Mitch looks at Ryan, "My dad with think of a plan! Don't worry!".


Joey loses his temper, "You think I don't already HAVE a god-damn plan!? We have snipers in the distance! And after a while we'll all charge out, attacking any of them. We have about....". He thinks for a straight five minutes, "Seventy-something people here!". He looks through the binoculars. People are stuffed in the common house, the saloon has almost no room left, there are six people in the mayors office, and they have a ton in the food store, where he is.


Joey sighs, "Okay, everyone has shanks, pistols, make-shift bombs, rifles, and other weapons. If you don't have one, then that svcks for you, you can fight with you're hands! We'll burst out in about an hour, and kill everyone we can. We also have sniper support. If worst comes to worst, and we mostly end up dieing, we should build barricades in the stores. Okay, everyone, in the next hour, you know what to do!".

He scratches his eyepatch and mumbles under his breath, "God help us...".

Apollo laughs. "Hahahahaha. I'm beginning to like you more and more Joey, here take two plasma grenades I still got another 4 left." as he puts his gun down for a quick second and drinks from his flask of whiskey then pick his gun up again. "Hahahaha I'm a stick nearby you when we go out, hell you just went to the top of my friends' list, not like I have many with the stuff I've done..." he hands two plasma grenades over. "A toast, for all that may fall, and all who survive, May God have mercy on our souls." he takes out a syringe and injects himself with Med-X.

Joey falls onto a ripped up, worn out sofa and puts his hands in his face, "Crap... This is going to be bad.". A half an hour goes by. The raiders still wait outside. The food level is low, and so is the water and alchohol levels. The snipers haven't fired yet. Possibly they were too afraid, not wanting to set the raiders off. Or they could have been all out of ammo, but the first option was way more likely.

Is this it? Are we gonna' die?. Joey's thoughts were racing. Bah, no! We'll fight ten times harder! We'll kill two for everyone one of ours they kill!. In a half an hour one side would be wiped out. Either the raiders, or them. He put on his metal helmet and took a swig of vodka. This...Is gonna' be one helluva' story to tell.
He puts on his metal helmet, and loads his combat shotgun.

"Look on the bright side man, if we fall, we don't have to live in this hell hole we call a planet anymore." as he helps Joey up. "I got your back aight? C'mon we're gonna give em one hell of a fight." as he looks over the rafters at the small army, "YOU WANT A FIGHT?! DO YA? I'LL TAKE ON ALL OF YOU SONS OF B****S" as he shakes his fist at them and aims at the closest one. "The war will start soon and I am getting the first piece of the action!" another five minutes goes by and he shoots one of the Raider Barbarians in the upper left part of the chest and he falls. He relods and takes aim at another one.

Ryan runs up to Joey, taking a swig of irrated water at he goes. "Casualties are going to be high on both sides Joey. Have you got a field medic yet?" Ryan askes as he ruffles through his bag, organizing, unpacking, and reorganizing its contents.

Frank hears some gunshots. This is going to be fun... He slowly pieced his rifle together and topped off his clip. It slid in to the rifle with a satisfying 'click.' Frank raised the scope and adjusted it, and took aim, waiting for a larger fight that was sure to come...

Name: Mia
six: Female
Appearance: Caucasian, Brown eyes, Straight Medium Brown Hair
Armor/Clothes: Raider Commando Armor, Roving Trader Hat
Age: 19
Race: Human
Personality: Silent, Agile, Sharpshooter, Enjoys to mess around with people
Weapons: Infiltrator
Bio:
Mia was borned somewhere in the Capital Wasteland, but was traded to The Pitt by slavers when she was 11 years old. For 5 years she helped the cook at Downtown and after she turned 16 she had to work at the Mill like everyone else. For the next 3 years she trained her body well while working there. At the age of 18 she entered the Hole and won. After that she was a proud member of Ashur's army.
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Before 4 weeks:
"Hey Mia" yelled a slaver "Krenshaw wants to see you right away at Heaven". Mia picked up her Infiltrator and went after the Slaver. "Harvest?" she asked, but the slaver didn't say anything. "We're dry on slaves again..." she thought. Mia took a deap breath and smelled the blood, metal and sweat. "I'm gonna miss this place..." her thoughts were stoped when Krenshaw opened the door to Uptown. "You wanted to see me?" she asked and looked back at the Mill. "It's time to go to another harvest for slaves, you'll leave now. You know the drill - return after 3 months with some slaves. I don't care how you get them." "Yes, sir!" she saluted and walked away. This was her last time in the Pitt so she had to get some supplies before leaving. There was only one vendor around - Friday. While walking to Downtown Mia saw the Hole and remembered when she was in there. "It was a good time back there..." she thought and continued.

She slowly walked to the shop and said "10 5.56mm clips and some food for the travel". Friday looked at her face "Harvest again? Alright that'll be 100 caps" Mia payed the caps and took the food and ammo. Then she went back down to Downtown and to the entrance.

She managed to pass the bridge without hitting on any planted mine and arrived at the Trainyard alive and well. She took a last look at the place and entered the Tunnels...
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OOC: My next post will be the present

It was a minute until an hour. He was sweating. This is it. Time to show these raiders what this town got..

55.

He sat down on the couch.

50.

He grabbed some supplies, some shells, med-x, phsyco.

30.

He checked his ammo stock. Full load already in the gun, five extra clips.

10.

He grabbed his megaphone.

0.

"Okay, everyone, now!" The voice boomed through the megaphone, as he, and the rest of the people in the building poured out. All seventy-something people were charging. From missle-launchers, to fists, everyone was ready to fight, all except that pitbull, Newt. He was cowering in his doghouse.

It went in...Whats it called? Slow-motion for Joey. He could feel his heart beating. It got faster, but very slowly went faster (no pun intended). It was regular speed again. The angry mob was still running. Screams could be heard. He fired his combat shotgun.

Adam was surprised at the hearty-bold move the settlers had done. They were surrounded, and the reinforcements were already on their way. They were moving fast. The Raiders quickly charged firing at the settlers, shooting the most dangerous one's first. Then as they approached closer to Adam and his ban, the other raiders from the other side came from behind shooting and throwing grenades into the crowd.

"STUPID, SETTLERS!" Adam yelled, firing into the crowed. Killing seven settlers quickly. The battle would be a massacre. Had they not thought that they would be quickly surrounded like they were.

OOC: Really, you all decided to attack rather than speak right away. Talk about fast quick to assumption settlers.

OOC: You look like raiders, there is a hundred of you, and you surround our town. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't assume you were the friendliest bunch around.

He used a corpse of a man in metal armor as a sheild. The corpse was being filled with hot lead. He fired shots at the bandits, killing six. Another shot from his gun was fired. Only three this time. He threw the body into the crowd of raiders. It would knock them down, but they would just get back up. He ducked behind the couch. A raider who was about to shoot him was shanked in the chest by another settler.

Blood was getting in his mouth. No time to think, just shoot. The snipers headshotted at least five guys at the same time. One of the small carts used for the caravans was lit on fire. Suddenly a settler with a leather jacket and red pants came out of the common room. He was carrying a Fat Man. He shot the mini nuke into the crowd, only to be gunned down a second after he shot.

OOC: Your right, there are hundreds of us, 70 or so of you. And my Raiders are heavily armed, and savages, and yet you all decided to attack a force much greater than you. Sometime when a tree gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade

IC

Adam and two other raiders quickly sprinted towards the downed man with the Fat Man, and grabbed it, taking it for their own use. Blood of both Raider and Settler flew through the air, and drenched the ground. More raiders, the reinforcements Adam had asked for kept coming. Other smaller Raider tribes that Adam had under his fist also joined after the word was spread about the battle. One hundred more Raiders and slavers came from the wasteland. Most made their way inside the town, [censored] and pillaging those that got in there way. Adam's mask was covered in blood. He brought the make-shift axe down on an unsuspecting settlers head, and another's shoulder.

"DIE YOU [censored]S!!" Adam yelled, swinging the axe around into a guy's ribs. He cried out, and Adam laughed a terrible laugh as the man fell to the ground. The settlers were completely surrounded now, the Raiders pushing their way into the small circle. Adam ordered several Raiders to take the snipers out. Several of them were killed, but two had already been killed when the battle started.

"Don't let a single one live. Kill all that stand in your way!" Adam shouted to his men who were relishing in the blood bath. The two Raiders with the Fat Man, hurried off. They were quickly out of sight with the Fat Man when groups of Raiders, carrying Flamers came in, and started burning those who attacked them. Adam dropped the axe, and grabbed a Flamer, torching several settlers in his way. He and two others charged into Drilldon, several houses and such had been lit on fire, and blood covered the inside of the houses. Bodies were being dragged off, made for food. Adam relished at the idiocy of the settlers.

Joey and Mitch rushed to the Mayor's office, and locked the door, and put the desk in front of it. The HIDDEN back door was the only way out. They boarded up the two windows, leaving only a space for a gun and scope. Joey opened the wardrobe, handed his son a sniper rifle, and he took three molotvs and a lighter. He went out the back door, and light the molotovs.

The fire scraqed the night sky, landing on raiders. All three molotovs killed fifteen raiders. He rushed back inside, but not before a 10mm bullet hit the side of his metal helmet, which was okay, because it didn't hit him. He rushed back into the back door, locked it, and put his assault rifle through the windows. He looked at his son, "Ready, Mitch?", "Damn right, dad!".

Joey unleashed a hellstorm of lead onto thirty raiders. Easily. A gernade hit the side of the building, but it was too weak to do any damage, just a loud boom. The raiders were blasting shots into the front door, but they were blocked by the desk. http://s651.photobucket.com/albums/uu238/The_Visualist/?action=view¤t=DrilldonFlag.jpg was shot, leaving thirteen bullets in it .They both continued unleash bullets into the raiders.

"This...this is impossible,they fight like demons,those settelers...they cant keep this up."

At that moment,Brent started seeing the town's snipers falling off the roofs and drop dead on the street below. From where he stood he saw a group of settlers trying to break through the raider encirclement,and flank them to change the tide. "Dammit,if I let these people die when their making a stand against those barbarians,then I couldn't show my face to Millie(big sister) again."

Brent took out all of his chinese weapons and went into a burnt out house to snipe from. He took out the old-ghoul's(great-great grandfather) sniper rifle and started loading it as quickly as he could. While loading he tried talking to himself to keep him from backing out of this. "O-Okay,okay, the old-ghoul told me once you are a gun loyal only to China,as long as a son of China holds you,you will never fail. Search my blood,and find the pride of China. 14 rounds...please,shoot true."

Brent focused his aim at a choke-point between two buildings where 9 raiders were holding off a wave of settelers.

1,the shot hits the ground behind a raider. They dont notice.

2,3,they hit one of the 9 in the upper-back. They turn around and see the light shining off of the sniper rifle.

"S**t",4,it hits another in the throat,who drops with his hand on his throat. One of the raiders makes hand signals to the others and 3 raiders start running up the hill towars Brent.

Brent aimed at the raider that made the hand signals,guessing he was there squad leader,5,6,7,one of them hits him at the waist and he goes down.

Now Brent aims at the 3 heading up the hill. 8,completely off.9,lands just ahead of the them.10,the closet raider falls backwards its a kill.11,miss.12,hits another in the leg.

Just then,Brent hears a scream behind him. As he turns to see,a tire iron hits him in the ribs,and he falls to the ground from a hole in the wall. His vision is blurry,but he sees a figure pick up his rifle,a raider!

'click',the rifle jammed.

"What the F**k is wrong with this thing",said a voice.

Instinct took over,and Brent pulls out his Chinese Pistol,and empties the clip on him. His limp body falls out the same hole he did,and drops to the ground with a sud.

His head is ringing as he gets up. Brent leans on the side of the house,too disoriented to stand on his own. A bullet hits him on the shoulder,and he falls to the ground. Brent forgot the last raider going up the hill.

The raider drops his hunting rifle and pulls out a combat knife,"I'm going to enjoy f**king you up,meat!"

He grabs Brent's right-arm and cuts deep. Laughing while Brent screamed in agony. "Put up a fight without your right arm f**ker!"

Brent pulled out his knife from his back pocket and jammed it into the side of the raider's neck. "I'm left-handed you dumb f**k!",Brent said after spitting on the corpse.

Brent propped himself against house,and looked at his injuries. He gave a disturbing laugh that turned into screaming as the shock of what had just happened sunk in.


Meanwhile...the radiers holding the choke-point were overhelmed by the settlers,who were now attacking the raiders from both sides.

OOC: Skippy, you did realize that in my post with the Fat Man, it says that the Raiders left out of sight with it. And don't you think shooting a trigger off a weapon is sort of Uber. I know its your Rp, and I'm not trying to be a nag or something like that, but it is sort of Uber.

IC

As the crowd began to thin out, and houses in Drilldon were burning wildly, the dead raiders and settlers were dragged off. The whole raiding party vanished back into the wasteland, they hadn't looted much food, but clothing and ammunition they took alot of. Adam looked at the burning settlement, and pulled out the paper still crumpled up in his pocket. He flatened it out, and pinned it against a building wall. He smirked under his mask as he and the others returned into the wasteland unable to be seen with even binoculars.

Dear Settlement in question,

By now, you have seen what our clan can do. What you have seen is something minor to our full potential, and may later on see what we can do. Unless you plan on another attack, send one messanger: Unarmed, shaven, and a young boy or girl. If one of these requirements can not be met, do not bother sending a message, which should either be the surrender of your town or the possability of a deal of your choosing: Food, weapons, women etc.

My clan name is Night Stalker, the messanger will not directly meet with me. The messanger will never see what I truly look like, or sound like. He will do dealings with my "Iron" right hand which will tell me what they spoke about, and I will tell him what to do. Your messanger will be a guest during this time, and will not return unless a deal is made, so make sure your messanger knows what you would like, and be specific.

I will give you two days until our next attack to decide. Our attack will be quite severe, so unless you have a death wish, send a messanger.

Signed

Night Stalker

Adam and the clan moved through the wasteland, Drilldon growing smaller and smaller in the distance. Hopefully they would be smart this time, and not be so wild.

late starter, heya

Name: Clay Lanham
six: Male
Appearance: Brown Eyes, long shoulder-length brown shaggy hair, thick chin scruff, tall and fairly muscular, a few bullet scars on his back, and chest, as well as 2 knife wounds. He also had a crude tattoo of the American flag on his left arm.
Armor/Clothes: Long sleeved leather trench coat, Raider Blastmaster helmet.
Age: 29
Race: Human, Caucasian
Personality: Tough, Kind, Sneaky, Smart (Knowledgeable and quick to assess situations)
Weapons: Fireman's axe, Scoped Assault rifle, .32 Pistol
Bio: Clay was a Kansas boy, born and raised. When he was a kid he'd enjoy hunting the local wildlife with his Dad and brother. At the age of 17 some Raiders came to his home, killed and assaulted his mother and sister while Clay and his Father were hunting. The Raiders ambushed and killed father, but Clay hid, and when night fell he came out of hiding and silently killed each Raider. He made his way east, eventually coming to the Capital. He's been surviving off the surrounding countryside ever since.

IC post coming soon...

Brent dragged himself back to the tent,he had already lost too much blood and was on the verge of passing out. Inside the tent he grabbed his emergency med-kit. Inside,he found only some old cloth,half a bottle of whiskey,and a single dose of psyco. With no other options left,he injected the psycho to force his body to keep going.

The attack was over by the time he stopped the bleeding,but he had nothing left in him. In desperation, Brent fired off as many shots as he could,hoping to attract someone attention. In the morning light,he saw a figure approaching him,he had lost too much blood and strength to keep struggling,and he just let himself pass out.


(To all other story participents, I leave whichever one of you finds him to you. Please,dont just slit his throat alright,I really like this character,and I would perfer to continue playing as him,thank you.)

Clay was attracted to a tent by the sound of gunshots. He held his fire axe close to him, just in case. When he pulled back the tent-flap, he saw a bloody man, lying in a heap on the floor of the tent. Clay took out his medkit, he began inspecting the man, he pulled off the makeshift bandaging and redressed the wounds properly. He covered him up with his own bedroll. Clay then made a small fire and roasted some of his food over it. Over the next couple of hours he would give doses of Med-X to the wounded man, along with a Stimpack or two. Clay sat outside and ate his roast Iguana and looked at the stars, checking back inside the tent every once in awhile. He wondered how long it would take the man to wake up, probably not until morning.

He wondered how long it would take him to get to Drilldon, due to this little stop.

After 4 weeks Mia finaly arived at the Capital Wasteland. She stood near the entrance to the tunnel for five minutes watching the sky and the birds.
Then she looked at the Capital Wasteland from the hill and choose to walk south.

While walking she heard raiders talking (not NIGHT STALKERS) and hid behind a rock. Then she unholstered her Infiltrator and silently moved backwards so she can see them. "Huh, only three..." she smiled and shot 3 shots in the head of the first raider. The raiders saw him falling down and tried to cover, but one of them didn't manage to hide and got shot in the back with 6 shots. Mia stood up and slowly walked to the third raider. He had a baseball bat, but he was afraid to use it. Mia took a close look at him judging if he can be a Slave at the Pitt. "Oh well, I still have a 2 months" she thought and shot him in the head. Mia smelled something cooking near, she looked around the small camp and saw a campfire with some mole rat meat on it. The food was still fresh. After picking it up she looked around again to see if there is anything she can use. After scavanging all she needed she continued her journey south.

By dawn she had already crossed the river. The journey was pritty much easy - a few mole rats, small groups of raiders, and some radscorps. She desided to keep going in the night so noone will spot her.

While walking she saw something smoking form the distance and unholstered her Infiltrator to check it out. Even with the scope she wasn't able to see good from all the smoke. So she desided to get closer. The town wasn't far away, just a mile or two, but it was already sunrise. Then she saw a settler and checked his gear via the scope. He wasn't dangerous - a tire iron, some merc cloths. The settler saw her and hid behind a barrel. "Don't worry I woun't hirt you." she said and holstered her weapon "I'm just passing by" The settler stood up and looked at her "If you were a blasted raider you were gonna shoot by now, so I guess you're not one of 'em" The man told her to follow him. "Hope this is worth it!" she thought after sitting on a bench next to the Mayor's office. The settler told her to wait here for the Mayor.
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Fixed it... Happy? ^_^

Okay, i'll fix that post

Brent woke up in his tent,not sure what happened. His bandages were replaced with better ones,and he wasn't in pain anymore. When he checked outside his tent he saw a man sitting next to the fire. He slowly reached for his pistol,but stopped.

"This guy must have fixed my wounds,so I guess that means he doesn't mean he would go through the trouble just to kill me."

He got out of the tent to greet the man.

"Hey,can I sit here and catch your name?"

Adam and the rest of his warriors returned to there main camp far from Drilldon. It was later in the day, and the whole group seemed tired and weary. The women and children cheered and howled as Adam and the others returned. They would have a great feast today. Dead bodies were being taken to the meat tents where they were cut up and readied to be cooked in the smoke house.

"Oh the day is true and bright!" An old man said walking out of a tent. He walked slowly with a wooden cane, that had a small skull as a handle, and his fingers went into the open mouth. The old man had a long white beard that fluttered in the breeze as Adam took of his helmet for some air. He was sweating perfusly, and took long large breaths of air. The battle and walking had tired him out as well. The old man walked over to the returning crowd, and approached Adam.

"Hello grandfather!" Adam said smiling.

"The day is true and bright my young friend-" The old man took a breath for a moment. His bones were brittle and weak. He seemed like he would almost die at any moment. "What have you brought us today, Adam?" The old man was the only one who ever called Adam by his original name. To everyone else who spoke with him, he was Night Stalker.

"We have brought food and weapons. We found the settlement of Drilldon in the middle of the wasteland. They fought us, but their forces were nothing more than a bunch of old and weary settlers who did not have much knowledge of the sport." Adam and the old man laughed together. Women embrassed the men, including Adam who was covered in blood. Most of them were, Adam hadn't even realized he was so drentched.

"Well, the meat should be good tonight. I will tell a story while we eat later on, to celebrate our victory over Drilldon. That is, while we wait for them to reply."

"Yes, hopefully they will reply soon. I do not like to wait." Adam said walking into his tent and disapearing. He crashed onto a couch that was fairly soft, and ordered his slaves to bring him some food. He ate like a wild animal, fought like a wild animal, and would die a hero. Adam and the others who returned enjoyed another day to live. The old man watched over the kids, and spoke with the mothers. The semi-large camp was awake and celebrating their new meal and victory. Adam continued eating, and relaxed. All they could do was wait.

Frank decided now would be a good time to enter the town. He checked his stores, and disassembled his rifle before starting down the dune and heading toward the town. He pulled a dirty old dark blue bandanna and tied it around his face, hiding it. The only thing you could see of his skin was his fingers under the cut off gloves, and any skin on his face not covered by his bandanna and shades. He walked over and stopped 10 feet in. He raised his pistol to the sky, and fired off one shot. A daring move in a town that just was attacked, but its the only way he could get attention called to himself.

Oh that was just freakin' funny! :rofl:

Joey watched as the raiders left, and ran otuside, to find a note pinned onto the wall.He read the note, and just ripped it up. "Yeah, right, like i'm sending you punks an unarmed child to murder," he turned around to see settlers moving bodies, and healing others, he lifted up his megaphone and said, "Okay! Everyone! I want the bodies moved, the fires doused, and damages repaired! Send five people to scavenge the town for anything dropped, ammo, shanks, guns, armor, just get it! Also I want some engineers to set up turrets, and place land mines near the bridge!". The bridge was the only way to get in, the rest was makeshift barricades made of cars, junk, wood, metal sheets, sharp poles, and other busted crap.

All of a sudden a gunshot went off, he looked to see some kid with shades and a bandana shooting a pistol in the air, everyone pointed their guns at him. Joey walked up to him and put a chinese pistol up to his cheek, with an itchy trigger finger, "You lookin' to get killed, boy!?".



OOC: Just so everyone is clear, I control all of the settler NPC's, and MAD-MAX controls all of the raider NPC's, and that...Old dude.

OOC: So you just walzted right into to a locked, and blocked door?