[ILy- Forver]

OOC: Damn, almost thread 6? This is amazing, I NEVER thought that this RP would go so far.

I would also like to say Thanks to anyone who voted for this RP in the year awards
:cookie:

[barbara belmonte]

OOC: Real quiet today.

[Tamara Primo]

OOC: Sorry for the slow reply; I’ll try my hardest to avoid delaying my posts in the future. And hooray for nearing thread six! :celebration:

Adams nodded and smiled at Sutler’s words; both forced, of course. In truth, the Lt. Colonel cared little for families and relationships, believing the only purpose love served was the hindrance of great men – it corrupted them and exploited weaknesses which would have only existed in the very depths of their person.

“A son, you say? And he’s just finished his basic training? Congratulations! I can still remember completing mine; a great day to say the least. You should be very proud,” he said with a warm grin. “But, err, I’ve not had your luck with the ladies. It’s a shame, true, but I’m patient – there’s always someone, or so they say.” The words tumbled out of Adams’s mouth awkwardly; he felt uncomfortable even when discussing love, or any form of affection for another human being.

“So tell me about yourself,” Sutler asked.

“Oh, me? Well, erm, I don’t like to talk about myself too much,” Adams claimed, catching a glimpse of Autumn scoffing silently to himself, “and there’s not much to say, really. I was born and raised on the Oil Rig, just like yourself. Always good friends with Augustus here; we completed our basic training and officer training together, and since then I advanced to Lieutenant Colonel rank; apparently, my main strengths are communication and influence, which is why I’ll be stationed at the Virginia Border Base soon; from there, I can keep in contact with all Enclave personnel, and organise our territorial expansion scheme effectively. Going to be sad leaving the Rock, but the idea of finally being back out in the Wasteland, fighting towards America’s revival… well, it’s quite magnificent, isn’t it?” Adams grinned, and took a quick sip from his glass. “ Also like you, I travelled across the States, but I believe you stayed with a few others when Eden ordered our forces to trek East. I saw… things out there, none pretty, but it’s only inspired me to take a stand against the evil which plagues our homeland; I can only assume you feel the same.” Adams clear his throat and sighed. “I’ll be honest, Colonel, I do miss the Oil Rig sometimes; the excellent gym facilities, the shooting ranges, and of course the recreational area! More of a darts player, though; I’m as hopeless with a pool cue as I am with women!” he said with a hearty chuckle. “The only thing, and I emphasise thing, I don’t miss is Horrigan. Just thinking about that monster sends shivers down my spine… bad times…” Adams began to trail off, but he managed to fight off the bad memories. “Oh, but I’m rambling, perhaps Colonel Autumn has mentioned my ability to witter on for hours on end?”

“But enough about me; what about you, Colonel Sutler? I’d love to hear more about your past. How would you go about rebuilding the United States?” Adams asked, genuinely interested.

OOC: Adam, I’m more than happy to continue the conversation, but if you would like to move on to battles, or just a few months down the line, feel free to say.

[Soph]

OOC: Yeah I've been finishing up some crap in RDR:UN and posting on the forums a bit so I haven't had any time to write anything just yet, but I'm fairly sure I'll post one or two posts later on. (Need to hurry up with this solo thingie so I can finally interact with players.)

BIC:

Artemis Hyperion and Elaine De'Chant

The camp had fires going, curling smoke into the air, full of life, Artmis felt uneasy at this as he knew the discrimination that mutants had always suffered.
Eliane turned her head to Artimes with a light smile, "Well, what are we waiting for?", she jumped down from the hull onto a rock giving out a big huff while doing so.
Artimes, looked up at the camp again, his eyes narrowed as he inspected the camp. Around 20 humans, most men wearing rifles, spears and bows, women tanning animal skins, children... Playing... "Well come on then, you're not going to back out on me now are ya?" Elaine chuckled. "Don't worry, they're nice people". Artimes looked at Elaine's smiling face and his eyebrows went back to their previous state. Why do I feel such...
Artimes threw down the molerats on the ground beside the rock as he jumped down, he on the other hand were not showing the signs of aging, picking up the molerat corpses he walked towards the camp.
Elaine felt a little jealous of his vitality as she turned around and walked towards the camp. "Well well... And who's your new friend?" A man in his 40's stepped out of a hut and eyed Artimes' size and molerats in hand. "Oh hi Arzt! This here's Artimes" Elaine seemed awfully calm, Artimes wondered if things were finally different, that in these lands the discrimination of mutants were not as big as in Arizona.

"Artimes huh?" The man's right brow raised a little as he continued to inspect the mutants body. "You're an awfully big fella." His eyes peered down at his hands, covered in blood. "So I guess you didn't waste any bullets then El'?" His head moved over to Elaine as he smiled warmly. Are they... "No Artimes here actually rescued me from these things, he took them out on his own but I'm sure that if I hadn't fallen down a hill I could've taken them" Elaine boasted.
"Hahaha, I'm sure you could have." "Well then Artimes, got a last name?", Artimes looked at Arzt and was greeted by his warm smile. "Hyperion." Arzt looked a little puzzled as he scratched his forehead. "Artimes Hyperion huh? Kinda strange name but I like it, easier to remember that way." Arzt chuckled. "You can lay down the molerats at the fire and let Lydia and Cathy take care of the gutting." Artimes nodded and proceeded to walk through the camp to the middle where a metal plate covered a small fire, a tribal stove.
Two women were chatting and laughing loudly by the flames. As he approached them the two of them looked up, one was in her 20's, young body, cargo trousers with a yellow tank-top, very skinny with red hair on half her head with the other half shaved, Tribals... The other one was in her 30's, in a dress with flowers on it strapped to her waist by a leather belt, with curly golden hair flowing down to her bust. "Oh my and what do we have here?" The older woman seemed intrigued. "What's your name stranger?"
Artimes stood and stared with a confused face for a few seconds before opening his mouth "Artemis". "Artemis huh? You sure have one fine body.." The woman eyed his muscles with seductive eyes. "I was told to leave the meat with the two of you." "Hmm? You don't wanna stay with us a little longer? I'm Lydia" Her eyes gazed into Artimes making him feel like a piece of meat himself. He laid the molerats at the side of the two ladies and stepped back a couple of feet watching Lydia eye him with a smile that frankly creeped him out.

He turned around and walked back towards Arzt and Elaine. Their smiles seemed to have dropped, Arzt's face was more stern this time and Elaine looked worried. "Artimes, I see you dropped off the food" He chuckled as his smile went back. Artimes glanced at Elaine. "If you wouldn't mind, could you please come with us into my tent?" Asked Arzt with his face barely holding on to his smile this time.
"Fine." The three walked into a large hut, the largest one in fact, the hut was filled with cabinets, some beds, nets, wooden planks, pipes, a bed with a fur sheet but no mattress and a table with 5 office chairs around it. "Sit down" Arzt said as his smile went down and his wrinkles flattened out.
"Listen, our camp is in deep [censored]... We could use a man like you."

OOC: Gonna come back later to clean it up a little.

[kat no x]

22nd August, 2277

“The only thing, and I emphasise thing, I don’t miss is Horrigan. Just thinking about that monster sends shivers down my spine… bad times…” Adams began to trail off, but he managed to fight off the bad memories. “Oh, but I’m rambling, perhaps Colonel Autumn has mentioned my ability to witter on for hours on end?”

Sutler blanked and squirmed at the mention of Horrigan, thought not due to the memory of Horrigan himself, the tremendous sound of gattling gun and gauss fire filled his head for as second.

“But enough about me; what about you, Colonel Sutler? I’d love to hear more about your past. How would you go about rebuilding the United States?” Adams asked, genuinely interested.

"Well obviously an Oil Rig man, 15th November 2222, until 18 years ago was the sole heir to the Sutler name, we Sutler's go back alongway, back to when the Enclave was convceived before the bombs... Didn't intend to stay in the army this long, was going to come back after a few tours of duty with a sack full of medals to impress the birds and join the Pa in the Chemical Corps, but all our plans were cut short... Stayed behind at Navarro and eventually became a Sergeant under a Captain Kreger whilst Augustus here was talking his officer training. After the day we lost Navarro..." Sutler successfully blanked out the memories, of the shells raining down on his foxhole, of the screaming NCR trooper he lifted into the air by the eyes before crushing his head from the inside..." I drifed from wasteland community to community, from San Fransisco to a little place called New Arroyo, huh, lucky I never got caught there." He coughed. "Tried to stay clear of the NCR, they were finding us, hunting us down, and the Brotherhood bastards too. It was the pale skin, that's how they recognised us, tried to tan myself but just got burned. Spent a few months waging my guerilla campaign, the messy details I as a gentleman will not go into." Sutler remembered his war against the NCR pigs, he remembered when he devised the best order to destroy a man's bones and organs whilst they were still alive, maximising pain; the people he had burned alive, skinned, ripped the nails off and pulled the teeth out before hacking limbs and pegging out in the sand. The NCR would pay... "Found my way back here along Route 50, or the 'Lonesome Road' as the savages called it. That basically sums up my opinion of the wastelanders, I'm a man of old Adams, an uncompremising son-of-a-[censored] who will settle for no less than total victory, Pa told me, we were so close last time, so god-damn close..." Sutler didn't want to rememeber that day, or him, J. Smith, the man... Sutler shuddered again.

OOC: I don't know whether you're subtly hinting whether you want to go to the battles Chris old boy, personally I like getting all this backstory done now.

[jadie kell]

Winter, 2275

Lyn Grave and Gramps

Lyn and Gramps simultaneously bolted to their rooms, with Lyn going to grab her rifle, and Gramps going to grab his hunting shotgun. Both of them rushed to the door, where they huridly slipped on shoes, then went outside. They were greeted by two Brotherhood paladins, one wielding a scoped laser rifle, one wielding a laser RCW, and both wearing winterized T-51B. Lyn and Gramps let out a simultaneous sigh of relief. Lyn grabbed Gramps' gun, and set the two guns inside before returning to face the paladins.
"We've come to trade for meat." The rifle-equipped paladin stated simply.
"You're a bit early." Gramps replied. "But it's a good thing. We were running low on produce ourselves."
"Can it ghoul, we're here to do business with the girl." The RCW-equipped paladin replied. The rifle-equipped paladin turned to glare at his companion, and with silent acknowledgement, the RCW-equipped paladin shut up. Lyn could tell, even through the helmet, that the RCW-equipped paladin was staring at her.
Gramps grunted a bit, then returned to what he was saying. "I'm sure a few of the pigs are full grown."
"Good." The rifle-equipped paladin said as he gestured for a knight leading a brahmin-pulled cart to approach. "We brought plenty of preserved foods to replenish your stock. Once the cart is empty, we want it piled full of fresh meat. That seems to me to be an equal trade."
"Very well." Gramps responded. He then turned to Lyn. "Unpack the preserves, I'll slaughter the animals." They nodded in agreement, then got to work. They both knew that Lyn, being the animal lover she is, would never actively kill an animal, so that is how the work was usually divided. Lyn rushed inside to grab a bag as Gramps walked into the old confinement barn to pick out a few of the pigs. Lyn returned to the cart with the bag, and started to pack the preserved foods into it.
"Oh, we found a pack of wolves outside your wall." The RCW-equipped paladin piped in. "They seemed fairly well behaved, which was odd. Didn't show any signs of hostility. We killed them."
Lyn felt a combination of fear and regret. Damn the Brotherhood for coming early...I didn't have time to warn them...Those wolves...They were like my sibilings...Damnit! Even worse, the Brotherhood is probably suspicious to my heritage as a beast lord... She tried not to let her emotions show as she carried the foods to the freezer. By the time Lyn had the cart empty, Gramps had a group of 8 pigs laying in front of the barn, their fresh blood soaking the snow underneath. The bloody knife was promptly returned to it's storage place in the barn. The knight led the brahmin cart to the line of freshly killed pigs, and began piling the large carcases on the cart.
"Hope you don't mind me sitting this out...My old bones just can't handle as much as they used to." Gramps said as he made his way back up to the house. "We'll be expecting you back, usual schedule." Gramps stated as he passed the paladins. Gramps walked inside, and Lyn followed him, giving the two paladins a wary glance as she closed the door.
"Gramps, I think they know I'm a beast lord!" Lyn exclaimed without hesitation.
"Bah, you worry too much Lyn. Just be more careful for where your friends stay next time. Now, I need to sit down." Gramps stated as he made his way to his recliner. With a sigh, Lyn followed his example.

[NeverStopThe]

OOC: I'm going to fast forward if it's alright...to the day of the wedding. Mostly a planning bit where they prepare for everything.

Director William Snowe

"William wake up!" Sonia yelled to her soon to be husband who was sleeping away on the massive bed in their suite. William grumbled and stood up. "You know Sonia, most of the other interns would rather fight a rabid bear than wake me up..."

She laughed and hugged William tightly. "Yeah...well I'm a daredevil," She said, teasing him. William sighed and got dressed before the two headed to the chapel. There, the snipers and Securitrons started to patrol the massive chapel. Soon enough, the Commander in charge of the wedding security detail showed up. "Sir, we've got hint of a possible assassination attempt by the Lake Federation? Should we call off the wedding?"

William shook his head. "Keep it going, increase security and get a Vertibird scout near the Federation colony. If things go south, blow the howitzers for a full assault."

"Sir yes sir! What about a possible New Manhattan coup?"
"No threat. Just keep security up and snuff out everybody who might be involved in a conspiracy."

[He got the]

Lyn Grave

Lyn woke up to her wolves nuzzling her face. Today is the big day for William, isn't it. Lyn crawled out of bed, and with a yawn, began to take off her leather outfit. She threw the clothes onto the bed, and began searching the wardrobes for a good looking outfit. She picked out a red dress with long sleeves, which had slits running up each side of the skirt. She slid the dress on and smoothed it out over her body. She admired how it seemed to fit her perfectly. Its been a long time since I've looked...Girly. She giggled a bit, then went to grab her pistol off the stand. She put it in it's holster, and strapped that to her upper leg, so that the dress would cover it. She opted to leave the rifles, and left her room with wolves in tow. She made her way to the basemant where the two mirelurk kings and two more regular mirelurks were waiting. At her command, the four filed out of the basemant, and the group made their way outside. Almost forgetting that she forgot to do her hair, she quickly smoothed it down, making sure it looked neat. "Eh, that should do." After pulling over a few people to ask for directions to the chapel, she made her way there.

[Jesus Lopez]

OOC: The LF snipers are already in position. I will control them, Frank, and my character.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex awoke from a long sleep. [censored], time for the wedding. He jumped from his bed, and took a shower. He came out in a pitch black suit with a white shirt and red tie. He opened his fedora closet and took out a pitch black fedora. As he put it on, Ann came out in a dress.

"You're coming to?"
"Of course."

They both had a quick breakfast and left for the cathedral.

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Lake Federation

"Sir."
"What?!?!" Jack was angry, he had no sleep during the las night.
"We have visual on target, shall I engage?"
"Negative, we must wait for the wedding to begin."

Jack kept looking down his binoculars. "The wedding should begin in about five hours, I will make the shot."

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Alexander Scalatti

Even though the cathedral was outside of the city, the road to it was cleared. As soon as they arrived, a boat from Rivet City had also arrived. People from all over were also arriving.

Alex took out a pack of cigarettes and began to smoke one. "Ann, your seat is in the front row."
"Okay."

Alex adjusted his fedora.

[N Only WhiTe girl]

~Night before the wedding~Mieux was envious of the other factions owning a Vertibird, so while the wedding would go down, he himself would be busy directing a relatively risky mission. "Agent 2077 are you position?" He dialed on a radio. For the past few months, he'd had a spy within the walls of the Brotherhood of Steel in the Capital Wasteland, filing to Mieux schematics and data from their mainframes, he was really excited when he had read schematics on the robot known as 'Liberty Prime', he obviously didnt have the technology to reproduce such a behemoth, but at the same time, he could use parts of its schematics to his own ends, after all, the schematics showing how the Brotherhood had managed to get Liberty Prime functional, to which he copied these notes and this was one of the many complex structures of the stable power in his city. Agent, are crate secure? " The anonymous agent responded "Yes Sir, 24 trees, 15 sticks, 2 forests and 5 billboard schematics and 1 case of cram and sugar bombs and obviously one nuke" Mieux said to the man "Bring them all home now then."

Justin was super excited, he was worried that as secure as his radio uplink with his spy was, it might have been listened to, so he kept it in code, and what the man had really been telling Mieux was '24 Laser Rifles, 15 Laser Pistols, 2 suits of T-51b, 5 weapons schematics and 1 case of Plasma Pistols and Plasma Rifles, and lastly, 1 Vertibird'. For some, this would be a war package, but most of these technologies would be reverse engineered in the labs. Within three hours, the sound of a Vertibird could be heard on the roof of his nearby operations building, the Vertibird would first be looked over extensively to remove any tracking technology in case. Mieux, actually willing to leave the tower for the first time in 200 years, came to greet his agent on the roof, " Excellent work Mr. Novi, I regret pulling you out of there, but I wanted a Vertibird, secure the crate into the laboratory and we'll carry on from there. How did your exit go?" Novi looked a little embarrassed, "Well, er, they noticed, and they tried to fire a Tesla Cannon at me, luckily the initiate that fired it never fired one before, so he missed, and by the time the young man could fire again, I was well out of range, but the few bullet holes on the hull can be fixed sir. All in all, I almost died as it were, but I'm still alive sir." Mieux pulled a small book out, and scrawled onto a page, "Here Novi, this is 5,000 caps for all your work in the past 5 months. Put on your best clothes, you're going to New Manhattan, they know I sent them a man to protect their Director, what they do NOT know is that you're my wild card. If something happens, you're going to be there to stop it." He pulled ten throwing knives from his jacket, all in a small box. "These knives are made of high durability plastics, lethal but capable of avoiding metal detectors, and this pistol will be in case you need it." Novi cocked an eyebrow, "I......I'm to take out the Director?" Mieux was horrified at the notion, "No, if I wanted New Manhattan as my enemy, I'd use my secret weapon, no, your mission is the opposite. Protect the Director at ANY COST, even if it means your life Mr. Novi."

[Jessica Phoenix]

OOC: The climix moment is coming soon...

Director William Snowe

William was in the dressing room with Byron, chatting away about basic stuff the groom and his best man would talk about. But Byron kept in radio contact with the HQ Director, who was in charge of keeping the wedding clean and problem free. "Sir are you nervous?" Byron asked.

"No Byron...I'm not nervous about marrying Sonia in front of a million people with the chance of dying..." William said sarcastically to his second in command and friend.

Byron chuckled. "Good one sir...hold on...I've got a message."

HQ Director

"We've got three Manhattan supporters closing in using scavenged miniguns and sniper rifles 2 miles from your position. Clear to engage?"
The HQ Director gave them the all clear. In a second, a flash of laser and plasma decimated the small band of would be assassins. A full 100% of the combat reserve forces were amassing at the chapel.

"I want this wedding swift and clean...no screw ups of any kind."

[Allison Sizemore]

OOC: I would prefer if the snipers remain undetected until they fire the shot.

I would like the sniper to fire a shot, but Frank gets in the way. Frank takes the hit, and is rushed to the hospital. He will remain there until Holy comes back.

After the shot is fired, Alex will do some crazy Assassin's Creed type acrobatics, and gun down the sniper Well, maybe not that good, but he will dodge some bullets, maybe he will get shot, but he will gun down the sniper.

[*Chloe*]

OOC: Wish I had started sooner because what I had planned could really have been a great twist for the wedding part.
But I guess that you'll have a series of bad events happen now instead.

[Kayleigh Mcneil]

OOC: You could come to the wedding if you want

[m Gardner]

OOC: Oh believe me I so can't wait to actually interact with ya'll but my character is stuck like 2 kilometers outside of New Manhattan and doesn't even know there is a isolated city "in" the city. Don't want to take things too fast yknow.

[Brandon Wilson]

OOC: Yeah they'll be undetected.

[Rachael]

OOC@Gabe: If you're wandering at night, it isnt hard. Arcadia (My city) shines very bright, and New Manhattan has lights too (But Im not sure how bright it is compared to Arcadia).

So all in all it isnt hard to find the way to go since because my character has been aggressively swallowing abandoned cities, their next door to each other, quite literally, with only two city blocks between Arcadias wall and new Manhattans :laugh:

[xxLindsAffec]

OOC@Gabe: If you're wandering at night, it isnt hard. Arcadia (My city) shines very bright, and New Manhattan has lights too (But Im not sure how bright it is compared to Arcadia).

So all in all it isnt hard to find the way to go since because my character has been aggressively swallowing abandoned cities, their next door to each other, quite literally, with only two city blocks between Arcadias wall and new Manhattans :laugh:

OOC: Well he just arrived near New York and it's still a couple of hours in his time line before the sun sets.

By the way, nearing post limit, should probably create thread 6. :celebrate:

[Hayley O'Gara]

OOC: Well he just arrived near New York and it's still a couple of hours in his time line before the sun sets.

By the way, nearing post limit, should probably create thread 6. :celebrate:

OOC: Heh, well my city isn't hard to miss, since my tower is the 'beacon' to where my city is. I have the mental image of it being the height of the Lucky 38 and the luxury of a Tennpenny-esque 5 star hotel pre-war. Now it's where the rich live, the city blocks in my walls are all used, and residential applications are reviewed by Mieux personally. But as a forenote, should you want to enter the city, the general public have to surrender their weapons, a basic security measure.

Yeah, I had thought of doing that with Thread 5 when it ended, but I figured since Alex is the DM so to speak, he should create the threads.

[Siobhan Thompson]

OOC: When the post count reaches about 195, I will start a new thread.

Lake Federation

"Jack."
"Yes private?"
"People are arriving from all over the [censored] world!"
"Good, more people can see William's demise."

Jack was cleaning his rifle, as it needed 100% accuracy. He could take only one shot, maybe two, so he head to be accurate.

"What if we miss?"
Jack grinned. "Then private, we die."

[Heather M]

OOC(?): I will start RPing when the next thread is openned.

:jammasterjay: Oh, happy new year.

[Jessie Rae Brouillette]

OOC(?): I will start RPing when the next thread is openned.

:jammasterjay: Oh, happy new year.

I hope you remembered to sign up with Alex first :laugh:

[Shirley BEltran]

I hope you remembered to sign up with Alex first :laugh:

OOC(?):
Ja, I did.

I'm not that sil- Oh wait, maybe I am. :biggrin:

Alex, I will wait.. like a watchman.. carefully.. for your next thread. :batman:

[Katie Pollard]

Artemis Hyperion, Elaine De'Chant and Arzt Haeer

Arzt looked at Artimes who raised a brow and sat himself down quietly expecting an answer. "Well, you see, after Lake Fedaration came to Rabithead and took it over the one's you see here decided to migrate and start a new town while holding true to our traditions." Elaine sat down heavily on a tipped over cabinet and sighed which caught Artimes' attention. "When we left" She stared into the ground and a look of despair on her face. "We thought we could live in peace out here..."
Arzt reverted the mutant's attention back to him as he continued on Elaine's behalf "But there is no such thing as peace... When we came out here we quickly set up camp and secured the area of wild-life and learning good hunting grounds, we're very experience with that." He smiled. "A couple of ghouls showed up here... They gave us a very good price for meat, scavenged items, and hides and have contracted us to make them leather armor of fine quality." Arzt shook his head and stared down slightly to the left of the table.
"A good price.... The ghouls are not of peace." War... Arzt looked up at Artimes' face "The ghouls are planning something big and it includes New Manhattan." Artimes looked a little confused "New Manhattan?" "Ah sorry, that city is sort of common knowledge around here-" Elaine interupts Arzt with a chuckle "New Manhattan is a city full of those fancy folk, people can make it big there.. All lies if you ask me, only thing that prosper in that city is bad blood."
Arzt let his warm smile cover his jaw again. "Heh, you always hated the city El'. Anyway, listen, your body, it screams of a war-lord whether you want to admit it or not" Arzt's eyes looked darker, more focused. "I was once a man of war..." Answered Artimes in a calm tone, Elaine's brows tilted to the sides "And now?" she was afraid of what his answer would be.

"Now... No war for a long time. My war isn't to be fought here." Arzt sat back on his chair and fumbled around in his pocket for a cigaratte package, took out a crooked cigarette and a lit it with a dark red zippo lighter. He took a deep breath and blew out the smoke through his nose and mouth at the same time. "Artimes.. We don't want you to kill anyone." Arzt stood back up and started walking back and forwards behind the table. "The ghouls are tired of their discrimination, trust me, we are too, being ignored for trying to stay independent, but we are a small hunting camp, if we were to become a... Threat... To those city dwellers they would wipe us off the face of the earth."
"The ghouls are going to go through with whatever it is that they have planned.. If they fail, then those city dweller will trace it back to us.." Artimes glanced back at Elaine who's eyes looked like they were filled with hope. He glanced back at Arzt. "Why would I want to do this?" Arzt stood still, his eyes widened a bit as he stretched out his arms to the sides "Why not? I know it's a lot to take in but we have no medical equipment, we have no money, we can barely wash ourselves, we barely have enough money to get rad-aways to survive after months of hunting, we won't make it here unless we get someone to sponsor us."
"Those ghouls supply us with what they can and the price they give for what we catch is great but not enough.." Arzt sat down on his chair again and leaned forward and crossed his arms. "We're not greedy or anything... We just want to be able to live.. We can't do that by isolating ourselves from everyone else."

Artimes started picking dirt out of his nails. "So why help the ghouls?" Arzt sighed. "The ghouls are in the same spot as us, they want to be able to... Live... But they are just making enough money to meet ends meet." Elaine crossed her legs and leaned foward. "Please Artimes.." Artimes thought back on his days of a leader. How his people prospered while the weak around him died out. And when finally Legion came a knocking they didn't even try to attack his clan, they offered them to join instantly.
That was a sign of strength. A sign of power. Artimes had slayed lesser beings for over a decade now... But he always felt so empty after he left the Legion. He no longer had anyone to fight for. No one to spill blood for. No one to care for... Graham... Artimes looked up at Arzt. "So what will change if the ghouls go through with their plan?" Arzt sat back in his chair. "We don't know.. All we do know is that the ghouls are the only one's willing to trade with us, if their situation gets better we can only hope that they remember what we did for them. And maybe you could remind them as well." He smiled.
Arzt started day dreaming, "If we get better supplies then it'll be easier for us to hunt, easier for us to round critters up and pen them. With more hunting, skinning and meat production more people who's out after honest work will come here. We will expand, become prosperous, but that is looking at least 5 years down the line. And then our new town will be just like old Rabithead."
Artimes sat quiet for a few seconds. "And the ghouls?" Arzt snapped out of his daydreaming. "That I do not know. But judging from the scavenged items they want and the leather armors and from a few incidents including ghouls in New Manhattan I expect that it could turn out bad, but I'm an optimist" Arzt smiled.
"And what if they fail." Arzt's arms went limb as he let out a sigh "If they fail, we need to cover the tracks..."

OOC: By the way, what the story of the Institute attacks? What were Institute out after?

Oh and it's time to start new thread, post limit is next post.

[Loane]

Lyn Grave

Lyn arrived at the chapel in good time, thanks to her excitement-fueled brisk pace. As was the norm, her entourage attracted a lot of attention. A man approached Lyn as she neared the front enterance.
"You must be the, uh...Beast lord? We received word that you and your animal friends would be helping with security." The man said. "Um...are those power fists those two are wearing?"
Lyn nodded in confirmation. "Yep, those are power fists that I modified. Nice pieces of handiwork, I must say." Lyn replied.
"Normally I wouldn't allow you to bring in weapons, but you are part of security...Just don't cause any trouble and enjoy the wedding." The man finished. Lyn nodded and made her way inside. The two regular mirelurks detached from Lyns group and moved out of sight. They would be ready to spring out at a moments notice to fight off assassins. The rest of Lyns group waited for either the Don or William to instruct her as to where to post the rest of the group.