even apart of the Enclave."
The elevator reached the second level and it's doors opened General Henderson and his two guards stood waiting for them
"Good your here I am General Henderson the commanding officer of this base" He looked at George and Aaron and extended his arm out to give them a handshake "I Would like to thank both of you in assisting Sergeant Hoffmann with capturing Eric Jones and saving his life after he was shot at the Legion camp" He then looked over at Texas "Hmm we don't have any records on you....if you don't want to be apart of this a guard can escort you back up to the barrack and you can leave whenever you are ready."
(He is talking about the events of Stars of the Midnight rangers for any of you who don't know what he is talking about)
"I should hope you don't have any records on me, sir. I've worked very hard to stay off your grid. An abundance of other grids, come to think of it... but that's not germane, sir," Calhoun ambiguously said, scratching the back of his neck.
Looking over his shoulder at the guard beside the elevator, he continued his case, "That said General... my pa didn't raise a fool, and only fools rush in. I need to know what I'm gettin' into before I consider working with you. So sir, if I may ask, what exactly are we doing?"
"Private Eric Jones was trialed for the murder of three Enclave personnel and was found guilty he was punished with death by firing squad" Henderson looked at Texas "We are descussing a possibly short term alliance with the New California Republic, We have be watching the events unfolding in the Mojave as the second battle of Hoover dam approaches especially this...Courier we know who he has sided with and the outcome will damage the Legion greatly, If we were allied with the Legion we would be targeted as well but if we fight along the NCR's side at Hoover Dam we would have a chance we have a massive techological advantage over Caears Legion since Ceasar has banned all forms of advanced technology."
General Henderson looked over at the door to the command room
"Well shall we go in the command room and talk about this futher?"
"Well, I usually don't participate in wasteland politics, especially when they involve the Enclave, but the NCR's doin' good things for California... not great, but good... so I could give this alliance a chance. I'm not exactly well-versed in diplomacy, but, maybe... give me my guns back and I can be an... enforcer, if you need it," Texas offered the general.
"Now, I know this courier. He's a good man and I trust him to make the right decision. When I talked to him, he seemed like he'd go for a Mr. House ruled or an NCR-annexed Vegas. Of any alliance, this is one I can support. What're ya thinkin'?" Texas asked Henderson.
"General I figure if you need it I can be a sort of diplomat, you see me and Aaron we have some sway back in California" George said, "Oh and General my named is Captain George Taylor, NCR Army"
"I can tell you right now general that an alliance with the NCR would be very beneficial and finally bring one less enemy off the long list the NCR has gained over the years, might I ask are you speaking for the whole Enclave or for this cell in particular?"
George felt oddly happy that he wouldn't have to take part in another battle against the Enclave,
CRONOS shakes his head in disbelief after overhearing the conversation from the Armory.
"Do these goddamned Wasters not realize the hard work they're undoing...? For over a year the Secret Service has worked like dogs to secure the temporary favor of Kaesar... and they think they can just waltz in here and take it away from us at the encouragement of traitors...!?" CRONOS angrily thought to himself.
The Onyx's deactivate their cloaking systems right behind General Henderson, tightly gripping their Laser RCW's and leering back at the Wastelanders.
Centurion Pilate assumes they are about to test their new weapons, smiling slightly at that thought as his one of his two Legionaries grips his and the other draws his machete.
Seeing the calamity unfold before him, Texas let out a distressed groan and rushed behind Hoffmann's power armored frame. He eyed around the room for any potential weapon he could find, finally deciding on an eagle-molded paperweight from a filing cabinet, which he snatched up into his grip. He remained behind Hoffmann because of the abundance of firearms pointing in his direction.
"Well... I had hoped that it wouldn't come to this, but so be it."
He drew the .45 Auto pistol he had hidden in under his duster in a shoulder draw holster, in one swift move from the folded arm position, aiming down the sights to find Amadeus at the end of them.
"You won't take the Mojave, Hoover Dam, Shanetown, California, or anywhere else! And if the Enclave is going to try and side with you, then they are nowhere near the United States government they claim to be!"
Aaron mentally slapped himself for blurting out the name of the settlement he called home. Where he and his wife called home, but it would not matter at this point.
CRONOS yells out from the Armory as he carefully steps out, aiming his YK-32 pulse pistol down the corridor.
"Take those NCR filth down, or they'll undo everything we've worked to achieve."
The two Legionaries with Pilate charge forward into the room, with Pilate and one of the Legionaries discharging their P94 plasma rifles wildly. The two Onyx Troopers behind the General fire their Laser RCW's into him, attempting to kill him.
George looked to the centurion and his two men, hatred filled george as he leapt into the air and tackled Pilate in a bone breaking hit. The two crumpled to the floor with George throwing blow after blow into the Centurion's face, Pilate was soon a bloody mess lying on the floor. The shocked Legionnaires were shocked by what they saw that they hadly reacted to the laser bolts that cut through their chest, George looked to Amadeus,
"You don't know who your fucking with kid!" George begins to circle Amadeus like a hungry wolf, he holds up his two bloody fists "Ready to get wrecked FUCK HEAD?!"
George lunged at Amadeus hitting him in the wrist slapping the rifle from his hands,
One of the Onyx's drops and clanks to the floor, groaning mechanically in the process. The second seems to panic at this on top of the sheer amount of firepower being focused on him, turning back and attempting to retreat back to CRONOS.
"Taking casualties!! Man down!"
With only Amadeus and CRONOS still alive, the Secret Service's attempted coup to help preserve it's alliance with the Legion seems to have failed utterly. CRONOS takes a few steps back, both taking cover and hiding in the corridor leading to the armory after catching a brief wince of how the scene was taking place...
(I don't really care all that much for combat-oriented or centered RP's myself. But, it's still been a pretty good RP despite the way it's turned. This has been a pretty catastrophic setback for my character and his agenda as of now though. No worries, that's the beauty of RP I suppose, anything can happen.)
(This was basically my first form of RP online that I actually had fun with. But usually, I'd talk with whoever I RPed with on the chat about plot points, possible results, and other stuff. But since chat is mostly where the RPs take place, it doesn't have too much use other than that, does it? :P )
Texas caught the keycard and ran to the footlocker Hoffmann indicated, dropping the rifle Aaron handed him to the ground. Not being a person that uses fancy keycard technology everyday, plus the stress of the situation at hand, Texas fumbled momentarily before fiddling the card through the slot. With a pneumatic hiss, the footlocker popped open revealing four paratrooper assault carbines resting neatly inside and dozens of magazines of ammunition orderly lining the box's interior.
"These'll work," he blurted as he unpacked the hardware: two for Aaron and George, one for him. Loading in a magazine, he chambered a round, took a knee and focused his aim on the doorway to cover Hoffmann as he delivered Henderson.
(I don't really have anything to add for my next turn currently, I'm waiting for someone to make a move toward the armory as CRONOS is hiding in that vicinity, and it makes zero sense for him to not be hiding atm. :P)
CRONOS' wounded Onyx Trooper, whom has made it back to him and is right beside of CRONOS, aims his Laser RCW at Aaron out of paranoia, but CRONOS places his gloved hand over the barrel of it, notifying the soldier to lower his weapon.
Whilst gripping his pulse pistol tightly out of caution, CRONOS keeps it lowered and drones to Aaron mechanically.
"Give me a reason to believe a single fucking word you're saying to me. Who's lost people here and who hasn't? Enlighten me?"
CRONOS seems highly agitated, and even more nervous. In the back of CRONOS' mind, he already knows the vengeance that the Phoenix base has wrought upon itself, not only from Enclave High Command, but the Legion as well...
After the commotion died down, Texas poised his carbine into the other room and poked his head out from behind the door frame. He held the carbine at the ready as a precaution and caught up with Henderson and Hoffmann. He addressed Hoffman through clenched teeth, "This is why I shouldn't've given up my goddamn guns! Carbines count for shit in CQC..."
Looking over Hoffmann's power armored frame, Texas made a proposition. "I say we boot this CHROMO feller out into the storm; let the Utah sand take care of him!" he suggested to Hoffmann, and by proxy, General Henderson.
Aaron had enough of this talk of unjustly, brutally killing a man when he knew that more problems could be on the way, sandstorm or not. Thus, he had to break his temper. Though he did not agree with the decision to attempt to ally the Enclave with the Legion, he did not believe in such a brutal punishment.
"Yakamashii! Sorede juubun desu! If the Legion catches wind of what happened here today, they'll be very ticked off, and well need all the manpower we have!"
Aaron took a moment to recompose himself, taking a few deep breaths. He turned back to CRONOS, holding up three fingers.
"CRONOS, you can trust me. On my honor. A Scout is trustworthy."
He turned back to the general, showing the Fleur-de-lis on his back to CRONOS as he spoke.
"Wounded go to Medical. CRONOS gets disarmed. NObody touches him until whatever crap with the Legion gets resolved. And we get our weapons back too."
Aaron retained a kind demeanor, but also one of command and strength.
Listening to what Aaron was saying particularly until George spoke up, and nearly swayed into cooperating by his tone, CRONOS' body language changes entirely when George finishes speaking, even in his armored figure, the speed at which it changes would be noticed only by a highly perceptive individual.
"NCR..." the old soldier growled. "My instincts never lie."
CRONOS slowly moves forward, getting a closer look at George, and to engage him face to face...
"You think you can just waltz into yet another one of our home's, doing as you please, and RUINING years of undercover work personally sanctioned by High Command...? Like hell, your fucking NCR's forked tongue doesn't work on people who've seen you for what you really are."
CRONOS then leers back at the General.
"You have your answer, General. You let NCR spies into your base, and if you honestly believe for one second they're going to keep their mouth shut... well, remember Navarro, is all I have to say. That's what I'll do, and I can guarantee you that's what High Command and Colonel Autumn will vote on and agree too. They lost their families to these butchers just like I did, and if you're really thinking I'm the one that's in a bad way here for just coming here to make sure you kept your trading partners and had some backup when the NCR starts moving in like locusts..."
CRONOS turns his head and pauses for a moment, lowering his helmeted head slightly and looking at no one in particular, his wounded Onyx Trooper beside him grunts and begins aiming his Laser RCW at George and visibly places his gloved finger very near to the trigger as he does this.
"Well, that distress beacon my soldier played possum to cloak up and go send in our 'Bird to the likes of our bosses was destined to happen, anyway. And unless you help me execute this NCR trespasser General, I'm not going to tell who's probably already on the way here now as we speak that this was all just a big misunderstanding, and that you're not the real traitor here..."
Slowly aiming his pulse pistol at George, he drones to him in a completely uncompromising tone...
"You'd just undo all the work we've put in, all this time, to save your own sorry ass from the wrath of Kaesar... and pin it on us. And I'm not letting you leave alive..."
(They don't fire their weapons yet so that you guys can respond in character and potentially change my mind from probably ending my role in this particular RP, before they do. :P)
(Amicus said he won't be able to reply for at least another two days, and he said I could play his character for this turn if I wanted. But I feel that would be rather arrogant of me to do, quite frankly, and instead I would opt to skip his current turn so we can keep this going. We're fixing to have an ending to things, I believe, but hopefully I'm wrong. And as for CRONOS reminding you of Episode III Kas, well, I'll have to work on that so he doesn't come across so horribly. :P )
(Ahahaha, no problem at all. I was actually going for trying to make his behavior realistic with CRONOS' old age and slowly deteoriating physical health, outlining his imperfect nature and identity. It's an important part of his character for me to convey appropriately, you understand.)
"You know what" Lachlan walked up to CRONOS "Screw you and high command they have brought us nothing but death i've lost plenty of friends in the war at the capitol wasteland because of that maniac Authumn oh and Eden I know what he really was, hacked into some of the terminals at Raven Rock didn't take me long to find out that he was an artificial intellegence, And because of high command I don't have a family because of that raid on my vault hell I like being apart of this but I slowly found out were just a bunch of assholes who take anything and do anything they want not expecting someone like the Lone Wanderer or the Courier to show up and take us down."
Lachlan pulled his power fist out of his backpack off and put it on his hand.
"I Am not going to let you kill one of the few people I consider a friend i've lost to many...and i'm not going to loose anymore so if you want to kill George you'll have to go through me."
"Wounded go to Medical. CRONOS gets disarmed. NObody touches him until whatever crap with the Legion gets resolved. And we get our weapons back too."
Texas leaned over to Aaron and said in a hushed tone, "Now you're speaking my language... you, I like you." After expressing his contentedness, he remained silent and listened to the events around him unfold. He kept the carbine at the ready if shit suddenly hit the fan.
"Hey asshole! If were gonna be talking about innocent people being killed,wasn't it your group of nutjobs who shot up a vault? Or maybe you forgot how you kidnapped a whole village just so you could have some lab rats...Yeah you fucks are so damn innocent, You know my old man was a verti-assault trooper, so I got the inside scoop on everything you nuts did!"
"So if you think your gonna try and line me up for a firing squad why don't you take off that power armor and fight me like a real man! Or is it true your nothing but a soft old man?"
"Shimata, George, you had to provoke him, all of you," Aaron grumbled. This had to be a lapse in judgment on my part...
He stepped between CRONOS and George, aiming his .45 down at CRONOS' eye.
"George, back up. CRONOS, listen: What you were trying to do here, with the Legion, it's wrong. Just wrong. If the Legion takes Hoover Dam, what'll happen to my friends out there? What'll happen to my wife and family? What'll happen to the Enclave by the end of it? I may not like everything that the NCR does, but I won't hesitate to pull the trigger for my family."
(Hover over a post and in the lower right hand corner are two buttons: 'Quote' and 'More'. If you press Quote, it will put that quote in your reply field. Then you can remove everything that got quoted, but will still say 'reply to #XXX'.)
CRONOS turns his helmeted head to face Aaron, but still aiming his pulse pistol at George. His soldier beside him's hands start to tremble visibly whilst aiming his Laser RCW, indicating that he's realizing they're about to bite the dust. CRONOS however, doesn't even flinch, and rather embraces the concept.
"I wouldn't expect anything less Wastelander, it's what I would do, if I had one left. You might even say, that's what I'm still doing. By temporarily alligning ourselves with Kaesar, and while he picks the NCR apart, we can kill them from the inside... and rid ourselves of both."
CRONOS leers at Hoffmann and Henderson.
"And I never expected washout rookies like you, who are absolutely not cut out for what you claim to 'like being apart of' whatso-fucking-ever, to even slightly comprehend what we've been attempting. But by all means, keep up what you're doing with your new 'friends'. I'm sure the 'war crimes' they will execute you for was so much more worthwhile, huh? I'm sure you'll sleep better after they've killed and forgotten about you."
Leering back at George, and scoffing at him carelessly.
"Time for talking's over."
Firing his YK-32 at pointblank range into George, going for fatally wounding or outright killing him, CRONOS refuses to back down. His soldier strafes toward the left of him and fires his Laser RCW at George as well...
The second Onyx Trooper that made it back to the Vertibird they came in, bleeds to death from lack of wound treatment, but did indeed successfully send out a distress beacon. Whether or not any other Enclave personnel east actually receive it however, remains a mystery to be sure.
(Well Eden it was nice playing with you, I guess with one man firing a pistol at point blank range and another spraying him with Laser, George can't survive this...but he died a patriot and a son of the Enclave, sorry it didn't work out. It was good playing with you again and I hope there isn't any hard feelings on account of this encounter)
(Sorry for the initially submitted not-even-a-full-sentence. Computer issues submitted it before it was complete.)
Prior to the violent altercation, Calhoun's eyes were darting every which way, but his hands were cool and steady. "Do it. Give me a reason." repeated through his mind at least a dozen times.
After Agent CRONOS let loose a pulse round, Calhoun's pupils dilated and he was taken aback. He didn't actually think he would do it. The adrenaline that coursed through his body after hearing the sharp *ffffsh-shPEW* from the YK-32's discharge slowed down his perception of time; it felt like minutes had gone by and it had not even yet been a second.
Seeing Hoffmann lunge for the Secret Service agent, Texas switched his focus to an Onyx soldier. Completely out of instinct, he let loose four rounds into the Onyx soldier's laser RCW. It was freed from the soldier's grip from the impact of the rounds coupled with the loose anchor of unsteady hands and slid down the hallway behind the Onyx soldier.
The soldier stared at Texas, shocked and visibly shaking now; had it not been for the power helmet, one would liken it to a deer caught in the headlights. Texas took no time to dwell upon firing on an unarmed adversary and let off four more rounds at head level. Never having fought a power armored foe, he was not sure what would happen, but firing was better than gawking and doing nothing. One bullet whizzed by the soldiers head, lacerating the filtration tube of his helmet. Pressurized gas hissed from the tube as the other three bullet chipped at, but did not quite penetrate, the beryl green eyepieces of the helmet.
The soldier was thrown against the wall from the impacts and Texas continuing his focus on the eyepieces. After a dozen more rounds, a bullet tumbled through the eyepiece, destroying the orbital socket and nervous tissue behind it; blackened blood leaked from the eyepiece down the helmet as the Onyx soldier slowly slid down the wall. Victory was barely celebrated when Texas took the full brunt of three laser beam to his left side from the other Onyx soldier. He fell against the nearby wall, bringing in a sharp breath through clamped jaws. Being the eloquent and well spoken man Calhoun is, he uttered the explication, "God fuckin' dammit!"
(Shit. I was just having computer issues that submitted my post before I was ready. We could do a split timeline where shit hits the fan and people die in one, and another where we talk things out and people live in. I've kind of already committed to killing an Onyx soldier. :/)
(Yeah... This could have gone way better if CRONOS actually listened the the Eagle Scout and not try to take a last stand against an NCR soldier, with a Mormon courier who happens to be in between the pulse pistol and soldier.
"Let me do the talking," Aaron should have said to his companions. :P )
(I'm down for the split timeline thing after we finish everything with the violent one, if everyone else is of course. Oh and Kas, it's the very definition of minor but, the eyepieces of Onyx Troopers are olive green and not amber like regular troops'. :P)
George felt the impact of the pulse round, right over his heart the burning of his skin as the round chewed into him his ribs shattering and than suddenly his heart stopped. At the same time the burst of laser fire peppered him.
George fell to the ground in a growing pool of blood, he watched as the other fought, finally everyhting went black. George Taylor was dead.
Aaron dove out of the way of the pulse and laser fire into a roll to a crouch before swapping his .45 to his left hand, where his PIP-Boy was on his left wrist. He then keyed in his VATS, having a 95% chance to hit both CRONOS and his trooper in the head, which he queued and executed, letting the VATS system control his aim and trigger finger, letting loose the entire clip loose on both of their heads.
CRONOS yelps out mechanically as Lachlan nails him in the armored gut, discharging his YK-32 another two times panickingly and subsequently, rather inaccurately despite being in point-blank-range.
Slowly backing up from the trio he's severely underestimated... CRONOS is then nailed by the bullets of Texas in his helmeted head, most of which don't pierce his duraframed advanced power helmet Mk I, with the key word being 'most'. The last two do indeed make impact and pierces through, but do not prove instantly fatal.
Reaching up to feel of his helmeted head for a moment, he is terrified to notice the blood starting to pour from it and drops to his knees as his brain and body begins to shut down, wheezing for air through the now-damaged filtration system of his helmet.
"N-n-not like... this, *wheezing* nooo...!"
Desperately attempting to raise his pulse pistol to let out the last two shots in the energy cell loaded inside of it toward Texas... the effort ultimately proves futile as Aaron's .45 goes off wildly. CRONOS' helmeted head, now completely wrecked from the inside, stops functioning completely.
Falling from his previously kneeled stature and clanking backwards violently fast, the life in CRONOS fades away without even so much as a last gasp of air...
With all of his Onyx Troopers terminated, one from the now-ended firefight, the other inside of the Vertibird the feared Secret Service had arrived in from severe blood loss, CRONOS and the Enclave leadership's plot collapses entirely.
With CRONOS' sudden and unexpected death, the reorganized Secret Service inside of the already-fractured Enclave, is effectively doomed with the death of it's resurrector and High Command leader. The rest of his Onyx Troopers and Secret Service agents located in Falls Edge, whom he trained and treated as sons, rebel from the last organized Enclave remnant and disappear, never to be seen again...
Coughing from his injuries, Texas groaned, "I need some medical attention if you're done feeling sorry for yourself. What happened happened and you ain't change it. Now get me to a medical bay 'fore I pass out."
Texas patiently waits for the medical team to arrive, breathing deeply through his nose with a grimace stretched across his face. Melodramatically, he calls out, "I'm comin' home, Charlie! I'm comin' home!"
Aaron continued to silently pray, but realized that it was not meant to be. Perhaps Aaron thought that if George were alive, he could tell him off for being such a brutal patriot at the worst possible moments.
So instead, he simply had to accept that his friend's spirit was departed from the mortal coil in this brutal world, after doing what he knew was right for the good of the people of the Wasteland, and that he was off to a better place. His only regret was that it was too soon, but he still took it well.
He removed his hat as he stood over George's body, not quite morning, but hoping that George himself would be willing to accept what was going to transpire for his spiritual life.
"Lachlan... I don't want to take any more chances while we're in this base... Tex and I need our weapons and ammo back... now."
(Oh... well I thought this was like fron New Vegas. I didn't play any of the classic Fallouts. But when a guy has a 2000 model PIP-Boy, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. But it begs the question, how much damage does it take to kill George? Sure, it's a 32-46 damaging weapon, powerful my New Vegas standards, but would that have killed George in a single shot? Was it a critical hit? An electric shock could have just crippled his chest or just stopped his heart, but couldn't another shock restart it? I know we're doing a split timeline that's more fanonacle to our OCs, but just saying.)
(But actually... the User who's character receives the damage, usually determines the amount of damage his character takes. So if Cain says George is shockingly dead DEAD, then bye bye Captain Taylor.)
(Realistically, at point blank range, and on top of the Onyx Trooper unloading on him as well, he's beyond dead. That's an overkill-level amount of firepower to be concentrated on just one target. You saw what a few well-aimed shots did to CRONOS and his troops, after all. It is indeed up to him, of course, but I thought he already said he was dead...?)
Texas piped up from the corner, "'lectricity straight to the ticker. Don't think a defib'll help, that's how he ended up like that... He's dead, Jim."
"But! *cough* I'm still alive, I think. Three or four laser burns to the obliquus externus. Don't think I'll need a graft; antibio ointment, some dressing and a 'lectrolyte drip would be 'preciated..."
George's absence from the NCR Military post on the border of the unclaimed territory would be soon noticed, assuming his diplomatic mission had failed the NCR forces made up to invade the region were given orders to wipe out any Enclave presence they found in the region.
George's personal company would be one of the first units to storm the military base, with vengeance on their minds for their fallen leader.
(I Might make a part two since this page is getting to long thats if everyone who is apart of it still active, or maybe we could do that alteritive timeline thing where it doesn't go to complete shit.)