As the squad made their final push towards the mortar team, a knight rushed captain smith, knocking him to the ground, "F***ER!", the knight punched and punched the captains helmet, as the captain reached for the Tesla Switch, "EVER HAD... FRIED KNIGHT BEFOREEE... A**HOLE", the captain flipped the switch but nothing happened. The knight contiued to punch the captain, when the captain quickly pulled out his combat knife stabbing it into the knights exsposed jugular, "TAKE THIS MOTHERF***ER!", the knight lept back falling to the ground pulling the knife out of his neck; The knight gargled in his own blood as he fell to the ground twitching. Smith hopped back onto his feet, sheathing his knife and unholstering his plasma pistol, he ran to the mortar team as the two mortar-men looked up shocked to see a Enclave Trooper holding a plasma pistol in their face, "Eat this a**holes, I'm getting sick of you and your friends", the plasma pistol crackled to life as the first rebel fell to the ground with a large burning hole in his chest, while the other rebel tried to run, he did'nt get far, before the captain tackled him to the ground and quickly turned him into green goo. The captain looked at the squad as they contiued to fight on as brave enclave troopers, "Pull back to base, watch yourself's... PULL BACK!", the captain rushed to his squad as they made their way back to the base...

When he saw Cpt. Smith almost get dead out there, Pvt. John started shooting all the remaining rebels, he was full of anger. They finnally killed most of them, when Pvt. John saw that Cpt. Smith was fine, he took a long breath "Phew".
Them he heard the orders to pull back. When they were pulling back, he walked and shooted the bodies to make sure all of them were dead. They paid the price for harming his Captain. After that he just followed Cpt. Smith to the base.

OOC----
Hey all we are gonna get hit with a max post limit soon.. do you want us to repost the story and keep it rolling.. or come up with an ending for the RP??

Max suddenly caught sight of his group falling back towards the fort...
He stopped firing at general dangerous targets and began to target the ones dangerous to his group...
Phzzz... A man with a grenade falls to the floor..
Phzzz... A women holding a fire axe about to strike John
Phzzz... A large brotherhood knight in Power armour wierlding a ripper...


Max counted the member of the group retreating...

Capt Smith, John, Rube... Kyle?

He shouted across the Fort
"Kyle??"

Searching with his scope he saw a unmoving Enclave soldier under a BoS knight...
Remembering his own situation he considered the possibility the soldier was still alive, he switched his targetting again now killing anything that got close to the fallen Enclave soldier...

OOC:
REPOST !!!
*Huge Grin*
Thats my vote...

(Off to bed:
Max continues to provide cover to the group as they fall back to the fort, occasionaly turning his weapon inside to fort to shoot some of the remaining raiders running riot around the base... When its all over Max will take a shower as he is still wearing a blood soaked vest under his combat armour...)

OCC: repost and im going to play some vid games. So dont kill me.

Kyle laid on the ground and watched in horror as the squad pulled back, he still couldn't move his legs and was pinned by the dead paladin. He tried to move the paladin but he had no leverage on him...

He thought he was down for as some paladins aprroached, their faces lit up at the sight of the down soldier. He heard a few low zaps and saw the paladin had been dropped and the others were killed in short order.

OOC: I vote repost


Also playing Fallout Online

As the squad continued to the base, Captain Smith saw that Pvt. Kyle was pinned down by a dead paladin, "Everyone keep moving back, I've got to get Pvt. Kyle!", the captain watched as the squad contiued to the base. The captain rushed over to the Private, "Hold on Private, I'll get you free in a minute", before the captain could pull the paladin off the private, a knight rushed to him knocking him to the ground, "F***!", the captain reached for the tesla switch once more hoping that it would work, "EAT S*** A**HOLE!", the captain flipped the switch reaching for his plasma pistol, but luckly this time the tesla coils worked; The coils erupted once more shocking the knight off of him, the captain quickly got to his feet, and fired into the knights body armor, turning him into green goo, S*** that was close, the captain quickly turned his attension back onto the private, who was still under the paladin.
The paladin was heavy, but the Tesla Armor gave smith the extra bit of strength, he quickly rolled the the paladin off the private. "Lets get the hell back to base!", the private knoded as the two ran back to the base. The large doors closed behind them.

OCC: I'm done for the night.

(Earlier)

Rude used his combat knife to take care of about four rebels, one at a time. Those fights were easy, and he refused to waste ammo on easy targets. He killed one Paladin with a few well aimed shots of his plasma rifle, but was ambushed by two more of them shortly after.

He began to struggle as one of them pulled off his helmet, while the other one held his own knife to his throat. "Can you taste death? The grim reaper is waiting for you." grunted the Paladin holding the knife to his throat. "It is me that he's waiting for, but he gives me a break because I send him ***holes like you on a daily basis!" Rude shoved the Knight back a bit with his knee, and elbowed the other one behind him. He grabbed his plasma rifle off the ground and pumped the Knight with the knife full of microfusion cells, then he turned and made the other Knight into a green goo sandwich.

Pleased with himself, he picked up his helmet and put it back on. "Tell grim I'll keep 'em comin'." He followed behind John and Kyle shortly after. A short time later, he watched as Captain Smith made good use of his Tesla Coils. "Fried Paladin ... deliciou .." Before he could finish, he received a hard pat on the back from a giant bear.

A Y ... Yogi? Here? Rude called them "Yogis". Apparently the rebels had trained some to aid them in warfare. Tough luck for Rude, and especially his back, which still stung from the razor sharp nails that had just dug into it right through his armor. Rude ignored the pain. He'd be in a lot more if he didn't move fast.

He lifted himself from the ground and jerked himself to the left. He knew the bear's next move would be to maul him to death, and he wasn't going to wait for it to get the job done. ****! My plasma! His gun had flown far enough from him when he was attacked by the bear that it would be a mistake to try and lunge for it now. He leapt to his feet, which was an impressive task given how heavy his armor was, but staring death in the eye will make a person do what needs doing, or die in the process.

Rude ran, hoping to catch sight of any weapon lying on the battlefield. He hoped for a miracle, his vicious persuer drawing ever closer. Then it dawned on him. He pulled a grenade from his waist, pulled the pin and tossed it at the bear. It landed in his mouth. It fell out of his mouth, but it still did the trick. A swarm of relief and unbelief fell over Rude, as he heard his Captain give the order to fall back to the base.

[OOC - Repost.]

Although the group was heading back to the Fort, the battle was not yet over...
Max and the defenders on the wall continued to pour fire into the ranks of the relentless horde.
He had discovered a very unexpected side effect of amping up the capafitance on his laser rifle...
Along with a very expected side effect that would hinder his use of the modded rifle...

As the Power Armoured Knights and Paladins began to dwindle Max started to target unarmoured rebels,
Max had never seen the effects of shooting an unarmoured enemy and was eager to see the effects...

Sighting his laser on a rebel holding a crude revolver Max squeesed the trigger, the beam hit the rebel square in the chest burning a hole streight through him...
However it did not stop there, it carried on through him hitting a rebel behind him in the leg, cutting it clean off... Falling to the ground the second rebel droped a crude petrol bomb engulfing several other rebels in fire...

"Holy [censored]..." Max gasped seeing the carnage he had caused with 1 shot...

Suddenly he realised his rifle had become increadably hot, Burning himself on his badly welded on cooling tubes he picked up a fallen soldiers weapon continuing to fire into the horde... No longer using his weapon in fear of damaging it...

A loud BANG echoes through the later hours of the day. The final gunshot of a battle hard fought. Captain Cyris stands his foot upon a dead rebel his .44 barrel smokes, the fallen soldiers around him calling out for aid. Many Enclave died this day, yet many Brotherhood fanatics and Rebels died as well. The Captain turns his head toward a small group of Rebels that they had captured, that were being dragged toward the Secure Cells for questioning.

That isn't going to be pretty, not after all this.

The enemy had retreated after Smith's team had begun to pin the Brotherhood against the defensive force by the main gate. The mortar fire had ceased, the gunfire had quieted. All that was left was the screaming.

The screaming, just like the bog... Captain Cyris looked down at his arm with the deep scars and remembered days gone past. Captain Smith's team had just begun to enter the walls of the barricades. The look on his face upon seeing the dead inside was immediate. Malik put a hand on his old friends shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, you did what any of us would have done. Just see to your men." Smith nodded numbly at him and continued on with his men to the Medical Tent. Many were going to the medical tent.

A voice came over the P.A system. -whining sound- All Officers, secure your zones then proceed to barracks to begin an after action report. De-Brief will be at 0500 hours tomorrow. -click-

Oh, boy looks like we're gonna get it for this one.

Malik marched over to his men at the main gate. They had by far been hit the worst. The units were exhausted, many simply slept where they lay. One man sat in a defensive bunker alone, all except Bear who sat next to him.

"What's the matter soldier?" The Captain inquired.
"Oh!, Sir!"

Captain Cyris made a dismissive gesture as the soldier made an attempt to stand.

"This grenade came through the window," the soldier held up a fragmentation grenade in his hand, the pin was absent, "but it didn't go off. Yet Paul took a piece of shrapnel from that car that exploded from way over there!" "Why didn't I die? Why did he die?"

Malik tilted his head at this and thought for a second. "Look son, War never changes. Whether you believe in a god, or Karma, or just plain luck. There is something out here that protects some, and takes others. If it didn't go, it wasn't your time. If it makes you feel better, spend the time you've been given in Paul's name."

The soldier simply put his head down and began to cry. Many Enclave Officers would have reprimanded any soldier found crying. Captain Malik Cyris wasn't a simple Enclave Officer though. He was a man before he was a soldier. Giving the man a solemn look, Captain Cyris left the bunker quietly and proceeded to Barracks to begin his after action report.


ooc- This soldier and paul are just random soldiers, not anyones character. Now is the time to say what your doing after the combat, or right at the end.

Smith quietly listened to the announcement, as troopers around him carried off bodies, limbs, and gathered themselfs together also looking at the carnage. I missed this damn place... F***ING Brotherhood!, smith thought walking into the barracks to write his report. Smith placed his Tesla Armor in his locker, and sat on his bunk in his green T-Shirt and boxer's, writing his report he thought for a moment, Damn I missed this place... I think my squad is finally ready, smith continued writing his report until chow time...

OCC: Yeah what SideWynder0 said about after the fight.

Towards the end of the battle Max's arms grew sore, his eyes grew tired and his knees ached...
Yet he was still killing at the same pace he had started at, what felt like such a long time ago, in the make shift sniper nest of the old bombarded and caved in Barracks...
Although he had to use a normal laser rifle as his precious modified one was becoming too hot the enemies where now too close and too lightly armoured for it to make any difference...
He dropped a soldier with every single shot fired and he fired almost as fast as it was possible to fire the laser rifle, targets where abundant and ammo was easy to claim off of the bodies of fallen brothers...

By the end of the long battle, Max's calm sniper reserve had broken... He had become mad with adrenaline and a feeling of almost invunrability...

"Come on you dead eye [censored]s!!!... Have you never had to shoot to save your skin???" It was uncertain whether he was shouting at his brothers or the attackers.
"Did you grow up in a ****ing vault?"

Eventually the battle drew to an end, the pathetic remains of the invading force ran like dogs... Some of them where rounded up and forced into the holding cells, the rest lay dead in mounds around the walls of the camp. The dead where scoured for usefull tech and equipment; then piled high outside the walls and burnt, the smell was horrible but the pleasure was great...
Max collected many of the Brotherhood laser rifles for spare parts and also found a nice new scope on a Brotherhood sniper almost as far as the mortor team...

After the battle Max followed suit with the majority of the Enclave soldiers who where not on guard duty; he had a shower and went to bed for a few hours sleep...

Afterwards he went to see Captain Cyris in his Office to properly say a thank you for pulling him out of the armoury...

That day Max had stared in the eyes of a rebel in a power armour suite and seen death and after the increadable twist of fate that saved him from his killer he found himself lying on his back looking up at more people trying to kill him...
That day Max was saved from death twice...

"Watch it, damnit!" grunted Rude as the beautiful blonde woman finished patching up his wounds. "Did I touch a nerve, tough guy?" she asked hiding a hint of laughter. "No, you touched a whole damn lot of nerves! Is this your first day? Did someone piss in your coffee this morning?" asked Rude.

"From the sounds of things, someone pissed in yours." she said, her grin quickly changing to a frown. Rude kept quiet. "What's your name, soldier?" she asked. "It's Rude. I'd ask you yours, but something tells me your life story and what you ate for breakfast would follow shortly after, and I'm waiting for Paladins to kill me, not old age."

The woman slapped Rude where she had patched him up. "You're all patched up, *Rude*. You can get the hell out now." "It's about damn time." he said. Rude stood up, hiding the pain he felt from his freshly slapped bear claw wound, and started making steps to the door. "It's Rachel. My name is Rachel. I figured I'd tell you anyway, because I may never see you again." she said.

The statement she had made implied that she may actually want to see him again, which he found kind of odd. "You'll see me again." he said quietly, his back still facing her. "I better." she replied. Rude paused for a moment, then left the tent.

0500 hours -Command Tent-
The meeting the next morning wasn't pretty. First off, the original commanding officer was dead. One of the rebel insurgents had slipped into his barracks and stabbed a lead pipe through his throat. Great way to start a meeting. Malik stood at attention next to Smith and the other officers as the acting commanding officer proceeded to explain his new plan on how things should run around here.

0800 hours - Barracks-
Malik sat at his desk and looked at the outline for the new defense plan. The Captain shook his head at the papers and pushed them away.

That's never gonna work. Lighten our forces for a direct attack on the enemy base ugh! Atleast my Platoon isn't getting picked for this suicide mission.

Leaning back in his chair, Captain Cyris watches the men in Smith's platoon file into the barracks. Their shift had resumed a little while after the initial attack, and recovery had started. Many of them looked tired, some defeated maybe? One soldier named Max actually came in and thanked him before the Debriefing that had set everyone in such a bad mood. Captain Cyris stood from his chair, took a second for a good long stretch and collapsed into his bunk.Bear crawled up onto the bunk next to her Master. Time for some shut eye! The loud whine of a Vertibird powering up nearby put Malik to sleep, as the first of the attack forces began to leave the camp.

There they go..

OOC- I'm moving from my old place into a house and need to get my internet transfered over, so I might not be able to post for a little bit, Strangelove will take over my guy incase he needs to advance the story.

0500 hrs -Command Tent-

The morning wind was brisk and cold. Smith and Malik stood together at attension in their officer's uniforms as the new commanding officer walked into the room, "Please be seated, my name is Lieutenant Colonel Jim Shurwood, and as you know, I'am the new commanding officer of Hill Site 56. I'am sorry about your last commanding officer, I heard he was a good man...", Smith and Malik looked at each other knowing that their last commander was'nt so great, "I and the rest of the Enclave forces have been listening to President Eden's Daily news reports of your battle's. I just want to say what a great job I think you men are doing, and that I think you'll agree with me on my new plans for this Hill Site...", the Colonel handed each of the men a folder with some battle plans and other paperwork inside, "You are excused gentleman", Smith and Malik saluted and exited the Officer's Hut. Smith and Malik's squad's were still on their perimiter patrol while the Captains parted ways to look over the battle plan's.

0900 hrs -Foxhole-

Smith sat in the foxhole looking over the paper's for the impending battle ahead. The paper's spoke of a large scale attack on the Brotherhood and Rebel town, consisting of the other half of the platoon, I'm not sure if Shurwood know's what's really going on here?. Smith looked up into the sky, as a Vertibird flew in to grab the rest of the platoon that had left an hour earlier, for the town. Smith got up dusted himself off and walked into the Barrack's, where his squad was resting from their routine patrol around the perimiter, I'm just glad that its not my squad going into the "Meat Grinder". Malik was sleeping next to "Bear", while smith undressed for the time, and slipped into bed...

Max's group had been lounging about for days now, although they had been on watch duty they grew bored...
Its is not true what they say...
"A solider not in the hot zone... Is not a happy solider..."
The days are long and your loved ones are far away,

If where fighting a war that needs to be fought,
lets just get bloody stuck in and get it over with.

After the huge raid on the forward base, everyone in the camp knew another raid would be very unlikely...
This is why the high command chose to prepare for the assault now... An assault that Max's group wouldnt be joining...
However rumours had been going round of a single group going on a reconnosence mission before the assault, Max had just got off watch and as he entered the Barracks he saw Kyle and Rube ready to go on watch...

"Hey guys, you think its gonna be us then? Far as I can see where the only damn troopers not going up in the damn birds." Max really wanted to leave camp, he was growing tired of the monotomy of Soldiering asthough it was peace time,
"Way I see it they think we got the most experiance, after all you hokerrs followed Capt. Smith into the rebel horde..."

Max waited for a responce for either of them, he knew they would give one eventually, it would probably be short and to the point though, after all they had only just woken up...

"... And the other group, from B Unit... They got a bollocking from the Captain a few weeks back, they messed up an opperation and lost 3 ****ing men, experienced men..." Max placed his rifle down on the bed next to him, he had now fixed the problem he discovered on the night of the raid and added two more cooling pipes...
"Come on guys where top of the tree now... That suicide mission is better than sitting around in bed half your life and the rest on watch duty, plus you know we'd pull it off..." Max smiled and lay down on the bed next to his over modified rifle...

"Anything is better then getting killed laying around here" Kyle replied.

"Just got to find something a little faster and need a scope for my 1903"

He knew his squad could pull it off.

He also needed something a little faster, even without having to work the bolt his rifle was slow. He went to find some gear....


OOC: Sorry, I had a little problem to deal with

"If it ain't us, I'll be damn surprised." Rude said as he watched Kyle leave. "Anything's better than the fart smell coming from the top bunk." he said as he stared up at the bottom of the bunk above him. "Remind me to shank Private Pork and Beans before he wakes up, Max." joked Rude.


Rude looked over at Max. "Are you going to marry your rifle anytime soon? If so, I'll be the best man." Rude wasn't much of a joker, but the sense of humor was really growing on him. It was all he could do to keep his mind off of other things.

The quiet is nice. Malik thought as he looked out over the ruins of the city in the distance. Every once in a while a dust cloud could be seen floating up. No sound, no gunfire, just the stirring of the wind. The men were getting anxious.

If I've found out one thing about soldiering. It's that there is a whole lot of rushing to wait. A soldiers life was allot of waiting followed by sporadic moments of adrenalin filled terror as you attempted to kill the other man before he killed you.

Enjoy the quiet while you can boys. It never lasts long...

The camp had all but been abandoned. Command had decided to make a go at the BoS base located in the city. No word had filtered back through any channels. President Eden's broadcasts had stopped acouple of days ago. Not that it really mattered anyway cause he always seemed to say the same things anyway. Makes one wonder if that mans not a machine or something. Captain Cyris snorted at this thought.

Thumbing his nose the Captain pushed off the barricade wall and proceeded toward the ramp down into the encampment. He stopped and looked out over the remaining troops. 2 platoons are all that remain of the garrison that had once filled this base. Even that officious [censored] Lieutenant Colonel Jim Shurwood had got on a Vertibird to oversee the combat.

Keep the wine chilled! Lieutenant Colonel Shurwood had said to Captain Malik Cyris.
Bastard...

Walking past the radio tent, Malik heard acouple of radio men arguing. "No there isn't anything wrong with the gear, yes I checked the receiver. No it's the signal it's kaput, gone. Well then you fix it!!"

Deciding it was best to check up on the men again Malik turned away. A sound brought the Captains head up to the horizion. 3 Vertibirds crested the horizion headed toward the camp. Malik let out a smile and jogged toward the barricades. As the birds drew closer something seemed amiss. Malik slowed to a walk, then stopped. A small group had begun to assemble around the Captain. Smith approached Malik with a grin.

"So they're finally back, maybe we'll get to have a go this ....time..."

The three Vertibirds drew closer. The center bird was smoking worse than a chimney and it was loosing altitude quickly. The other birds seemed on their last legs as well. One of the birds cockpits was completely blown apart. Pretty much leaving the console and the frame, no windscreen at all.

Turning to Smith and his squad. "Somethings not right, Get to the other squads! We need to clear the area for the birds, we are gonna have a hot landing coming in!"
Captain Malik Cyris turned to look at the incoming birds.

This is either really good... or really bad...

ooc- I'm only half on the net until tomorrow so I'll try to be back on to check on it thanks...

Name: Aest Skystriker
Age: 26
Rank: Private (going for Mini-gunner)
Personality: A hushed person, very social but not talkitive

Backround: Aest is a new Soldier in the Enclave fired up after listening to John Henry Eden everyday on the radio ever since he was two. He had always liked big guns, so he decided to go for a Mini-gunner.

*Aest runs sits in his iron chair in th vertibird*
Aest: Boy these are uncomfortable
*The Vertibird takes off with a roar after the troops get on*
Aest: Oh great, a long ride...
*Aest Hold onto the rail next to him to keep his balance with the vertibird's speed*

As Smith looked up at the birds coming in "Hot", he rushed to the barracks quickly gearing up. Smith saw a trooper sitting on his bunk reading some old book, "DAMN IT PRIVATE Johnson, Get up off your ass and gear-up, we've got a hot LZ (Landing Zone) coming in. Hurry up and gear-up NOW!", Captain Smith finished putting on his chest plate, as the sound of the Vertibirds began to land. Smith ran from the barracks with his plasma rifle drawn towards the smoking Vertibird, while the rest of his squad finished gearing up and stood behind him. Smith looked at the pilot of the vertibird, as it touched down on the dirt pad, the blades of the vertibird, kicked up dirt as Captain Smith looked at the vertibird pilot, who did'nt seem in good shape.

Smith rushed into the cabin of the vertibird, as he helped the pilot out of the [censored]-pit. "Dont worry pal, your going to be ok now...", smith looked out the vertibird, as the doctor of the base, rushed towards them, "Take this man Doc, he needs medical attension!", the doctor slung the pilots arm over his neck as smith gave order's to his squad, "I want all of you to check the perimiter towards the town. I want to know whats going on, give me a report once your done.", smith rushed over to malik who was giving orders, "Malik, what the hell is going on here?"...

OCC: This is the time to tell what your character is doing, before and as the Vertibirds are landing. Just to let everyone know, there is no BOS or Rebels near the base or anything like that. And johnson is just a random NPC I decided to yell at. :hehe:

*Aest holds onto the Rail for dear Life While gearing*
Aest: Sorry commander, you know the pain of loading a mini-gun
*Aest puts all his gear on and prepares for more commands*


OCC:My avatar is how I look

Max smiled to himself as Rube walked off...

"Oright mate, but it wont be a Catholic wedding, we already been sleeping together before marrage..." Max said dryly...

Max looked at the trooper as he walked off, Max remembered back to when Rube first met Max on the base... Rube was a soldiering soldier, and if it wasnt to do with soldiering, he wanted nothing to do with it...
Max knew Rube had some sort of personal agenda when it came to killing the BoS and the Rebels, but it was nice that he had started to come out of himself...

He lay on his bed hands behind his head, fully kitted except for his boots on the floor.
And slowly drifted off to sleep thinking of how proud he was to work with people as talented as his group.

=============Sleep===============

He woke up to screaming and shouting accross the base, there was some sort of crashed VertiBird or something, jumping out of bed he saw three birds on the horrizon all pouring out smoke...
Jumping up to the garrision wall and combed the horrizon with his scope, after seeing no hostiles or even... anything at all.
He checked the birds with his scope....

He began to feel strange, the anger was there but there was nothing to kill, he waited seeing the rest of the few soldiers left in the camp moving tents and equimpment piles to enlarge the landing pad...
This wasnt going to be pretty....

Turning to see he was going to be no use in his combat armour to help the trapped men in the birds, he continued to scour the horrizon for any indication of a threat...

*Aest patrols the city and finds the body of a soldier that landed from the last platoon*
Who is this guy?*Aest looks at the holotags and finds the name... Skystriker
*Aest mourns the death to himeslf and then patches into the radio*
Aest:Looking for platoon members, anyone out there? I think I found something, I may need some backup.

Lt. Gursky woke up to somebody screaming at him. He said" What the **** do you want!!!" Reluctantly getting up he grabbed a plasma pistol, and in boxers and a t-shirt he checked to what was going on. When he stepped outside he sa soldiers pulling tent and barrels out of the way of oncoming damaged Vertibirds. He then went over to Cpt. Smith who was helping a wounded piolt and said to him "What the hell is going on?"