Mitch looks at the women with the strange foreign armor, "Umm, my dad is the mayor actually, but he's busy right now, I am actually the second in command, so, what do you need?" (Yes Mia, that is you)

After Ryan informed Brent on their "tie" with the raiders,Brent asked Ryan to bring him to the mayor,so he and Clay could introduce themselves.

On the way,Brent noticed the mercs standing around the town's center. Some of them were Talon Company,he ran into them before. He once saw a Talon squad kill a whole family out in the wastes,one of them was a little girl,it made him think of them killing the kids back in the vault. The guilt of not stopping them that day was half the reason he helped the town last night. If he wasn't injured,he might have done something stupid.

At that moment,he thought to himself how full of the wasteland he was. "When this is over,I'm crawling back in the vault for a year."

She looked around again. "What the hell happened here? It looks like there was a war here. I still don't beleve it was a raider attack, like the people say. It looks like a hole army and as far as I know raiders they don't go in that HUGE groups. So if there's a thing I can help with just tell me... By the way you can call me Mia" she smiled.

Mitch looked at her, "Okay, umm...Mia, there was some sort of tribal-ish raider clan that attacked us. 'Bout a hundred of em', and then their BACKUP came! The only part where we could even feel like we were winning was when some guy came out with a fat man and killed fifty of those raiders...".


OOC: If this RP ends, i'm making this end in a twist! But it wont be over for a LONG time.

NEAR DRILLDON

As the settlement came into view, the boy began picking up his pace. He could see that the settlement was arming themselfs for another attack. They seemed to have gotten more help as well. It was starting to look like a small weak fortress in the wasteland. It looked like it could hold its own, but not against the whole clan that would be sure to attack them sometime.

The settlement grew larger and larger until the boy stopped and saw that there were two turrets pointed straight at him. He hesitiated a bit, turning back into a cowering young boy. But then he thought of what Adam would think of him, and straightened himself up. He stood, looking at the men on each turret.

"I have come to speak with your war chief! I bring word from Night Stalker, chief of the Sand Eaters. Allow me entrance, unless you would like to see your town fall!" The boy puffed up his chest, making himself look intimidating to the two guards. "Tell your chief I have a proposal for him!" The guards stood looking at the boy confused. It was strange to see a lone boy out in the wasteland with such a tough ego surrounding him. "Let me speak with your leader!"

(Skippy, you'll be the one he's asking for obviously)

Back in Camp

Adam armed himself, ready for the news from the boy. He probably would have reached Drilldon by now, or was eaten by a Yao Guai, which was very unlikely since the boy was an expert at sneaking around. The rest of the camp was up in cheer, talking about how they would crush Drilldon into the ground, turning it into dust, and its people into meals and slaves. Drake, Adams right hand man sat drinking some whiskey while he laughed and joked around with the others.

"Drake!" Adam ordered

"Yes, Night Stalker?"

"Do not get to drunk, we may be going to war soon?" Adam said raising his .44 Magnum and then resting it on his side.

"Do not worry, I have been drunk all day!" Drake said laughing and taking another swig of whiskey. Adam smiled a bit, it was hard for him to do that around them. But he was a bit tipsy as well so it mattered very little. All he could do was wait for the boy to return.

OOC: Okay skippy,you seem to have 3 or 4 characters trying to talk to you at once,so you can talk to my character last if it will make it easier for you.

Joey looks at the boy, and still has his shotgun pointed at him, "No, you ain't gettin' entrance, if you want to speak, you'll stand right THERE! And I AM the cheif around here, boy!". Snipers and mercs were aiming at the boy, one wrong move, and he'd be pumped with lead.


OOC: @ wasteland scholar 4

You tried to talk to Joey?

The boy could see the fear in the man's throat. Their last attack must have done some phsycological damage to them as well as physical. The boy stood like he was asked, and waited. He was not intimidated by the snipers very much, if they killed him. Drilldon would be turned into dust, and become a forgotten settlement forever.

"Shut your [censored] mouth, and go get your real chief. I'll stand right here." The boy said showing sarcasim. He wasn't affraid to die really, every day of every hour someone was dying in the wasteland, and he would just become another number. He waited patiently.

Mia looked at the kid and judged by his gear that he was a scout. She knew that the Raiders were gonna attack soon and desided to look around for a nice spot to shoot from. It had to be somewhere more away from the battlefield. She stood in the middle of the city thinking about her plan if the attack happened. She needed a good plan if she wanted to survive. "How good can they be?" Mia said to herself and sat on the coach. "10 clips plus the 2 I had left... That makes 288 bullets... That'll do. If I put one in each of the heads I see I'll make it quite good." she smiled then looked at the bridge and tried to hear what the second in command was talking...

OOC: Joey ain't scared, but PISSED the FRELL off!

Joey fired a shot at the boys feet, not to hit him, but to show him he wont piss around. "God damnit, i'm the f*cking mayor!". He took the last sip of a vodka and threw it, hard, at the barricade, smashing the bottle. "Now, what the hell do you physcos want!? Me and my mercs will gun you down any second if we feel like it!".

His face was red. People around the town were too busy to notice.

Mitch

"They are pretty good. I mean, they gunned down a lot of us... Hey, umm...Whats that gun called. Oh, nevermind, listen, if you want to help, just...I dunno', go into the common house and wait near the windows for an attack.".

OOC:

Mitch is second in command, not Joey.

P.S Damn! I realized Joey was OLD! Okay, Mitch is 16, and Joey is 28.

P.S.P.S Hey, MAD-MAX, can you make the war happen soon? I need an excuse to grab some snacks.

The boy smiled as he looked at the small bullet hole between his feet, and the dramatic scene the man had put on for the others. Trying to put fear in the boy, but the boy knew what true fear was, he had seen what towns ended like when Adam and the clan gathered together. Drilldon would not have one surviving settler in their small weak town.

"My chief has told me to broker a deal with you, he doesn't really want to spend your lifes or my other clans men's either. And seeing how you are a quick to act person. I don't think you'll survive if we attack. My chief is cunning and smart. We have travelled the wastelands tearing settlements apart and pounding them into the ground. We have consumed rival clan's that try to destroy us. And now our clan is the mightiest clan in the whole Capital Wasteland. So unless you don't want your people to suffer a great slow death, I would try and broker a deal with me. I will lay down my knife, so I can show you that I mean not to harm anyone. I will allow your men to escort me in, that is if you allow me entrance." The boy took a breath, he was starting to get annoyed, and was hoping that the man would be killed in a horrible way. "So may I enter your measly settlement?"

OOC: He'll probably step on a landmine, thats why he can't come in.

Joey calms down, but just a little, "No you cant come in, for several reasons, but words too big for dummy raider," he said in a deep, ogre-ish voice, others around him snickered, "And whats this deal, you were talkin' about!?"

OOC: That doesn't make sense? How do your people get stuff if there is a mine field, and how do other get in. If my character couldn't get in, then that means your people could get out and the people that walk in, would be blow apart by the mines?

The boy looked at the man. His eye's locking with his, the boy gripped his fist tight.

"Your the one who is to bring the deal, I am just here to relay messages. So what kind of deal would you want?"

OOC: Hey Skippy, I know its your RP,and I hope I'm not getting too out of line,but shouldn't you hold off on the next battle. Give more people a chance to join in the story,and allow some more character development to occur. I mean this a story about the town growing right,so give it some time to grow.


As Brent and Clay were following Ryan,they saw Joey argueing with a young kid dressed like those raiders. Brent had a feeling he should stand back until those two were done.

OOC: They know where the mines are, and its not like an entire minefield, just like, a few mines here and there, like four or five, and they arent close to each other, either. Like, they are in the moats, none are ON the bridge, plus, they're mostly on the side, incase they try to break down the barricade and three are scattered in the front, far away from each other, and they won't let anyone in, no matter what they look like.

"Listen, I don't trust you, you're a RAIDER for christ sake! And the deal I want is for you guys to GO AWAY! Oh, and tell you're leader to go feed his nuts to a yao guai!"


OOC: They can join, but they have to give a REALLY good explanation of why they are joining the town (to Joey, I mean). Its not going to be like, "Oh, hey, we need more people to fight you guys, so can we have, like, five minutes before we get to the fighting?".

OOC: Oh, ok. It was a bit strange thinking that you had trapped your group inside the town.

IC

The boy chuckled at the man's request. He thought he would say something along those lines. It was so cliche to hear the man say those words. The boy chuckled even more at the thought of how they would end up like. The Sand Eaters wouldn't even have a fight, it would be a massacre to them. But the boy knew how Adam enjoyed a massacre.

"I'm sorry 'Chief' but that is not an option. I'll give you some though. You can either: open your city to us, allowing us to come and go as we please, and not be harmed. Or you can surrender your goods to us, and be left alone, but still allowing us to use your town as a base of operations." The boy stood strong at his words. He wouldn't take much more of this. The sun was dimming, and Adam would be preparing his attack soon.

Joey said to the kid, "Leave...We'll think about it...Come back next week.". Joey turned to look at the mercs, not knowing what to do. "So, what do we do?", Joey asked the mercs. A talon company said to him, "I say we fight! I need my pay, plus, now I just want to kick their asses! And if we die, they'll send the whole company on them!". A settler spoke up, "No! We should surrender! We don't need any more bloodshed!".

OOC: Okay, you're freakin' Lord Humungus right now, MAD-MAX...Holy crap, and your name is related to the movie too! Not to mention you're austrailian...You control a large army of raiders in the post-apocolypse, terrorize a small town, and play mind games on them, "Surrender all of you're oil and nobody gets killed!". Plus, you've got a mask!

OOC: Damn! I've been discovered. That's exactly who I based Adam after, and Drake incase you didn't realize yet, is Wez, Humungus's right hand man. <_<

IC

The boy chuckled and walked back towards the camp. The trip had been an eye opener for the boy, he had gathered alot of information about their statis, and what they were doing to defend themselfs. It was almost dark, and the boy had to hurry back before Adam unleashed his attack. The boy ran with all his might, when he was out of sight of the town. He didn't know what Adam would think of coming back in a week, but he would probably just do some small raids, keeping the settlers on their toes.

It seemed like forever as the boy hurried through the wasteland. Hopefully the town wouldn't be stupid and die trying to fight for something they didn't have. Maybe Adam would give them something, the boy didn't know, and frankly, the boy didn't care. He hoped the man he spoke with died a terrible death, treating him with such dishonor. The boy continued through the wasteland, his feet speeding beneath him, trying to keep up with his pace.

"I'll tell ya what happened here." Ryan looked up at the newcomers.
"We got massacred...And its goin to happen again if we don't cut a deal with their leader."
Ryan offered out his right hand, the one with the missing ring finger.
"Names ryan sammuels partner. Welcome to hell." Ryan shook each mans hand.
"Follow me. I'll...Take ya to the mayer." Ryan said as he turned away.
Ryan led the group for only about two minutes before he found Joey, arguing with a boy on the outside of town. He looked back at the two men and pointed at joey.
"that would be the guy your lookin for." Ryan said. Ryan steps back, hearing a settler and a merc arguing about weather to fight or to surrender. He leaned against a wall, and popped a set of mentats into his mouth, letting the high take him away for a short while.

OOC: Does this said Drake character have a red mohawk and black combat armor? If not then NO SOUP FOR YOU!

Joey though for a while. He didn't know what to do. He could defend his territory, or leave, like a coward, and lose everything he had worked for. He'd stay. These guys were worse than the other raiders that had been attacking, though. He remembered how that guy had told him about the super mutant-infested area around here. Maybe, just maybe, they could get a ghoul to go tell them about the 'human tribe' around here.

Muties didn't hurt ghouls, they were kin or something. He had seen which way the boy had gone to, after all. Maybe this was a chance. He went inside and grabbed his ghoul mask, that someone had gave him as a reward for killing some scavengers. He went inside, put the mask on, and used his megaphone, "Attention! I am going to find a solution to our troubles.!".

The mask covered his face, but his arms were cut up, from the attack, to look like a ghouls. He ran to the southeast, with his combat shotgun unholstered.

Fourty five minutes later

He was finally there. The muties had gotten sight of him, and yelled, "Wait, you not a normal, you ghoul!". They had lowered their guns. It was time to do some voice acting. He put on a deep voice and said, "Hey, you guys want some food?". It hurt his thoat to speak like this. "Yes, we low on humans! Haha!", "Okay, that way there is a lot of food! They have some guns, but they don't know how to use them!,". He was sweating. One mistake and he was dead. "How many punies there?". "A fair amount. If you attack now, they won't see it coming!". "Okay! We off!". The hulking, mutated monster put on a helmet, and grabbed a hunting rifles, signifying his rank as a brute. The band of thirty left in the direction of the camp.

He ran back to Drilldon. That was stupid, and crazy! He thought to himself on the run back.

OOC: Funny, because the boy never goes the direct route to the camp just like the others. He goes in a zig zag motion to get there, just incase of something like what you did happened So you sent the Mutants in the wrong direction. They're going somewhere, but not the camp.

IC

The boy continued on the way he was, the camp grew in size, and he was there in a moment. The sun had gone down, and the moon was blocked by some overcast, making it impossible to see what was what. Some guards quickly drew their weapons, making the boy halt.

"Who goes there?"

"Its me [censored] it, Tunnel Rat. Night Stalker sent me to try and barter with the settlers in Drilldon. I have to speak with him, immediatly!" The boy said walking into the camp.

"O.K., go ahead inside."

Tunnel Rat did just that, and quickly found Adam and a huge group of Raiders gathered together. They had their war paint and weapons at the ready. Adam was speaking with them as Tunnel Rat approached him.

"Ah, you've returned with good news I hope?" Adam had his mask on, so his face could not be seen. Not even his dark eyes were visible.

"I'm sorry Night Stalker, but they said for us to return in a week! I just walked off, figured it was useless to barter with him anymore. But I did find out about their defenses."

"What might that be?" Adam said intrigued at the boys detail.

"Well, when I approached the walls none of them charged out, guns at the ready. Something must be in their way or some kind of defense. I couldn't tell what it was exactly, but one of the Talon Company merc's who had a gun kept eyeing something there in front of me. Also there are two turrets at the front of the settlement, maybe surrounding the settlement again would do some good?" Adam looked and thought for a moment about what the boy said. The 280 soldiers standing listened best they could to what the boy said as well.

"Thank you, Tunnel Rat. I will take that into consideration, but for now. We must be off to war, I will not wait a week for them to respond." Adam and the others began moving out into the wasteland, Adam quickly turned around to the boy, "Be sure to bring 150 more reinforcements soon, they won't be able to see us in this darkness." Adam continued with the rest of the war party. The 280 of them would show what they could do. The time of Drilldon to end was nearing.

OOC:

He pointed in a general direction, they'll spread out and look for it!

OOC: Oh O.K., but don't exspect them to help Drilldon survive. The Sand Eaters are tough and brutal, even more so than a Super Mutant :banghead:

OOC: Hey, if they even bruise one of your guys, it was worth it. (Metaphorically, let them kill or drag off at least twenty guys)

OOC: hey guys, back after my plane flight from hell!

IC: "Uhh, excuse me?" asked Clay to the one called Joey. "I think I can help with this little Raider problem of yours, if your interested."

"My name's Clay Lanham, Raider hunter and Lieutenant 1st class Regulator."

OOC: all i'm gonna post for now cause I have some other things to attend to.