[Rude Gurl]

Spoiler

OOC: It's good but only if you know how to appreciate the story. It's definitely not a run and gun type of movie. It's more of a story based movie that focuses on the story and character development rather than action. There is action though.

[Rex Help]

OOC: This is the real world - ish - those mines are buried not just dropped on the floor; and yes there are twelve of Enclave Soldiers (about a third of all our soldiers) plus me, Adams & two technicians.

EDIT: Also that's our ONLY Vertibird, it's kinda important, please consult me or Chris before blowing it up.

[Lou]

OOC: Yeah, Adam got there before me. We only have one vertibird, and that bird is probably our best piece of tech. It's like our version of Liberty Prime, I suppose.

And just so you know, there are 5 (or is it 6?) more soldiers sweeping the Vault, and when Adams hears the explosion, he's gonna divert all forces to the plaza, so be careful...

[jasminε]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Before long, Sonia responded to the question. "That...that's what I wanted to talk to you about. William's broken..." She then burst into a stream of tears.

The Don didn't know exactly how to handle the situation at this point, so he merely placed a hand on her shoulder, in effort to calm her, and then called the maid to bring in a glass of water.

Once she had collected herself she began to speak once more. "We lost the GECK in Vault 109 to the Enclave. After that...my dear fiance is a broken man. For all we know...he could be planning to end the Enclave and the Federation. We both know that will fail...but after that loss and the stress of the countless battles before..."

"I see" Frank mumbled. This was news to him, he had no idea the Director was under so much stress. Despite ruling the city together they hadn't been in contact for quiet some time. His thoughts also traced back to Sonias previous statement. That they had lost the GECK. Frank had heard the name before, being from a Vault, but he had no idea of its functionality, or purpose, as he had been very young when his own vault went dysfunctional.

Sonia then went to sit on one of the chairs in the Dons office. "I just need to stay. Your mafia has become like a second family to us...so could I stay here for maybe a day or two? I don't want to be a burden."

"I understand, you're more than welcome to stay in one of the many suites here for as long as you wish" Frank nodded sincerely. He knew just how fragile she was at this moment. He had taken advantage of more than just a few young ladies in this very predicament. I could probably nail her if I tried. Frank considered before shaking his head and realizing that the thought was in bad taste. I'l get some later. I can't afford to get on the Directors bad side. Besides, I owe him almost everything I have right now, including my life. The Don remembered, watching the maid enter and present the glass of water to the emotional train-wreck in the chair by the name of Sonia.

He then ordered the maid to show her to one of the suites, and give her the key to it. "I'll talk to William later" Frank promised Sonia, and then walked over to his desk and plopped onto the chair.

Jesus, this Don thing is taking a heavier toll on me than I expected. Frank thought to himself, running a hand through his hair, and rubbing his eyes. "Call in the 'beast lord' please" Frank radioed back down to the lobby. He clasped his hands together on his desk, and sat in waiting for the woman to enter the room. I wonder what I can get out of this chick. the Don speculated silently, tapping his fingers on the desk.

[Dalton Greynolds]

OOC: This will be a post about the past about the Gauss Project's Origins.
Sonia Marx

"I understand, you're more than welcome to stay in one of the many suites here for as long as you wish" Frank nodded sincerely. Sonia nodded, still shaking a bit. A maid came in and she took a small glass of water. "Thanks."

Frank gave Sonia a small key to the suite he was talking about and ordered the maid to take her there. "I'll talk to William later," He said reassuringly to Sonia. She nodded and headed to the suite with the maid guiding her. Sonia thanked the maid with a bundle of caps and sat on the bed, overlooking the New Manhattan area, including a certain building that William promised would be their "Home"

Her mind turned back to the first days of the Gauss Project under William's control.

2273
"May the fifth Generation of Robco prosper as I hand over the control of this facility to my baby brother, William Snowe!"
The crowd cheered, knowing the reputation that he held as one of the most competent Generals of the facility. Sonia watched in the crowd, awestruck at the level of technological advancement in the facility.
William spoke softly into the microphone. "This facility houses the most advanced technology outside of a Vault or the government. In order to reunite this world, we must raise the power of our weapons and tech. From this day forward, the A-Zodiac Gauss will now be known as the Gauss Experimental Project to reunite this broken country!"

Sonia silently smiled to herself. She knew she had no chance to get close to William other than the occasional coffee delivery. The crowd cheered around her and William left the stage to leave his older brother to deal with the last piece of the inauguration ceremony. "And I will be off...guiding my baby brother...no, the Director, until I am old and weak."

The crowd all cheered one last time and started to leave, the engineers, soldiers, their families, and even the interns left. As Sonia started to wander around the base, she caught a glimpse of William on the top Atrium level, staring straight at her.

2274
"Director Snowe, your coffee's here," Sonia said, trying to keep her voice from skipping. After a failed coup by some soldiers, nobody but family was allowed to see William in person. The 19 year old stared at Sonia. "What are you doing in here?"
"...I...I've brought your drink." The 18 year old teen stuttered a bit before trying to stand her ground.
William studied her and smiled. "I know you...yes the girl from one year ago. How would you like a..." He stopped for a minute and his face turned a nice shade of pink. "I mean...we're both young and stuck in a massive underground facility so how about dinner"
Sonia blushed intensely before nodding rapidly. William chuckled. "How does 6:00 sound?"

Present Time
"Oh how everybody had changed," Sonia whispered to herself before collapsing on the bed, falling asleep, comforted by the memories from before.

[Ebou Suso]

OOC: I've sent Christo a negotiation that we could possibly work out, and I sent it before reading the posts on this thread. Now, after reading, I see that that Vertibird IS your only Vertibird where I thought it was a simple form of quicker transportation (you lazy Enclave!). My knowledge of mines is only based of off playing Fallout 3 where they could be seen above ground, or Fallout New Vegas where they could be slightly seen. Also, I was thinking that the reservoir was concrete, meaning if this was the real world - ish - you couldn't place them under the concrete, or at least not discretely. Either way once we work out the kinks, I'll RP otherwise, but this battle is going down. :toughninja:

[Dylan Markese]

OOC: I've sent Christo a negotiation that we could possibly work out, and I sent it before reading the posts on this thread. Now, after reading, I see that that Vertibird IS your only Vertibird where I thought it was a simple form of quicker transportation (you lazy Enclave!). My knowledge of mines is only based of off playing Fallout 3 where they could be seen above ground, or Fallout New Vegas where they could be slightly seen. Also, I was thinking that the reservoir was concrete, meaning if this was the real world - ish - you couldn't place them under the concrete, or at least not discretely. Either way once we work out the kinks, I'll RP otherwise, but this battle is going down. :toughninja:

OOC: Reservoir? We're in Times Square? All the eroded roads exposing earth for burying... Well I should have made it clear, I know I said mines on the ground but that was only for the building the Vault is under. Chris will probably PM me when he's back and well negotiate how were going to shoot each other. The Enclave is VERY small in this, two squads of twelve, Sutler, Adams and two technicians. 16 people, just under a third of all the Enclave in Manhattan.

:toughninja:

:gun: :shocking:

[(G-yen)]

OOC: Ahh damn. :facepalm: I always thought reservoir was like the main floor area, but I'm now reading that its a place for holding liquid... :banghead: . But yeah, I've been to Times Square and for those who don't live near it, heres what it looks like http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_gwqRWJ1Oo/SjLD2ZOuGbI/AAAAAAAACM8/YWsOHivyxAA/s1600-h/vanilla.jpg (which it never is in real life). http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_gwqRWJ1Oo/SjLEBDl3QpI/AAAAAAAACNE/zqzfOcjo8Ro/s1600-h/i+am+legend+times+square.jpg, its about the closest we're going to get to apocalyptic New York.

[Bones47]

OOC: That I am Legend shot is pretty much what I had in mind for it. I wouldn't like to imagine any reason why Times Square would be empty.

[Laura Hicks]

In an attempt for another power play before the Enclaves arrival, Mieux threw a bargain to the settlement of New Manhattan. He sent a sealed envelope to the small settlement via courier.

'To Highest Ranking Official of New Manhattan,

I am Mr. Mieux, proprieter of Arcadia, the settlement with lights and fresh clean water. Perhaps you ask yourselves 'Why is this man wanting contact with us?' Simple. I seek to expand my small, but growing empire. In return for complete unchallenged control of the settlement of New Manhattan to Mr. Mieux, it will be annexed into Arcadia, and the citizens will recieve a share of power, this includes, but is not limited to

A. Functioning streetlights at night.

B. Running CLEAN water.

C. Permission to live in the New Manhattan district of Arcadia.

D. Protection and safety of the Arcadia Police Force and Arcadias laws as official citizens

In return, New Manhattan Citizen can and must help build the barricade extension from New Manhattan and Arcadia into one city.

Cordially,

Justin Mieux'

Now, if the Enclave came after Justin were able to gain control of new Manhattan, he would be a sight to behold. He would look strong indeed. However, should they foolishly reject his attempt for control, he'd merely let them choke on their dirty water and lack of light in the night. But he wanted control of the city, and the establishment of law and order.

[Harry-James Payne]

Evander Jamsion

Evander ran into the fray now that the mines were disposed of, wishing he had given the explosion a wider berth, because it nearly engulfed the in heat and toxins, and Evander could see the radiation spike on his Geiger Counter. The battle had to be fast, or they would die by more than just bullets. Evander hoped the sound of the rotors pulling of from the ground had masked the explosion, and was grateful that plasma mines made little to no noise. His men ran to the opening in the ground, forming a small semi-circle around it. At is were, there were four on each side of the small opening, and three in front; him, Issac, and Maxwell.

"Issac, Maxwell, you guys rush in, biggest guns first!" Evander said, grateful for Max's minigun. Behind the two men ran five other knights, leaving Evander with six others. He could see now that the vault door was open farther into the shot tunnel, and at least ten Enclave troopers were stationed on the other side. Max mowed down about six before begin shot down by a laser rifle, while the rest of the group traded bullets and goo until only Max, Issac, and one other knight were alive. If it weren't for Evander and the rest of the men laying down suppressing fire from afar, the battle would have ended there. Evander rushed to his two friends, who were both recovering themselves with stimpacks.

"Those were our last stimpacks." Max said grudgingly, grunting as he heave his mini-guns back into his hands. Issac picked up his own FAMAS and limped t the next sliding door. The lighting was dim and the alarms were blaring, they needed to keep moving before the Enclave's numbers grew.

[Far'ed K.G.h.m]

The mutants charged in a similar way to the super mutants – like savages. Their lust for blood sealed their fate, as they ran into the Enclave fire. Adams smiled as trog after trog was disintegrated; he simply remained in cover as laser and plasma whizzed past his ears. Although the Colonel would boast the battle as his own great victory, he knew deep down that his presence wasn’t need – motivation was what he brought to the field, not firepower.

Despite the carnage, everything was running smoothly. Zero casualties and the mutants were dropping like flies, right until the last of the upper. Satisfied, Adams turned to Alex.

“Good work, Mr. Scalatti, good work.” Now, all we got to-“ A powerful vibration ripped through the vault, sending Adams off his feet. He shielded himself, careful not to let all the miscellaneous equipment in the vault knock him.

Dusting himself, Adams rose to his feet. “Dammit! What the [censored] was that” he shouted, his face turning bright red. “Squad, establish position by the Vault Entrance. Go, go, go!” The soldiers wasted no time sprinting through the blood-drenched corridors. “Alex, you’re coming with us – just say in cover.” With that, the Colonel joined his men.

Before Adams had time to gather his thoughts, Butler came running up to him.

“What the hell is going on here, Captain? You were to be keeping this place under control!” Adams barked.

“Sir, I… we don’t know what his us. The mines, they just exploded. You have my deepest-“

“All right, can it Butler.” Adams called out to all Enclave personnel. “Men, we’re under attack. Get your asses behind the vault door and start assembling those barricades. Remain silent until our enemy enters. We’re in a good position here; the hostiles only have one way in, so stand strong, and show no mercy. Now move!”

Soldiers and technicians alike clustered around the vault entrance, building the barricades. Adams didn’t know to feel; he felt excited and nervous. No, this battle is ours! Today, the Enclave is victorious!

After a few plasma mines were thrown within reasonable distance of the Vault Entrance, silence took over. They could hear every footstep, every whisper.

Crouching with his bulky plasma defender, Adams hadn’t even noticed the President.

[MR.BIGG]

OOC: Doh! I didn't see your post as my refresh didn't show the next page. FFS. That's fine, though; just act as if my post came first so it's chronological.

[George PUluse]

Once inside the Vault Entrance Sutler turned at the sound of a collosal explosion to see a squad of what did appear to be Brotherhood.

You bastards just couldn't leave well enough alone could you? He thought, he saw Autumn Squad rush past to new positions proceeded by Adams bulky torso. Brotherhood tactics have yet to evlove then. Sutler mused as he squeezed off a round from his Gauss Pistol, taking the arm off at the shoulder of one of the advancing Brotherhood Paladins. Suddenly a hail of minigun fire came at them from an obviosly sucidal BoS Paladin, the minigun fire hit Briggs in the right at arm right at the elbow joint, she fell back in pain, another hail of rounds punctured the armour of Corporal Carter to his left; rounds glanced harmlessly off the torso of another four troopers who sustained no serious injuries if any, though Sutler caught sight of one popping a shot of Med-X near a wound. The manical Brotherhood Paladin appeared to be silenced by a blast of plasma fire from Butler. They took out three of the attacking six, though Sutler could see shots coming from behind them. Bolstered slightly by the BoS almost shooting their own people, he turned to Adams, who was either trying to undermine him, even [censored] now in the middle of battle, by pretending not to see him or he had not noticed him.

"Enjoying the battlefield Adams?" Sutler called mockingly as the minigunner was shot.

He saw the surviving trio duck behind the outside of the Vault Door whilst the Paladins kept up the suppressing fire. Sutler squeezed off a few more rounds at them.

OOC: Changed it to plasma fire as we only have about 30 troops in the entire Enclave, there are enough Plasma Rifles to go around.

[Rachel Tyson]

OOC: I realize I left you guys hanging but what can I say the Eagles game was on, and we CAME BACK FROM 20 POINTS. 14 seconds left JACKSON RETURNED A PUNT. GO EAGLES!!!

Evander Jamison

Evander was now safely behind fire from the men, but it wasn't done yet. More reinforcements had arrived, and the first attackers from his side were still recouping. Evander figured it was now his turn to take his men and head forward.

"Attack!" Evander yelled through his helmet, and all the men rushed forward one-by-one, firing assault and laser rifles alike. Evander, with his scoped AER9 stayed back behind the wall of steel, firing through small crevices at whatever trace of MK II Power Armor, hoping there wouldn't be any hellfire troopers in the immediate area, close quarters and balls of fire weren't a good mix.

They fired together, mowing down parts of the resistance, with the same three men from before now suppressing. Unfortunately, another Enclave trooper had a mini-gun so the wall of steel was being riddled with holes. Now Evander wasn't one to stand by and watch as his men were mowed down, so he called a regroup.

"Back above ground for another regroup!" He called before running back up above ground.

[Stephanie Valentine]

In Adams’s eyes, the scene was fuelled by carnage, yet produced beauty. Watching his men fight for America would always be a wondrous sight. Each bolt of plasma served as a righteous blow to each Brotherhood Paladin. The Colonel grinned manically as knights fell – revenge, oh how sweet it feels. The evil was being cleansed.

After each Enclave soldier fell, Adams said a silent prayer. It was the best death you could have ever hoped for, my friend. You may now rest in peace. God bless your soul.

The sight of bullets bouncing harmlessly off the Enclave APA powered the laughter erupting from Adams’s throat. Indicative of their weakness! He simply smiled as the minigun-tooting brute fell to the ground.

“Good work, Butler!” Adams called. The Captain simply gave a thumbs up. Good to see him focused for once.

The majority of Adams’s plasma was fired at random; the hail of fire crashing down on the Brotherhood from his soldiers was enough. There was no need to risk his neck.

As the Colonel brushed the dirt taking residence on his coat, Sutler approached; Adams’s eyes widened in amazement.

"Enjoying the battlefield Adams?" Sutler called mockingly as the minigunner was shot.

“Ah! Mr. President, you’re here!” he said, offering a stimpak, just in case. “Yes, it’s quite glorious, is it not? Takes you back. Reminds me of-“ Adams caught a laser rifled knight sneaking up on the two. “[censored], get down!” Adams forced the President’s head safely behind cover before unloading a plethora of plasma onto the defenceless soldier's face. Satisfied at the knight’s melted head, he turned back to the President. “You owe me,” he said, actually laughing with Sutler for the first time in what seemed an age.

OOC: Hope this didn’t seem to OP, Anti, but you killed a lot of our men in your post. And Adam, if you didn’nt like the control there, just say – I just thought it’d add to the drama, is all.

[Fluffer]

Evander Jamison

They were all out of breath, huffing and puffing, some doubled over with their hands on their knees. Evander had gotten them out of dodge, and after a head count could see that there were only six men left, where there had been thirteen. They needed a new tactic.

"What can we do at this point? We're losing this battle right now." Maxwell said through labored breathing.

"I have something for them." Issac grunted, pulling a few red sticks from his greaves. "I knew we were heading to a Vault, which would be underground, so I brought some flares with me." He mused while handing two of the three flares to each of the Paladins. "I was planning on using them to navigate through the tunnels and caves, but we could use them to temporarily blind our enemy. Max, me and you throw, then rush in, and Evander hold back with everyone else. Try to keep us alive."

"Let's hope that their armor isn't fluorescent proof." Maxwell remarked.

There was a short silence, the magnitude of what needed to be done was large, and it was a lot to take in. This might just be their last seconds. Then Issac nodded silently,sliding the cap off the flare, looking away from its light. Maxwell did the same with his, and they both threw it together. After throwing it all the men lined up at the entrance while the two men rushed forwards, one behind the other, guns blazing. All Evander could do was watch and shoot and hope his two friends would make it, even though chances were that wouldn't happen.

[Abi Emily]

Supreme Commander Byron

Byron headed down to his own personal office outside of the base. After the mayor election invitation by Director Snowe, he was given the title of Supreme Commander of all forces in New Manhattan and the surrounding region, of course under Snowe of course. He sat down in the office and observed the state of the the war with the Federation.

Both sides are stalemated at the area around Rabithead, the Gauss Project can't enter without severe casualties and the Federation can't fire without being bombarded by rockets on all sides. He groaned and wracked his brain for any possible options before a courier came into his office. "I have a message..." He said before leaving anonymously. Byron examined the letter.

'To Highest Ranking Official of New Manhattan,

I am Mr. Mieux, proprieter of Arcadia, the settlement with lights and fresh clean water. Perhaps you ask yourselves 'Why is this man wanting contact with us?' Simple. I seek to expand my small, but growing empire. In return for complete unchallenged control of the settlement of New Manhattan to Mr. Mieux, it will be annexed into Arcadia, and the citizens will recieve a share of power, this includes, but is not limited to

A. Functioning streetlights at night.

B. Running CLEAN water.

C. Permission to live in the New Manhattan district of Arcadia.

D. Protection and safety of the Arcadia Police Force and Arcadia's laws as official citizens

In return, New Manhattan Citizen can and must help build the barricade extension from New Manhattan and Arcadia into one city.

Cordially,

Justin Mieux'

Byron laughed a bit before hastily writing his own message to whoever this "Justin Mieux" was.

Mr. Mieux, we at the Gauss Project(formally A-Zodiac Gauss, 5th Generation Robco, Under command of Director William Snowe), have all the necessities you will be providing. Our Securitrons, all imported to us by the Vegas Branch in 2067, are in 40% working condition, each Securitron in 100% optimal condition, disregarding possible damage to individual Securitrons.

But you seem to also be of Pre-War origins. I will extend an invite into New Manhattan territory under the watchful eyes of the Securitrons that enforce the streets. Please do not be late.

"Send this to whoever is your employer," Byron commanded to the courier.

[Javier Borjas]

Before the President could reply, an explosion of white light blasted through the Enclave forces.

"Dammit!" Adams barked, falling to the ground. Although it had less of an effect on his power-armoured troops, he couldn't see a thing. "Just keep firing, men! Throw whatever we have at the bastards; frags, plasma, I don't give a [censored]!" he ordered, trying to regain his balance, but he just kept stumbling down. Forget it, I'll just lie here; there's nothing I can do, the Colonel thought, angry at himself. Why didn't I just push the offensive as soon as they retreated? Dammit, this should be over with!

His sight was slowly coming back to him, but he couldn't risk firing, lest he hit one of his own soldiers. That was until what happened next.

"Butler!" Adams screamed. His eyes burned with rage as he saw the Captain fall, writhing in pain. A laser had struck his neck.

The Colonel crawled through the filth littering the Vault's metallic floor, before holding Butler's head in his arms. "Stay with me, Captain, stay with me! Just be calm, okay, keep it cool," he said, trying to force the tears back from whence the came. He felt a stimpak inside his coat pocket -- my last one.

Adams began to shake; he could die if he administered the stimpak on Butler, but the Captain had been more than just a loyal soldier -- a great friend. He grabbed the syringe and held it in the air. You owe me for this...

The stimpak sunk deep into Butler's blood-drenched neck. He yelped, but the erratic movements began to cease. "There," Adams said, relieved. The Captain spoke.

"I-I m-must fight, Colonel, it's m.. my destiny," Butler struggled. Adams closed his eyes; he hated to deny a great man of his destiny, but Butler was too important to the Enclave -- too important to America.

"Butler, my friend, you are one of the greatest men to grace our organisation. Today is not your day; your destiny is to instigate our nation's rebirth -- you can't do that by dying." Reluctantly, the Captain nodded. Adams simply smiled. He was still fighting for his eyesight, but knew he had to help in some way. For Butler.

Adams reared his head from cover, and began to shoot; no aim, just with the intention of Brotherhood fatality. The enemy numbers were falling rapidly -- the Colonel failed to see how they'd hold out.

OOC: hopefully this post will show Adams does have a heart.

[Hairul Hafis]

Mr. Mieux sipped his scotch confidantly, thinking of the ways he could turn the soon to be added 'New Manhattan' settlement into a prospering Pre-War New York, but his plans fell short as his young hotel manager delivered him the letter personally, "Mr. Mieux, this letter arrived from New Manhattan. Justin dismissed him politely and read it with eager anticipation. His heart sank to abyssmal depths when he read their declining of the his offer. Instead of playing 'tag' through letters, he decrypted the New Manhattan data network of the Securitrons, hacking the nearest one to their commander, which according to the network, was a man named Byron. Intercepting the Securitorn he rolled it up to Byron, he stood silently in front of Byron. Then the robots face changed, a portrait of Mieux on screen. "Ah, face to face at last. Figuratively speaking of course." Though in a polite tone, he said a rather rude comment, "I find it amazing you attempt to promise me security, yet your men can't even hold a single G.E.C.K. Without your securitrons, you're no different than these.....'citizens' of this slum of a city'. " His tone quickly changed from condescending to one of business. "I can't see how your men can handle protecting my city AND yours as well. You'd meet the fate of many a proud nation, you'd be stretched to thin. I assure you, your refusal to come under my banner is a shame, but by no means is it worth going to war, expending both of our resources. A good thing really, seeing as these Securitrons seem to be running the Mark I software, making their true potential forever unknown. Meanwhile, I have the muscle to force my way in, but I am in the business of progress, not murder. Perhaps we can come to a mutual agreement, so long as they end in MY favor of course." Hoping he could instill a sense of fear in the mans heart,what with pointing out the kept quiet problem of the Securitrons. He awaited the mans reaction.

[Julia Schwalbe]

OOC: Mom crap, done for the night probably.

[Heather beauchamp]

Supreme Commander Byron

A Securitron headed to Byron, not using the traditional Gauss Project soldier face but who he presumed was Justin Mieux. "Must have SOME power considering he can hack into the individual Securitron Grid.

"I find it amazing you attempt to promise me security, yet your men can't even hold a single G.E.C.K. Without your Securitrons, you're no different than these.....'citizens' of this slum of a city'. " His tone quickly changed from condescending to one of business.
"I can't see how your men can handle protecting my city AND yours as well. You'd meet the fate of many a proud nation, you'd be stretched to thin. I assure you, your refusal to come under my banner is a shame, but by no means is it worth going to war, expending both of our resources. A good thing really, seeing as these Securitrons seem to be running the Mark I software, making their true potential forever unknown. Meanwhile, I have the muscle to force my way in, but I am in the business of progress, not murder. Perhaps we can come to a mutual agreement, so long as they end in MY favor of course."

Byron stood, unfazed at all. He knew little about business but knew a lot about negotiation and deception, after all, All Warfare is based on Deception. "We know of the MK II Engine but sadly, we don't have the chip that Mr. House has. Technically, we run the system at the highest capacity using a custom software driver allowing on board primary weapon system...minus the auto repair system."

He smiled. "Of course. We may come with something after all..."

"We each keep control of our cities but we come with a mutual defensive, trading, and citizen pacts. All citizens on both sides may pass through freely...with a toll fee of course, we trade resources, and we have a defensive pact.
But if you so choose to decline...you have access to our public data network, why not check out our public weapon system? Telemetry Code 1B 3C 4CD XDYB2"

The Telemetry Code relayed the information that all Gauss Project soldiers knew to the Securitron. The new "no-recoil" standard issue EX-1 Gauss Rifle, Bullet Based Weaponry, Vertibird and Chimera mobility, missile silos, and to top it off, a base full of Securitrons with only one piece of technology left to jump start it.

[Dark Mogul]

Though Byron couldnt see it, Justin was grinning with pride, it was rare to meet a man who fought with words in this age, and well prepared as well, he spoke with a hint of joy, as he loved a good battle of wit, and word. Any fool can fire a gun, it took a man to fight with peace. "Ah, a businessman. I underestimated you. Apparently I overlooked the systems, seeing as I can find no mention of any operable Mark II system. Granted, your terms are fair, I want New Manhattan under the banner of my ivory tower." Mieux, playing a card he didn't quite expect to play. If he had guessed the mans voice and tone correctly, this was a man with a yearn to become more, to continue to rise to the top. With that, he played a dangerous card. "Tell me Mr....Byron is it? Are you a man of ambition? If so, I have just the bargain for you. Everything to lose should you decline, and Everything to gain should you accept." Justin smiled at his desk, hoping he played his hand just right, if not, his plan, holding no malice whatseoever, would fall to pieces.

[Red Sauce]

Sutler looked at Adams, he knew that Adams & Butler were good friends and Butler was agood soldier, for once Adams's [censored] seemed appropriate. He looked over cover, the BoS, squeezing off another few precious 2mm rounds from his Gauss Pistol. Butler appeared to have 'beserked' caring not for personal saftey, only vengeance, if only Adams had experienced this 6 years earlier they might not even be here... Adams reminded Sutler of times when he had beserked; Sutler was prone to it in combat, more-so in his youth. He remembered fleetingly when Navarro was being swarmed on all sides by the NCR, Enclave troops firing until there ammo ran dry, Sutler was behind a barricade with Moreno and Kreger before firing his final round; he saw a civie get gunned down and he leaped over cover, crushing the NCR soldier against a wall with the massive pauldron of APA Mk I before going to town on the helpless, screaming soldiers face with his bare hands and later, when he remembered, his trusty ripper which was right now at his thigh. He returned to reality, the vivid blood from that young NCR soldier still in his mind.

He grabbed Adams and pulled him down.

"Calm down Adams!" he ordered. "Butler will make it, '596 is coming back for an attack run, he'll drive the BoS off and swoop in for a med-evac."

Sutler popped over cover and peered down his binoculuos, the BoS Paladins that remained were keeping their distance. Outside, swooping in from between two broken skyscraqers, '596 soared down on a magnificent attack run, the gattling laser scattered the remaining Brotherhood forces, '596 flew full circle around another skyscraqer and fired again. Butler's wattz radio crackled.

"Autumn Squad this is '596, Brotherhood forces are retreating over."

Sutler grabbed Butler's radio.

"'596 this is Sutler we have wounded here, circle till we give the order, over."

"Yes sir Mr President, over and out."

'596 flew away from the scene but remained close circling around the towers.

"Briggs, you alright?"

"Firing arms pretty beat up sir."

"Right, Kefling, grab Butler and prepare to get him to the bird, Haywood, Drake cover them! Briggs your going on that bird too, not staying here if you can't shoot."

"Yes Sir!"

"Right," Sutler picked up the radio. "'596 get your ass back here, men in need of medical assistance are going out now!"

Kefling had Butler over his shoulder,Hope the big-man can take the pain till we've got him stabilized back home.". Haywood and Drake ran out first, they took over at the open Vault Door before popping out of it into the open street after they confirmed no hostiles, they could hear the rythmic thud of the six rotors slamming into the air, getting increasingly louder. The bird swooped in low before landing gracefully infront of the first, Kefling hauled Butler into the bird before readying his rifle and backing towards the Vault, Briggs climbed in straight after and moved Butler into a more stable position, she shut the door and the Vertibird took straight off again, in and out in 15 seconds. The three men quickly back-peddled into the Vault.

"No tangos in sight Mr President sir," said Kefling upon re-entering the Vault.

"Very good trooper, very good." Sutler marched over to the console and closed the Vault Door, they were back underground, in a bunker, a-[censored]-gain. Sutler hoped the mutant problem, if one remained, was nothing serious as he had just sealed there escape route, if they needed out quickly they would have to wait. Sutler turned to Adams.

"Butler should be fine Colonel, he's a big fellow and he's in good hands."

Back aboard the Vertibird, Briggs sat by Butler, holding him in place (as no medical equipment was aboard) whilst they flew.

"You holding together Butler?" She asked in a concerned yet caring way.

OOC: Sorry if you had something planned with Butler old boy, just trying to speed things up what?

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OOC: It's fine; I trust you enough to control my secondary characters.

And that was an amazing post, right there. Jesus Christ, Sutler was a brutal little bugger wasn't he? Though, I think Anti might be a bit pissed -- we pretty much forced all Brotherhood troops away without his consent. May have to edit this a bit.