[Felix Walde]

Naomi Graves

Naomi emerged from her yurt finally as the sun reached its highest point in the sky. Her cold eyes looked around the camp. To most, it would seem as though a groggy woman who had recently awoke was readjusting to the light. But the Hyenas knew better with Naomi--she was going through her mental check list.

-Guard Posts Manned? Check.

-Fence Still Up? Check.

-No Strangers? Check.

So far, so good. But you know that this is just the beginning of the day, don't you? Especially with the Festival tonight. So many of my Hyenas drowning in Nuka Cola and liquor--should be fun. Hopefully.

She frowned as thoughts of the possibilities rushed into her mind. Thoughts of raiders making an attack during the Festival of the Broken Shackle tonight. But spirits have been especially low lately with the recent loss of a Hunter Squad as well as the attack which took the life of Anna Shreve, a sweet girl about nineteen who was training to be a doctor. Not to mention that it had been six months ago that they were freed by their own force--six months to the day today. Maybe the festival tonight would be a bit uplifting--at least that's what she hoped.

[Loane]

John Taylor- The Tankard

John stood in one of the back alleys of Tankard town, the local hub of commerce in the area. Music and drunken antics from Matthew’s bar a few streets away could be heard in the distance but John hadn't come here for drinking… he’d given that up after the betrayal…

where the [censored] is that guy?

Taking a puff of his cigarette John waited for contact he'd came to Tankard to meet to arrive. Turning around he looked at Sue, a young looking woman with medium length black hair, grey eyes... carrying an Ammunition box in her hands, bag on her back full of parts brought by John and a Black spike-less slave collar around her neck….

“When we get back to Harrow take the laser pointer to Brandy.” John ordered the woman…

Sue nodded…

Another five minutes passed before a short bald man wearing leather armour entered the alley, a Master hand tattoo could be seen on the man’s face… “About time you [censored] got here do you have the info I wanted? Do you have the Name?” John asked.

The slaver chuckled “I do but my price has also doubled if you want the name it’s gonna be 500 caps.”

Ah [censored] meh I was going to kill him anyway...

With a rather annoyed look John scratched is eye-patch string… Why did people always ask for more? “I was going to pay the 250 caps we agreed on but you know what now your going to give me the Name for free or you aren't leaving this [censored]-hole alleyway alive.”

“[censored] you might be a [censored] Hyena but without me you won’-Ssploosh!!”The slaver said before being cut off by the sound of him melting into a pile of green goo after being critical shot by John’s scoped plasma pistol.

Holstering his plasma pistol John flicked his cigarette butt into the pile of green goo which was formerly the [censored]-bag slaver. “Get the info? Hahaha someone else will talk.”

“Let’s head back home.”

Later on – The Hallow

It was an uneventful trip back to the Hallow but then again unless you were a wild beast or had an army no-one had the balls to attack the Hyena. Especially not tonight…. The sixth month “anniversary” of them escaping from slavery, If anyone interrupted this party not even the families of Reno could protect them from Naomi's vengeance.

Entering the camp John saw Naomi Graves come out of her tent and do her "mental check" of the area to ensure everything was okay. John turned around and took the ammo box from Sue“Take the rest of the stuff back to the house then take the laser pointer to Brandy.”

Sue nodded before walking off to John’s room/workshop

“Naomi” John said as he approached the leader “I got those fireworks you wanted for the celebration.” he added on as he placed the ammo crate on a nearby table, opening up the box revealing that it was filled with old-world fireworks.... Cardboard rockets that made pattens in the sky when launched

can't bileve they had an holiday just for these things..

“These should make a very colourful display in the sky once they are launched but I'm gonna need some fuses to light them safety... do you think Ruby would have some?”John asked.

[Vera Maslar]

Caira rubbed her eyes as she went over her medical equipment, it was all there. She hadn't slept well, then again she couldn't remember the last time she slept well. Stepping outside the med hut she needed some fresh air for a minute. Looking around and could see preparations for tonight,she had to admit she didn't see the point, celebrating the end of their slavery. Why celebrate the end of something that should of never happened in the first place? but she brushed the thought aside she knew her opinion wouldn't be welcomed as most where exited for the celebration.

'Perhaps I'm just sour because I know tomorrow I'm going to end up dealing with all the hungover and supposedly sick people, Oh and there will be that one guy who blows his fingers off with these firework things' she thought to herself. She turned round and went back into the hut, she had one patient in at the moment, an idiot named Shaw who thought it would be a fun Idea when drunk to mess with a baby Radscorpian not only did he suffer numerous cuts he'd also been injected with a small amount of venom. Caira filled a syringe with some anti-venom

"This is gonna sting a little" Shaw was pretty out of it so he probably didn't even notice the injection, He was lucky it was only a small bit of venom as the alcohol would have sped up his bloodstream processing it quicker into his system and if they had taken any longer getting him back to medical the night before, he most likely would have died. She checked his other bandages to see if any needed replacing but they all seemed ok, she had done a pretty good job of cleaning up the night before and stopping the bleeding but they would no doubt need changing later. He would be due one last round of anti-venom later and then a bit of rest up time to clear his system of the toxin.

Caira doubted there would be any raids today but she checked her weapons just in case, she liked to be prepared. She had nothing left to do at the moment unless another patient turned up so she laid down on her bunk and closed her eyes, maybe she would sleep and maybe she wouldn't but at least her eyes could rest for a bit either way.

[Russell Davies]

Aazim Nasir - Haven

Aazim sat kneeling in the cool interior of the makeshift musalla that sat in the center of Haven. The noise of the village outside seemed to dissipate as one entered the small abode, what little light there was came from small slits that rounded the domed ceiling. Aazim exhaled slowly and turned his head to the right

"Assalamo Alaikum Wa Rehmatullah" , he then turned his head to the left and repeated; then after bowing his head he rose and moved towards the door. Aazim stopped short of the door and began to remove his clothing, changing into the outfit than hung from several crude hooks on the wall. It was a pair of baggy sirwals, boots and red jacket, Aazim stepped out of the musalla on to the muddy central square of the village. It was a small market, primarily with farmer and shepherd selling foodstuffs along with a few artisan selling their crafts. Aazim's favorite stall in the market was run by a large family that had a small apple orchard on the outskirts of Haven; they sold both fresh apples & apple products at the market almost each day. Aazim followed his nose to the stall and smiled as he caught the eye of Julia and Marc, they were twins and the middle children of the family; both of them had curly black hair and both wore their's long and down.

"As-salamu alaykum" Aazo," Aazim said

"Wa alaykum s-salam" responded Julia and Marc, Aazim smiled and nodded

"Very good children, how are you today?" Aazim asked as he leaned against the market stall. Julia turned and left while Marc spoke.

"We're doing okay Mr. Aazim, thoguh last night when we were putting out hte fire Manny got his hands burnt up real bad, so no moms is taking care of him."

"How badly was he burned?"

"I don't know, didn't look too bad though, it was just really red with bumps all over it and every time my moms touched one, this yellow stuff started coming out." Aazim grimaced at Marc's words

"Though it won't do much at this stage, I have an aloe plant which is very effective at treating burns. I will bring it by later tonight" Julia then returned with a small basket and bottle.

"Here ya go Mr. Aazim, apple pie and cider, both fresh." Aazim thanked Julia and opened the basket, he peaked inside and took a deep breath of the pie; it smelled heavenly.

"Tell your parents I give them my thanks, I love your mother's cooking and the cider, well you both know how i feel about your cider" Aazim said with a smirk

"No problem, when will our next lesson be?" Asked Marc

"Tomorrow at the Mussalla after morning Salah, bring something to eat as we will be heading outside of town." This peaked both of the children's interest "We will be scouting for a place in order to construct a permanent Mosque, though the mussalla has served us well we need a permanent place to worship." The children were excited as it was the rare that they left Haven, much less for something other than hauling cider out to Tankard. Aazim thanked them again for the food and drink and then headed towards his home next to the mussalla. Like the mussalla and most of the buildings in Haven it was constructed from mud and wood, small and squat and it sported a rough dome-shaped roof painted red. The interior was dark and cool like cave, but hanging cloth and decorations covered the drab physical features. A large bed that was only just slightly off the ground was pushed up against the rear wall, next to it and sprawled out over most of the interior were cheap, thick rugs and tanned skins. There was a small wooden table with several chairs around it, and a wash basin near the door. Only two windows were in the small hut and even then they were vertical slits with glass bottles shoved through in order to color the light. The resulting red-orange light cast a peaceful glow over the room.

[Trent Theriot]

Dog straightened his back and got into the ever so famous plank shape that was required to do a proper push up. He was used to this now. In a moment he had gotten started and a couple of minutes later he had cranked out a good thirty push ups. That was only one set though, he had two more he had to get through. At least the jogging was done with though. He hated jogging, it made his feet sore. Flat feet, one of the rangers had said. Not like a dog, but he wasn't a dog was he, he was just Dog – a teenager who had lived a relatively decent life until the slaver thing happened. He didn't like thinking back on that, but when he was training it helped, it pushed him forward through the burning of his muscles. A minute passed and he was back on the ground. Thirty more push ups were obliterated. [censored] slavers. He wished he could escape again just so he could kill them with a clearer mind and a sharpened body. That's what he had been working on for the last five months. What his short term goal had been. To weaponize himself. Thus far he had done a pretty decent job. He was a far cry stronger, faster and smarter than he had been when he became Dog all those months ago. It was a long path, maybe even an ever lasting one, but he was on it and that was what mattered most.

Another minute went. He went back down. Cranked out fifty before collapsing, breathing heavily but happily. He was better. He got to his feet slowly, catching his breath and beginning to do various stretches. He didn't mind muscle pain, especially since one of the Rangers had told him it meant his muscles were becoming stronger. He still didn't mind the stretching though. It gave the exercising a bit of closure. It relaxed him and told both he and his body that they were done for now. Maybe for the day even, considering just what day today was. Six months to the day. They had broken free from their shackles and slain their captors six months ago. It felt like longer.

Dog made his way back to the yurt he shared with a couple of his brothers. It didn't take that long, the Hyena's camp wasn't all that big. Smaller was easier to defend he guessed. It made jogging a tad boring but he favoured his and his peoples lives over a more scenic jog. Reaching his little piece of home at home he pulled off the tank top he had been sweating in and pulled on a slightly cleaner and more baggy black shirt. Not being in any kind of rush he picked up his Glock and inspected it, making sure it was safe before loading the magazine in and making it deadly. Putting the safety on he tucked the sleek little weapon into the back of his jeans. Better safe than sorry. A good motto. One anybody who had ever shot themselves in the ass wished they had heeded he imagined. He then picked up his Bowie knife along with the belt it was strapped to. He loved this blade, it was a beautifully crafted weapon, he only wished he had gotten to use it six months ago. Now that would have been enjoyable. Putting his belt and blade on he finalized his preparation by picking up his small skinning knife and slipping it into his back pocket. A fine weapon. One best kept hidden and used in scenarios where surprise was deadly however. Fully dressed and armed he stared out of the yurt. It was time to wonder out and see what he could learn tonight.

[Tanika O'Connell]

Naomi Graves

She began her patrol and noticed Dog. It was he who caught her interest and it was he who she would find. Naomi began walking to get to him.