Layne would instinctively reach back and grab the arm of whoever approached him from behind, fully ready to twist, and snap the limb. It was an instantaneous reflex at this point. He'd frown after seeing it was Ridgemont, drunk off his ass and talking like some commie bastard.

"You drunk fool. Your lucky you don't have a dislocated shoulder and broken arm right now. I've been attacked from behind too many times to nullify that instinct, I suggest you announce yourself from this point on."

* Ridgemont remains half drunk* Ah yes, defender who asks me where I get vodka, see, my ancestors were russians who came to america to see if we fared well, but [censored] no, it was bad out here, they remained in tenpenny tower for a long time, my father had a few stills of vodka intact, and I took them with me when I left. Its like lenin dancing when i drink this crap, but its all fine. * Ridgemond once again, embaressingly, pukes on the defender* HOHO, now I can see lenin yelling at me while throwing loafs of bread, [censored] INIATIATE!!!!!!

Hey, defender layne, no hard feelings, right? * Ridgemond pulls out a laser pistol* Lets have another party!!!!!!!!! * Ridgemond pulls out a laser pistol and aims it at the plaque that layne had broken earlier, Ridgemond let loose and covered half the wall with holes, and then he aimed the gun at Layne* LETS PUT ON A SMILEY ON THAT DEPRESSING FACE!!!

Jonathan looked at Ridgemond "This is a poor example of a soldier he's making a fool out of himself in front of a protector nonetheless. " "Soldier get a hold of yourself". Jonathan knew it was no good he was too drunk. He was about to say something else but he stopped himself. "Daniel ill get him downstairs to his bunk if you want and ill send for someone to clean this up. He seems too drunk to do anything right now , if we have to go to the mall right now he'll be a danger to us all."

The mall? ah yes, lets go shopping!!!!!! I bring some more vodka, and I will flood the BOS with toxic vodka pools!!!!!! * Ridgemond continues his rampage with his laser pistol*

"Never mind ill take him to his bed right away before he makes himself look more like a fool. Ridgemond follow me!" Jonathan couldn't make out what he said after that. "What did you say?" Ridgemond then walked up to him and whispered in his ear. His breath reeked of alcohol so Jonathan stepped back but he still couldn't hear. " Wait what, say it again Ridge?"

Layne would keep his hand hovering near his sidearm, a typical laser pistol but effective none the less. "I suggest you get him to the brig before I have to remove something. As it stands he fired a laser pistol in the vicinity of an officer. That's reason enough for me to blow his head off, but I don't feel like getting a fellow Outcasts blood on my hands...tonight anyway."

Layne would then remain there, still ready to draw on the drunken fool at any moment. "Should learn how to handle his alcohol, 'cause I damn sure won't be this lenient next time."

"Get over here." Jonathan grabbed Ridgemond by the collar. He quickly descended the stairs and left Ridgemond with the doctor. "Doc this guy is [censored] drunk." Ridgemond vomits again. "He's your problem now. Just get him back to normal before our mission starts." Jonathan sighed. "Oh and Doc let me have some stimpaks just in case." He took his stimpaks and went back to the hallway.

He glanced at the wall with Chase's plaque. "Cant believe it's already destroyed, he just got his promotion and most of the defenders are pissed. Jonathan let it go, right now I need to go back up to my squad mates." He slowly climbed the stairs not wanting to see what kind of mess was up there. Jonathan slowly opened the door to the roof but everything was back to normal. Well depending on you definition of normal. "He's taken care of Layne, in the good hands of the Doc."

Chase looked over in annoyance at the drunked Defender. If his helmet weren't on right now, his glare would be burning a hole straight through him. "For once I agree with Deckard. Get that disgrace out of here and sober him up. There's no place in the Outcasts for someone with so little self-control."

Chase smirked under his helmet after the comment, well aware of the implied double meaning. He turned to Protector Thompson. "Just what kind of resistence can we expect down there? Anything heavy or just more of their initiates?"

* ridgemond finally sobers up after and while and heads up with his squad mates and Protector Chase* I am incredibly sorry for my stupidity, I hope I can make up for it by volunteering for the suicide charge into the enemy ranks when we finally get to really fight. I will do whatever it takes to regain my honor sir!!!!!!! * Ridgemond puts on his laser rifle, laser pistol, and starts walking along his men* Layne, john, forgive me for puking on your suits, next time you can slit my throat if i do it again, my way of saying thanks for not firing my ass into oblivion. Now then ,what was our assignment daniel gave us? * Ridgemonds power armor reeks of vodka along the way*

"Ridge you need to keep your [censored] in line if you want to impress the higher ups." Jonathan was furious even though they couldn't see him under his helmet but by the looks of it Ridgemond felt it. "Make sure you don't do it again or we will send you on that suicide run, that is if Layne doesn't kill you first."

Jonathan heard Chase talking to Thompson about the new mission and just as he said resistance he felt cold as if he knew deep inside that it wasn't just going to be a few initiates but he shrugged it off.


"Ridgemond get over here let me clean you weapons they look dirty and prone to jamming." Ridgemond handed his rifle over to Jonathan and it only took him a few minutes to get it working properly. "Ridge, Just stay alive I don't want anyone in this squad dying."

* Ridgemond grabs rifle and nods* so, were going back to the Mall eh, good opportunity for me to scavenge a few things, I found this enclave broadcasting dish right near a mutant camp. If i could just slip through the group, I can haul it off to the group in no time, and we will get way better reception from any station with that baby. * Ridgemond runs off to the front of the group* I am going to leave to go get a enclave dish boys, if i make it back in one piece, vodka, i mean root beer, on me.

Brownings was in the barracks, laying on one of the top bunks looking at the ceiling, trying his best to ignore the drunk. Brownings was tempted to go and make an example of the fool, he was a soldier, not some wastelander getting wasted in a bar. Brownings thought about the recruit who wouldn't fight, after the battle Brownings had made an example of him by taking him in fall veiw of some recruits and beating him bloody. If they weren't going to bleed helping their brothers, Brownings was going to make sure they bleed for not fighting with their brothers.

Brownings got of the top of the bunk and got himself resuited up, he had been told by a third party about the trip into the Mall, he hadn't been into the center of D.C in quite a number of years, who knows how much it has changed.

((OOC:Just a post to show I'm still here, I've been stuck on what to type, and being english I can sometimes miss quite a bit, well I'm off to bed.))

* After hours of searching for the familiar mutant camp, Paul Richmond found the enclave broadcast dish, trying to pick it up and drag it* damn, its too heavy, what the hell am i gonna do now, the boss is going to kill me if i don't get out on time for the assault!!! * A brahmin is in a pen, mooing thoughts into Richmond* Hmmmmmmmm


* 2 hours later, Richmond appears on the horizon, gazing down on the outcast team that was assembled* I have the broadcast dish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* Everyone gazes as a mooing brahmin climbs up the broken overpass to see a Enclave broadcasting dish blinking repeatedly* How about that Chase?

Daniel heard what was going on with one of the new additions to the squad from the Doctor, and from the other men. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and found Ridgemond, "You like to drink huh?" he grabbed the man by he colar and through him into the large closet adjacent to the mess hall and walked in with him. Daniel through the bottle at the fool. "You better watch what you say, and how you act, your way out of line and one more outburst like the [censored] you just pulled your out, and not just out of my squad out of the Outcasts, go ahead, test me."

OOC: Enclave radio, edit you post, you never went anywhere.

Layne had already returned to the barracks before Ridgemont made it to the doctor. He'd had enough of the "Defender" making a fool of himself, and decided to do something productive instead. He started with his laser pistol, removing the pins and screws holding it together and disassembling it. Each of the complex parts were incredibly delicate when unprotected by the weapons reinforced frame, and Layne was quite experienced in dealing with laser-type equipment.

He would polish the focusing lens and reactor core, both fairly damaged from over-use in previous battles. He'd move on to his favorite weapon, an experimental assault rifle he'd found in the National Guard Armory years ago before he even joined the Brotherhood, an M16A4. That weapon had a scope that could magnify to 4x the average, making it a fairly useful semi-long range sniper rifle stand-in when set to single fire.

He'd remove the pin that held the entire weapon in place, causing it to fold in half, placing the pin between his lips to prevent losing it. He'd then completely gut the rifle, placing each part out on a towel before retrieving some gun oil from his satchel. He'd clean each part thoroughly before applying the oil, the entire process taking about a half hour. After reassembling it, he'd start on his armor, searching it for damage that could prove fatal in the battles to come. Much to his surprise, the armor was simply in need of a cleaning, covered in the blood of many unfortunate initiates and Knights of the Brotherhood.

His equipment in immaculate condition, and his mind too active to sleep, he'd drop to the floor and catch his weight, entering a set of 200 push-ups. By the time he was done he'd sweated the majority of alcohol out of his system, and ate some Cram before climbing onto his bunk and falling asleep. Tomorrow many more of his past brethren would die by his hand, and that was just fine.

OOC: ThatOneNwah please have your character go out to the roof, we are waiting

Sir yes sir, reporting for duty, ready to kill , burn, maim, and scavenge for our cause, SIR. Just one thing, you may be loyal to Casdin, and so am I. But remeber Defender Sibley, he got to cushy with fighting instead of getting tech, and he died because [censored] mcgraw gave that vault kid the tech we worked so hard for. Keep talking like you are going to exile me, but I am stil loyal, I may obey you now, but taking command of a squad doesn't mean ripping apart our main goal, the Brotherhood may have power armor on their carcass, but the carcass isn't the whole enchilada. We may fight the BOS today, but the west coast elders are probally pissed that no one is still loyal to them. I want to go scavenge tech, not grabbing land from a soon to be dead reformist group. I need to scavenge tech, either you let me die doing what our cause is for or you might as well execute me in front of the men. I will fight whenever you want, but that doesn't mean you need to restrict my activities to fighting idiot BOS initiates.

OOC: ((Uhhh alright.))

Layne would quickly rise after his short cat-nap and get geared up within minutes, sprinting down the hallways and up several flights of stairs, reaching the roof fairly quickly. "Reporting for duty, sir. Locked and loaded, ready to put some brass and bolt into some unlucky Brother's forehead."

OOC: ENCLAVE RADIO, YOU NEVER BROUGHT BACK A RADIO DISH, please edit both your posts, sorry guys, I just hate idiots

Ehr, fine, the moment i do something significant the forum time warps back to the damn party. Rrrr, damn vodka

Jonathan was laughing "Damn Ridgemond got what he deserved. " "Hey Dan when are we heading out its getting boring now that all the commotion died down." Jonathan glances over at Ridgemond. "What are you going to do about him." Jonathan grinned, it probably wasn't anything bad but he couldn't help it.

Most of the squad was up on the roof talking amongst themselves and the only person not up there was Browning "Browning Get up here we're almost heading out and your gonna miss it."
He then took out his laser rifle and aimed at Ridgemond. "Bam! hahaha just messing with you."

Layne would then turn to Daniel and await further instruction, aching to get him some more kills. "The Mall is a true blue battle zone. Weaklings will fall off fast. Should be a good test for the new Defenders, aye sir? And the new "Protector" as well."

Something was wrong. An unmistakable tension filled the air, and Layne could sense that something was about to go down. Ridgemont wasn't fit to be a soldier of any kind, he seemed to have mental issues causing him to imagine strange things at times.

"We are leaving, men, get ready, ah yes here if Defender Browning, ready to go? You look tired, and Ridgemond has one more chance, I will not tolerate someone like that jeopordizing our mission, lets head out.

OOC: I will let everyone post before I continue with the next part of the RP

OOC: I told you

* Ridgemond walks towards daniel in his merc combat armor and laser pistol ready* Sorry dan, but I can't let someone like you prevent any of us from grabbing tech like we are supposed to. Your just as bad as Protector Mcgraw, getting to cushy with other objectives and forgetting the mission. sorry it had to come to this. * Ridgemond pulls out his trusty laser pistol and aims it at Protector Daniel* Now, I finish what the outcasts started. * Ridgemond takes a shot and wounds Daniel in the leg, as if to intentionally injure and not kill him* And to the rest of you, if you are thinking of following someone who dictates a mission different to the reason why you joined in the first place, fire at me, this goes to the defenders. And initiates, if you think joining this man if fighing more initiates like yourself is going to gain you prestige, then you are very very wrong. * Ridgemond pulls out a grenade* Now then, Daniel, willing to finish off a "madman who cannot control himself* Fire.

Make your decision men. * Ridge nods towards every outcast, signalling wether to fire on me or Dan* Dan is going to likely survive, but I do have hope in some of you.

MAKE THE DECISION, ME OR PROTECTOR DANIEL, TRUE CAUSE OR FALSE HOPE.

Jonathan smiled."Time for some action, finally." He twirled his pistol and stuck it back in his holster. "Oh and chase watch out for the grenades. Nah i'm just joking ill take out any Bos with explosives before they even reach you guys just drop me off at a high building. Speaking of high building I suggest we take out the Washington monument first it'll give me a better sniping position"