George's talking stirred Monty awake, whose face scrunched as the sunlight slicing through the blinds burned into his eyes. He hopped out of the chair and stretched as he stepped to the bar, stretching his arms around his torso and bringing his shoulder blades together.
Lacey, who had just served George his breakfast, welcomed Monty to the bar. "Morning Monty. Breakfast? Got a new batch of that barrel cactus salsa you like so much!" she said in a cheery tone.
Exchanging pleasantries, Monty replied, "Oooh, mi favorito... but first, I'm gonna need some 9mm, started running low yesterday. Oh, and some thirty-ought-eight [.308] if you got it." Lacey scrounged for a few seconds and slid a retrieved box of 9x19mm Parabellum to Monty and he slid over a couple of NCR bills.
"Sorry, no .308 here. Might have a box in my store. You want your usual while I search the store?" she said as she slid a plate of gecko steak and barrel cactus salsa to him. He tucked in as she went to the storage to find more ammunition.
"uughhh" bayaraq groaned as he woke to Aaron standing next him. "Bright and early." he repeated as he got up and went to the counter. "I'll have a plain nuka please." he told the barkeep as she made her way to storage.
Sitting down, he pulled out both 9mm pistols from his jacket, and checked to make sure they were clean and loaded.
(Retcon: whenever we called him Bayaraq, we called him Frank instead. No harm done. I don't think anyone can be against that.)
Monty continued eating his salsa'ed gecko steak while listen to George and "Frank" talk. He reached over the bar and retrieved a bottle of purified water, leaving some NCR bills in its place for Lacey to collect later.
"knowing the roads we'll either get attacked by Legionnaires, or eaten by Deathclaws" George responded, "Anyway I gotta go fill up my canteen"
George ordered to nuka colas, a bottle of whiskey and two bottles of water, he poured them all into his canteen stirring it up to make a Mojave Cocktail as he liked to call it, sweet and tasty from the nuka, burning from the whiskey and refreshing from the water.
"You three amigos wouldn't happen to need the expertise of a forward scout, would you? I know where raiders tend to maintain camps and I've got years of experience dealing with and tracking them. Although you'd probably want to avoid them all the same..." Monty said, advertising to a potential customer.
* George took his canteen back from Frank, and gave himself a healthy dose.
"Well, Frank... it's Frank, isn't it? Daily rate for base scouting and recon is 20 caps or 50 dollars NCR per day [20 caps = $NCR 50]. If we run into trouble that requires firepower, rates go up to 30 caps, 75 dollars NCR for that day. If you're military personnel – which I doubt you are – you get a 25% appreciation discount. Sound like something you can afford, Mr. High Roller?" Monty inquired, suspecting that Bayaraq was loaded.
Monty finished loading 9mm cartridges into magazines and loaded a magazine into his pistol. With a satisfying *shhh-click!* as it chambered a round, he held the barrel toward the sky, stared at everyone and said stoically, "Let's roll."
Moments later he broke the façade with a smile and snicker, and rested the firearm in its holster, "I always wanted to say that. It's like one of those shoot 'em up holotapes... well, anyway..."
He slung is rifle over his back and walked through the door Aaron was holding, telling Lacey goodbye.
Bayaraq walked out the door and headed east down the slope. He was glad they were making such good time, but wished he would have picked up more cigarettes. They were approaching the outskirts of vegas but he suddenly had a bad feeling.
(not sure if something was already planned, but I figured this sets up some scenarios)
"Once or twice, its full of swindling bastards that would steal the shirt off your back if they could, hot shot airheads and those really friggin' creepy White Glove freaks" George said in disgust, "Heard a story once that they make new members sacrafice their first born child to join, but most are so desperate to get out of the wastes they'll do it anyway...shit listen to me I sound like old No-Bark Noonan"
George took another swig from his canteen and looked up at the statue, "Wonder if there are still some Desert Rangers out there, I've served with alot of guys but never a Desert Ranger, and I don't mean our ranger Vets I mean the old Desert Rangers"
(My plan was to head east from Mojave Outpost until Wolfhorn Ranch, north-northeast through Novac, north to 188 Trading Post and north-northwest into Freeside. Best way to avoid deathclaw/super mutant encounters. We good with that?)
Monty looked off into the distance with a thousand yard stare. "Been in the Vegas outskirts plenty of times, to the Strip once. I... Let's just say it wasn't the best experience," he said, as if there was more to it than he was letting on.
The four had traveled quite a ways from the outpost. A multi-bladed windpump spun lazily atop a ridge in the distance signifying some form of civilization. The group advanced some 25 meters before Monty alerted the group in a hushed tone to shapes milling around. He knelt down, signalling the others to do the same while producing a pair of binoculars from his canvas bag. He looked off a couple hundred meters, bringing a dilapidated farmstead into focus.
"Mierda", Monty mumbled under his breath. "Looks like we got ourselves some Vipers up ahead. I count two in front of the main house, three on a catwalk, two hanging around a well. Seven I can see, might be more. We wanna find an alt route or take 'em out?"
(I actually like it when it goes kinda out of order; seems more natural)
Monty formed a battle plan, etching into the sand with his finger. "Alright, George, confirm you see that wrecked car 15 meters away, by the yucca palm. Keep low and take cover by that, it'll put you within effective range with your rifle. Aaron, I want you to follow me up that ridge on our left. Once we're there, I want your fire focused on the Vipers by the house; I've got the catwalk covered. George, keep an eye on the ridge; when we're in position, I will signal you with the glare off my binoculars. When you see that, open fire on the Vipers by the well. That's the covered structure with a hose fed into it. Hopefully in the confusion, we can take them out quickly and unaware."
He turned to Frank with a look of concern and frustration, "Slick, you got two options: you can climb the ridge with us, or you take cover with George. Further from the action with us, more cover with George."
"We are not leaving you on your own. You any good with those pieces, or are they just for show?" Monty challenged, pointing at the 9mm pistols in Bayaraq's holsters.
"Thanks Aaron, alright Frank follow me" George turned and worked his way up the slope towards the ranch, keepig his eye on the ridge and bridges that spanned them. near the wind wheel he spotted a lone figure messing with something on the ground. George hit the ground and began to slowly crawl towards forward. he looked up the figure hadn't noticed him and Frank moving along,
"Frank keep low and follow, watch the ridge for movement"
Monty and Aaron swept around the back of the ridge so as to not be seen by the raiders before the assault began. They scaled the ridge and set up their positions; Monty laid prone and Aaron knelt down using his knee as a rifle support. When Aaron confirmed that a Viper was in his sights, Monty took a lens cap off his binoculars and signaled George down below. He wasted no time after that bringing a raider into his cross hairs and waited for George and Frank to let the first bullets fly. Things were going to get chaotic very quickly.
Bayaraq slid behind the car and looked over the decaying hood; there were bandits alright. He removed one of his pistols and aimed it with both hands. Just like home he thought as he squeezed the trigger.
(Just as a little warning, Kas, don't control other users' characters.)
Aaron took position with Monty and prepared to fire on the raiders. Once they became distracted by George and Frank's onslaught, he would take out the few below and any leaving the house, as Monty stated that he had the catwalk covered.
The man George had seen up by the wind wheel got two .308 rounds from George's battle rifle, he readjusted and spotted another viper working his way through their hail of bullets and dropped him with another round to the chest.
"Frank two guys just dove into the house, we're gonna have to clear it!"
George dropped two more vipers as they peaked around the metal well. He scanned the area and spotting no movement he turned to Frank, "Stay here and cover me!"
He made a rush for the house as the Vipers up on the ridge and bridge opened fire on him. George grabbed one of the sticks of dynamite and lit the fuse, opening the door a crack he chucked the TNT into the house
(what corvegas are near the ranch on the highway?)
(Oops, sorry Steve. I'll attempt to be more mindful next time. Lesson: don't RP when you're exhausted.)
Monty drew in and held his breath. Focused on a Viper away on the catwalk, he squeezed the trigger. A direct hit to the Viper's chest! Like shooting fish in a barrel... he thought as the stationary Vipers held their ground, hardly noticing their comrade falling beside them.
A second Viper had noticed the snipers and aimed her 10mm pistol down Monty's cross hairs. His rifle thundered again. The bullet struck the Vipers pistol and tumbled through her jaw. She let out a piercing screech as the pistol was wrenched from her hand and blood pooled out of her face. Monty hissed through clenched teeth, "Shit!"
Adopting a cold visage, he quickly took another breath and delivered a shot to the squirming Viper's chest, who fell over the catwalk and was dead before she tumbled down the hill.
Another viper ran in front of Bayaraq and he put him down with three bullets. He switched out his now empty pistol for the other one, and resumed shooting. He saw one in the back pull the pin on a grenade, so he focused his shots on her. He missed, but she ducked down to dodge the rounds, and the grenade fell out of her hand and dropped to her feet.
She had almost picked it up when it detonated and blew her apart.
The house visibly shuddered as the TNT went off inside the house, George meanwhile had dove to cover and watched as the door flew open with bloody vipers, two had lost limbs the others were just shell shocked, George cut them down with ease. But as the adrenaline wore off he became aware of the thudding of bullets around him, he looked up and saw the Vipers on the ridge still firing on him, one a girl (not a bad looking one) had turned her back to George and was firing into the hills when her pistol exploded from her hand and her jaw was practically ripped from her face by the impact of a bullet. But the vipers continued to lay on the fire. Caught in a stream of adrenaline, George jumped up turned to Frank,
Then charged up the hill firing his battle rifle from the hip and hitting one of the Vipers before diving behind the headstones of two graves ontop of the hill.
The last Viper on the catwalk that had taken up arms witnessed how his comrades had been steamrolled in mere seconds and in true raider fashion began to run for the hills. He turned his back to the camp, screaming "Why has the Great Snake forsaken us!?"
"The Rattlesnake of 3rd Recon ate the Great Snake long ago..." Monty whispered as he pulled the rifle trigger. A deafening crack reverberated across the ranch and the Viper collapsed with a shattered spine and faith.
Monty spoke to Aaron, "I'm moving to cover their approach. Keep an eye on that house; there could be more hiding behind it or inside."
As Monty repositioned himself to better aid George and Bayaraq's approach, a Viper adorned in metal armor and a welding helmet emerged from the main house. This was not an ordinary Viper gunslinger; he was carrying a grenade rifle and looked completely untouched by the dynamite that was thrown in earlier.
As Monty repositioned himself to better aid George and Bayaraq's approach) small slip friend :))
Bayaraq was about to follow George, but then he saw the viper come out of the house Fuck that he thought as he ducked behind the remains of the car, and dug around in his pockets for his magazine of +p rounds.
He slammed it into his empty pistol and waited for one of the others to distract the viper. and his grenade launcher.
George loaded one of his depleted uranium sabots into his rifle, targeted the Viper and fired striking him dead center of the chest, causing him to kneel over, yet he stood pointed his 10mm at George's position and fired off a whole clip. Sending George diving for cover.
After witnessing the colossus of a Viper emerge from the house with ordnance in hand, Monty hit the deck. Seeing George do the same behind a tombstone, he focused his attention in that direction. The Viper that sent George to cover had the tenacity to remain on his knees, load another magazine into his pistol and let loose a few more rounds into the concrete cover.
"...Psycho would be my guess," Monty muttered, taking aim. The sniper squeezed the trigger, propelling a bullet straight through the Viper's sternum. Dark crimson blood gurgling from his mouth, and he slumped to the ground dead, still gripping his pistol.
Bayaraq peeked over the hood, and saw the viper fall to his knees. Seeing his shot, he stood up and emptied the pistol in the man's chest, several piercing the abused metal, causing the raider to fall over once again
Monty slung his rifle across his back and, as with Aaron, drew his 9mm pistol as a precaution. "I'm surprised a Mormon such as yourself would list chems first," Monty joked as he nugded Aaron. Approaching the main building, he devised, "We should search as a unit, no one wants to get caught by surprise if there are still Vipers slinking around..."
"Tch. I'm just saying. Anything useful would benefit us," Aaron answered back to Monty. "Personally, chems aren't an evil thing, just their abuse. Although, Psycho is pretty sketchy to me. Usually, I just sell the chems to responsible doctors. Keep a lookout for traps, guys."
The courier kept close to the group for the search.
(I'd just skip to once they're done and list the loot)
George shoved in the door of the sagging house, strewn across the interior was giblets, guts and blood from the shattered corpse that once were the Vipers hiding within the House, George hardly missed a beat as he stepped over the corpses and picked up a few .308 rounds from the vipers. he heard groan and saw one of the Vipers still alive, George drew his revolver.
"P...pleshez kill m me"
George holstered his revolver, turned to the door and shut it behind him, "scum" he muttered,
Monty pushed George out of the way as he flung the door open again, pistol in hand.
"You may not like him, but that's fuckin' cruel, man." Monty approached the Viper, placed his handgun inches from his forehead and put the scum out of its misery. He turned to George and scolded, "You and me both wanna wipe these scum from the earth, but you do it quick and you do it effective. Drawing out their death, you're no better than them..."
He let out a sigh of frustration before he spoke. "Anyway, it's done. C'mon, let's check the bodies by the gravesite an' catwalk."
(To move the looting process along: Monty recovered two intact stimpacks, a syringe of Med-X, and a 9mm submachine gun in moderate condition with 16 rounds in the magazine.)
Bayaraq moved amongst the bodies, rummaging through their pockets, tossing out bullets and bits of old food until he found what he was looking for. "Finally." he said as he pulled a cigarette from the half empty pack and lit it.
(Whoops, sorry. I was waiting for Spock to post, but this is the wrong RP for that).
They continued their scavenging before resuming the trek north-northeast along an off ramp of Highway 93 into Novac.
"Excuse my ignorance Captain, but I don't quite understand," Monty admitted, furrowing his brow.
"That guy was going to die within the hour; no one was going to see his dying as an example. I served two tours in the Mojave with 3rd Recon. We tracked down raiders and swept through their camps like a plague, put them down quickly and quietly. They died where they stood, like they weren't even worth our time."
"In Baja, we have a saying for people we don't like: asegúrese de que se olvidan... "ensure they are forgotten". A complete lack of compassion can send a stronger message than the brief suffering of men. Leaving them alive, but dying, says that they are indeed people and we enjoy their suffering; completely ignoring them and wiping them from history, on the other hand, dehumanizes them as person, as a collective, as an ideology... and that is what wears down morale."
"I guess sniper battalions and infantry just see things differently," he commented with a shrug. "Asegúrese de que se olvidan," he whispered.
Bayaraq laughed "yeah, but it'll be the best smoke of my life." He walked over to another body and looked through her pockets, more serious this time, and found several loose 9mm rounds. Pocketing those he walked over to Monty and George.
"Monty its clear you and me have fought two very different enemies, you the raiders of Baja, me the Legion and the two operate VERY differently" George replied, "Raiders look for slaves to capture and sell, kids to rape and so on the Legion just llok for slaves and people to make an example out of"
"I've seen too many of my men, fellow officers and my friends reduced to a pulp of a man after seeing their families stringed up on crosses, they can handle bodies perfectly fine but you see someone they know suffering? They're done. Way as I see it if you kill everyone and they turn into nothing but bloated corpses that doesn't change anything, you make them suffer really bring out the brutality within you then they know who they're up against, they know who they're facing isn't some high and mighty bastard that they're are willing to get just as much of the blood and guts on themselves as they are" he turned away, turning to Aaron.
"I never figured you were the type to use drugs Aaron"
"Aaron's got the idea. If everyone is done rooting through bodies, let's get going. But stay frosty: never know if we might need to exercise force down the road," Monty warned everybody, trekking off to lead the way. He holstered his pistol, switched it for the scavenged submachine gun and began feeding its magazine until it was at full capacity.
"There's still a lot of sunlight for the day; I'd imagine we can be in Vegas by 1900 [7:00 PM]... as long as we don't run into more trouble."
Aaron shook his head and made an unamused face as he stepped out and followed Monty.
"That's because I don't, George. I'm just not stupid enough to let it lie around out in the open. I sell the chems I find to a doctor that distributes it responsibly. He's a good man. I trust him to not abuse them. Besides, if I was keen on breaking the Word of Wisdom, I wouldn't tell you to quit your drinking or Frank with his smoking. That, and I'd have a long talk with my bishop... Crud, I'm rambling."
Aaron tuned the radio of his PIP-Boy to New Vegas Radio. Mister New Vegas was giving a news report on rumors of NCR-Enclave cooperation in taking down a Legion splinter faction and to give a shout out to the "Canaanite Cowboy Boy Scout" and his buddies in the NCR and Enclave.
He took note of the Fleur-de-lis on the back of his duster and his magnum. Heh. Canaanite Cowboy Boy Scout. There were witnesses of the aftermath of their actions that must have reported it and caught the ear of Mister New Vegas.
"Hey George, isn't this awesome?" Aaron asked, nudging him. "You're moving up in not just military ranking now."
"I suppose that is pretty cool!" George said as he listened to the report, "Wonder if I'll get to meet him"
George pocketed all the loot he had recovered, "Alright boys lets move out, Vipers work in packs and their amigos will be along soon to see what happened to their comrades" George looked around and towards the horizon, "Anyone else notice that green cloud over there? Thats near Camp Searchlight...what the hell?"
George went to climb up the hill and look towards the horizon, "Yeah thats Camp Searchlight thats over...don't see anyone in the town except, oh shit Ghouls!" George continued to squint at the camp and then took out his binocluars, "What happened?"
(So I assume this RP is set around late October 2281 since Camp Searchlight was sabotaged shortly after the Courier was revived. Technically, we can't help Sgt. Astor because then the Courier can't, which is messing with canon.)
Monty took the binoculars off his hip and investigated George's claims. "Sí, that's definitely Searchlight, I can see the church towers from here.... Back when I lived in Baja, we were pretty close to a radioactive crater and the same kinda green haze hung over it at night... We can still see a town and we're not dead yet, so it can't have been nuked."
He pondered for a while before admitting, "We can't handle this, at least no like we are now. I didn't scav any rad supplies and Aaron's only got one RadAway. Let's stick to heading to Novac; when we get into Vegas, we can report this to McCarran. Barring that, the embassy on the Strip. Either way, we're not equipped for this; let's just head north. We can be in the Vegas outskirts in four hours if we really hurry."
"Then let's get going. Nothing we can do 'cept get to an NCR camp and report it. Hanlon should still be at Golf, unless brass is cleaning house again of soldiers that do their jobs...," Monty griped. He continued after a moment, "In any case, we should find him; his Rangers need to know if they don't know already."
He caught up to Aaron and asked, "Hey amigo, where'd you get that fancy Pip-Boy? I've only seen one two or three times. Quite the find."
Aaron examined his PIP-Boy for a moment before answering. His PIP-Boy was sleeker and better polished than the 3000 series.
"Well before the bombs actually fell, Vault-Tech was working on a better PIP-Boy that was more compact than the 3000s. I guess this one was the prototype, cause I couldn't find any others at the facility in California. Mine's got that portrait display instead of the landscape."
He showed Monty the screen below his palm with it's display similar to the 3000, but oriented on the vertical axis before tucking it under his sleeve.
"The compact design helps to keep it hidden," he added.
"You got 20 years and the drive to be a Ranger, Capitan? That's the only way to get a Sequoia on the up an' up... and something tells me you missed the boat; your hair would be grey before you would have earned it and the only Ranger I've seen with grey hair is Hanlon. Even still, I prefer the rifle myself. They've never let me down," Monty reminisced as they continued their trek north.
"Can't say it does," Aaron answered. "Personal information processor, not card counter."
Aaron thought about George's question on the Ranger Sequoia.
"You'd also have to have a pretty strong grip. That's a powerful kick from a gun with powerful ammo. You could get one of those Big Frame Hunting Revolvers. They take the same ammo, but with attatchments to them and all."
"Yeah but nothing's like a sequoia though, damn things look so badass! you know what I mean?"
He heres a low rumble of thunder, "Ever wonder why its always thundering but never raining? You guys are gonna think I'm lying but I went to Black mountain once damn place is eerie as hell and alwyas covered in clouds"
"You always know your getting close when you hear the thunder" Another low rumble, "Went up there looking for a lost Ranger team, found 'em dead and fed to the centaurs"
"As long as the super mutants stay in their mountain and everyone else avoids them, everyone is happy. 3rd Recon prepared me for a lot of shit, but there's nothing quite like seeing the shredded corpse of a PFC [private, first class] after a brute gets through with them. If it's all the same, let's avoid Black Mountain," Monty appealed as his face scrunched with disgust.
He scoured the horizon for a familiar landmark and was greeted by a T. Rex poking its head over the hills. "Hey-hey! Novac's only a little further. We can stop for lunch, do a bit of trading... we're making good time."
Aaron went ahead of the group to scout for trouble, if there was any to be found, and kept going until they all reached Novac safely. He smiled at seeing Dinky the T-Rex's shape get closer until they reached the settlement.
(Are we just passing through? What's going on? Trading?)
George spotted the dinky dinosaur and jogged into town, starved he went to a tent that the smell of cooking brahmin steak was drifting out of. He quickly ordered a Brahmin steak and began wolfing it down, taking sips from his Mojave Cocktail. As he ate he looked around, he noticed a tall slim character with sunglasses walk out of the dinky dino with a 1st recon beret on,
1st Recon? Didn't know the NCR had some guys out here.
Monty too noticed the crimson beret and nearly turned the same shade. Instead, he bit his tongue and dressed down the tall and slim man, Glory hound pendejo... What? Can't handle your shit in the field so they post you here? That's sad, even for 1st Recon... He went on to unpack some bighorner jerky and walk toward the Dino Bite gift shop.
"See if I can get some supplies for this puppy," he said waving the Viper 9mm submachine gun he scavenged.
Aaron noticed the bereted man, but payed him no mind. He figured that that man decided that his service days were over for him and that he made his choice. He followed George, ordering a steak as well, with some Sunset. He quickly drank those down and ate.
"Let's head back out quick. I'll try and buy more ammo for the .44s before we do... And I think I'll stop by Gun Runners when we get up to Freeside. They've got an ammo that most don't sell elsewhere."
"Sounds like a plan" George said as he wolfed down the last of his brahmin steak, "You know the last time I saw a 1st Recon guy was a Bitter Springs"
George shivered involuntarily, "That was a bad time for me and my men...and don't you go putting the blame on the NCR our commander was a royal fuck up and no matter what myself or Dhatri or any of the other officers said, he fully intended to force the khans hand"
"Me and Major Dhatri, my old buddy we wanted to surround them in their little town, have 1st Recon pick off the head honchos and leaders and starve 'em out until they wanted to surrender, it would've been less painful...for both sides...But then this fuck up with his 'Noble, brave and daring commander' bullshit decided to send in the cavalry all custer like"
"The Khans try to counter attack and the infantry moves in, even those stooges with the deactivated power armor, these were goddamned tribals who the fuck needs that kinda fire power! we all go rolling in burning, killing and shooting anything that fuckin' moved, we all got caught up in it, you get the adreanlaine pumping you become an animal in combat"
"Next thing we know we're standing over the ashes of their village with a bunch of dead Khans at our feet, and out commander sent me to confer with 1st recon who was holding the flank, oh god you can't picture it...the civies were all that went down that pass, old folks, kids, unarmed civilians...all of them gunned down, god it was awful...thats why I fucking killed that asshole of a commander, nice little .45 to the skull"
"Now Dhatri's a major, with a kid and all, he's a good man"
Monty strolled up the steps into Dinky's belly and popped his head in, looking to see if Mr. Briscoe was open for business.
Cliff perked up from his desk and advertised, "If you're here for the T-Rex's, you came just in the nick of time! We've only got a couple left and they've been going fast!"
Monty took a look at the adorable green dinosaur and pondered for a moment. With a click of his tongue, he replied, "Tell you what, buddy: I'm looking to offload this [the 9mm SMG] and maybe get some supplies in exchange. If you give me some supplies, I'll take a dinosaur."
At the promise of a dinosaur sale, Briscoe and Montero-Dominguez bartered back and forth, eventually settling on a bottle of steady, a stimpak, 15 hollow point .308 caliber rounds and NCR$115... and the Dinky souvenir, of course.
waiting until monty finished, Bayaraq walked pass him to the counter, lighting a smoke before he began. "I want four dozen 9mm rounds, half hollow-points and the other half +P if you got 'em. and no I don't want some fucking dino toy." he said before Cliff could even try and sell him one
Aaron listened to George's story intently and thought about there were goods and bads in a society built on good principles. Mostly how bad people are involved in the politics of those societies based upon good principles.
"Well... I honestly believe that was that man's choice and that he abused his authority to see it realized. I know the NCR isn't perfect, cause men like him are put in charge, but that's because the NCR is run by man, and man isn't perfect.
"For me, you just gotta do what you believe is right. And, you know, I believe there was some sort of military law that states that a soldier can disobey a direct order if that order is morally wrong. At least I think there was in the Old World."
He pat George on the shoulder and got up from his seat.
"Read your Bible more, George. Introduce it to your comrades, even. And really read it. I'm gonna see about buying those magnum rounds, whenever you're ready."
Bidding Briscoe a farewell, Monty knew his compatriots would be shopping as well so he went upstairs to investigate Dinky's mouth and see the spectacular view to pass the time. In addition to a view over Highway 95, he encountered what appeared to be another soldier: a Latino man with a mustache and a 1st Recon beret.
Monty's brow elevated and with a tinge of disdain in his voice acknowledged the man, "Oh, another one. Sniper teams always operate in a duo... vantage point... it fits," he mumbled under his breath before inquiring, "Tell me: what's 1st Recon doing stationed here instead of an FOB [Forward Operation Base]?"
"Don't let the berets fool you, man; me and Boone left 1st Recon a couple years ago... after Bitter Springs. I've got a question for you, too: how are you familiar with the lingo and sniper teams operation? You in the army too?"
After hearing "Bitter Springs," Monty dropped the petty resentment and sympathized with the man, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a 3rd Recon rattlesnake tattoo on the underside of his left forearm, "3rd Recon, Bravo. In the same boat as you, I guess; got fucked over by brass. Used to be a second L.T. [lieutenant]... now I guess I'm a veteran like you. Only souvenir I got was the ink."
"Don't have to tell me, man; Bitter Springs was FUMTU [Fucked Up More Than Usual]. Name's Manny by the way. I think I heard of 3rd Recon before; you guys specialized in search and destroy for raider camps or something, right?"
Having become comfortable around Manny, Monty walked to his side, looking out over the highway overpass as he rested his palms on Dinky's teeth. "I'm Monty. You could say it was search and destroy; I'd say more extermination than anything. At least, it was extermination until we all got dumped in FOBs until further notice. And now the New Vegas Ruins are infested with Fiends. Coincidence? I fuckin' doubt it!" Monty accused.
(I'll leave some dialogue for my next turn while Steve and Cain are buying ammo.)
Aaron took heed to George's request and went into the shop for his magnum rounds, but considering that George payed for his meal as well, "one good turn deserves another, so he bought .308 rounds for George.
He also decided to take the offer for a Dinky the Dinosaur, figuring it would get a laugh from his wife after watching a Godzilla holoflic with her last time he was in Shanetown.
Aaron then put some of his magnum ammo in revolver speedloaders before heading out to hand off the .308 rounds to George.
Vargas continued the conversation. "You said you were a veteran; why'd you leave?" he asked trying to foster connection between the two.
Monty sighed and melancholily deflected. "I don't wanna talk about it; it's too soon. Basically I was at Nelson, shit hit the fan."
Manny kept looking at Monty knowing there was more to it than that. Recognizing that stare, Monty searched his pocket for some jerky while searching his mind for the words to describe his trauma. He found both after a moment.
"I was at Nelson in September... guarding under equipped troopers, you know, Mojave norm. Legion stormed the camp. My men, my friends... every last one of 'em, butchered by Legion. And brass just fucking watched from their desks. Replaced the men in Bravo Team like nothing was wrong! Like nothing happened! You can't tell me that nothing happened!"
A tear began to well in his eye as he continued. "I drifted down the Colorado to a Ranger station... needed to report about Nelson to someone. My men wouldn't die for nothing! Got escorted to McCarran, looking to tell Colonel Hsu about it and MP arrested me on the spot. At least you got the option to leave; I got two months and booted for a mierda de toro AWOL charge. Oh, but they'll get what's coming to them. I remember every guilty vote, every name, every SSI [shoulder sleeve insignia]. They'll get what's coming to them. My men won't have died in vain..."
As he recalled the jury his mouth curled into a twisted smile, Captain Bennett, Colonel Reeves, Major Douglass, Major Hoffman, Lieutenant Colonel Shultz, Captain Williamson, Colonel Weber, Major Graves, Brigadier Connors... they'll get theirs...
Aaron looked to the robot which George pointed out.
"Huh... I saw quite a few of those bots when I went to the Strip that one time I mentioned. Only they seemed more serious and grim, but he looks friendly enough. But anyway, let's gather the party. I wanna at least hit Gun Runners before we get to the Strip."
"yeah good point, hang on I think I saw Monty go up into the mouth" George turned around and headed up the stairs to the roost, Once upstairs he found Monty talking with a young Latino with a 1st Recon Beret on,
"Hey Monty its time to go" George looked at the sniper, and gave him a brief nod.
Monty looked over his shoulder once he heard George's voice. "Looks like duty calls. Good talk, Manny," he said, extending his fist for a bump. Manny returned the fist bump and admitted, "Yeah, man. If you head through Novac again, we'll talk some more."
The snipers parted ways and Monty descended the stairs with George to meet up with the others.
"I'm glad we could come to a agreement, Mr. Miller." With that the woman handed a pair of keys to bayaraq in exchange for $2,000 NCR. Always nice to have a hideout he thought to himself as he walked outside to see if the others were ready.
(Technically not against canon, but the Dino Dee-lite motel room that Crawford sells to the Courier costs only 100 caps which is valued at $250 NCR. Unless he's paying her $1750/700 caps to not talk about his hideout, I'd say he got ripped off by a fairly large margin.)
(I'm not 100% sure. I think it's permanent. I always get it by having good Nocav reputation and never have to pay for it. It's permanent for me with that method, at least. I'd think paying for it would be the same.)
As George and the group walked along following Aaron's pip-boy instructions on how to get to the strip, there came a small lake coming into view and beyond it a resort building. Carrying through the air a bugle could be heard summoning troops to Post-dinner inspection.
"Thats where they took Lachlan, lets stop in and see how he's doing, see if he's well enough to join us"
(well how long would it take people on foor to truly traverse Highway 95? Also I hate to do this to you guys but tmrw I'm leaving for a week long vacation, i don't know If I can post form my Iphone but I wouldn't my breath, sorry, Aaron play out a couple turns for me, or have me grow mysteriously ill, I'll be leaving around at some poimt tmrw morning but until that time I'll still post.)
(According to Google Maps, it's 25 miles from the Las Vegas Strip to Boulder City, so I'm using that as my standard. If I measured right, from Mojave Outpost to Wolfhorn Ranch is 16.6 miles; from Wolfhorn Ranch to Novac is 11.1 miles; from Novac to Camp Golf is 22.2 miles; and from Camp Golf to New Vegas is 8.3 miles; with a combined journey of ~60 miles. Given that people walk at about 4 mph, it would take about 15 hours to get to New Vegas and about 12.5 hours to get to Camp Golf, making it about 6:30 PM when we get to Camp Golf. However, I don't know how long it would take if we're talking about in-game travel that you do in Fallout: New Vegas, the actual game.)
Kastera1000 wrote: (According to Google Maps, it's 25 miles from the Las Vegas Strip to Boulder City, so I'm using that as my standard. If I measured right, from Mojave Outpost to Wolfhorn Ranch is 16.6 miles; from Wolfhorn Ranch to Novac is 11.1 miles; from Novac to Camp Golf is 22.2 miles; and from Camp Golf to New Vegas is 8.3 miles; with a combined journey of ~60 miles. Given that people walk at about 4 mph, it would take about 15 hours to get to New Vegas and about 12.5 hours to get to Camp Golf, making it about 6:30 PM when we get to Camp Golf. However, I don't know how long it would take if we're talking about in-game travel that you do in Fallout: New Vegas, the actual game.)
"Señor Aaron mapped a trail into Vegas where we're delivering our precious cargo to," Monty jested as he gestured with his thumb over to Bayaraq. "We even might stay in Vegas and get wasted for a job well done!"
Monty spied Aaron's concern about imbibing the Devil's drink and revised his plans. "Erm... we'll get wasted," he said motioning to George, Bayaraq and himself. "Aaron'll have a soda or something..."
Aaron ignored Monty's musings and looked to his friend from the Enclave.
"Lachlan, good to know you're okay. The sniper's name is Monty and we call the high roller Frank. Frank's paying good money to take him to the Strip. Feeling up to it? Just... don't destroy your body anymore than that .308 round did."
"Well I'm glad your okay old buddy" George said, slapping Lachlan's arm.
"Oh and uh...Monty I don't drink on the strip too many sketchy characters to get hammered, thats why I carry one of these" from a hidden holster near his ankle George removed a small silenced pisol, ".22 caliber not amazingly tough but it'll put someone down if your close enough"
"It depends on what casino or well hotel you go to i've been to the strip Gomorrah is the worse of them Ultra Luxe is fancy and all but...my gut tells me, "Don't go in the basement." So I would say the tops or vault 21 is the safest choice."
Lachlan looked at his Pip-boy and searched through some notes
"Oh are we stopping by the Gun Runners I need to pick up an order specialized modifications and some other stuff."
The group began their short trek into New Vegas proper when the sun still had a few more hours before it hid itself behind the mountains to the west. The journey was quiet for a time before Monty broke the silence, asking their new traveling buddy about his two compatriots. "Sooo, you guys... know each other?"
"We do, actually. We went up against a Legion off shoot faction... kinda yesterday, actually," Aaron answered. "He got a nasty hit in the chest with a .308 round from a sniper. We took 'em down, though, freed some slaves, all that good stuff."
He tuned his PIP-Boy radio to New Vegas Radio again. Mister New Vegas gave a Gomorrah sponsor announcement before some Gerhard Trede started playing.
"I actually answered that question already, today, Lachlan. I got when I was about... fourteen. I explored some ruins and found an R&D place for Vault-Tech and got it there.
"I guess you could also call me a Vault Dweller, but we don't really get PIP-Boys and it wasn't a Vault-Tech owned Vault, either. And our 'Vault' was open at the time, too, so I was outside quite a bit."
The New Canaanite had to be careful of divulging too many details of where his home was. It was one of the safest places in the Wastes without NCR being around.
"Well that's a relief. You can't trust psychos, especially when they have a gun." Monty's banter was cut short when he noticed a sordid sight off in the distance. Drawing his binoculars from his hip, he spied what appeared to be the remains of a caravan complete with fresh, fly-covered bodies and glowing piles of ash.
(I'm really sorry about the delay; I knew it was my turn, put it on hold at the time, then forgot.)
Monty combed through he ashes and rubbed the dust off his fingers, discovering there was nothing left to find. "I'm surprised that Fiends could take down a Van Graff caravan," he postulated. "Well, there's nothing we can do here now. Better shake a leg and get into New Vegas..."
"Raider junkies that are HQ'ed in the South Vegas Ruins... some old Vault," he explained to Bayaraq. "The boys in 3rd Recon used to run interference against them before we all got stationed in FOBs. Now Fiends are within spitting distance of McCarran!"
Mocking, he continued venting. "Oh dear, how could this have happened? Those nasty raiders are suuuch a nuisance! How can they be in front of our bases?"
"Carajo come hijos de puta..." he grumbled in disgust as they neared the Gun Runners.
"Van Graffs are the only people I know that would sell weapons like that. You think it might have been a sale gone bad? Fiends didn't want to pay up and things got messy?" Monty speculated as they strolled up to the Vendortron.
"Maybe, but seems to open; any jack-off with some binoculars could see them out there, and probably get a bounty from the NCR for telling them. In this gamblers opinion." bayaraq finished with a shrug as he looked around the fenced compound
Bayaraq stood back while the others ordered and picked up their supplies. He pulled out a smoke, and put it back. He was excited about making it to vegas, less than an hour and he'd be home free. "You guys ready?" he asked impatiently
"Man I've been looking forward to a good meal for awhile" George said, "And Lachland thanks for the rifle"
George slung the Plasma Rifle over his free shoulder and continued to walk alongside the group. As they entered the gates of Freeside he couldn't help but get a bad feeling in his stomach a shifty lookin' fella selling meat, and several armed men actings as protection for people moving through the strip. Off too his left he spied movement, two men wearing white masks and suits quickly dragged a corpse into the alleyway behind one of the ruined buildings.
"Holy shit..."George muttered, "Hey Lachlan you see that?"
"Different senses, Jack," Aaron said back to Bayaraq. "Different senses..."
Aaron could not let this go. Good people in Freeside were probably being killed by the White Glove's hands for a purpose he did not know, and not knowing irked him. He picked up his pace quietly as he tailed him with his companions.
George got to the alleyway and peered around the corner, there a group of three men in White Glove attire. George pulled the hammer on his .44, suddenly one noticed the noise and began to walk towards George. George turned the corner and fired once into the man and then sent two more headed towards the other two both of which fell dead. He looked around at the corpses and saw a man and a woman tied up.
"don't worry guys I'm NCR" George began to cut the ropes when he heard the patter of feet behind him,
Monty waved away the offered cigarette and instead reached for his hip flask. "Smoking takes the breath away from a sniper, but there's nothing wrong with the occasional drink. Keeps the muscles from tensing up on you."
He took a swig of the burning liquor and let out a slight cough. "So... they're not back in 10 minutes: we check it out, or go on without them?"
"What a sick bunch of freaks! Holy shit House should've done the world a favor and wipe these guys out back when they were running around with pointy sticks and loin clothes"
George turns to the captives, "Go down that alleyway there and you'll find a small shop with guards in front of it, and tell them Captain Taylor sent you, you can get some free food and protection with the NCR"
"Retirement hopefully" he said, taking a drag from his cigarette "Won a few heads of cattle in Modoc, sunk my money in a plot of land and ranched 'em. Would drive them to market in the winter and repeat." He concluded with a shrug.
"So why you stick around here? a guy like you could make a fortune in Reno" he asked, eager to change the conversation to Monty.
"We should tell King," Aaron sighed. "As for the bodies... We still have a job to do. The Kings have a ham radio at their place, don't they? I talked with some of them when I was on my mission here, but I've never seen the likes of these Strip types doing anything like this."
He keyed in the radio function of his PIP-Boy, but decided to drop it.
"If we find any Kings on the way, we'll let them know. I think those people you sent off to that shop will let those guys know about this as well... We should get back to Jack and Monty before they go on without us."
(Why, Bethesda and Obsidian, would you have ham radios and the option to interact with them, and not let them do anything?! DX )
As the three returned to Monty and Bayaraq, Monty responded. "I have family back home in Baja... mamá and papá ranch geckos. But I spent a third of my life in the army. Fighting's what I'm good at, what I was trained to do, not look after lizards. All the trouble in the Mojave lets anyone in the merc business make a killing, so I stay here until the Republic or Legion push through."
The three rejoined the two. "I assume all went well? I saw some people scramble out of the alleyway."
Monty replied to Lachlan, "Only time I've been on the Strip was on leave with my team. We used the monorail to get there, so I don't know if my "credit" is on file. I sure as hell don't have a password."
"Even so, as long as I get my $200 NCR before Frankie here goes through the gate, I'm happy and don't need in. Mercs stop being needed once you're inside the Strip anyway," Monty said as he shrugged as they continued through Freeside.
"Well the Strip isn't as great unless you know how to avoid trouble," said Aaron. "Don't bother with Gomorrah. One pass by, you could tell it's no good. Worst of it is, I saw NCR, dancing drunk with the prostitutes outside. Just stick with one of the friendlier casinos, but it's your choice."
A man covered in grime poked his head out of a nearby alley; his eyes shifted from person to person. His focus settled on the five men traveling together for a moment, but he decided to let them pass and focus on a more solitary mark.
Bayaraq was keeping a neutral expression on his face, but was grinning inside his head. He looked around to pass time and stopped dead in his tracks. He saw three people in tailored suits go into a building ahead of the group.
"Fuck, not these guys again." he said, an idea striking him
"Spoken like a merc Lachlan; it's not our problem. We pass by the Kings hideout on our way in - we can talk to them then," Monty agreed. He still had his hand in holster for caution's sake, but continued walking.
They neared the door that would enter into the final stretch toward the New Vegas Strip, and the King's School of Impersonation was on the other side.
The one time these guys aren't goody-goody he thought as he slipped from the back of the group and went to the building the suits entered. Drawing his pistols, he kicked the door in and shot down the three men sitting around a table surprise on their faces. Three more men ran in, their face covered in masks and he killed them too.
Holstering his pistols, he began to search the bodies and the tables, finding two posters with his face and name on them. He quickly ripped the names off of them. "These fucking guys." He said as he moved towards the door.
George watched as Aaron and bayarq ducked into the home and after hearing the gun shots he holstered his magnum,
"Well guess they took care of those guys, hey Monty remind me to file a report on what we saw here when we get to an NCR post okay?"
George looked over Freeside, "What a dump...shit makes the bunks back in the outpost look good..." A group of uniformed men walking up the streets upon seeing George in his NCR officer's uniform spun on their heels and went the other direction.
"Hmmm...guess they were hear them maybe, well they're gone now what d'ya reckon Monty? Omertas? Chairmen?"
Monty stood were he was for a few moments, his mouth agape in incredulity. His glance shifted to Taylor in shock and he exclaimed, "What the fuck did we see here, Captain?! A guy murdering six suits for the hell of it... and everyone's alright with this? Fuck!"
He shifted his focus to Bayaraq, "What the fuck, man. Why'd you kill them? They did nothing to you!"
"Slow down there soldier." Bayaraq told him, pulling out one of the posters he picked up. "These guys were plotting to get me. I ran into a group of them back west trying to blow up a ranch, and I guess they're still mad at me for reporting them." He lit another cigarette.
"I was hoping to get away from them out here, but I guess not."
Aaron went with Lachlan to King's Place to report on the matter in the building.
"I'm plenty worried, Lachlan. Things weren't as bad as I remember when I was here last. Of course, my companion and I followed what the mission president told us to do and stayed indoors after sunset. But if it's like what George says, we can't let the Omertas do anything to hurt folks out here. It's bad enough as it is, but White Gloves murdering Freesiders and meetings in the buildings? We can't pass this up."
"Oh come on Aaron you think this is the first time the White freaks have been doing this? We get reports all the time of their guys moving about freeside but we treated them as bunk most of the time because they mostly came from chem addicts and attention starved bums"
George scanned the area, "Now the Omertas we've gotten very little news on it seems they have some dealings with those guys, hell I don't even know if they were Omertas they weren't wearing white thats for damn sure"
"Well first off I dunno if you Kings are aware but the source of the kidnappings around here stem from our friends in the White Glove Society, me, Aaron over there and Lachlan, that funny guy in the suit caught them trying to pull a vagrant into a back alleyway"
"Well we ran in there and put one in 'em and freed three others they had caught, then that guy named Frank he saw three enter a home and he promptly killed all three of 'em, then while he and Lachlan went in me and Monty here" gesturing to Monty, "We spotted some shifty fellows moving up the street but when they saw me and Monty they ran off, they didn't wear those white coats the Omertas wear so I dunno who they were"
"I suspect the Chairmen or one of the New Reno families" George finished, "You see Mr. King with all due respect and I'm not trying to sound like a broken harp here but if you'd just let the NCR into Freeside in force this sorta stuff wouldn't happen...not trying to say your boys aren't up to it but they seemed a little...lax you know? especiallyy that Pacer guy you hang around they just aren't being the law keepers they're supposed to be"
(Cain, you may want to edit your last paragraph. You were talking to a generic King gangster, not The King.)
"Whoa there, hound dog. We don't need your money; if you're tellin' the truth, The King'll wanna hear about it," the greaser said as he pushed Lachlan's caps away. "You excuse me, and I'll get the Big Boss Man."
The gangster quickly moseyed through the lobby's doorway and made his way up to The King's suite. The school was mostly quiet, save for a jukebox playing "Blueberry Hill", and one could hear murmurs carrying through from the third story.
The King himself sauntered down accompanied by the greaser that greeted them after a few minutes. "Robbie here says there's a situation. What can The King do for you?" he said, cool as a cucumber.
"Some of the families are overstepping their boundaries and snatching some of the locals up." bayaraq told the newcomer, trying to move this along. "Their bodies oughta be there still, in a alley away's back"
"More specifically, the White Gloves," Aaron added. "And... some of us suspect Omerta involvement. What we're not sure on is why. I dread to guess."
The more Aaron thought about it, the grimmer the situation seemed to be. Perhaps the Omertas were collecting "new talent" for their outside entertainment. Perhaps there was a slaving operation under the NCR's nose. Or maybe just simple sick pleasure wrapped into both reasons.
"Either way, it needs to stop. Your boys ought to step up their game. And somebody has to stop this at the source."
"Yes well King, perhaps you would consider some help from the NCR, we can have a squad of MPs help patrol the streets, well I'm sure you've heard this line before so I'll spare you but know that my offer stands" George finished,
The King stroked his chin and rested his elbow in his hand, thinking. He muttered noncommittally as if to take up time as he thought, "Hmmm... that is something I'd wanna hear about..."
"I have a feelin' NCR patrollin' Freeside would add to the problems, Soldier Boy," he drawled at George. "I can't prove it but I know NCR troops're roughin' up locals, heatin' up tensions 'tween the squatters an' 'em. I can't in good faith let more in. If what yer sayin' about the families is true though, sounds like they wouldn't leave locals alive to relay their assaults anyway..."
He shifted his focus to Aaron, "Problem is, boy... we can't stop it at the source. The House That Has Everything kicked us out from the Strip an' we can't get back inside, no way, no how. NCR don't have any power on the Strip neither, 'cept inside their embassy. Only House could take action, but nobody's heard from him in years."
"Like... us for instance?" Aaron added to Bayaraq's question. "You can't go in. At least not as part of the Kings or the NCR. This'll be more of a personal confrontation. I don't know about you guys, but I can't let this go in good conscience. We can take action. Now why shouldn't we? Better yet, why should we take action?
"This isn't a question of can they stop us, but rather, will we let them stop us? If House isn't going to do anything, if he even can, what chance do the people of Freeside have if those White Gloves or Omertas keep doing what they're doing? I have a passport. I'm going in there, alone or not, but I'd like a hand from whoever wants to go in in the name of public safety.
Listening to the not-so-locals, The King pondered how to fortify Freeside against the families overstepping their bounds. "I suppose I can station more of my men at the entrances of Freeside... an' I could send an emissary to the Van Graffs - see if we can't strike a deal on some upgraded firepower."
His stare was brought back to the group, "If y'all deal with this yourselves an' you can prove it, y'all will be rewarded handsomely for your service to Freeside."
"Many thanks for you bringing forward this information," the King said as he nodded to Robbie and walked away. Robbie produced 50 bottle caps and handed them over to George. "Divvy these up how you will. We always reward info..."
(part three after this post, since the order starts over?)
"wait, just so I have this straight, you guys are going to do what? Shoot up some casinos? Or talk to them about changing their ways? Why don't we just post up 'round here, wait for a few more to show up, grab a few, and find out what's what?"
And make sure no one else from back home is here. he thought to himself as he looked at the others