As marcus knoded in reply to trents statement, he decided it best that the group should stay here. As the evening grew, the group muttered around the fire that they had made, keeping watch...

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Vanne woke up, all feeling dizzy and weird... "This never happened to me before" "I need to be stronger"
Tired, he asked "What happened?"

brian quickly shot out of his sleeping bag aiming his gun at vanne ''its just you'' brian said.
helping vanne up. he shot a round into the air waking the other vault members. ''time to get moving''

"ow, ow, calm down, don't just wake up everyone, tell me what happened!"
Vanne said, tired, dizzy, while taking deepbreath and looking what the wateland. "I am really out here"

''the goul pushed you down and you hit you head it was quit hularious actually''
''you wanna see him'' brian pulled the tarp off of the goul reveling a goul with a smashed head
''i think we should explore a little while everyones sleeping'' brian said quitly

"Haha, [censored] man, I am glad I have good friends... aah, let's go explore a little, this time, I will be more careful...C'mon man I follow you... hehe I hope we find some lost technology."
Vanne then stood up, seeing his 55 Jumpsuit torso part all screwed. Crap my clothes. He then got his things and got prepared. Let's do this"

loading his gun he lead the way through the waste land. brian smiled in amazment as he walked pass a dog witched joined them in there breif walk. ''so vanne what did you do in the vault before we left'' brian said smiling.
brian fead the dog some jerky rubbing his belly he noticed a cut on him. brian took out a stimpack ready to fix it

After walking a bit with Brian, they came across a dog.
"What a nice dog"
"The last thing I did in the Vault was, cry man. That flu killed the woman I loved. This is my chance to cure people and not let them suffer the same thing I suffered" Vanne said, while looking at the nice dog

''i lost everyone to'' brian started to cry but quickly wiped it away. we should head back before they notice that we arnt there. getting back up brian picked the young germen sheperd up heading back to camp. '' what was her name''
''your wife'' brian said with a painful expresion

"She wasn't my wife. The flu didn't even gave me a chance to talk to her. Her name was Karen" Vanne said, as he walked along the wasteland, with just the sound of silence. "Earth became a quiet place after the boms fell", he thought.

reaching the camp brian told vanne they they dont tell the others about the trip.
sneaking back into his sleeping bag he opend it enough for the dog to crawl through and lay down making a loud noise the rest of the group awoke unaware of were they went.

"Uh oh, you woke them." Vanne stood there, waiting for them to really wake up to tell them what happened." "Crap, hehe"

Trent didn't sleep much. How could he? There could be all sorts of critters and other enemies scurrying about waiting for a midnight snack. Add that to the fact that he was spending his first night outside of a comfortable vault 55 bedroom and into a whole new world he had never before seen, and you have the means for little to no sleep at all.

Trent overheard Brian and Vanne returning to the campsite. He could tell they were doing their best to be quiet about it, but they were doing a terrible job. So much for that obeying orders and organization speech. Oh yeah ... we're going to last a real long time out here. A real long time.

Trent leaned up and stretched a bit, letting out a quiet yawn. He noticed Key mumbling something in her sleep, but he couldn't make out what. Whatever it was, he hoped she was having a sweet dream. As Vanne and Brian headed for their sleeping bags, the rest of the group began to wake up.

OOC: Sorry was went party other night. Been recovering since hehe.

Key dreamt of her childhood memories in the vault, playing with her friends. The memories of her family made her smile and talk in her sleep, mid speech She heard Brian and Vanne walk back to the camp. Key woke with a start, looking around wildly.

After realizing where she was she groaned and lay back down, rubbing her eyes. She sat up and looked around at the members again, she stretched and yawned.

After a good night sleep, (or not) the group woke up. Vanne yawned and said "Are we ready to loook for this cure?"
"Was your first sleep outside good?"

Marcus stood up stretching as he looked around to see four mysterious figures walking towards them, "What the hell, who are those people, everyone get your gun ready"....

Trent could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer as he quietly reached for his dufflebag, opened it up, pulled out some shells, loaded his gun as quietly as possible, and rose to his feet. He kneeled down on one knee, and aimed toward the noise. He kept one ear open for any orders from Marcus, and his other ear on the noise ahead of them.

Marcus grabbed his hunting rifle, as the four mysterious figures continued towards the group...

brian also grabbed his rifle loading it the dog brian was consealing jumped out and started sniffing

''shh dog'' brian said quitly to the puppy

''what do you think it is marcus''

Marcus continued to look at the four figures walking towards them, when brian pulled out a dog, marcus looked at brian, "What the hell... Why did you bring a dog, this is no place for a dog...", marcus looked back at the four figures, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS?", marcus said looking at the lead figure, the figures drew their rifles, as they echoed into the ears of the group, laser blasts flew past marcus's and the groups head...

Earlier, while the others were sleeping, Trent had taken a mental note of their surroundings, and he had noticed that they had no cover to speak of, in case a situation like this had occured. The best they had was a rusty old barrel they put trash in and lit on fire to warm themselves with. Their sleeping bags were layed out around it.

There was a small mountain of garbage that they could have retreated behind had Trent thought of it earlier, but at the time his mind was occupied with everything from their mission to find a cure, to their new life outside the vault. A mistake he would later punish himself mentally for, if they managed to survive this encounter.

The laser blasts were coming from the very spot Trent had thought would make a good defense point. "At least someone's using their brain today." Trent thought. He would have slapped his forehead in embarassment for himself if he didn't need his hands for his shotgun.

*BZZZZZRT!* The sound of a laser beam zipping inches away from his ear slightly rattled him, but he kept his composure. He wasn't sure if whoever it was shooting the laser was friend or foe, but he hadn't forgotten the others that were ahead of him.

Were the vault dwellers being flanked, or was someone trying to help them? It's moments like these where taking too long to think, and not enough time to shoot can mean the end of your life. Trent decided to fire towards the people that had first approached, and hoped the person or persons behind him were trying to help.

"Marcus!" he shouted as he let off a few rounds. "What's the gameplan?"

Marcus fired a few round towards the four figures still marching towards them firing, looking towards trent, "STOP SHOOTING!", marcus yelled at trent looking back at the four figures, "Stop... We need some help", the four figures ceased and began to run up to the group...

Name: Paladin Commander Ren "Ed" Edwards

Age: 37

Skills: Small guns, Traps, Repair

appearance: worn by age stress, combat, and the harsh environment, heavy scarring around right eye, unshaven, dark hair (gray has begun to show), iron jawed and built like a bull dog

clothing/armor: Brotherhood of Steel power armor mkII that has seen its fair shair of combat, w/o helmet, heavy boots, and power guantlets, knife sheathed on left arm, side arm in drop holster on right hip, small storage back pack, storage packs around belt, grenade bag on left hip

weapons: G36 w/ grenade luancher attachment an dtwin drum magazine, combat knife, several hand and luancher grenades (various types), Mossberg Model 590A1 combat shotgun, amd a Smith and wesson 500 revolver w/ 8" barrel, brass knuckles

Equipment: several stimpacks and medical supplies, spare ammunition, repair kit, BOS rations, radio, PIP Boy computer, and a change of socks

Biography: A Brotherhood of Steel member from the south. Currently stationed with the Chicago contingency to help enforce its hold up North and to aid in fighting back the still dangerous supermutant threat. He is well versed in all forms of combat (especially those that involve explosives), and take apart and fix just about anything. He enjoys the occasional good book, his cigars, and blowing stuff up.

Mental: A fair natured man that can easily switch to a no-nonsense-turn-you-inside-out-and-make-wish-you-were-dead-if-you-piss-him-off kind of guy. a long service and life in the wasteland has not been kind to this man. some see him as mentally unstable ass, others don't look. his morals and ethics are strong enfoced by his southern heritage and training with few having yet to out work him. He is tormented by the loss of his wife and young son to raiders and often can fall into depression for periods of time. he is strong willed and will stop at nothing to protect what he cares about



The four figures arrived at the group. Once there they all formed into a line facing the them, three kneeled weapons airmed and ready. Mechanical Power Armor covered each of them from head to toe, silently wirring and buzzing at thier every move. The one still standing (the only one holding a balistic weapon) took a cuatious step foward and with the suit's intercom accompaning his own gruff and raspy voice he asked demandingly:

Who the hell are you!

Name: Mike

Age: 21

traits: Small guns, science, Sneak

appearance: Neck length red hair, handsome face, athletic build

clothing/armor: white t-shirt, kahki cargo pants, cowboy hat, sunglasses

weapons: Sniper Rifle with strap (80 rounds), 2 .44 Magnums with hip holsters (84 rounds), Repeater rifle with strap (50 rounds), hunting knife

Equipment: 1 stimpak

Biography: Mike didn't know his parents. He doesn't even know how he ended up in the wasteland, but he's been there as long as he can remember. He just woke up one day, and there he was. He got himself some weapons, and was once a merc. Now, he's on his last leg.

Mental: He's a pretty relaxed guy. He likes beer. He's also calm in combat and has been known to joke around in the middle of a fight. If you help him, he'll help you.


Mike crawled along the wasteland. He was close to dead. He had to drop his pack to get away from those Super Mutants. Now he was out here dying of thirst. He saw a group of people out in the distance. He quickly screamed, "Help me!" He hoped that everyone there was peaceful, and that at least one person had some water.

He crawled closer to the group and screamed, "Please help me! I need water!" one last time before he passed out.