[Astargoth Rockin' Design]

Sutler listened to Mieux, holding his intruiged expression, Sutler had noticed for sometime now during conversation that Mieux kept trying to undermine him, ridicule him; whilst Mieux and the punk Scalatti could think whatever the [censored] they wanted about him and his people, he wouldn't give Mieux the satisfaction he wanted by getting angry, he sat cooly staring into Mieux's eyes before Mieux readjusted the paper. He did it again not a minute later before turning smugly to Sutler, almost daring him to say something.

[censored] you Mieux, Sutler thought savagely. Shame you won't live to see the wasters destroy your legacy when your gone, or even after I'm gone and my revived Enclave move into the place after posioning the world. I wonder what you're insides look like you smug [censored], I'm sure Whittaker will find out after the autopsy. The Enclave will live for ever!

"How could a petty businessman such as yourself possibly play the government for any of the serious business, we had bigger things on our minds then than you; it's a shame you never joined us, you wouldn't be forced to lead the crippling and painful existance you have today."

OOC: Does that mean all the skeletons of the gassed people will be there for us to find?

[Nany Smith]

Alexander Scalatti-train.

As Alex saw Mieux and Sutler look it out, Alex had some time to delve into the past.

FLASHBACK-Vault 109

"Hey Alex." Ann said as she sat down for school.

"Hey."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Fine." Alex said smugly. "Those new babies were screaming half the night." Alex was a fine handsome 14 year old.

"Well, me too, I'm glad I live on the other floor."

Then, the door opened. A big burly teen entered the room with his gang. The entire class turned away. The teacher was late for some reason. The teen walked toward Alex.

"Hey weenie, hows your girlfriend?"

Alex sighed. "Shes not my girlfriend Fairfreak." The entire class oohed.

"What did you just to say me?"

"You heard me.."

John was about to punch Alex when the teacher entered the class.

"John! What are you doing? Detention!"

"But..."

"No buts young man!"

John went over to his seat. He lipped to Alex. "You me, after school."

BACK IN THE PRESENT

Alex snapped out of the flashback. "Sorry, just reliving some memories back there."

[Katie Pollard]

OOC: Yes, but the odor of the chemical vaguely llingers in the tunnel, because it only goes. The corpses some died unaware, but the ones just near the vents would have smelled the chemicals and either futilishy tried to escape or started choking immediately.

Mieux couldn't help but mentally giggle, 'looks like the savage is upset' he thought, his face made no grin to indicate the thought, he then smiled and gave a slight shrug, " I was the perfect businessman, rich enough to have what I want, while at the same time I never spent money in any suspicious way. Indeed, your very ancestor, it was he that helped me gain this metro tunnel, but, for the sake of keeping things cordial, it's best you not ask Mr. Sutler. It would only serve to disturb you. As to my condition, it's not exactly crippling, but it can be painful, I wouldnt wish it on anyone." His voice filled with concern, not because of his condition, he didnt care for that, he was more fearful of how Sutler would react if he knew it was his ancestor that suggested the very idea and offered the supplie to turn the tunnel into a gas chamber. He then picked up his paper, reading the old weather reports. Almost as quickly as he picked it up, a voice came over the speakers, "Now approaching High Security USAF Security checkpoint, please present identification to the proper guards." The car ceased it's rocking as it slowly docked into the station.

The doors opened with a sligh swish noise. A faint odor of decompsing and chemicals filled Mieuxs nostrils. His upper lip quivered in disgust at the odor, he went over to a skeleton in a ragged decomposing suit, the style the CIA wore, he turned it over carelessly, digging around in the coats, "Excellent!" Mieux said, like a kid in a candy store, he pulled a 10mm submachine gun from inside it's jacket, checking it if it was fully loaded. Then, in a comradic way, he pointed it at Sutler, and with fake recoil, he said 'Bang!' he then holstered the gun on his side, and made a smirk to Sutler to show it was all in good fun. A grin on his face, he went over to another skeleton, it's hands still holding it's neck. "Hey there pal, got any goods for me?" He said, digging carefully in it's pockets, unloading it's corpse for ammo and taking it's ID tag. He walked over to a faintly rusted terminal at a desk, powering it up. After a few minutes, he then said aloud, he spoke aloud. "Estel, would you kindly send power to the keycard devices to the surface?" A minutes silence, the mainframe that was in the vault responded over the speakers, "Of course, Mr. Mieux. Powering keycard readers." He turned to Sutler and said excitedly, "Don't worry, Estel is what I named the mainframe, she's down in the bunker though, our journey isn't to go there today. We're going up." He used the CIA guards ID and said excitedly, "So gents, ready to find out whats up topside?" He swiped the card, the doors screeching loudly, Mieux hadn't opened these doors in ten years since he got his men their old US Soldier uniforms.

OOC: Adam and Alex, you guys are free to RP about us going up the stairs and starting to explore the base. Just as a heads up Adam, it'd be wise to call in the flying Cavalry, because a very large pack of ferals moved into the base since Mieux had last came there.

[michael danso]

Lyn Grave
Dukes Diner

Lyn noticed that William walked in the door as they were waiting for their food. I hope he has a good reason for interrupting our date. She noticed that William tensed up as soon as he saw her. "Hey there William." She said as he sat down. "You don't need to get so tense, I'm not the one you should worry about. If I were you I would save that energy for meetings with Alex. So, what was on your mind?"

[Adrian Morales]

Mark had made his way to the town of New Manhattan, he was here looking for some Mercenary work but he had no idea who to go to so he decided the best place would be the bar. He got to the bar and started to ask if anybody needed help with any problems, unfortunately for Mark nobody said yes. Soon he got discouraged and decided to order a beer, he chugged it down in seconds and ordered another. It was going to be a long day.

[Chantel Hopkin]

Director William Snowe

"You don't need to get so tense, I'm not the one you should worry about. If I were you I would save that energy for meetings with Alex. So, what was on your mind?"

William sighed and slid his PDA, showing the pictures his satellite took. Large and small dots filled the map of America on the west Coast with a massive star in one spot in California. "Each dot represents a city by the NCR. The star is the Capital...now..."

William pressed a button on the PDA and it switched to a screen that was a bit fuzzier but still showed dots, not much however. "That was the NCR two generations ago. Now fast forward to 20 years later and..."

He pressed another button and all of America except for New Manhattan was covered in the red dots. William looked sternly at Lyn. "That's what lies for us in the future unless we can create a fighting force strong enough to stop them at the Mississippi River."

[Greg Swan]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti - Dukes Diner

Frank had noticed the expression Lyn had when he ordered the steak. She was being conscious of herself and didn't order one for herself. "Will you let me try a bite of that steak?" he asked innocently.

"You can have the whole thing. We can swap." he replied warmly. Before Lyn could reply however, someone stepped into the Diner, accompanied by their wife. The Director and Sonia? How the hell did they know I was here? he wondered as they approached them and took seats. Must've been the guard detail outside that gave it away. he deduced.

"Frank...we need to talk about the New Manhattan alliance." he said.

Don't you see that Im busy here? Did I ever walk in on you and Sonia knocking boots? he thought to himself, but put on a smile. "Sure, go ahead." he agreed, as Lyn spoke to William.

William sighed and slid his PDA, showing the pictures his satellite took. Large and small dots filled the map of America on the west Coast with a massive star in one spot in California. "Each dot represents a city by the NCR. The star is the Capital...now..."

William pressed a button on the PDA and it switched to a screen that was a bit fuzzier but still showed dots, not much however. "That was the NCR two generations ago. Now fast forward to 20 years later and..."

He pressed another button and all of America except for New Manhattan was covered in the red dots. William looked sternly at Lyn. "That's what lies for us in the future unless we can create a fighting force strong enough to stop them at the Mississippi River."

"But they're not even near us right now. Plus, I heard they're having trouble functioning as it is. Don't fret over problems that we don't have Director. I can assure you we'll deal with any problem that we may have. If you're so inclined however to pursue this; I'll issue some posters that encourage signing up to the New Manhattan Defense Force, as well as get some factories up and running to supply us better." he informed. "As there is no immediate danger, and NCR will have hell to go through before they even get a scout here; we're safe." he finished.

[Chantel Hopkin]

Lyn Grave
Dukes Diner

Lyn watched as William showed the satellite pictures. "I disagree with your predictions. With as strong as the midwestern Brotherhood of Steel got, they will delay the NCR's expansion by 20 years minimum, if not stop it completely. Also, from what I've heard, the NCR is spread extremely thin, which makes me suprised they can expand anywhere. I predict that we may see NCR scouts soon, but an actual NCR fighting force will take much longer, possibly 40 years. Even in 20 years though, my deathclaw nest alone will have expanded tenfold, and with some modifying to their social structure, it can grow many times more. When the NCR get here, if they ever do, they will have one hell of a fight, and that is even assuming they WANT to fight." Lyn finished her anolysis with a nod.

[Antonio Gigliotta]

The tram rattled to a halt in the derelict station and Sutler got up, still slightly shaking from the movements of train, followed Mieux to the doors which slid open, Sutler was immediately hit by a smell of a chemical which reminded him of Abraxo and of rotting flesh instinctively he reached for one of the cases on his belt.

"[censored] we got a chemical leak, where's my respirator?" Su;tler pulled the small mask out of a hardpoint case and pulled it over his nose and mouth before locking in a filter, he then pulled out a pair of goggles and put them over his eyes', in 5 seconds flat no less; he then looked around at Mieux and Alex who were watching him.

"Force of habit," Sutler growled. "So many drills on the Oil Rig, it's like riding a bicycle or so the idiom goes. Besides these places can become an incubator for disease, ever here what happened to the guy who discovered Tutankamun?"

Mieux came up to Sutler and aimed the a HK Submachine Gun at him, Sutler was about to attempt a disarm when Mieux smiled that funny smile Adams had mentioned.

"Bang," Mieux said comically before leading them deeper into the station; Sutler was confused but whatever entertained Mieux; Sutler then watched Meiux rifle through an ancient jacket for a passcard, he wouldn't have minded, it was a necessary action, but Mieux needent be so damn disrespectful to the dead, Sutler still remained quiet and followed Mieux. Noticing that Mieux had not returned his gun to his jacket, Sutler drew his trusty Gauss Pistol.

"So gents, ready to find out whats up topside?"

"Sure thing Mieux," Sutler said, slightly muffled through his respirator, he then gesticulated towards Mieux's weapon. "Do you suspect that this location has been comprimised?"

[Joey Bel]

OOC: @Zerker, the NCR only controls California, parts of Oregon and Nevada, and parts of Mexico. The don't have cities all over America. They might have a fort in Colorado, but thats it.

Alexander Scalatti

As the door opened, the smell of centuries old gas came into the train. Alex covered his nose and mouth with his tie. [censored], this stuff is still strong!

"This smell, its almost the exact same chemical used by the vault guards to supress people, I still remember the mutant attack very vividly." Alex uncovered his mouth and nose and took a deep breath.

"Force of habit," Sutler growled. "So many drills on the Oil Rig, it's like riding a bicycle or so the idiom goes. Besides these places can become an incubator for disease, ever here what happened to the guy who discovered Tutankamun?"

Alex turned to Sutler confused. "Oil rig? Harris told me something about a rig, said he talked to some crazy tribal kook in a town called Arroyo or something like that."

[Eddie Howe]

"Oil rig? Harris told me something about a rig, said he talked to some crazy tribal kook in a town called Arroyo or something like that."

Sutler felt several painful memories come rushing back again, his face twitched at the thought of them and he said in a low, husky voice. "It was our home for over 150 years, life on there was a lot like that in a Vault, no sunlight, quite regulated society with a lot of communcal activites to keep us strong and united; the US Army boys not on Mainland Ops could only do three things on the Rig, pointlessly patrol, train in the Sim's or conduct drills on gas/chemical leaks, evacuation..." Alex had mentioned Arroyo and Sutler became a little flushed with bitter memories, anger and guilt. "Look why do you even care, that all happened 40 years, ancient history to you wasteland types; just leave it be."

[Kim Kay]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex's eyes began to tear up from the gas.

Look why do you even care, that all happened 40 years, ancient history to you wasteland types; just leave it be."

Alex coughed, but managed to get some words in. "I don't care." Alex began to cough some more. "Before you said it, I did not even know you Enclave folk even lived on the Rig." Alex coughed again. "Sorry."

[Amber Hubbard]

OOC: He said fast-forward about 20 years; meaning what he speculated would happen in the next 20 years would be that they take over all of the US...

[Darren Chandler]

Mieux looked at Sutler, who was wearing a respirator, and said unsure, "I can't say Mr. President, once we get topside, it'd be best if you sent in the tin cans, er, power armored units. Sorry, tin cans is what we called the power armored troops when I was serving in Anchorage." He pulled the smg out, taking Sutlers question in servere seriousness. He got up three more steps when Alex mentioned that the Gas smelled similiar to what they used to supress people in his Vault. Mieux stopped dead cold, and looked at Alex seriously and grimly, "Alex, this gas did more than supress. I should know, It was Sutler and I who put the gas down here." Mieux turned back around and attempted to continue up the stairs, his black dress shoes clicking on each step. He made a mental prayer that Sutler didn't ask about it, 'please have Sutler ignore what I said, please God please.'

[TRIsha FEnnesse]

"I don't care. Before you said it, I did not even know you Enclave folk even lived on the Rig. Sorry."

Sutler tried to cooled down and managed to repress the fighting long enough to say, "It's fine... Vault Dweller." Sutler started lagging behind, the memories where flooding back into him but he couldn't go back now on his own surrounded by outsiders; he stopped and clutched his forehead and breathed deeply, blinking the welling tears out of his eye's.

"Alex, this gas did more than supress. I should know, It was Sutler and I who put the gas down here."

Sutler looked up so fast he seemed to click his neck his mind became clear for a second yet fused with the terrible memories of Navarro and Horrigan, he heard mention of his ancsestors, his family, and reacting in characteristic style, Sutler brought his Gauss Pistol and aimed it at the back of Mieux's head.

"Hold it right there Mieux," Sutler said, he teeth were gritted and he was noticably shaking, though not sufficiently to throw off his aim and reaction. "Now you tell me what you are talking about, what is this gas, people were evidently here..." Sutler trailed off, his face was red and whilst he stood firm against his shaking, he looked slightly deranged, he couldn't think, the sences of his past and present were colliding, the lights kept flickering blue and Mieux was momentarily clad in the uniform of an NCR officer, causing Sutler's aim to shake as he restrained the natural order. "You tell me now Mieux, and don't think of interfering Vault Dweller, this is none of your affair, if Mieux talks, he walks."

[priscillaaa]

"Hold it right there Mieux," Sutler said, loudly. 'Son of a-' Mieux said, shaking his head. It was as though fate was trying to make things hard for him. Mieux sighed and looked at Sutler in a remorseful tone, a look of aged strain on his face. "Sit down with me Sutler" He said, sitting on a marble step and patting a spot next to him, he put his arms on his lap, his hands dangling in mid air. " I was hoping you wouldn't ask. But, since you want to know, I won't lie. It was October 13th, 2077. Sutler and I were in the penthouse of the Mieux hotel, entertaining some very gorgeous women, and when the two girls went off to bed, having drank more than they could handle, Sutler and I started trolling the penthouse, and I spoke of how I wanted an emergency exit all my own, now, this was when I first bought the hotel, I hadn't had time to read the floorplans and etc. Anyway, so he tells here's what went down.... Mieux suddenly speaking, his mind flashing back to his past.

October 13th, 2077 11:54 P.M.

Justin strolled on the deck of the pentouse leisurely with Sutler, his hands in his suit pockets, his party girl would soon be a prize of his success of purchase of Mieux Hotel. He looked to Sutler, a man who's very features defined 'American', he said to Sutler, leaning over a rail, "You know, if something happens and those Chinese hit us, I want some escape plan, I just know those Commies will hit us someday. When that does happen, this city will be one hell of an animal zone." Sutler pulled out a cigarette case and a lighter from his coat, the lighter opened with a 'flick', the smell of nicotine wafted the air. "Justin, you worry to much, but, I guess you have a point. But I might just know what you can do." Justin smiled, his hopes lifting, "Really? Do tell!" he eagerly said. "Relax, you'll wet yourself" Sutler chuckled, "But well, you remember when I invited you to join the Enclave?" Justin cocked an eyebrow, unsure where this was going, "Yeah, what about it?" Sutler took a puff from his cigarette, flicking the butt off the top of the tower down onto the noisy streets below, "Well, this hotel is famous for it's presidential visits. So theres a recently finished Presidential terminal to leave here. Well, the President has already gone West, and I'm gonna go join him in a week or so. So that tunnel is useless, you could use that." Mieux looked down at the street below, seeing the lights of Corvegas moving along like bright ants, he then looked at Sutler, "How am I going to use it though?" Sutler looked to Justin, "Well, you could use a few poisonous gases, introduce them to the air filters, the guards down there are in an airtight chamber, to keep radiation and chemicals out. But I have government clearance. But uh, you won't mind getting your hands dirty will you?" Mieuxs heart started thumping nervously, he then said seriously, "If the cost is low, sure." Sutler said to Justin "Good, I'll see you in a few days."

October 18th, 2077 9:59 A.M.

Sutler had arrived at the penthouse, he looked rushed, his Fedora and trenchcoat still on, a suitcase in hand, "Here, take that, press the button, it's yours." Sutler was about to leave, Justin grabbed Sutlers shoulder, "Woah, why are you rushing? Is something wrong?" Sutler looked at him and said urgently, "No, nothing wrong, but the wife and kids are in the Chryslus, and I have to get to the government plane at JFK before it goes in two hours. We're heading....er...West." Justin nodded his head, 'so, the end of the world is going to happen soon hm?' he thought heavy hearted. He shook Sutlers hand, "You take care of yourself Justin, you been a decent friend" Justin chuckled, "And you been a rotten guest" The two chuckled, "Anyway, don't let me hold you up. You and your family take care." Sutler left the penthouse, Justin looked down at the suitcase, opening it on a small table, he saw a small video screen, a timer, and a button. It showed video feed near the air filters. Mieux pushed the button slowly, he watched, nothing. two minutes passed, and soon, he noticed one guard near the vent holding his throat in agony, the other three running to a door, but panic being the cruel thing it is, the guard at the keyport couldnt pull the keycard out, his hand shaking in fear. Soon after, one crawled toward the Presidential Metro Car, he suddenly lopped his head forward, the last one simply pulled his gun out and shot himself, not wanting to endure the pain. The not yet named Mieux knew this day would haunt him until the day he died.

Present day-

"And THAT, my good man, is what happened. It isnt pretty, and as you can guess why, you can see why I held it inside and never told you." Mieux said, his last sentence ending in a heavy sigh, Alex looking just as shocked as Sutler was.

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OOC: He said fast-forward about 20 years; meaning what he speculated would happen in the next 20 years would be that they take over all of the US...

OOC: Point taken, but I doubt that the NCR will be able to take half the country in 20 years. For goodness sake, they can't even take out some under-equipped Power Gangers from the main road.

[Invasion's]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex was now coughing Wildly. He grabbed Sutler's reperator, pulled it on his face, took a deep breath, and gave it back to Sutler.

Fresh air!

"And THAT, my good man, is what happened. It isnt pretty, and as you can guess why, you can see why I held it inside and never told you." Mieux said, his last sentence ending in a heavy sigh, Alex looking just as shocked as Sutler was.

Alex's jaw dropped. "Damn!" Alex coughed some more. "Eck! I need a your fancy gas mask thingies! I'm dying here! I can't breath anymore!" Alex said as he was pointing at his throat. The, Alex noticed one of the CIA guards had one on his corpse. Alex ran over, picked it up, fumbled with it, but eventually put it on.

"Well, that story was mighty well, shocking."

[Amy Siebenhaar]

OOC: Soldiers aren't yet there old sport, gas isn't that bad either, just Sutler's reaction to the slight smell. Will post soon hopefully, it's mid-night.

[Andy durkan]

OOC: I will change that.

Alex is not exactly the strongest cookie His lungs developed in the vault, so they are kinda weak.

[KIng James]

whoops, wrong thread.

[James Wilson]

Just out of interest what time is it for everyone right now?

In the UK it is 00:17

Its 7:18 PM or 1818 Hours.

[Rebecca Clare Smith]

OOC: The gas isnt strong anymore, now it just lingers faintly, less now that the doors of the base are unsealed. The only real 'killer' is the putrid odor of decomposed skeletons :laugh:

[Shannon Marie Jones]

"And THAT, my good man, is what happened. It isnt pretty, and as you can guess why, you can see why I held it inside and never told you." Mieux said sighing heavily.

Sutler continued to look down the sights of his pistol, the shaking more under control, he breathed slowly and deeply, he couldn't allow himself to beserk.

"No he wouldn't have murdered his own... they were American people," Sutler trailed off and relaxed his aim. He turned and sat on the stairs before pulling off his respirator & goggles and replacing them in thier case, then un-clipped his water canteen from his belt, took of his cap and poured a good half of it onto his head and face.

"It was different before the war," he said finally. "I've lived through periods of not having enough people, to lose even one now would be a great loss, nobody would ever be left behind. But back then I suppose we never considered such things."

He put his glasses back on and reached for the railing and pulled himself to his feet, he turned to face Mieux.

"I suppose back then it was acceptable for some none members of the Enclave to be killed so that an ally might live," Sutler said, sounding very resigned. "Don't you ever look down on me or my people ever again Mieux."

[Lifee Mccaslin]

Alexander Scalatti

The smell of the gas felt very familiar. Alex began to delve into his memories.

FLASHBACK-Vault 109

Alex tapped his foot in annoyance. "Where is that freak?"

Ann looked at Alex worriedly. "Just don't kill yourself, okay?"

Then, Alex saw one of the doors opened. John Fairfield exited the room and entered the hallway. "Alright twerp, lets mess!" John threw a punch. Alex easily sidestepped.

"You're going to have do better than than Fairfield!"

John threw another jab, Alex blocked it with his arm. John then pushed Alex to the ground. "I am so going to beat you up....."

The next thing Alex heard was a massive explosion. The entire floor began to shake. John fell down to the floor from the shaking.

"EARTHQUAKE!" Ann yelled in fright.

Several guards rushed over to the group. "No, thats no earthquake, we were sent to defuse a bomb, damn it!" The guards helped Alex and Ann up "Go to your rooms."

Alex, John, and Ann began to run. "John, why are you following us?" Alex asked as he was running.

"Well, our families are all in the cafeteria! Lets go there twerp."

PRESENT DAY


Alex snapped out of his thoughts. "Sorry, having more memories."