Cliff squinted and spotted new comers on the horizon. "Seems like this place is a magnet for people," he thought aloud. Cliff turned his attention to Joey who seemed to be doing better, but would he be healthy enough for the attack on the Raiders? Only time will tell he thought.

Cliff left his post on top of the building, holstering his Sniper Rifle on his shoulder. He walked slowly down the stairs contemplating whether or not to join the attack. On one hand he came to Drilldon eager to escape his violent ways. But on the other hand they could use every gun they could get on the assault on the raiders.

Thoughts swirling madly, he left the building and spotted the newcomers, entering the town. "Oh, hell."

Eddy had packed up his supplies and started walking to the raiders cave. Joey had given him the whereabouts on an old holotape.
While Eddy was walking he decided to redo his equipment check; his infiltrator, about 500 5.56 bullets, 10 mines and 15 grenades. He grimaced at the mines when he saw them, because they were old army issue mines. They had a tendency to explode under light pressure and he gingerly repacked them.

When he finished his last minute check, he had almost arrived to the raider hideout. When he arrived he saw little resistance, two men with light handguns. Probably .32’s.


Eddy slid behind a rock and chuckled at how easy it would be to pick them off. He looked through his scope and pulled the trigger.

Eddy had checked and moved the raider’s bodies and planted two army issue mines by the cave entrance. He popped a smoke canister and waited for Wally.

Wally and Eddy scoped out the raider cave and were surprised by their numbers. Wally gasped when he saw over 30 raiders in what looked to be the main hall.
Eddy refocused him and they planted the rest of the mines. They went back out to the entrance and popped another can of smoke.

They then waited for the rest of the assault team.

((Dude...Seriously? Fights cant be that quick! You need to describe how they screamed, what you shot with, when you reloaded, who shot who, and all that good stuff, first!))

"Who runs this little 'fort' here?" Apollo asked as he pulled his modifed assault rifle out. He aims for the front door. "This place is being attacked by what appears to be raiders," as he took a quick look around the battlefield, "If there is someone alive left speak!" He begins to approach the doors.

Mitch pops out of the common room and points his sawed-off at the man. "Fort? I'm insulted! Put your gun down, and this can be resolved peacefully.".

Name: Andy Peters
six: Male
Appearance: Blue eyes, calm expression all the time, skin falling apart.
Armor/Clothes: Combat armor personalised.
Age: 22 when he was changed.
Race: Ghoul
Personality: Calm, never gets angry.
Weapons: Chinese Assault Rifle, Silenced 10mm Pistol.
Bio: Originally was born in 2172, in 2194 he was changed into a ghoul after living his full life in radiation. He's been scavving the wasteland since and he knows the ups and downs of life. He knows what to do to stay alive.

I was walking down in the southern end of the Wastelands when I noticed something. A small town, I walked up and I blinked a couple of times.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?" I asked, pulling out my rifle and turning off the safety.

Apollo looks at Mitch with an almost evil stare which makes most mens' blood run cold. "What is your name?" as he begins to lower his gun, "Are you a raider or do you own this 'fort'?" he asks swifltey. He puts his gun to his side and begins to walk to the front door. "You gonna open up or what. What's your story anyways.?" he asks impatienly as he re-adjusts his black faded dew rag.

Mitch spits at the man, "Say fort again and i'll shoot you, and no, i'm not a raider, in fact we have just spent most of our time defending our town from raiders!". He checks to see if his sawed-off is loader, because this might get ugly. Two shotgun shells, check.

"You don't want to mess with me boy." He walks past the spit up to the door. "Son, I don't want to fight you, I have some info on the raiders, what do you call this place anyways?" Apollo asked as he leans on one of the outer walls. "And how'd you come to own it anyways? I'd expect someone with a little more season to own er'." He begins to put his rifle away onto his back. "Now that mines away you mind not pointing that at me?" he spits on the dirt.

Mitch puts his gun away, too, "Okay, the TOWN is called Drilldon, and no, I don't run this place, my dad does. See that man guarding the bridge? Don't let the leg fool ya', he'll be better in no time."

"Relly? Drilldon you say, hmmm..." as he rubs his chin. "I think I rember hearing that name when I was in the West, something about the sewers or something having lethal amounts of radiation or something. So that man with his leg busted up, how'd it happen?" He looks at the man with the damged leg, "Sir what is your name? Do you need some medicine? I've brought some for myself from the Outcasts, it's a super drug, helps the amino acids in the body chemically bond faster, in other words it'll help regenerate the tissue." as he takes a small package out from his pocket. "Can I come in by the way you've never answed me that." as he tucks the package under his arm and cracks his knuckles.

"I'm Joey, no, my leg will heal, and sure, you can come in since you -ARE- in, ya' jerk!".

"Hahahaha." he laughs. "So Joey, how'd you end up here? I mean of all places this wasn't a good place to establish a town." as he spits on the ground. "I've been hearing rumors about this place, and there are pretty bad things all around. You got a mutant breeding ground about 4 clicks north of here, and this is the closes't town to the raiders den." as he takes his shades off. "You guys got any liquor around here? Preferbly scotch? So what are your plans about dealing with these two things?" as he takes a seat on the ground.

Joey grabs a board of wood and walks to the man sitting down and points his combat shotgun at him, "You can stay here if you SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT MY TOWN, and liquoir is at the saloon. Oh, and you have to hunt for food if you want to stay...."...Joey walks to his office and loudly mumbles, "Jerk...".

"Hold on a second friend..." as he stands up. "Do you really want another enemy? There are already the raiders and mutants, not to mention the on-coming maelstrom of enclaves coming closer everyday. Now it looks to me as if you could get every hand of help around here Joey, and I just happen to have a little tid-bit of info on the raiders leader." he starts to walk to the saloon. "If you want to know more then I'll happily buy you a drink at the saloon." as he walks to it.

P.S. like how this story is going, I'm just playing my character as he was supposed to be play, im not a jerk in real life and you seem pretty chill too hahaha.

Joey grabs his crutch and walks to the saloon, "Okay, fine, its a truce, we don't need enemies, and you can stay in the common house if you like. And about that information.". He opens the door, "What KIND of information!?".

((Yeah, I know, characters rarely reflect people in real life. My characters are all hard asses and I couldn't kill a frog!))

He walks into the saloon and takes a seat. "Well my good man, there just happens to be a man who knows who and what he looks like." as he asks for a whiskey. "That man would be me, now I'll tell you the name but I won't give you the descritpiton until we've come to an agreement. Deal?" as he drinks. "Ahhh.. that's the good stuff, anyways the Raiders' Band leader is name Hellix." as he takes another swig of whiskey. "As for the agreement I say 50%-50% of the caps we bring back. And if your lucky I might just tell you a little about the encalve on our trek there." as he finishes his glass.

Joey agrees, hesitantly. "Okay, fine, deal. But we're doing the fight MY way! Come to my office for the warplan.". Joey grabs his crutch and begins to walk. Suddenly he lets go of the crutch and walks on his own. "It dont hurt anymore.".

"Hahahaha." he laughs with a strange humor to the tone. "OK, we'll do it your way, hey at least your more combat effective now huh?" as he goes to pick the crutch up for Joey. "But you do realize we will need more than just us two correct?" as he hands the crutch to him.

"Yes, I know that, i'll bring my son, too. We can't bring EVERYONE!". He sits down, and begins to discuss the plans. "Okay, first you throw a grenade through the window and shoot everything moving on the first floor. Then we put charges on the door to the second floor and blow it to hell! Then my son, me, and you will head to cover and start blasting everthing in sight. Of course their will probaby be the insane wacko who will kamakazi us with pin-pulled grenades. So be quick 'bout it, understand?"


He draws the plan with football-like schemes on the chalkboard behind his desk. "Okay, you got that all?".

"OK, but just a tid-bit of information, Hellix's place of organization is under the complex where they're at. Oh, and for grenades, you want me to use a plasma or frag?" as he laughs and begins to stand. "I always enjoy the fusion chamber reaction that the grenade lets loose. Hahahahaha..." he takes out a small map. "Here are the details of their base of operations, rember, there will be at least 1 sniper on lookout." as he hands the map to Joey.

Joey raises his eyebrow, "Sniper? Okay, then WE'LL get a sniper, too! As for that grenade. Plasma. Heheh...".

"Hahahaha, I like the way you think. As for your son, is he a good shot? I saw trying to stick me with a shotgun." he takes a small flask out and drinks. "Ahhh... I'm expecting about 20 to 24 guys, it's gonna be alot to carry back, IF we come back. You have any Brahmin here? We could leave them about half a click from where we are going." he puts the flask away.

"Damn right he's a good shot!". He chuckles for about a minute, then it fades, " We have brahmin near the south. But be careful. Thats where HE lives!".

"Alrightyyy then. I'll scout ahead, I'll meet you at the designated coordinates." he heads for the door. "Oh, and please be careful, my last contract ended, lets' just say it's where i got the scar from." he walks out into the center of Drilldon. and heads for the exit.

(I think that we should throw a twist into it but it's up to you, you know like a random event or something)