ooc: are we all on the same truck?
John Lancaster- North Vegas....
North Vegas in the early morning, although John hadn’t been in Vegas for that long he knew there wasn’t much in the north end of Vegas apart from some industrialized agriculture, the main action was in the south and looking that way you could see the lights and sounds of the casino on the strip….
Taking out his lighter John smoked a cigarette; he knew they were bad for you but seeing how he could quite easily die on this mission [censored] it…. a little bit of lung cancer was worth the stress relief…
It was at that movement that the Military trucks behind them sprung to life and a tallish man with long sideburns… the “courier” fella walked towards the group, flicking a cigarette butt as he did.
He’s hardly a courier anymore…
Let’s go folks, make yourselves comfortable." the Courier said with a smirk, pointing at the flatbed truck to his right. The other truck already had House's diplomats seated in it.
John was one of the first on the truck, managing to get a seat on the steel “benches” next to the driver cabin where he could rest his head against should he decide to have an nap, it was an long way to go…
"Seating courtesy of the U.S. Army." he stated dryly as he sat down. "Ahhh... it's gonna be a long ride…. Let's get 'er going Mitch!" he added on and with that the truck containing the diplomats pulled out, and the other quickly followed it.
"We're taking some back roads to avoid parts of the Long 15 and Highway 93 that have a raider problem. We'll end up on the 93 close to Desert Ranger territory. That'll be our next stop, in about 8 hours. Oh, and I almost forgot..." the Courier shouted over the roar of the truck as he produced a sack that had been tied to his belt. From it he pulled several smaller sacks and tossed one to each member of the group.
John opened his small sack; there were caps inside probably about 1000 or so given the size. Tying up the small sack again John placed it inside his jacket pocket. Buying medical supplies could get costly depending on the injures so he was glad he was getting some caps up front…
"1000 caps each. House says it's to cover "travel costs" in case any of you happen to be broke, which, by the looks of it..." the Courier chuckled to himself. Clearing his throat, he added, "Just kidding of course, you look like a fine bunch of merry adventurers. Hell, I picked you, for the most part." the Courier said, still talking loudly over the roar of the trucks. "If you have any questions, ask now. It's loud so speak up." he added after a few moments.
“I have one.” John said as he shouted over the roar of the trucks “what do you know about states we are travelling though? Any hotspots we should avoid?” John asked.” Also I think it’s about time we introduced ourselves to each other, I’m john Lancaster, former OSI Doctor, don’t worry I got fired from punching my boss and not gross negligence. "John chuckled.
“Any of you get Shot up, stabbed or otherwise injured I can patch you up good as new. “John added on.
Mako
Mako's excitement was now officially at an all time high. Her nervousness and excitement showed clear as day. She stood just before the Courier, in her raider sadist armor. Whilst her Fathers NCR Duster hung off her shoulders, arms flapping in the early morning breeze. The coat was worn more like a cloak, with small chains connecting on each end of the collar. She fidgeted and cracked her hands still wearing a pair of brass knuckles, while they clacked and bashed against each other.
As the engines? Yes the engines, that's what they called 'em in the Old World. Revved up. The Courier spoke. "Let's go folks, make yourselves comfortable." the Courier said with a smirk, pointing at the flatbed truck to his right. The other truck already had House's diplomats seated in it. He made a quick quip, about the seating before turning around.
"We're taking some back roads to avoid parts of the Long 15 and Highway 93 that have a raider problem. We'll end up on the 93 close to Desert Ranger territory. That'll be our next stop, in about 8 hours. Oh, and I almost forgot..." the Courier shouted over the roar of the truck as he produced a sack that had been tied to his belt. From it he pulled several smaller sacks and tossed one to each member of the group.
"1000 caps each. House says it's to cover "travel costs" in case any of you happen to be broke, which, by the looks of it..." the Courier chuckled to himself. Clearing his throat, he added, "Just kidding of course, you look like a fine bunch of merry adventurers. Hell, I picked you, for the most part." the Courier said, still talking loudly over the roar of the trucks. "If you have any questions, ask now. It's loud so speak up." he added after a few moments.
"Hey hey? So what was it like seeing Kimball's face as you kicked him out of Hover Dam. Oooh I bet he was pissed. I would have broken his arm myself. Hehehe." Mako laughed as she tried to find a comfortable spot while sitting on the hard seats. "So you recruited us? You know our skills. What's yours?" She said. Just after another spoke up. A John Lancaster, as he introduced himself. A Doctor it seemed.
"A Doc huh? Names Mako. I like punching things. I cook well enough, but breaking bones, and popping heads is what I do best. And I love the sound of a cracking femur. Just like opening a bottle of pop." Said Mako, as she smiled widely, cheek to cheek. It sounded so innocent, if you ignored the contents of what she just said.
Gibson
The arrival of two pre-war military trucks shattered the morning silence and announced the beginning of their trip. They pulled up roaring and shaking bringing the promise of adventure and excitement, a fine change as far as the ex-ranger was concerned. The Courier, who had put this all together, addressed those who had answered the call and gathered here at the break of dawn.