OOC: Just so you guys know, I don't really think I'll be posting much in this RP, since I scarcly have time to RP in the other RP I'm active in

Joey looks at him. He was bent down, with a ghoul mask on. He gets up and takes off his mask, "Yeah, you think you can help us? Then just do what everyone else is doing. Grab a gun from the armory and hope to god you down get mowed down by a hellstorn of lead!".

"I don't think you understand, I can get you reinforcements, and some valuable ordnance. Just 20 miles away are 130 Regulators, armed and ready to fight at my signal, they carry with them a few loads of Combat Armor and various guns. A scout of mine was observing this Raider band who was attacking your town, we were going to ambush them sooner, but we were thrown off the trail, lo and behold we found them here, attacking you." Clay paused for a minute, took off his Blastmaster Helmet and lit a cigarette before continuing, "You'll all be killed, you need my help."

Clay hefted his Fire axe over his right shoulder and slid his Assault rifle off his left shoulder, pulling back the firing pin and letting it slide back into place, priming a round, "So, what'll it be?"

The night was very dark. It was almost like walking through a pitch black house. The only thing that guided the war party was their knowledge of the area. They zig zagged back and forth, making their trail unable to follow very well by anyone trying to find them. Adam tapped his .44 Magnum at his hip, smirking under his mask as they continued, no fire or any sort of light was given off by the marching war party. The wasteland howled from time to time, but only in the distance, to far for something to attack. Adam looked at Drake, ordering him over.

"Are our blades dipped?" Adam asked, walking on through the darkness.

"Yes, they were all dipped in the poison. Anyone struck by it will die in a matter of seconds. The settlers will still be able to be feasted apon an hour or so after they are struck."

"That is good news, Drake. Hopefully the settlers will stand down before we unleash the heavy fire power on them." Adam and Drake smirked under their masks, and continued on. The dim lights of Drilldon were in the distance. They would be there soon.

The night seemed calm. The kind of calm that came before a storm. Ryan sat on the wall walkways, with his feet dangling over the edge of the wall. His rifle was cradled in his arm. His eyes were to the stars, remembering constellations from his youth that he learned of in a vault in Oklahoma. His eyes fell apon the moon. It dawned on him that tonight could be the last night he saw the round sphere in the sky.
they'll butcher us like brahmin...
From below, he could hear the constant noise of preparation. Men yelling, and iron hitting iron. Ryan sat upon the walls until the first rays of light hit the wasteland, and the dust clouds became evidence of the assembled army before them. Ryan took out the clip in his hunting rifle and looked down at the rounds. His began to think about his family. Ryan kicked the top round out of the clip and brought it to his lips, kissing it for good luck, before replacing it back into the clip. He then slid the clip into place in the rifle and stood up with a sigh. He wondered if they'd be waiting for him in a better place.

Brent was suprised to hear Clay was associated with the Regulators,but it made sense. Nowadays the Regulators and Brotherhood seemed like the only ones who helped other people the way Clay helped him. His proprosition of getting the Regulators to help seemed reasonable,but they obviously needed more time. Brent was willing to get them that time.

"Hey Clay,let me make a request. I'm about to pull one hell of a stunt to postpone the attack,its going to be a huge risk so make it worth it. Get your friends from the Regulators and see if they are willing to help. If my plan works than there will still be a town to save when you get back." Brent walked away in silence sinking very carefully on what he needed to do.

Night fell,and the town was tense. The attack was imminent,and the raiders were growing near in the blackness of the night. Brent gathered the supplies he needed,crudely purified water,his Vault 77 jumpsuit,the contract to protect the town one of Talon Mercs had,and a kerosene lamp.Brent walked out of the town through the bridge without telling anyone. He could hear the watchmen calling him back,but he had to ignore them. The light from his kerosene lamp made him stick out in the darkness,hopefully making him easy for the raiders to spot.

When he got too far away from the town to run back,a scouting team of raiders came out ready to attack. Brent raised his hands showing he was unarmed,and claimed he was a representative for the town here to make emergency negotiatians with their leader. The raiders hesitated at first,but figured the town wouldn't send one of their own to die so pathetically."So fools sent their own Tunnel Rat to Night Stalker ha ha. Fine,but if Night Stalker doesn't want to see you,you'll be are next food,ha ha."



OOC: Hey MAD-MAX, I would really appreciate if you hear my character out,and not turn him into food,thanks.

OOC: We will see?

IC

The town was in sight, they were still out of range for any weapon to be used against them or them to use against the town. The large army of 280 Raiders surrounded the town quickly, making it impossible for anyone to come in or out of the settlement. They began posting large pikes of dead settler's heads they had taken the day before. It was a grizzly sight, but the Raiders continued on, encircling the whole town with taunting heads on pikes. Suddenly a group of Raiders presented Drake, not Adam with a visitor. Adam was off doing other work, leaving Drake in charge for the time.

"We have brought a messanger from Drilldon. He claims to want to broker a deal with us." One Raider said stabbing his spear into the ground beside him. Drake looked and thought for a moment, his big bulging muscles flexed as he rubbed his chin thinking.

"Do you have a death wish fool, we have no time to speak of a deal. Your leader did not broker one when the time was necessary, what makes you think we will broker now?" Drake said in his loud thundering voice. He was a rather intimidating man. The huge raider force continued to stand out of range of the towns snipers and gunmen, making it impossible for anyone in the area to get inside the town. The war was boiling to its peak, and soon blood would be spilt.

Brent was brought before this muscular raider,who was apparently second-in-command at the moment. The man before him was the most intiminating person he had ever seen in his time out in the wastes. The fact they had people's heads on pipes all around him didn't help to calm him down. From the way this man spoke,it was as Brent had feared,they were not that interested in talking,he only hoped they would understand the value of what he was about to offer them. Or at least the man in front of him would understand...

"I would not have come out here if I did not have something valuable that would change your minds about attacking us." Brent summoned up what little courage he had left,and in a commanding voice he told Drake,"Go find the REAL leader of your tribe,and tell him if he is willing to talk peace then he will be delivered to a vault that will be his to own!!!"

Clay was hauling his way across open grounding, at night, with Raiders that could very well be stalking him, but he didn't care. He was heading for his brethren not too far away. The night air was thick and a bit chilly. Jumping over a few rocks and going through thick brush, Clay saw the campfires of his fellow Regulators about half a mile away. Just as he slid down a hill, he heard a noise, like footsteps, but heavier. He readied his .32 in his left hand and held his fire-axe in his right. "If anyone is there, show yourself." Clay said, he heard a growl, a deep thundering growl... a Yao guai. Clay knew that sound all too well, he'd hunted them before with ease, but now it was he who was hunted.

Clay knew he'd stand no chance now, he was too open, and Yao guai were notorious for their stealth, despite being such large animals. He holstered his .32 and brought out his Assault Rifle, shouldering it in his left arm, he was a right-handed shooter but if it attacked he'd have to use his fire-axe. He began walking at a fast pace in the direction of the Regulators. He picked up speed when he heard a dry bush crack under a heavy paw. He was running, faster than he'd ever ran before, then he heard a blood-curdling roar as then Yao guai picked us speed. Clay was nearing a small ledge, he jumped down and rolled onto his back, just as he saw the beast jump as well. He raised his rifle and fired at least 6 rounds into the monster's exposed chest and neck. Clay rolled out of the way as it toppled near him, it was mortally wounded, barely moving. Clay hefted his fire-axe and drove the spike of the axe into the mutated bears' head.

When Clay arrived at the camp, he was welcomed by a few friends, "I have to speak with Gracie." said Clay in an urgent tone. Gracie was the Captain of this particular outfit, and a brunette beauty married to Clay. "Gracie, the Sand Eaters we've been tracking are getting ready to attack the town, we have to move." Gracie seemed a bit surprised, "Already, well then, pack the gear and tell everyone to double-time it!" Clay and his wife rushed out of the tent, barking orders, and soon the whole camp was alive with movement and whoops and hollers. The Regulators were on the move, to Drilldon. 130 armed and trained bounty hunters, they knew not what they were in for, but they knew what they had to do.

OOC: Damn I leave for two days and 3 pages got added O.O I needa get on more, but that would mean stop playing B-ball..... ANYWAYSZ



Apollo woke up on the floor of the rafters. "Hmm.. all this damn excitement must have caught up with me, shouldn't have tooken th...." as he stands up and see's the Raider army. "DAMN YOU!!! DAMN YA TO THE GATES OF THE ABYSS!!!" as he stomps on the ground. "Joey!!!" as he runs to catch up to him. "Joey, we can't go on like this forever, they outnumber us at least 5 to 1, do you have any underground channels out of here, like the sewers or something?" as he looks Joey dead in the eyes. " You know we can't win, not against a monster army like that!" as he grabs Joeys shirt.

Drake smirked under his helmet, his muscles flexing a bit. He thought about what the hopeless settler asked, and knew that it was impossible to allow him his request. The time for talk was over, if they wanted to broker any deals, they should have done it sooner. They had been allowed their chance to make a deal, but did not take the chance. Drake looked at the man under his helmet, and snorted. His voice thundered from his throat, his muscles pulsated with blood flowing rapidly.

"You [censored] fool, if you wanted to broker a deal, you should have done it sooner. The time for talk is over, you and your little friends will all be killed. Our chief will never speak with you. Maybe you should have tried to convince your leader of making a deal when we were capable. Leave here now ingrate, or I will pierce my knife into your chest and throat." Drake said in his dark thundering voice. The two guards clenched the man by the arms, and took what he had on him. They quickly dragged him off to where they had found him, and poured the water out onto the ground, and smashed the kerosine lamp on the ground, causing a small fire that was put out. The two guards violently threw him to the ground, giving him a homocidal look. They returned to their positions.

Drake returned to his business, and was approached by a guard carrying a spear and pistol. He seemed out of breath, and caught his breath before speaking.

"Someone from the town ran into the wasteland. We didn't chase him, but he may be trying something. What do we do?" The guard asked, standing at attention but still catching his breath.

"I will inform Night Stalker about this. Return to your post." Drake replied, walking to find Adam. He walked through a crowd of Raiders, standing, waiting for the signal to attack. Adam was talking to one of his lower ranked commanders.

"Night Stalker!" Drake said in his thundering voice. "One of the guards said that a settler made it through our lines, and possibly went to get someone?" Adam looked at Drake for a moment, thinking about what to do about it. He looked around at the others, and straightened up.

"That is fine. Their help, if any will not stop us. The other 240 Raiders we have in our command, will be able to hold off anyone trying to break through!" Adam said with confidence.

Over in some tents, Raiders were being fitted with heavy armour, and would be the Vanguard of the attack. They were placed in Metal Armour that had extra spikes on the chest, reinforced Combat Armour, and Helmets that gave them good protection. The rest of the Raiders where how they would be. The battle was soon to start, and the Raiders were ready.

OOC: Can you say MASSACRE!!!

Brent was still in shock over what just happened. "Why didn't they kill me then and there,I guess I should be grateful they didn't. Come on Clay,you can save my ass one more time."

Brent slowly walked back to town,feeling some of his wounds had opened up again. As he crossed the bridge,some of the others were on the others were on the other side waiting for him.

Brent wondered if this was were he was meant to die.

Ryan watched as Brent walked back into town. He saw that he had a slight limp, and red was showing through some of his bandages. He leaped down to the ground in front of Brent. He started digging through is bag as he approached him.
"Yer bleedin partner." Ryan took out more bandages and a syringe filled with med-x.
"i can patch that up for ya if you like?"

OOC: Guess this is night time RP ^_^
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IC:
Mia saw the Raiders preparing for their attack and desided to get in one of the buildings. She desided to use the General Store, since it was to the right from the bridge and was harder to shoot at. She opened the door and crouched next to one of the windows. Then she unholstered her Infiltrator and waited for the Raiders to come in shooting range...

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OOC: Alright I'm so sleepy and can't write more, srry...by the way try not to finish the battle without me... and Skippy you can use my character in the fight since I woun't be back soon. (After 15 hours...)

Clay, Gracie, and their Regulators crested a hill, they saw the Raider army. They decided to head further towards Drilldon, out of sight of the Raiders of course. As they crouched and ran as fast as possible to Drilldon, they were all readying their guns. When they got to a position overlooking some open ground in front of Drilldon, Clay gave the order "Alright 50 of you get down the hill and hide in that brush, bring the 2 Mini-guns we have and as much ammo as you can carry. The rest of you stay here with Gracie and me, this town may depend on us, so by God shoot fast and accurate, and make sure you hit each target!" Every Regulator nodded, shook hands, and took prone positions all along the hills, they were all armed with long ranged weapons, and in the perfect range when the battle broke out.

Clay and his regulators had seen the number of Raiders, at least 200. Should the need arise, they'd have to opt for melee. Luckily they all carried an assortment of melee weapons, and could use them. However, they were skilled enough in marksmanship to hopefully keep out of direct contact.

"God help us." said Clay, "Have faith, Clay, we can win, have Faith." And they watched in silence, silence of the coming storm.

"Joey! I won't die here like a dog, not today, it's to damn early for us!" as he brought Joey closer by pulling on his shirt." Are you listening to me?!" as he let go of him. "If we stay here we WILL die, it's a fact, all of you people know it!" as he shouts out loud in the center of town. "We need a plan people! Think damn you!" as he jumps up onto the rafters getting everyones attention.

OOC:

Yeeaaaaaahhh....No...I want a war! I mean, war is the highlight of RP's.

IC: He pushed Apollo off, and punched him hard in the nose, "Do you wanna' get killed? Touch me again and I wont even need these mercs! I'll gut you like brahmin!". The talon on the couch yelled, "Raiderrrs!". Idiot, everyone had already seen. Joey looked at the crowd of gangsters and thugs. He had about only 120 on his side. Mostly mercs, and wasters. Everyone was in combat armor, metal armor,leather armor, even improvised waster clothes with sheets of broken power armor on them and a old vault security armor they had found on some dead vault dweller.

They were armed to the roof, but with only things like SMG's, sawed off shotguns, non-sawed off double barrels, pistols, revovlers, rifles, and so on. Joey grabbed his chinese assault rifle, cut off his beard, and grabbed a metal helmet. He went up to the highest building in the city, the common house. He went up five floors, to the rooftop, where only a sniper was. Other people were pointing guns through the windows, with miniguns, and assault rifles.

He drank the last sip of whiskey and smashed it, by throwing it to the dirt. This time, they wouldn't be defeated so easily, they were prepared.

Ryan finished repatching up Brent and gave him a shot of med-x to help with the pain. As he stood he heard the booming voice of apollo. He listened to his words, and slowly rose. joey turned and gave him a decent cross to the face.
Ryan forced his fear down to the pit of his stomach and said,

"I-I have an idea."

Ryan felt the town go silent as they listened to the southern boy with no ring finger.

"We could act like were going out to them again. If you are hit, or wounded, no matter what, fall down, and lay still. We fight for only a few minutes, and then act like we've been routed. I guarantee the raiders will chase us. They've tasted blood, and they're eager for more. we'll pull them into our mine field, and within range of the turrets. Once the routed army gets back to the gate, they will turn, and fight. At that moment, all of the men in the field, faking death will rise and attack the rear. With any luck, we'll come out on top." Ryan stared out at the crowd, waiting for a reply.

Sitting behind Ryan as he gave his plan,he noticed he didn't take Clay into account.

"Hey,I know for a fact Clay went out to get the Regulators. He needed time to get them,so I tryed to get it for him. Shouldn't we take that into account when making a plan? We could try to surround these bastards for a change!"

Mitch swaps his old clothes for regular Merc Charmer outfit, but with a black, instead of blue, pants and jacket. He heads to the rooftop with his father, with his hunting rifle out, "Hey dad, can I stick with you in case...You know? We die?". Joey smiled, "Sure son, it'll be great fighting with you.".

Ryan turned and nodded in brents direction.
"The problem is that the regulators dont know about this. They'll most likely attack as soon as we come out...And we can't risk sending another person out. The raiders will know theres a reinforcement party. We'll have to pray that the regulators have somewhat of a head on their shoulders."

Brent got one more dose of Med-X from Ryan to use later. After getting his stuff together,he saw no point in asking for more ammo,in his shape he couldn't snipe and he had enough bullets for his pistol. He decided to take this last chance to eat,and in the common house all he found was some smelly slabs of raw molerat in the fridge.

"So what could be my last meal...is this s**t? Well Millie,I hope you never have to eat this crap."

After cooking some of the stink off the meat he brought it,along with everything else,to the general store. When he walked in he saw a woman(Mia),using the spot as well. She didn't say anything as he came in,she was probably too focused on the upcoming battle to care.

Brent sat against the wall in the backroom of the store,which was empty with all of the guns and bullets gone. He took out and loaded his chinese pistol before laying it in front of him. After forcing down the meat,he decided to sharpen his knife until it was time. The rythmic scraping noise helped calm him down a little. Just a little.

It was then he started humming the ancient song the old-ghoul taught him,he didn't even realize he was humming.

"Gracie, I'll have to go into town, if the settlers have any kind of plan we have to know about it otherwise things could go wrong." Gracie looked at him, long and hard she thought, "Alright, but for God's sake be careful Clay." The two kissed and Clay said, "No matter what happens, hold fast." And Clay was off running in the direction of Drilldon. Vaulting over rocks he finally made it to Drilldon, quickly he noticed the one in charge, Ryan, he thought. "Ryan, my Regulators are positioned just on that hill to the right of the walls, they have a good view of the battlefield, but we HAVE to know what the plan is. So what is it?"

The Raiders were all amped and ready to fight. The Vanguard was at its strongest, and would be a cause for worry with the settlers. Adam eyed the town with his binoculars, and saw that they preparing for the fight. The Raiders hooted and howled as Adam walked, looking at them before they were sent out. Suddenly with the quickness of a whip, Adam gave the order to attack. The crowd did not move as three Rocket Launcher's were brought up, and shot at the front of the settlement. The rockets flew through the air, galently hitting near the entrance. Several more explosions erupted, causing more explosions by the mines. Adam smirked under his mask.

"ATTACK!!!" Adam yelled charging towards the town. The whole army charged forward, and broke through the front of the town, some were hit by the turrets and mines that had not been disarmed. Two Vanguard's quickly took out the turrets, throwing grenades at them and molotov cocktails. The settlers seemed shocked at the sudden attack, but were better prepared this time around. Adam unholstered his .44 Magnum, and unleashed several rounds into three Talon Company merc's with little experience. The raiders scattered through the settlement, attacking all who got in their way. Adam grabbed for his sword, all the bladed weapons had been dipped in a very poisoness venom, that killed its victims in a matter of seconds. Settlers were struck down near Adam and Drake, dying by the sudden shock of the poison. The battle was going well so far.

"Do not let up, massacre these fools. Let none live, kill them twice if you have to!" Adam ordered, striking a charging settler down with his sword. Snipers tried taking out some of the Raiders, but got no where, and were quickly taken down by the heavily armed Vanguard. The Raiders continued to filter into the town. It was like a massive tidal wave hitting a small beach. The Raiders were relentless.

OOC: O.K., there's my opening post of the battle.

OOC: Prepare to die MAD MAX, I have a surprise for ya.

Clay couldn't wait much longer, he had to get back to the Regulators. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Clay hurried towards the hill where Gracie and the 130 Regulators were stationed, all of them in prone positions on the hill and men with mini-guns and other Big Guns down below. They all saw the Raider army approach Drilldon. "Make ready men, we'll Flank them, make every shot count, we're outnumbered." Just then, rockets were fired from the Raider army and hit near the town, then the Raiders began a bloodthirsty charge, ripping into the town with full force. Gracie and Clay gave the orders, "Big Gunners advance, surround the flanks of the Raiders! Snipers stay on the hill and kill every Raider in your sights! All of you with automatics and the like follow us!" And so began the march.

Already, Clay could here the Snipers firing at the Raiders, hopefully each bullet hitting its mark. Once Clay and his platoon of support fire got close to the Raiders, about 50 yards away, he gave the order, "OPEN FIRE!!" And all at once the night was lit up by the fire of Mini-guns, 2 Rocket launchers, and a ton of automatic weapons, ripping into the Raiders. Clay himself was taking careful aim, in 3 burst rounds he was killing the Raiders. But he knew they'd run out of ammo soon, just a bit longer, and he would have to use his fire-axe.

Down to 2 clips, each shot counts. Clay looked at Gracie, they both knew what would have to happen. Soon you could hear the clicks of empty guns, "Melee! Show the mother [censored]ers what we can do!" yelled Clay as he pulled out his axe and charged, soon all of the Regulators threw down their weapons and pulled out their close-combat arms. Clay ran into the Raiders and in an instant he lopped off the head of one while driving the head of axe into another Raider, it was chaos as the flanks of the Raiders were beset by the Regulators. The fight was now shifting. Clay just hoped the settlers were faring well.

OOC: Oh and by the way there are about 60 snipers on the hill, and the guys who came with me numbered 70. This'll be fun. And I reckon we killed at least 43 or so of your Raiders, or does that sound unfair?