Trent took the piece of meat Marcus had handed him. He looked at it for a second pondering whether he should spit at it and throw it back at the slaver who gave it to them or eat it. Marcus's words rang true though, they would need their strength to make an escape.

Trent swallowed the food quickly. It was disgusting. It tasted like burnt radroach meat. And radroach meat in itself was bad enough. Trent noticed the new face that had joined the group, and listened as he explained how he came to be a part of their happy little group of slaves. A roar errupted somewhere very near to their location.

Trent looked on as the slavers gathered nervously to meet the possible threat. He toyed happily with the idea of every one of them getting slaughtered by whatever beast was waiting for them. "Dave ... go get Shaun and the others." belched out one of the slaver scumbags. "Dave. His name is Dave." noted Trent.

Dave was the slaver who woke up Trent in a very unkind way. Trent silently hoped that if any of the slavers survived, it would be him, because Trent aimed to carry out on what he promised earlier.

Trent looked over at the group. "If we're going to break out, now would be the best time." he whispered. "I'm trained in unarmed combat, so if we can find a way out of these cages, I can kill off the one jerk guarding us. The only thing I'm worried about, is these collars. I don't plan on losing my head anytime soon."

Telling the Vault Dwelers " wait till most of there attencion is away and pick the lock." Then me and somebody else will go get the guns" Lets hope most of the slavers die."

The guard had made his way near Trent's cage. Trent took this opportunity to reach through the bars, grab the guard by his head, and slam it as hard as he could against the bars. The guard was out cold. He fell near the newcomer's cage.

"He's all yours. Grab his gun and thank him for me by kicking him in the head a couple of times when you get out." Trent said wth a smile to the newcomer as he sat back down. Trent rested his arms on his knees as he leaned his back against the uncomfortable cage wall, then he let out a quiet sigh.

The guard's head landed in Jack's cage. Just like Trent told him to do he kicked him in the head a couple of times and then took his gun he nodded to Marcus to open the cage.......

OCC: Just to let everyone know, TseyAkans character is now a NPC under my control he sent me a PM, saying that he would no longer be in the RP.

Marcus began to unlock the cage door, when suddenly two large yao guai, jumped out of the dark wasteland, mauling several slavers in the process and tearing one of the slavers heads off. Marcus lurched back, shocked by the sudden sight of the large yao guai, the slavers screamed in fear and terror, as they began firing wildly at the bears, Marcus quickly turned his attension back to the cage door as the yao guai continued their rampage through the slaver camp, the sound of a slaver screaming echoed through out the camp, as marcus turned the latch, marcus motioned to his friends and the wastelander as he quickly lept out of the cage, "Hurry everyone, we need to get our stuff and get the hell out of here, before those beasts return", marcus quickly looked around to see if anyone was coming, "Hurry we need to find our weapons and packs", marcus and the rest ran into a large tent, that seemed to be full of weapons and ammo. Marcus's eyes began to water at the sight, "Hurry everyone grab as much as you can, and some food...", the sound of the screams stopped, as two large roars from the yao guai's echoed from outside the tent, off near the other cages, cheeres suddenly erupted, and marcus new that the beast was dead, "Hurry everyone!", marcus found his chinese assault rifle, and his .45 caliber pistol, along with his other weapons, as did everyone else, the shadows of two slavers suddenly walked by the left side of the tent, they walked over towards the cages, marcus quickly motioned to vanne to follow him, vanne grabbed a large knife off of a wooden crate, as marcus pulled his out of its sheath, the slavers walked over to the groups cage, as marcus realized that the cage door was not closed, the slavers looked around the cage, realizing one of their friends was unconcious, they ran over to the slaver trying to awaken him, one of the slavers looked to the other, "They must have escaped when the yao guai attacked, we have to tell boss, you stay here, I'll go get him", marcus signalled to vanne to follow the slaver and kill him, marcus looked around a moment seeing some burned out trees with a derellict house in the middle of them, "Meet over their once you've killed him ok", vanne knoded, scurried out of the tent following the slaver while marcus quickly snuck-up on the other slaver, "Wake-up joseph, wake the hell up...", marcus quickly grabbed the slavers head covering his mouth with his hand, as he stabbed him in the back several times, the slaver struggled for a moment trying to get out of marcus's grip, "You died better than the rest of your friends, ass", marcus layed the slaver under the cage wagon, and stabbed the unconcious slaver in the heart, marcus motioned to the rest of the group, who was still in the tent, to follow him, suddenly a womans voice from one of the other slave cages, motioned to marcus and the group, "Please help us, we just want to live in peace, we dont want to die", the woman held on to the cage bars as marcus looked at her, "I'm sorry, but we need to get out of here now!", marcus turned as the woman began to cry, "Hurry everyone, we need to hide in that house, until vanne comes back", the group followed marcus as the woman continued to cry out to them, marcus looked to the group for a moment, "Hurry everyone, I'll be right back", marcus along with trent ran back to the cage, "The woman looked back up, as the two vault dwellers opened the door, "Thank you... Thank you so much, I can show you to a small settlement, not to far from here, we can make it in a day!", marcus looked at the woman as he helped her and the other out, "We cant leave until our friend comes back, until then we need to hide in that house", the woman knoded as her and the rest of the slaves along with trent ran back to the house, marcus checked if vanne was near, but there was no sign of him, "Damn you vanne", marcus thought as he hurried away seeing a figure coming, "Dont you move a muscle you slave ass, or you'll end up like your friend here!", the slavemaster held up vannes head, "He tried killing one of my men, but we got him before he could strike, dont worry he did'nt feel a think... To bad, but you will!", three slavers walked up behind the slavemaster, "KILL HIM", the three slavers charged towards marcus with knifes, and a sword, as marcus pulled out his .45 pistol, firing a whole clip into the slavers, the slavers fell to the ground, as one of the bullets hit the slavemaster in the left leg, he yelled out in agony falling to the ground holding his leg, marcus saw that trent was running back, but marcus ran towards him grabbing him by the sleeve nearly throwing him off balance, two slavers ran up to the slave master, as the two vault dwellers ran into the wasteland darkness toward the house...

After what felt like a lifetime of running, the tired and hungry men made it to the house. Trent walked into the kitchen, dropped his dufflebag on the floor, and sat on a chair that was leaning up against a wall with an exceptionally large hole in it.

After catching his breath, he stood up and kicked the chair over. Shouting obscenities, he grabbed the nearest objects he could find and threw them where he saw fit.

Trent grabbed a toaster, and was ready to throw it out a window, when his eyes met with one of the former slaves that had cautiously entered the room. It was a little girl. In her eyes, he could see sympathy, with a hint of fear. He looked at the toaster he was preparing to throw, then looked back at the little girl.

He put the toaster back on the table. "It's going to be okay, mister!" said the girl with a smile. Trent faked a smile the best that he could and patted the girl on the head softly. He walked over to his dufflebag, picked it up, and headed to the window in the living room to keep an eye out for danger.

Marcus ran into the house looking at all the slaves that had come out of the slave cage, and his friends from the vault, "Trent where are you, we need to get the hell out of here, the slavers their going to be looking for us!", trent walked out of the kitchen of the house, along with a little girl standing next to him, "Where's that woman?..", the woman walked down the stairs quietly looking at marcus, "What is it?", marcus looked at the woman with a sturn face, "We need to get the hell out of here, now, show us the way to your settlement", trent and marcus began to help the others gather things that would be useful in their travels, as the sound of footsteps crept along the side of the house, marcus and the group froze exactly where they stood, "Damn slaves, almost killed the boss, I dont think their around here, lets get back to camp", the slavers walked near the front door, as marcus and trent quickly burst through the front door, slicing the slavers throuts, "We need to move", marcus said as the group rushed out the door headed in the direction of the settlement...

Name
William "dike", Never mentions his last name.

Age
36

Biography
William "dike" was captured by the Enclave when he was just a boy at first he thought they would help but after seperating him from his family and placing him in a VertiBerd labour camp. There he was fed little and worked hard till he was 33 years old, upon hearing the news of his last remaining childhood friends death in the camp he decided he was going to steal a VertiBird and make a break for it using the weapons inside blast his way out of the camp taking all the other slaves with him. William being unlucky as he is ended up stealing a contraband and supplies VertiBird, having already short 16 shots to kill the pilot and with only his stolen 9mm now empty, he was forced to attempt to fly his way out.
Setting the VertiBird to AutoPilot towards another Enclave base the VertiBird took off. About 30 minuits into the flight William was fully suited into unused CoPilot Power armour and protected enough to attempt to land himself, as he did not like the idea of continuing the AutoPilot straight into the 2nd Enclave Base, and hide from his persuers.
His last 3 years he consumed all the alchohol and all the flamer fuel living in and deffending a building near to where he crashed.

Appearance
Naked he is a skeleton of a man, ribs clearly visable through his chest, he has many burn marks on his arms and legs, a shaved head.

Mental
Very much mentally unstable, has a tendancy to match the cruelty of others with his own and the generocity of others again with his own. This causes him to mirrow the charicters of those he meets.
The increadably ammount of alchohol he has consumed along with drugs such as rad-x, radaway and menants have given him some strange personality quirks.

Traits
+Big guns, although he cannot use them accurately he keeps firing, in the general direction, untill they fall over.)
+Science; since escaping captivity by chance stealing a VertiBird mostly comptaining contraband spirits and alchohol he managed to drink all 60 gallons of it, this gave him the need to learn to build his own distillary to produce his own alchohol from fermenting radioactive fruit. After achieving this his facination of chemicals grew.)
+Explosives, His facination of chemicals grew leading to him brewing strange concoptions, also his failed attempts at alchohol lead to deadly acids which he bottles useful for burning through locks and the occasional radscorpion. Again like Big guns hes not accurate with explosives but he just keeps throwing those home made fire bombs and grenades till the enemys fall over.

Equipment
Damaged VertiBird (crash landed)
-2 Suits of Enclave Power assisted armour (one shot to hell covered in blood, the other was warn by him in the crash and is badly damaged)
-"Tipsey" A beat up minigun, 5 backpacks of 5mm ammo (approx 1500)
-"Sparticus" A very damaged flamer moddified to use VertiBert fuel, this caused it to burn too hot for the weapon excess use causes the barrel to melt. (already some melting) About 30 litres of VertiBird fuel.
Building
-General items found around the old house he lives in.
-Several bottles of acid, (12) home made HE grenades and (42) home made petrol bombs. (as homemade have a tendancy to be unreliable)
-Thousands of empty spirit and beer bottles, Alteast 100 refilled with home brewed "rad fruit beer"
-Radaway (38 Doses), Rad-x (20 Doses), Simpacks (3) (His failed chemical experiments have forced him to use most of his supply to deal with his burns) and Menants (2 packs of 3).
-Lots of pre-war maps locating possibly useful locations.
*hospitals, bars, super stores, pharmacies, some vaults, roads, schools and universities.

Clothing/Armor
When found William is wearing a womens dressing gown with dirt, blood and liquour stains. No armour.
(alternate armour is the crash damaged enclave armour)

Weapons
"Tipsey" his mini gun.
(alternate weapon Sparticus, modified flamer)

The day finally came as the group hid in a ditch on the leftside of the road, as well as hid behind a large hill of dirt on the same side, marcus and the rest of the vault dwellers had their weapons drawn while the slaves were equiped with stones and pipes, as a small group of about five slavers walked by, "[censored] heat, why do we have to be searching for runaway slaves, while the rest of the camp gets to go back to Osiris and rearm?", the two of the slavers shrugged as one of the slavers in front answered, "Because it was your job to keep the slaves safe, but you did'nt even go check on them!", one of the slaves slowly moved from behind the dirt hill to get a better look, knocking a small rock down the hill, the one of the slavers heard the small disturbance, as he motioned quietly to the others who began walking towards the hill, marcus and the other vault dwellers, stayed quiet on the otherside of the road, watching as the slavers walked towards the dirt hill, marcus signalled to the group to fire when he fired the first round, the group knoded, as marcus quickly stood up, holding his .45 pistol, firing three shots into one of the slavers, knocking him down, trent and the rest of the group quickly stood up, as the three surviving slavers turned around...

Name - Gabriel Ramsay

Age - 30

Skills - Small Guns, Barter, Unarmed Combat

Appearance - 6'0, Sloppy black hair, Green eyes. a few days worth of stubble, reasonably muscled build

Clothing - Brown pants, black belt, Black Boots. A dark green duster that's such a piece of junk it's practically fifty percent patches at this point. Grey fingerless gloves

Weapons - Beat to hell Hunting Rifle.

Equipment - Rifle strap (Strapped to his back, around his chest.) Duffel Bag filled with rifle rounds (25), a busted old radio and a hundred caps. All he owns.

Biography - Gabriel grew up in a small settlement out in the wastes, surrounded by old military men with passing memories of the old states. They imparted in him an idealized vision of the world-that-used-to-be. Growing up in the waste, everyday life demands he learned to fight for everything. He learned to handle a weapon at an early age. He journeys around the wastes now, finding whatever work he can and hoping that someday he'll find a way to bring back the states that were.



Mental - Gabe's a hunter, first and foremost. Growing up in the camps he grew up in every youth was forced to adapt at an early age. He believes in every man carrying their own weight. Gabe speaks with an honest sort of charm, and will always keep his word if able. He's heard a million stories about the Old States and it's those stories that motivate him through his days. He hates slavers and is scared to death of supermutants.

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Gabriel Ramsay had an eye.

Maybe it was his line of work. Maybe hunting had naturally geared him toward it. Maybe it was growing up in the waste and always needing to be able to catch the latest threat. Maybe. The origin of his skills didn't matter, what mattered was the results. He was laying on the ground about five hundred yards from the firefight that had just erupted staring down the shaft of the rifle at the slavers. He'd been tracking them for a few hours, nodded off to sleep up ahead where he'd expected them to pass on through and woke up to the sound of gunfire. Bloody wonderful. Now, the others? The jumpsuits were like nothing he'd ever seen before but they seemed reasonably competent with their weapons. By his proud eye anyway.

He drew a bead on one of the slavers, three left by his count, and svcked in a breath. The rifle braced against his shoulder. Had to compensate for how beaten up the gun was. had to make sure not to let the sharp rocks jabbing him in the stomach distract him. Had to make it perfect. Gabriel ever so slowly pulled the trigger back, with the most delicate touch he could manage. The rifle issued a crack, one round sent flying off toward it's destination.

"Slavers." He muttered, contempt clear in his voice.

as the gunfire continued, a loud cracking sound erupted behind marcus and the group, while one of the slavers fell to the ground with a huge hole in his chest, the other slaver layed down his 10mm pistol, as the slaves began to kick him, marcus ran over to the slaves breaking them up,"Stop damn it, we can use him to our advantage", marcus pulled the slaver up off the ground as he looked towards the direction that the shot had come from, a tall man stood near a burned out patch of trees. Marcus looked at the man, weary of who he was, he seemed to be very tall, marcus guessed about 6'0, and threw the slaver to the ground looking at the slaves, "Dont you kill him, we'll need him", one of the male slaves looked marcus puzzled, "Why the ****, would we need him, you've seen what we've gone threw!", marcus did'nt listen to the slave, as he waved cautiously to the mysterious man, "Who the hell are you... Your not some kind of psycho are you?", marcus said jokingly and seriously, he held his .45 pistol in hand just incase something did happen.

Marcus spoke again, "That was a good shot!.. How long you been out here?", marcus looked at the man who seemed to have been out in the wasteland for quite some time...

Once he knew he'd been sighted, Gabriel pulled himself up to his feet and started to walk toward them. He kept the rifle trained on the stranger speaking to him. They were still a mystery, and with situations like this you only needed to shoot one of them to prove how serious you were to the others. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. Of course, the gun was empty now so he was really hoping the man wouldn't call his bluff.

"Either one of you move, I'll put another one right between your eyes." He said starkly, staring past Marcus for the moment. Once it seemed clear they had no intentions of going after them he turned his gaze to him "Out here? Around here? I don't know. Few days in the area."

There was no other life but the wastes for Gabriel. He lowered the gun, having decided that the strangers didn't represent a serious threat.

"These people going to be okay?" He nodded his head toward the slaves, his brow furrowed with clear concern.

Marcus could see that the man was no real threat to the group, but was still suspect about the wastelander, "Well me and my group of compadres, are headed to some settlement not far from here, its called riverdam or something like that, one of the slaves over there, (Marcus pointed to the group) lives or lived their, and we're headed their, but the slave said that it would take us about a week to get their from here, the slave said there was a pass that was faster... About half a week, but said it was crawling with raiders, you would'nt happen to know what the slave is talking about would you?", marcus quited down letting the man speak, he usually did'nt talk that much or that fast.

Marcus and the man walked over to the group, as the man talked, marcus motioned for the slaves to hang the slaver in that burned out tree, just to give warning to the slavers passing through...

Gabriel thought for a couple of moments as they dragged the slaver toward the tree. Normally, he'd have objections to using a man as a signpost but all his normal rules went out the window when he dealt with slavers. He put his hand over his brow to block out the light and caught a few of up ahead "I know where they mean. Winds through a section up ahead, rocky ground outside of it."

Every instinct said to leave them be. Strangers could stab you in the back in a second if you weren't careful. He carefully swung the gun behind him and locked it into the strap, making sure to leave the back end dangling just out of his coat. They needed to know he was armed. Just in case. "I can guide you on to Riverdam, if you'd not the company. Might as well get these people back home." He wasn't looking at Marcus by this point, it was the briefest eye contact before he was paying attention to the rest of the crew and to the slaves again "People got no call being treated like this. None."

"What's your story, stranger?"

William was tottering around his humble dwelling. Well the one he assumed ownership of anyway.
In the middle of the room the VertiBird fuel tank, cut out and welded onto a frame, it bubbled and a disusting smell poured out to fill the room.
His homemade distillary, one of his proudest achievements, provided him with heating for his home and liquour for his gut, warm and drunk William was a happy man.
He wandered around the room listening to the gun fire in the distance, he couldnt look to see what the commotion was as all the windows where covered up.
A long while ago had learnt from his mistakes the gentle glow in the windows from the fire below his distillary had once been the reason for a unexpected visit from a very pathetic group of raiders. Back then he used to stand next to the tank and heat it himself with his flamer "Sparticus". The smell of their burnt flesh and charred bones hung around for a while...

Marcus looked as the dead slaver was hung in the tree with a small sign hung around his neck saying, Slavers beware, marcus thought the saying was simple but to the point. Marcus looked back at the strange man, as he talked about the pass, "We could use the help, me and my crew are the only ones who are well armed and the slaves are only armed with rocks, pipes, sticks, and knifes", marcus looked in the direction to the pass, as he saw a house, maybe theirs some supplies in that house we could get some for the trek to riverdam", marcus motioned to the group to follow him and the stranger, as they walked and the stranger asked about him, "My story, theres not much to tell when you live in a vault most of your life, we left the vault to find a cure for a strange flu virus, that was killing everyone. Me and four others left the vault to hopefully find a cure, but we got so side-tracked with the slavers and now were helping the slaves, that their all probably dead by now, and were down one friend", marcus thought for a moment about vanne as they walked over to the "deserted" house. It was getting dark, probably about six, as the group walked up to the house a strong vile smell came from it, marcus thought something might have died and was rotting away inside, but he knew that the group would need supplies to make it through the pass. Marcus opened the door as even a stronger version of the vile stench hit him, he stepped in quickly suddenly realizing a man was standing in what looked to be the kitchen with a , marcus quickly drew his .45 pistol ignoring the stench as did the others, "What the hell is going on here, whats with the smell?"...

Jack was following Marcus after hanging the slaver to the tree to the house with there new companion. But when arriving to the house then stench was umarable. When Jack entered the room to see what the stench was he saw Marcus with his gun drawn. Jack then began to cough vioently. He then rushed out off the house as the stench was bearable no longer. He then yelled " Does anybody have a drink. " while still coughing.

Life in the wasteland hit Trent and the others fast after leaving the comfort and safety of Vault 55. So much had happened in such little time. That was what came to Trent's mind as he watched the dead slaver's limp body dangle from the tree. The tree was as ugly as the slaver was. Burnt and a testament to what the world had become thanks to the bombs that dropped.

Trent noticed something in the slaver's pocket and decided to see what it was. A bottle of whiskey ... unopened. Trent zipped open his dufflebag and placed it inside. He noticed some of his contents were missing. He realized the slavers must have helped themselves to what they wanted. "Bastards." muttered Trent as he checked to see what was taken.

All his caps were gone. Broken radio? Gone. Stimpacks and Rad-Away? All gone. "Food!" His Cheesypoofs were still there and unopened. He decided he'd share it with the others as soon as they found a place to rest. Surprisingly, all his shotgun shells were still in the bag. It seemed like there was a lot more of them than what he had put in there. In fact, he knew there was more, because it looked like well over the thirty shells he had kept in there previously.

"Looks like someone planned on keeping you." he said as he stared at his dufflebag. "Looks like they didn't get to." Trent felt around to see what else was in the bag. His hat was in there that said "G.E.C.K.? We don't need no stinking G.E.C.K.!". At least he thought it was funny. Trent noticed something inside the hat. "Ahhhhh .... there's my baby." Trent put his black shades on and grinned a bit.

Trent took his hat out of the bag and zipped it up. He noticed the rest of the group was making their way to some house off in the distance. He was about to follow, but he stopped and looked back at the slaver. "Vanne says "Hi." you slaver son of a *****." Trent then put his hat on the dead slaver's head, turned, and ran to catch up with everybody.

A walk or two later and he was at the house with the rest of the gang. He thought it best to stay outside and play lookout in case "Farmer John" and his brothers were coming home late from work and decided they didn't like visitors. Trent sat down by the door of the house and leaned up against the wall. He leaned forward a bit and unholstered his shotgun. He set it on his lap and then proceeded to unzip his dufflebag. He grabbed some shells and reloaded the gun, then he grabbed the bottle of whiskey. He unscrewed it and took a sip.

As he stared off into the distance, the door of the house burst open. Trent's put his whiskey at his side quickly, grabbed his shotgun, and aimed it towards who or whatever was coming out of the house. It was one of the new guys. The one he met back at the hamster cages. He had a look on his face like he had just been sprayed by one of those skunk animals that Trent read about in one of his comic books as a child in the vault.

The man asked for a drink, but he looked as if he was talking to thin air. Trent grabbed his whiskey bottle and lifted it up toward the man. "They call me Trent. Don't get used to the name though, people have a fantastic way of dying quickly around here." he said half joking.

William heard the bustle of people approaching much clearer after the gunfire had ceased. He could now clearly hear the group of what he thought maybe three to five people. He heard a door bust open and instantly knew where they were.
William giggled to himself; he could now audibly hear one member of the group wailing about the dreadful smell. He now just had to wait, would they run in terror when they found the, now probably mostly decomposed, charred and burnt remains of the raiders. Or would they try find the culprit which sent them to their horrible deaths, him. He tightened his grip on "Tipsey" and eased back in his chair facing the door.

He began to think of the note burnt into the door with some sort of acid read.
"Knock, and await my responce. I shall offer you food and drink.
Do anything to the contrary. I shall give you death."

Now William just had to wait, heart heavy and slow.
A question floated through his mind, 'Would "Tipsey" kill someone through the door or would he have to wait for them to open it?'
But maybe it wouldnt come to that...

Some where out in the wasteland...

"I dont like this, no one was supposed to leave or anything of that nature. We need to find those people now, if they find out what happened, they'll... I dont know what they could do!", the man stepped back revealing himself as some kind of medical doctor or scientist, he looked a little hysterical, and talked with a mildly high voice, and wore broken glasses, that seemed to be over used. As the scientist stepped back, a large figure in some kind of armor looked down at the man, "Do not worry Dr. Figlure, my men can find them in no time, as we speak, my men are traveling the wasteland scouring the area for any sight or rumor of the vault dwellers, they will be delt with accordingly", the figure in the amor walked off into some other room, as the Doctor returned to his desk and papers, looking on with a worried and distraught face.

Back at the house...

Marcus placed his pistol in his holster, as more of the group walked into the room, weapons drawn. The man seemed surprised to see them, "Who the hell are you?", marcus asked again looking at the man, the group seemed to be wondering the samething, as the man approached them...

Still coughing Jack thanked Trent for the drink. After thanking Trent Jack took a big swig of whiskey. After the drink Jack thanked Trent and told him to not to go in there. As Jack was walking away he tured and asked Trent "Hey, where are we going to find this cure?"........

Trent thought about Jack's question for a moment and chuckled a bit. "You know ... I have no idea." His answer made him feel uneasy. There they were, the "heroes" of Vault 55, sent out in a world they've never known, to find a cure that could be anywhere, or not even exist in the first place. Everyone was a stranger to them, and everything dangerous until proven otherwise.

Trent pushed the thought out of his head ... at least for the moment. "Are you going to tell me your name, or am I going to have to keep referring to you as the new guy?" asked Trent as he rose to his feet. Though he barely knew him, Trent had a respect for Jack. Mainly because Jack was making it sound like he was with them for the long haul, and for being a stranger who barely knew them, Trent thought it was big of him.

Some where in the Wasteland

The doctor is busy looking over his papers, when a large holographic face of a man appears on his desk in front of him, "Hello Doctor, it seems you've had some problems with my request to capture those who escaped, why?", the doctor looks at the man for a moment suddenly tensing up, "Its not that I have a problem with your request, its how Ho is going aling doing it, he'd rather kill them than capture them for study or questioning...", the hologram looks at the doctor who seems to be sweating a bit, "Dont worry doctor, I will have a talk with Captain Ho, before he leaves to setup a command post in the settlement of Riverdam", the doctor knodes as the hologram twitches a bit before disapearing, "I have to get out there", the doctor thinks sitting back in his chair...

Back at the house

After things began to settle down, marcus and the rest of the vault dwellers along with their new friends sit in the living room and begin to look over a map, and talk about their way to Riverdam, "I think we should take the pass, but we need to know that there is'nt any raiders or slavers waiting for us at the end, or waiting to ambush us!", marcus points at what seems to be a small hurding path, through the pass, that seemed to go in a safer direction, "What about that path, could we pass through their?..", a slave walks into the room, obviously over hearing the conversation, it was the woman from the cage, "I've been on that path, its full of wasteland scum, raiders, slavers, you name it that path has got it, our only way is through the pass, once we make it through the pass we're clear to Riverdam, nothing ever stands between Riverdam and that pass, not even slavers!", marcus looks at the woman curiously, "Are you sure?", the woman knods at him, as he looks at the three wastelanders, "What do you guys think?"...

Some where in the Wasteland

A large figure walks into a dim lighted room, stopping at attension, with his helmet under his arm saluting in an odd way (Similar to the US, salute), "Captain Ho reporting sir!", the man lowers his hand facing a huge holographic face, "Captain Ho, it has come to my attension that you would rather kill than capture our fugatives, I do not want them dead, capture them at all cost I dont care how much time it takes... Oh and another thing Captain, take Doctor Figlure with you!", the captain salutes quickly turning around and walking off, placing his helmet on...

Willaim grows tired... He knew he was growing tired.
Tired men cant deffend themselves
William was disturbed by the disreguard to the stench of rotting raider... He didnt understand how they could cope with the smell.
As time passed and they settled more and more into the house he felt less and less at ease. Since first arriving a family of molerats had lived in the house and he had waited for them to leave... These werent a family of molerats though eventualy they would see the great hunk of metal in the garden and be suspicious, maybe even try to steal his birdy.
Anger grew insided him, the skinfull of alchohol he had consumed didnt really help him calm down either.

He was at a crossroad and he must pick a road before then end of tonight.
William had managed to convince himself that if he fell asleep he would either wake up with no possetions or wake up, dead.

He began the methodical task or climbign into the Co-pilots armour.
After the crash it probably wasnt very good at stopping bullets, but it made him look scary and if that would tip the battle in his favour, he would exploit it.

As the night grew the group decided to stay at the house, at least it would give them some protection from the wasteland. They all fell asleep some what excited for tomorrow, marcus though was not sure what tomorrow would bring, death, slavery, he thought of many things that could go wrong. The next morning the group geared up and left the house, trekking into the pass, marcus looked around watching for any sign of danger...